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Extreme content warning: blood, violence, multiple penetrations, extreme stretching, gore, hearts being chewed... if you can't stomach it, much of this chapter isn't for you.

The civil war has started. Heaven burns and God is still not in sight. A new divinity is on the rise, and now it is time for him to choose...

*Chapter 65 - Disciples and Sanctuary *

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"I struggle to believe that this sword was forged by mortals. It is of incredibly high quality, a weapon truly fit for kings... you do have some exceptionally skilled blacksmiths, in the North." Lemuel exclaimed, smiling widely as he checked the edge of Wyvern's blade, his sharp eye not finding any dent or damage. "Centuries of use, and it still is simply perfect. Amazing. It is literally almost as good as one of mine."

There was no arrogance in Lemuel's last statement. It was a matter of fact: as the god-blacksmith, he was skilled like no one else, and knew the secrets of the most resistant alloys and the art of creating the most perfect and deadly of blades. To say that a sword was almost as good as one made by him truly was a compliment, and Killer took it as such. Wyvern was indeed one element of pride for Kesteven: for generations she had been the sword of the kings, and her deadly perfection and astonishing quality was known all over the mortal world. The story of her exact origins had gone lost in the centuries, though: somehow, a consistent amount of Godblood had found its way down to earth from the supernatural planes. Kesteven's legends talked of a meteor, but since Heaven used to be a different dimension, not a different planet, the material hadn't really come through deep space. For some reason, maybe during earlier wars between Heaven and Hell, some of the precious super-alloy had crashed down to earth in the barren, cold north.

Even more amazing was the fact that the ancient inhabitants of Kesteven, once recovered the weird, otherworldly "rock", had been able to find a way to melt it and forge it: there was no mortal flame hot enough to achieve such a feat, and Killer simply had no idea how his ancestors had managed to overcome that problem, melt the raw material into a workable alloy, create Wyvern and stored away the remaining ingots, which he had used, in far more recent times, to forge Blue Vixen for Alexis. Only legends remained, but with what he knew now after his time in heaven, he was pretty sure he could write all of them off: none of the myths told the real story. He was very curious about what had actually happened... but had no real idea how to find out. He only had a suspect that his father knew a lot more than he had told him.

Killer looked up from the enormous mold of black lodestone, putting his thoughts aside for the moment as he checked his own drawings and project to make sure that he was giving the mold the right sizes and shapes. Further away, on the stone table, lay the Azura blades and the Imprisonment Crystal, as well as several ingots of golden Godblood from the personal reserve of Lemuel. Gaia was standing a few steps away, ready to help but otherwise quietly looking after the two males, her eyes following with interest the movements of Killer's own as he carefully chiseled the mold, revealing skills and patience that she honestly didn't imagine being part of his repertory. It was quite surprising to see his drawings, and to see the ability with which his thick, strong fingers chiseled and modeled tongues of fire and other tiny but perfect decorative details and figures into what would have become the new handle of Wyvern.

"The original Godblood alloy employed for Wyvern is not pure. It has been diluted somewhat to make it forgeable... but your ancestors chose well and acted with incredible expertise: the end result is somewhat less hard than the alloys I manage to produce, but they introduced the right amount of flexibility. It is very easy to mess up and make Godblood excessively hard: makes it truly indestructible, but unworkable as a blade, as it tends to fracture on impact, separating neatly along the lines that form during the cooling. One swing of a badly produced sword, and you'll find yourself with an halved blade, as the outer layer literally peels off. No good." Lemuel explained as he continued to analyze the composition of the crimson blade. "But don't you worry. We can strengthen the alloy to the maximum once we melt it. And once it is reforged, imbued with your very energies, it is going to be the deadliest blade I've ever seen."

Killer nodded, although he couldn't help but be very nervous still as he looked at the divine fire burning in the furnace, the heat coming from the golden and crimson tongues of fire sending sweat rolling down his body. The idea of melting Wyvern and rebuild it anew still made him terribly worried: every few moments he was assaulted by fears of failure, with any kind of reason, realistic or not, coming to haunt him and giving him images of disaster. That sword was a true treasure of Kesteven, as well as his most trusted and most precious tool. The sword had been with him ever since he was a kid in training, and it felt already more than bad enough to melt her... melting her and then failing at properly reforging her would give him nightmares for the rest of his life.

"I can't quite explain how nervous and worried I am. I think that if you had refused my request for help, I would have abandoned this plan altogether. I really appreciate your help and supervision, Lemuel. On my own, I would not dare messing with Wyvern."

"Oh, applesauce...! You seem to have good hands, Lord Killer. This isn't 'messing up' and it wouldn't be even if I wasn't here." The god kindly replied, picking up the large parchment on which Killer had drawn the main view of the new Wyvern-Azura as he envisaged it. The god studied the sketch with attention, humming a bit to himself and giving a little nod every now and then, his eyes moving over all the lines and checking all details as the lion ran some quick calculations in his expert head.

"I'm glad you were able to pardon me for all the chaos I caused." Killer said after a moment, and Lemuel sighed and turned slightly to look at the liger, the lion smiling slightly as his eyes filled with a soft sadness. "I believe that what happened was inevitable, at this point. I think this part of our destiny was written long ago, Lord Killer... normally, our choices change the future, but in these particular times I fear that there is only so much that we can do. We might delay the events somewhat, gain some time, perhaps even reduce the extent of the tragedy, at least in the short term. But none of what we do will truly change the flow of things. They are running on rails from too long: in retrospect, I realize that Heaven has been running towards civil war from long before you arrived. Even the Cataclysm, I feel, was written in the destiny of us all." The lion paused, and turned his gaze to Gaia, the male giving her a soft smile full of friendly affection. "Doing things your way, we have saved Gaia, and you rid us all of the Shi problem... I sincerely believe, at this point, that there was no better outcome within reach. Without you, the Cataclysm would still have taken place... and we would no longer have Heaven, and we would have lost Gaia forever. I'm glad it isn't so."

The goddess of Nature smiled back to the lion and bowed her head quietly, blushing slightly, while Killer looked down at the mold, chiseling another swirl of fire but almost on autopilot, as his mind echoed with Lemuel's words. "I'm sorry about everything that happened, and about involving you in it. I wish I could have done more... But that train is gone. What I can say is that I will try my very best to end this war quickly and in the best possible way."

"And that I appreciate, Lord Killer." Lemuel quietly replied, giving a little nod of agreement, before turning to look outside, thoughtful and pained. Killer followed Lemuel's sad gaze, and his eyes focused for a long moment on the still glowing pile of embers and ashes that was all what remained of the massive funerary pyre. Angels and Seraphims were still taking turns in standing guard around it: a spontaneous way to show their respect to their lost comrades and friends.

Killer's eyes also brushed the vast crowd of refugees, casualties and soldiers which completely filled Eaglenest's yard. The fortress was experiencing severe shortages of available space, with the number of soldiers and civilians who had found refuge in the castle. Indeed, Vesta had asked Killer to take note of the problem when he turned the fortress into his first fully-fledged Sanctuary in Heaven, recommending him to reshape the castle to give them much greater breathing space. If Eaglenest had to be their main base of resistance and the launching point for all their future actions, they would need a lot more infrastructure, as well as greater defences.

Killer was still more than a bit hesitant about Disciples and Sanctuaries, but he had accepted to put his worries aside in front of the insistence of Vesta and the others. Indeed, it was a matter of a few hours before he'd take Vesta as Disciple and rebuild Eaglenest into a powerful Sanctuary. Vesta had told him not to worry, and to let her prepare for the big moment. She was thrilled, and increasingly impatient... but she clearly wanted her Disciplehood to be very public. After all, she leaded the Seraphims, and wanted them all to accept Killer as their new master and protector. Admittedly, she also dreamed of a rather elaborate and grandiose event, and Killer guessed that she planned on adjusting her look to include tattoos and other things she had long dreamt about but that she had had to avoid due to the Council's laws.

Vesta had wanted to keep it all hidden from his eyes, though, saying that she wanted it to be a last moment surprise.

On his part, Killer was both terribly eager and terribly worried. He craved to take Vesta, Gaia and the others as Disciples. He felt a strong, physical need for it, and it was becoming more and more challenging to resist. On the other hand, his power had been expanding dramatically over the last while, and that excited him and delighted him, but at the same time scared him. He couldn't trust himself, with such immense and ever increasing power at his disposal. At each step he feared he might lose control and begin to egoistically, brutally, shamelessly enjoy his tremendous power, killing and rampaging, conquering, raping and corrupting the whole world around him.

"We should get back to your sword, Lord Killer." Lemuel finally sighed, before smiling warmly as he rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he added: "This is really an exciting project to work upon, Lord Killer... It is a pleasure to be a part of it, and if these weren't so desperate and painful times, I'd be literally bouncy with joy. I love this stuff, you know."

Killer nodded, but then made a bit of a grimace as he caressed Wyvern's blade lightly and sighed: "I like this stuff too. But... I feel nervous like Hell. And guilty."

"Come on, Lord Killer... that is understandable. But see it like it is: you are not destroying Wyvern. You are making it dramatically stronger." Lemuel gently said, while he and Gaia worked together around the furnace, increasing the temperature of the flames even further, until the fire turned a blinding, supernatural white. "Not an ounce of the current Wyvern will go to waste: we will need all of her, and more. The sword you've used for all your life will still be there. It will always be the core of your new and better weapon."

"Yeah, I know..." Killer absently replied, thinking through the project one last time. Wyvern was going to melt completely back to liquid Godblood. And that was more than scary enough of a thought. But to make things worse, re-creating it was going to require several delicate phases of high-precision work, and a hybrid process of molding and forging that would have mortal blacksmiths arching their eyebrows and shaking their heads.

In fact, they were going to add more Godblood to those obtained by melting the original Wyvern, and they were also going to correct the alloy's composition to make it even stronger. Then they would pour it all into a mold that they had already prepared, and which was going to give the blade its shape. They could have forget it all by hammer, using Lemuel's godly weapon, but it would have taken ages, and would have implied a lot more risks. Godblood behaved differently from mortal steel, and the best way to give shape to it was actually to pour it into a mold first, let it partially cool down until it retained the basic shape, and then complete the job with the hammer and the fire. It was a hybrid, delicate, complex process, and that was why Killer had prayed for Lemuel's help.

Killer was going to flood the weapon with his energies while he compressed it into shape using the mold. His energies would make the sword respond to him, and only to him, and it would also help the metal in acquiring supernatural hardness and flexibility. That was a little known truth: there was Godblood and Godblood, depending not just on the skill of the blacksmith, but on the energies eventually infused into the alloy. The Godblood wasn't actually the blood of God like the legends said, but it was an "alive" metal, exceptionally capable to absorb energies and modify its properties according to it.

Completing the blade was just the first phase. They would then have to slot it into another, even more complex mold, where they would add more liquid Godblood to form the new, complex and heavy hilt that was the true novelty in the project. Wyvern's blade would have come out of the process a bit longer, a bit larger, a bit thicker, to better match Killer's increased size. The blade was going to keep the same crimson color, and the same shape, with the cruel triangular spikes at the base. The handle was going to introduce the real differences, including the addition of the Azura blades at the two sides.

He had a clear image in his mind, of the splendid final product. But he couldn't help but hesitate. He felt like he was about to badly hurt a close friend, to the point of not knowing if she'd ever wake up again.

Killer took the mighty sword in his hand one last time, giving the massive blade a look that was filled with affection. He held the weapon high above his head, and looked up at the blade as it almost touched the roof, his eyes enchanted by the crimson glow of the light reflecting on its surface. He pushed his face against the flat of the blade, murmuring a goodbye and an apology, promising that it was going to be a short separation... before he pushed Wyvern into the white hot fire, burying it deep in the supernatural flames, as Lemuel gauged the temperature with his expert eyes and silently instructed Gaia to send more wind blowing into the fire, to grow the temperature even further.

It was going to take a heat hard to even imagine, before Wyvern's tempering would give way and the blade would melt into semi-liquid material.

Killer stared at the flames for a long few moments, his heart racing and his mind assaulted by fears as a tear slowly rolled down his cheek... but then he pushed forwards the massive mold. It was a block of black lodestone that he had cut in half - using Wyvern itself, of course - and then finely chiseled in the shape of his sword's blade, only generously augmented in proportions. He had then pushed the two halves back together, and poured liquid wax into it. The result had been a perfect model of Wyvern's new blade. He and Lemuel had checked it thoroughly, and when they were certain that it was all correct, they had sealed the mold again, and poured the wax again.

Now Killer pushed the mold under the furnace's mouth, from where the molten Godblood would flow. The incandescent metallic alloy, entering the mold, was going to melt the wax away, burn it out of existence, taking its place within the stone. That would ensure that no air bubbles and no impurities of any kind would be caught in.

Finally, Killer went back to work on the second mold, sitting on the floor and picking up a hammer and a chisel and putting the final touches to the shape of what was going to be the very large, very heavy, very complex new handle of Wyvern. Gaia quietly knelled on his right side, checking the design papers every now and then to make sure that everything was being done correctly. Whenever Killer had difficulties chiseling the smallest details in the stone, she took over: she only needed the tip of her claw to get the rock to reshape as she wanted it to, and the merest caress of her hand smoothed out the surfaces, so that the purity of the figures was total.

Lemuel, meanwhile, sat nearby, working to put together the simple-in-concept yet challenging mechanism that was going to fit within two openings in the complex new handle: each slot was going to hold one of the Azura blades, which would complement Wyvern's own blade, adding a further edge on each side. The mechanism was meant to make it possible, in any moment, to release one or both the Azura blades, to enable their independent use.

Effectively, the new Wyvern was going to have a solid core of Godblood, which was going to hold the Imprisonment Crystal in the centre and which would act as a weight to balance the mass of the enormous triple-blade. On either side of this solid core, the handles of the Azura blades would offer two possible handling points, with the actual handle of the sword, much larger, sticking out from the bottom and ending in a solid, heavy pommel which was again meant to improve the balance of the monstrous weapon.

Two curved elements of Godblood, shaped somewhat like the wings of a dragon, would act as handguards, protecting Killer's fingers both on the right and on the left.

One thing was entirely clear: once reforged, Wyvern was going to be a truly divine weapon. If the original had already been out of the reach of almost all mortals, since it literally weighted more than a large car, the new, enlarged and much heavier incarnation was going to be truly monumental, and beyond the possibilities of any mortal and indeed of many supernatural beings.

"If it wasn't destined to you, Lord Killer, I would have had doubts about going with this design. The new Wyvern will never be a perfectly balanced weapon. Besides, there is no way to properly account for the sudden weight and balance changes that the release of one or both Azuras causes." Lemuel observed after a while, and Killer nodded in agreement, smiling with faint amusement.

"Yeah, I know. I broke several golden rules of traditional weapons designing. But weight is not going to be a problem at all, and the shifting weight distribution won't be an issue, either. It'll do what I need it to do." Killer calmly explained, and Gaia tilted her head curiously to the side, looking at him with affection and a question in her eyes as she asked: "What are you talking about...? I can't say I'm an expert of weapons, and certainly know very little about their manufacture."

"Oh, well, it is pretty simple, really..." Killer replied, pulling an unused piece of parchment close and picking up a stumpy pencil, roughly sketching a sword and adding an arrow that, from the tip of the blade, pointed towards the earth. "When your strength isn't quite as great to make such weights trivial, balance is very important. The blade of a sword has a weight, and if it is not balanced properly in the hilt area, perhaps using a large or a small pommel, it'll be awkward like hell to swing it around, as it'll tend to drop and bring you down with her. If the weight is not balanced, you'll get fatigued much quicker, and your movements will be horrible and combat ineffective. Wyvern is going to have three very heavy and very long blades, so that even the new hilt will not quite balance it. When the Azuras are detached, conversely, the sword will tend to have its point of balance closer to the hilt, resulting still unbalanced, albeit in a different way."

"But it won't be a problem because you are more than strong enough not to notice. You will complement the shifting balance point without needing to think about it." Gaia completed, looking into his eyes to check if she had guessed right, and she smiled when he gave a gentle nod.

"That lets me cheat a bit on the golden rules. I still tried to give Wyvern the best possible balance, though... and overall, it isn't bad."

Lemuel gave a nod of approval, smiling as he added: "It is pretty damn good indeed. Considering what you wanted to do, I will admit, I was skeptic. I did not think there would be a workable solution. Or, at least, not one so elegant and effective." The lion paused, humming cheerfully to himself as he settled the mechanism on the table and then pressed one button, then another: the release mechanism worked perfectly, briskly unlocking the rings which would soon enough held onto the handles of the Azura blades, and giving a strong, quick push forwards which would help the swords in coming free from Wyvern's handle. "Looking good, my friends, looking good!" He explained, and then turned to face the mold as Killer dropped the hammer. "Is it complete?"

"Yeah. Time for testing." Killer replied, smiling widely as he looked down at his work, while Gaia gently rubbed her finger over the last few details he had etched, the stone reacting to her touch and becoming as smooth as glass. Each detail stood out in awesome definition, and Lemuel clapped his hands lightly as he curiously explored every inch of the handle's shape.

Since the "core" of the handle was now going to be a thick, solid block of Godblood with the Imprisonment Crystal slotted in the middle, there was quite a bit of space available for adding decorations. Killer had not wanted to overdo it, or have anything excessively elaborated and garish, but he hadn't left it plain and smooth, either. Most of the space was filled by a simple motive of flowing, swirling flames and tribal marks, while on the two sides of the crystal he had worked hard to finely chisel two rampant felines: a male lion on one side, and a tiger on the other.

Killer touched the lion with the tip of a finger, smiling smugly: he was admittedly very proud of the result, and it was quite satisfying seeing how his skill with it had impressed both Lemuel and Gaia.

He looked up as Gaia lightly touched his arm, and he smiled as she handed him the Imprisonment Crystal. He took it into his hand, shivering a bit as his mind was immediately filled by groans and whines and screams coming from the souls contained in it. They only ceased when he slotted the crystal down into the mold, carefully positioning it as Lemuel and Gaia surveyed the operation. Finally, Killer stood up and took the other half of the mold, effortlessly moving the massive block of lodestone, which once would have had his bones creaking and his back bending. Now, it might as well have been described as a feather, and the thought was both exciting and scary, because it reminded him once more of just how much his strength and power had increased.

He pressed the two halves carefully together, and he and Lemuel worked for a few minutes to make sure that everything was perfectly aligned, before giving Gaia the go ahead to seal the mold with a soft touch of her hand.

The goddess knew what to do next, and as Killer righted up the mold, she distended her hand over the small hole on top. Flowers blossomed from her wrist, and bees moved on their petals as beeswax began to pour out of the plants, slowly filling up the mold.

Lemuel hummed quietly to himself, tilting his head quietly from side to side as he shifted on the spot in excitement, and Killer was no less eager, even though he sat lightly on the edge of one of the sturdy tables in the smithy, his fingers gripping into the blackened, smoked wood hard enough to make it creak as he bit his lower lip and waited for the mold to be filled and for the wax to solidify.

"Relax, it will work out perfectly." Gaia cheerfully promised, looking at the two males with soft amusement for all their excitement and nervousness.

It turned out that she was right. A bit later, when they opened the mold and carefully lifted out the wax model of the handle, with the Imprisonment Crystal inserted in the middle, all looked splendid, down to the last detail of the decorations.

Killer gave his approval, and pulled the crystal out of the wax, before carefully cleaning the inside of the mold for the actual casting. He slotted the crystal inside once more, and then they only had to wait for Wyvern to melt down, and that took quite a while. Lemuel was the main actor in that phase, as he carefully added more Godblood, melting ingots to reach the needed quantities of material, and he corrected the alloy's composition, while Killer nervously watched, and prayed silently to unknown entities to protect his sword, and let it come back "to life" in the best of ways.

Finally, though, the white-hot, incandescent liquid metal was poured into the first, long mold, and Killer prepared to flood the new blade with his energies.

"Almost there, Lord Killer..." Lemuel announced, and Killer leaned over the sealed mold, pushing his palms against it and trying to control his breath as the incandescent, molten metal began to flow into the mold, which rapidly became boiling hot. "Visualize the shape of the blade, Lord Killer. Try and feel it, and make sure to send your energy across the whole of it. Try and "tie" it together, if you can: it'll make it even harder, and it'll save us a lot of work in finishing off its shape."

"Okay." Killer nervously replied, closing his eyes and focusing on the sword as he urged his energies to rise and flow. He visualized the shape of the blade, knowing exactly where everything was and gaping a bit as he suddenly managed to sense the molten metal flowing and filling up the space inside the mold, consuming the wax filling it. Energy loudly crackled around his arms and along the edges of the mold as he began to push it forth, trying to fill the new blade directly as it took its shape...

Killer had no idea how long it took. The rest of the world temporarily ceased to matter, his senses completely focused on the sword, on binding the metal together, on compressing it with supernatural force, on filling every ounce of it with sheer, brutal power. Energy crackled around him, thunderbolts arching through the air around him as the thick bangs of his mane floated around his head, the mold trembling and cracking, requiring Gaia to kneel near it, almost hugging it to keep the stone from breaking as Lemuel watched nervously from a few steps away...

But finally, after a long while, it ended, leaving Killer panting and sweating, his hair in his eyes as he stared at the mold, watching it smoldering and glowing with the tremendous heat coming from inside.

"Well, that was intense!" Lemuel exclaimed, looking surprised by the amount of energy Killer had pumped out.

"You think I messed it up...?" Killer immediately asked, looked horrified by the prospect as he stood up from the mold and watched down at it, seeing the faint glow of the cracks even as Gaia worked to seal them and keep the block of stone in one piece.

"No, no, on the contrary...!" Lemuel reassured, seizing him by the shoulder and rattling him a little, in a friendly way. "I bet you have a very clear vision of the blade, and could feel it all, didn't you...?"

"Yes." Killer admitted, and the god smiled widely, winking as he walked towards his massive golden warhammer, which doubled up as his most effective tool in the forge. "I knew it. You were completely connected to Wyvern... and you've pumped into it a phenomenal amount of energy. This blade will be unbelievable, Lord Killer... it is a masterpiece in the making, believe me."

The god slammed his hammer on the massive Godblood anvil in the corner, a wide smile on his lips as a loud, echoing and pure note resounded in the smithy, sign of the absolute quality of the metal of both tools. Nearby, in a second furnace, the flames were high and lively. Their temperature was much, much lower than in the main furnace, but they needed heat to keep the new blade malleable as they put the finishing touches on it and then began the hardening process.

"Pull it out." Lemuel eagerly said, taking the head of the hammer in his hand and rubbing it impatiently, an eager smile on his features. "I can't wait."

"You tell me." Killer grunted, before he carefully broke the mold in two, the breath catching in his throat as the new Wyvern was revealed: it was still somewhat soft, malleable, the metal still glowing with the tremendous heat. But the shape was perfect, and the cutting edges already looked deadly like never before. Moreover, energy glowed in golden flashes which traveled down the length of the massive sword, pure power crackling up from the blade and connecting with Killer's arms, as if the sword was trying to hug him and urge him to make contact.

Both Lemuel and Gaia stared in silent amazement at that, feeling the sheer power that the sword radiated, their eyes following Killer's movements as he reached for the incredibly long tang jutting out of the blade's shoulder.

Killer thanked the sky for his dominance of fire, because it allowed him to seize the tang directly, without using any tool or protection, without his flesh being instantaneously consumed down to the bone. "Welcome back, my friend..." He whispered, and slowly pulled the sword up, smiling widely as he admired the sheer perfection of the blade, and as he felt energy flowing between his arm and the tang, his power and that within the sword mixing and boosting each other in what felt like magic.

At that point of the process, Wyvern still missed its complex handle and crossguard. It only had a thick, long tang jutting out, with the skeleton of a crossguard roughly halfway down its length, the two arms of the guard each having a large hole, dimensioned to let an Azura blade pass through. Two other tangs, curved, were the skeleton of the future dragon wing shaped handguards.

Once the blade was finished, they were going to carefully insert the tangs and the shoulder of the hilt into the second mold. Once everything was in the correct position, they were going to fill the mold with wax, and then they would pour the liquid, incandescent metal.

Once it all cooled and solidified, they would break the mold to reveal Wyvern in her new, full glory, with the handle fully formed and comprising the Imprisonment Crystal. They would then fix the hold-and-release mechanisms into the slots for the Azura blades, and push the two swords in, completing the weapon.

It sounded easy, but it was actually a long and complex process, and it was going to take every care and concentration. They sure did not want to mess it up at this point.

Killer carefully placed the blade on top of the anvil, and Lemuel bent down to look at the edge of the blade from close distance, chuckling a bit as he shook his head slowly. "My, my... it is awesome. It already has a perfect edge. Far better than any sword you'll find out there."

Killer smiled at that, holding the sword in place as the god of the forges ran his checks over it... before the lion nodded wisely and said: "We'll make it even more perfect, though. Some hammering will only do good."

Lemuel took position, spreading his legs a bit and taking a deep breath as he decided the first point to touch, and Killer watched nervously as the massive golden hammer was lifted high up and then slammed down with firm, godly strength.

What happened a moment later had Killer gasping and almost backstepping, as the hammer struck not the blade, but a thunderbolt of furious energy that the sword lashed out against it. Lemuel grunted in surprise as he stumbled backwards, the hammer bouncing violently back and sizzling as electricity cracked all over it, Killer's energies trying to consume it down into ashes as the lion looked on with fascination.

"Sorry, I... have no idea what happened." Killer mumbled, wincing a bit and looking embarrassed as he looked at the lion, making sure that the god was okay... but Lemuel only laughed and cheerfully exclaimed:

"Splendid! Splendid! This is a sword with a lot of personality, Lord Killer. A hell of a lot." The lion straightened, and swung the hammer through the air a few times, grunting as he tried to get the energy to fade away and dissolve, a faint smell of burned meat coming from his fingers even through the thick gauntlet he wore. Finally, the angry crackling of electricity around the head of the massive hammer stopped, and Lemuel looked down at his weapon with a grin. "Never seen anything quite like this, I swear... I think you'll have to be the one doing the hammering, Lord Killer. The blade won't let me do it, unless you get it to trust me. She is a faithful lady... she knows who her master is."

"Show me where to hit, though... I need your guidance." Killer hesitatingly said when Lemuel flipped his heavy hammer and offered the handle to him.

"Nah, you know your stuff, and you'll be able to know by yourself where and how to hit. But sure, I'll be right here to guide you." The god promised, standing to Killer's side as the liger began to refine the blade even further, first with hesitation, then with increasing gusto. Wyvern was docile and welcomed each of his blows, seeming alive with how well she reacted, the metal taking the right shape, the edges becoming sharper and cleaner, the thick spine down the middle becoming a jewel, the fuller glowing as he worked on the central ridge and on the deadly tip. Lemuel gave him a quick pointer each time he needed one, but in general he was doing great. Every now and then, he would put the blade down into the flames to heat it up again...

It took quite a while, but not the many hours it could have. The blade had come out of the mold already at a spectacular level of completion and perfection, after all. So, before they knew it, the blade was back into the fire, being super-heated again for the hardening phase.

Once it reached the right temperature, they were going to quench the blade into a basin filled with cold sacred oils which would burn at the contact with the incandescent metal, in the meanwhile cooling down the blade in record time, causing the Godblood to reach an incredible level of hardness. Indeed, the blade would become so hard that it would be somewhat brittle, and would later require tempering to restore ductility. Tempering would require heating the blade once more, but to a temperature below the critical point reached earlier, and then it would require a slower cooling.

"You know, a work of art like this would call for tempering in virgin blood." Lemuel said, while they waited for the blade to heat up to its critical point. Killer frowned a bit at that, and then curiously asked: "Wasn't it just a dumb legend of the old times, before blacksmiths found the real secrets of a good blade and of hard steel...?"

"Lord Killer... you are in Heaven and a god yourself, and yet you still don't believe to anything until you crash your face into it." Lemuel said, shaking his head in amused exasperation. "The science of forging, the temperatures, the materials, the hardening and the tempering... they are of course the key. But nonetheless, tempering in virgin blood can add considerable strength. The blood of a virgin is a powerful elixir, Lord Killer... it doesn't just make demons like you stronger." Lemuel teasingly remarked, playfully nudging the liger. The god then returned serious, looking at the flames and at the incandescent blade within them with something like longing. "I never... use that method, normally. But this weapon... well. This masterpiece would deserve it."

"Well, there is a way." Gaia said, and both males turned to her with curiosity on their faces, Lemuel quickly looking away as she saw her flushed cheeks, while Killer swallowed a bit, realizing what she was going to suggest as she took one of his hands in hers. "Lord Killer... I'm a virgin. And I'm yours. You can have me... and have my blood."

"Are you sure, Gaia...? Are you ready for it...?" Killer gently asked, pushing a finger under her chin and pushing her head gently up, so that he could look into her eyes. "This is not in our minds... this is physical, and there is no turning back."

"I know." The goddess easily replied, and her eyes glowed eagerly, Killer smirking a bit as he recognized a bit of "Evil" into her sudden determination, in her hunger and desire. "I've been waiting for more than long enough... and this will make of me a Disciple before Vesta becomes one. Seeing her face at the ceremony today when I show up with your collar on my neck will be priceless."

"Oh, fuck..." Killer said, laughing softly. "I did it, I made you evil."

"A little bit." Gaia playfully replied, kissing him gently and nipping teasingly at his lower lip as she straddled him, sitting in his lap and stroking her hands down his thick, powerful front, until her fingers traced the enormous bulge in his jeans, her index moving down a vein so thick that she could feel it clearly even through the sturdy fabric. "But my offer is far from an evil one... take Nature's virginity away, Lord Killer... my blood shall make you even stronger, and it shall give your sword power never before possessed by any weapon... let me offer my body and soul as a gift to you." She leaned against Killer, worshipfully licking his thick, masculine chest and looking unfazed by Lemuel's presence even as the god flushed deep red and awkwardly shifted on the spot, looking unsure about whether to leave or not, as he stared at a cobweb up in the far corner under the roof like it was the most amazing thing in the universe.

"Take it all, my Lord, my Master, my God..." Gaia hungrily whispered into his ear, before she purred softly as she felt his enormous cock already responding, the thick shaft already beginning to grow and swell up, his poor jeans already groaning. "Let me be your delight, because it is already clear that I'm yours and yours alone."

"Lemuel..." Killer cautioned, unable to remove the note of amusement in his tone as he whispered into her ear. The goddess, however, only grinned as she licked at his cheek, rubbing her muzzle against his as she grinned despite the way her cheeks burned red. "Let him watch, if you want... if he doesn't see you in action now, he'll do so later when it is Vesta's turn, anyway."

"I love you. Admittedly, even more so when you are evil." Killer replied, grinning widely as he stood up, easily lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her long legs around his waist, his strong hands gripping into her firm buttocks, squeezing into her soft flesh as he slid the tip of one finger over the flowers and green ivy forming a bikini bottom over her sex. He licked his lips as already he easily soaked his finger in pearly drops of eager need, her desire wetting the leaves like dew.

"It is a bit embarrassing and awkward having to ask it like this, but... can you take care of the hardening phase, Lemuel? I think Gaia and I need to hit the back shop and... take care of Nature's needs." Killer finally said, looking at Lemuel from over Gaia's shoulder as the goddess sloppily, adoringly took laps up his thick, vast chest. "Believe me, I know how incredibly rude this looks and must feel like. Sorry about that." Killer urgently added, before looking thoughtful as he mused: "Hardening must have also sounded like a horrible, horrible pun there. Not planned, sorry again." The lion god looked at Killer flatly for a moment... but then only waved his hand idly, dismissing the issue. Lemuel looked somewhat irritated, much as he tried to hide it... it wasn't actual anger, but for sure he wasn't pleased by the turn of the events. Then, when the lion sneaked a gaze towards Gaia's back, Killer caught him looking at the streaks of desire running down her thighs, and it became clear that it was simply envy. Lemuel was a male, after all, and no matter how pure and pious he was, he was bound to feel some envy at the sight of Gaia giving herself to another male.

"I will get the blade hardened, Lord Killer." The lion finally replied, his voice mostly calm, but his tone sounding a bit warped still by his irritation. Killer was genuinely sorry about it, he didn't mean to put the lion in such embarrassment, especially since Lemuel was a precious ally and a great friend to have... it really wasn't fair to treat him in that way.

Another part of Killer, though, absolutely loved the fact that an ancient, powerful god was going to work on his sword while getting his ears split by the sound of Gaia getting ravaged and pounded and conquered in the nearby room. There was no denying the dark pleasure that it gave him.

Gaia pulled them out of the embarrassing situation by balancing in Killer's grip and arching her spine back to kiss Lemuel's cheek gently. The lion turned to look at her in surprise, and the goddess smiled softly, her cheeks burning deep red as she breathed: "Nothing personal, Lemuel. You are a good friend for the both of us. But... this is our moment, I feel. And I've waited for it for all my life."

The lion stood there, looking silently down at the gentle goddess, until he shook his head with a smile and simply urged: "Then, enjoy it."

She winked and nodded, seizing Killer's shoulders and gazing into the liger's eyes as she cheerfully replied: "You bet I will." Killer slowly walked back towards the large passage leading to the rear shop, a large, dark room which served mostly as a magazine for the storage of tools and ingots of metal for the forge. It wasn't the most fascinating of places and certainly hadn't much in the way of luxury, but Gaia did not care, her soul and body both fixed only on Killer as the huge male lovingly carried her to a sturdy stone table which ran all along the back wall of the shop. He unceremoniously swept the table clear from the various paraphernalia piled disorderly on it, and then gently put Gaia down on top, leaning over her as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist, tugging him down to hungrily kiss him. He let her do, the goddess panting softly as her eyes slid closed and she took his cheeks in her hands, her tongue rolling slowly into his, exploring and experimenting. She was a complete virgin, and pretty much everything was new for her, so Killer softly let her have her time, the huge male leaning forwards on his hands, his muscular, enormous arms out on either side of her as she curled up under him and breathed hotly, her hands exploring his powerful form, stroking over hard, bulging muscle.

He smiled down at her with affection and soft amusement, flexing for her, his huge musculature bulging and tensing under her palms, her fingers tracing down hills of power and delving into valleys of strength, her hot breath washing over his face as she teasingly bit into his lip... and then he pushed his large, demonic tongue forwards, drawing a moan from her, as he gently but firmly wrestled hers back, invading her mouth. She instinctively moved backwards, but he easily held her in place, biting lightly into her lips. Her eyes flashed with both hunger and fear, delight and worry, her expression that of a deer caught in headlights. Her hands squeezed into his powerful chest, however, and she arched her back to push into him, not away, grinding her toned body against his, letting him feel her flurry of emotions and her toned, beautiful body. She was youthful, slender and toned, her long legs squeezing into him with surprising force, her thighs firm and delightful. Her abdomen was solid but not overly muscular: her abs were only faintly visible in her flat front, over wide, sensual hips. Her breasts pushed into his chest, fairly large, plump and firm, her nipples hard and poking into his chest, urging him to grip into her soft flesh.

His breath washed over her face as his long, forked tongue moved into her mouth, before pushing all the way towards her throat as she let out a soft groan, her hands sliding down his solid abs until she gripped into his pants, moaning as she felt them stretched out by his semi-hard cock.

She began to struggle with the button of his jeans, brushing the thick, gigantic member with her fingers, her breath quickening immediately, before she released a soft gasp as the huge male slowly slid a hand up along her side until he cupped one large breast, pushing his fingers into the weave of vines, flowers and plants, tugging quietly on them to reveal her bare flesh.

Their kiss broke a moment later, but their foreheads pushed together as they both looked down, the huge male smiling hungrily as the vines covering her breast came off like a drape, his hand pulling the flowers off to reveal her black areola, his fingers sliding up to tease her nipple while her hands clumsily dealt with his jeans, finally undoing the button of his pants.

"They venerate me as the Virgin Mother, praising the purity and innocence of Nature... but this last bit of innocence I have, will be my gift to you. Take it, is yours... may it add even more to your power and glory, my love." Gaia whispered, kissing his massive chest as she seized into the waist of his pants and pulled down, the zip opening to reveal stretched, overtaxed black boxers which bulged out obscenely with the size of his virility, the female gasping softly as she blushed furiously, her hands working with difficulty to get his pants down past the enormous bulge in his underwear, until they finally slid down to his ankles, the behemoth easily stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

The huge male dexterously dealt with the green drape around her breasts, easily pulling it open like it was a normal cloth, until the vines retreated into her body and the flowers fell off, sliding down the front of her shapely form. Her perfectly sculpted breasts bounced slightly on her chest, heaving with her breath as he clearly felt her heart racing. His hands soothingly stroked their way up her sides before wrapping over her generous swells, rolling them slowly under his palms as he leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, the goddess moaning softly and clinging to him, her cheeks burning red with the mix of feelings that came from being, for the first time ever, touched and treated like an actual woman, an actual beauty, an actual lover.

"Please, Lord Killer... let me be yours. Let me serve you in every way. Let me add to your greatness. Let me be your Disciple... take from me everything you want. And please, break the last chains that still bind me. Make me yours, and I'll be free, and happy, and lucky, and strong like never before." Gaia whispered, taking brief pauses to kiss his massive chest as her hands stroked over his waist, her fingers teasingly, hesitatingly pushing into his waistband, pulling on the fabric lightly as she looked down between his legs, gasping softly at the ever amazing sight of the gigantic bulge.

"You are mine, Gaia... you are mine." Killer easily replied, grinning as he squeezed one breast, his other hand rolling down her firm, solid front before gripping into the intertwined vines and flowers that formed a belt holding up her loincloth of green leaves and blossoms. He pushed two fingers past her belt, grunting as he felt them sliding over hot, pearly juices, the snow leopardess panting quietly as he undid her belt, the vines already reacting to his touch, recognizing him as master and owner as he slowly opened the lace and then slowly pushed the loincloth down, inch by inch, the goddess holding her breath and gazing up at him with love and adoration and need, her cheeks burning red but her eyes ablaze with desire as she gave little, quiet nods of encouragement, until he slid the loincloth away over her bare feet and revealed her smooth groin, her black labia sealed and tight, her vagina little and virginal and pure, even as it dripped with her desire. He slid two fingers down her entrance, caressing the curve of her labia and growling lustfully as his hand was soaked by her need, the slender female bowing her head a bit and whispering: "I'm sorry that I can't offer a better body, one worthy of you... I wish I could give you what lady Alexis, or Vesta, or Ira can give you..." Gaia whispered, looking up at him with a flush, but the huge male shook his head slowly and bent down to kiss one firm breast, his tongue swirling lovingly around one nipple before he suckled gently over the generous boob, finally smiling at her and reassuring: "You have plenty to give, Gaia, and I love every bit of you. Besides, you've saved all of yourself for me... and that is a great gift."

Gaia smiled lovingly at that, looking pacified as she pushed a hand up into his mane, playing with his long bangs as her other fingers scratched teasingly into the thick fur of his happy highway, just above the base of his gigantic cock, while the male slid a strong arm under her back and hugged her to his front as he pushed his head between her breasts, teasingly nipping at one nipple, then at the other, sucking on her firm swells and rolling his thick tongue against the perky, perfect nipples, tasting her flesh, her delicious flavor, his ears filled by the happy beating of her heart.

He felt her fingers finally sliding into the waistband of his black boxers, the goddess breathing hotly as she gently tugged on his underwear to get it to slid down past the curve of his growing, semi-hard member, and he pushed up a big, giving her more room, letting her gaze down between his legs, her breathing getting rougher as the thick base of his enormous shaft came in full sight, inch after inch of huge, potent cock revealed as she pushed his boxers down. He pushed his face into her hair, into the long, flowing bangs of water which somehow would not wet his features, and he rested his head on top of hers, covering her smaller form completely and smiling softly as she groaned in a mix of hunger and awe as his enormous penis was revealed, the female swallowing as inches upon inches upon inches of incredibly thick, heavy member came in sight.

"Holy fuck, Killer... I'll never get used to it..." Gaia breathed when she had not enough reach left to continue pushing down his boxers from her position, the head of his mostly-flaccid yet already gigantic member still caught in the fabric. He snickered a bit as he reached down with one hand to complete the job, shoving the boxers down until they feel to puddle around his feet, the huge male kicking them aside while his goliath member swung heavily free, bobbing in the air a bit as it throbbed powerfully, swelling even thicker and growing to even more astonishing proportions. "So fucking massive...!" Gaia breathed, seizing into the girthy flesh with both of her hands and slowly squeezing into his flesh, worshipfully, experimentally, stroking her hands lovingly down the sides of his shaft, the tips of her fingers rolling gently down thick veins which pumped blood to feed the rising beast.

Killer grinned and straightened, towering above her as he let his giant cock rest over her groin and belly, the immense shaft slapping heavily down on her abdomen and eliciting a grunt from her, shivers running down her spine as the black member covered the front of her body like a huge python tanning over a rock, the goddess delighted by how heavy it felt over her abs, as its base ground over her soaked labia and the fat, enormous head easily poked into her breasts with how massive he was. She slowly squeezed into the fat cock, stroking up and down along it and looking amazed, awed, eager and hesitant and scared at the same time as she felt the heat in it, as she felt it throbbing and pulsing as it bulged and slowly, majestically grew towards full erection. She hadn't quite the words to describe what it was like to see that already mighty and enormous beast waking up and rising, gorging itself and swelling even thicker, growing and growing seemingly endlessly, but she thought that 'arrogant' was one of the words she'd use. His enormous cock looked like an eager, quick and strong predator which had no real hurry to go after its prey, knowing that it was going to win big anyway, and so went after its business with studied exhibitionism: it grew in rhythmic throbs, swelling larger and rising as it grew longer, casting a shadow over her. Killer just looked down at her with a smile, grunting lightly as he enjoyed her touch, her gentle stimulation, the fawning look in her eyes as she gazed up at him, as her hands began to move faster and harder, the goddess gripping into the giant cock as tightly as she could. She began to pump him harder, bumping her hands into the wide ridge at the base of his cockhead at the end of each stroke, at first with some hesitation and then, when he smiled and nodded slightly, with fervor, adding a bit of a twist around his massive girth at the end of each movement, causing him to grunt softly in pleasure.

Her hands worked rapidly up and down the massive shaft, her breath quick and rough and charged with lust as she watched it hardening and growing, more and more, until the giant pillar of flesh stood fully erect, towering at full glory. Gaia leaned forwards with a quiet moan, stretching out her tongue and lapping slowly around the thick, massive corona of his fat cockhead, hungrily teasing the ridge of his glans as he let out a low murr of pleasure.

He looked down at her with a curious, amused grin as Gaia pushed her lips against the flange of his cockhead, kissing it lovingly while her eyes gazed down at his vast, wide cumslit. She dragged her tongue slowly upwards, licking the enormous cockhead before she slid the tip of her tongue into the vast hole, pushing it inside and lapping teasingly at it as she gazed up at him hesitatingly.

"Fuck, yes..." Killer grunted, grinning widely as he seized her head in easy domination, licking his lips slowly as she pushed her tongue deeper in, swirling it teasingly against the inside of the vast hole, letting her drool leak freely into his cumslit as she nibbled at his solid flesh, teasing his enormous cockhead with her fangs, dragging her teeth hungrily over it.

Gaia grinned in pleasure as he approved her actions, the goddess shivering at his touch and arching her back to push her head up into the palm of his hand, purring softly as she sat up and ground the front of her body into his black shaft, the giant cock forcing her breasts far apart. She used her arms to push her breasts into either side of the goliath cock, one hand gripping tightly into the enormous shaft while she pushed the other up to stroke the shiny, fat head made lucid by her drool. Killer looked down at her in surprise as she tilted her head to the side while continuing to loudly, wetly slurp his cumslit, her features covered in thick, potent precum, the clear, hot fluid leaking abundantly out of his member. Killer grunted in delight as she ran the tip of one finger right over the enormous slit, her tongue continuing to work eagerly against his flesh, before he growled in bliss as the goddess held her breath and slid the tip of her finger directly into the male's huge urethra. It slid in with ease, Gaia shivering in awe at the sheer size of his immense member, loving how her finger and tongue could work together into his cumslit, with more room to spare. In front of his evident approval, Gaia pushed her finger in more and more, grunting in awe when the goliath shaft almost sucked it in, squeezing on her digit as it buried deeper and deeper down the huge, dark cum channel, until she could thrust no further, her finger buried inside right to the knuckle. She gasped softly at this, beginning to slowly twist her finger inside his enormous cock, rotating it to grind against his inner walls, beginning to thrust slowly back and forth, gyrating her finger at the end of each stroke.

"That's pretty kinky, especially coming from a virgin..." Killer amusedly commented, grinning as he let his head tilt to the right, one hand easily holding her by the skull and the other lazily resting on his hip, the huge male simply enjoying her touch as she continued to lap at his cumslit, drooling generously around her own finger as she twisted it teasingly in. She only breathed hotly and contently at his comment, blowing bubbles in the slobber over his cockhead, slurping on the mixed fluids, combination of his thick, hot, pearly precum and her saliva, before she slid her middle finger over the edge of his cumslit. He growled eagerly, and she let out a groan of awe and bliss as she pushed the second finger down his hole. It was a much tighter fit, but it still slid in relatively easily, the goddess closing her eyes with a groan of delight and thrusting both fingers slowly in and out, twisting them in as his potent precum blasted powerfully out, splattering her face and chest and soaking her arm, the thick masculine essence pooling in her cleavage, filled with massive sperms.

Killer growled in pleasure, grinning predatorily as he pushed forwards with his hips, slapping her face lightly with his monstrous black shaft as he pushed her down on her back, the goddess's eyes burning with lust as she let herself fall back onto the table, settling with fluid grace and continuing to stroke the massive shaft, her hand working up and down quickly and hungrily, her fingers gripping into the steel-hard flesh as hard as they could, her other hand continuing to play with his vast cumslit as she dragged her tongue down the side of the colossal head.

Killer seized her by the breasts, rolling her firm swells roughly under his palms, fingers squeezing hard into her hot, soft flesh as he forced her boobs tightly against the sides of his immense black shaft, the male thrusting back and forth lazily with his hips, fucking her generous bosom while the goddess arched her back and eagerly ground into the underside of his member, licking the huge flange as the head rubbed all over her face, while his immense, heavy testicles slapped lightly into her thighs and buttocks as she spread her legs out for him.

Gaia groaned in delight, her cheeks burning red but her eyes glowing with nothing but lust, with craving for more as he ground his massive cock down over her, smothering her under the goliath shaft, his thick, bulging cum channel rubbing teasingly over her soaked, needy labia, her virginal sex dripping with desire as each contact with his hot flesh had her groaning and shivering in need. Killer tortured her with pleasure, grinning down at her as his eyes burned with bliss and entertainment, the experienced male playing with her, giving her feelings and sensations she never thought would be possible, as he gripped almost viciously into her plump breasts and pistoned his immense cock between them, his hard flesh grinding deliciously between her swells, pushing them apart.

Gaia suddenly had an idea, though, and she arched her back a bit, pulling her long legs up before bending them, pushing her feet towards his groin and pushing them gently against the sides of his immense member. The huge male grunted in surprise and appreciation, looking amused as the goddess clumsily attempted to pick up the moves and build up a rhythm, her feet slipping a few times but only adding to his bliss, before he growled lightly as she started to slid her feet up and down the sides of his monster cock, pumping him greedily for getting more and more of his hot, potent precum, her eyes glowing with newfound audacity and lust as she opened her jaws wide and stretched her tongue out to worshipfully meet each and every shove forwards of his cock, as she stroked it with her feet, with one hand, with her breasts, her other hand continuing to tease his sensitive cumslit, pushing against the inner walls of his cockhead, each movement sending hot thrills up his spine.

He slid one hand down her toned abdomen, dragging the back of it down over her virgin sex, and she moaned and immediately opened her legs wide for him, holding them up in the air as she offered him her small, tight vagina, clenched shut in a mix of fear and anticipation, her labia completely soaked with her need. He slid two thick, strong fingers over her small sex, and she moaned softly as shivers of delight wrecked her, even his simplest touch carrying all of his power and experience, making her tremble in a mix of craving and fear, her cheeks burning, if at all possible, an even deeper red as he pushed his thick digits inside her tight passage, grunting hungrily at the feeling of her amazing tightness.

His thumb went for her clit, flicking it lightly and then rolling it slowly, teasingly, causing the goddess to pant harder as she groaned in delight and felt her pleasure mounting like a tidal wave, before the huge male grinned sharkishly and buried his two fingers deep inside her, beginning to quickly, almost viciously twist and flick them within her, Gaia flushing as she bucked her hips against his hand, legs spasming and kicking lightly at the air as she let out a long, broken moan of delight, gasping as her nectar burst out of her in strong jets, splattering all over Killer's arm and chest as he milked her for each drop she'd give.

Then he seized the base of his gigantic cock, stroking himself leisurely, and Gaia took the clue, pulling her fingers out of his cumslit, closing her eyes with a grunt of awe and shock as her fingers pulled easily free and a thick, enormous blast of his precum erupted out of the vast hole, the thick pre splattering all over her face and into her air even as most of the volley fired past her head, arching in the air before splashing loudly against the wall, sending splatters and thick droplets exploding back all over and around her and all the way on the floor. She panted as she eagerly bathed in his potent essence, before she smiled gamely as she gazed sensually up at him and pushed her tongue between the fingers that had been inside his cock, lapping hungrily up along each, tasting the thick, hot virile sauce covering them, before she slid one, and then the other into her mouth, suckling loudly and swallowing greedily, her eyes locking into his and glowing lustfully even as her cheeks burned crimson.

Killer grinned, watching her polishing her fingers, sucking every drop of his thick precum, until her fingers came out of her mouth with a loud pop, shiny and clean, the goddess opening her mouth to show the thick pre filling it, his titanic sperms swimming in the hot essence, before she greedily swallowed it all down. "Good bitch... you sure make for a kinky little girl..." Killer teased, seizing her by the throat and grinning as she shivered lustfully in his grasp, her hands slowly stroking the massive muscles in his arm as he easily lifted her off the table, before he roughly slammed her back down on it. She grunted in pain as she hit the solid stone, but her tongue only lolled out hungrily as he spun her around until her head hung off the table, her face pushed into his enormous, heavy testicles, her muzzle trapped between the giant sperm tanks and her nose buried into his sac, his scent there overpowering her senses, his masculine, virile smell filling her nose, almost burning into her mind as she breathed air that was so thick with his essence that she felt like she could chew on it. Gaia needed no instructions, the goddess murring hungrily as she slowly rubbed her face into his sac, loving the feel of his enormous, heavy balls against her head, their massive size and sheer, heavy solidity giving her thrills of fear and desire at the same time as she slowly licked over the huge orbs and along the underside of his cock, going after the little drops of his sweat and groaning blissfully as she savored them, loving how everything about him seemed to taste of pure strength.

She pulled her legs up, then sensually scissored them open, arching her back a bit to pull her groin up, offering her sex to him on a silver plate as he bent forwards over her and seized into her thighs, forcing them open wide as he lightly kissed her labia, making her tremble as his thick, long tongue slowly dragged over her passage until the forked, demonic end flicked her clit with merciless mastery, sending shivers down her spine before she bit her lower lip with a muffled cry of pleasure as he swirled his tongue again, then pressed forwards and lapped her nectar up, slowly, oh so slowly, teasing her virginal labia to the point that she almost released again, her heart racing as her pleasure dangled on the edge, hips bucking out of instinct against his thick muzzle.

Killer murred in delight at that, his hot breath washing out over her soaked groin before he tilted his head and dragged his long tongue up along her inner thigh, licking up thick streaks of her desire, growling hungrily as he savored her nectar in his mouth, loving her taste and the worshipful kisses and licks she was eagerly planting on his massive balls, her hands fondling the goliath testicles roughly, squeezing on the giant tanks and tugging at the thick, overtaxed sac in ways that would have a lesser male crying, but that only gained a growl of pleasure from the titan. .

Killer licked his lips, letting out a snort of hot breath loaded with pleasure as he moved back to her labia, his long, demonic tongue dragging once more over her tight lips, making her shiver before she groaned loudly as he pushed down, and the forked tongue slid inside. Her hips immediately bucked up against his muzzle, but he only growled hungrily, wrapping his lips over her groin and sliding a arm around her waist, holding it in place as he suckled and darted his tongue back and forth, slapping her clit each time as he slurped her wetness up, tasting it in his mouth as she panted and moaned breathlessly, gripping into his hard shaft for dear life, squeezing into the solid flesh as her back arched and her legs kicked at the air as his tongue pushed against her intact hymen, swirling teasingly inside her virginal passage.

"Killer... Killer... I..." Gaia moaned, unable to control herself as her juices exploded out of her once more, spurting directly into his mouth as he suckled on her sex and used his terribly flexible tongue to ride her release, mercilessly drawing her orgasm on as droplets of her pleasure splattered all over his face, the goddess clawing into the table as she shouted his name over and over again.

That was when Gaia began to truly realize what it meant being his, as the huge male took control of her body, his dexterous tongue keeping up its assault until the last drop she had to give, sending shivers down her spine as her legs spasmed and her muscles flexed. He dominated her through her orgasm, leaving her panting and flushed, dazzled by bliss as she gazed up at him from over breasts which heaved with her rough breath, the huge male pulling back from his sex with a low, hungry growl.

"Open wide." He simply commanded as he took a step backwards and seized his immense black cock with one hand, stroking himself leisurely as the beast leaked a thick, dense rope of precum all over her abdomen, before he angled his shaft down towards her face. Gaia swallowed in a mix of delight and fear as her eyes flashed with anticipation, the goddess licking her muzzle hungrily before she flexed and pushed herself a bit further off the table, pausing for a moment to gather herself before she dropped her head back, her hands gripping tightly into the edge of the stone table as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, stretching her tongue out in welcome as she let out a soft sight of blissful desire.

"You'll better lube it up real good..." Killer teased as he stroked his immensity in front of her eyes, before he swung his huge shaft down and slapped her cheeks lightly, Gaia gasping a bit at the solid hits on her face, the heavy cock hitting loudly on her features and slamming her head out to the side as she hurried to reply: "I'll do my best to please you, my Master, my God...". He cock-slapped her once more, right on the muzzle, the thick shaft blotting out her face until he pulled back and guided his massive head to her mouth.

She took a last big breath in as he edged forwards to push the gigantic head of his cock past her lips, the goddess grunting as it immediately forced her maws even further apart, forcing her jaws to open painfully wide as his tremendous girth filled up her mouth and her tongue did her best to welcome it in, darting clumsily yet effectively against the flange of his cockhead as she did her best to suck him in. She lacked experience, but that didn't make her movements less pleasant: Killer grunted in bliss, enjoying the hot, extreme tightness of her mouth around his cock as her lips sealed around it, her jaws locked open. There was a special thrill coming from her virginal inexperience, and her erratic, experimental moves only added to his delight. It was a pleasure to get to teach her.

He thrust deeper into her, grinning at how her maws were forced open, how her cheeks bulged out, how her eyes rolled up in her head as his massive cockhead filled her mouth up and then thrust into her throat, her neck visibly bulging out as she gagged loudly, wetly chocking on his thickness as it buried itself into her, but she did her best to adjust, her tongue continuing to move against his solid flesh even as drool burst out of the corners of her mouth, bubbles swelling in the slobber as he shoved deeper in.

He leaned over her with a growl of pleasure, and he put a hand over her tight sex, massaging it lightly, sliding two fingers in and out slowly, before sliding them gently over her intact hymen, making her shiver, a loud, chocked cough coming from her as he thrust more of his goliath shaft down her throat, loving the hot tightness around his member, and the flexing and clenching of the muscles in her body clamping down on his cock, her throat trying to push the gigantic invader back but only adding to his delight. He moved his hand away from her sex, sliding a finger soaked with her juices over her tiny, sealed rosebud instead, teasing her other hole as he leaned down and hungrily kissed her vagina, nibbling teasingly at her labia as his thick, long tongue immediately delved deep inside her, lapping her nectar up.

Gaia let out a groan of bliss at that, but it only came out as a loud, wet chocking sound, drool squelching out of her mouth and large bubbles swelling in it as she gagged loudly around the gigantic pillar of black flesh impaling her, before he gripped her throat with one hand, squeezing on it to feel his own cock through a thin layer of her flesh.

He grinned as he slammed his hips forwards again, and pretty much hilted himself into her mouth, the goddess chocking loudly and a thick slobber of mixed precum and drool exploded out of the corners of her lips and even out of her nostrils, thick ropes of the mixture splattering over her face and into her hair, streaking down her cheeks and over her eyes and then dangling heavily from her forehead. Thick ropes and droplets of the slobber rained down to the floor as his heavy, enormous balls slapped into her muzzle with a wet, echoing sound, the squelching getting deliciously low and messy as he dragged his hips back and tore a good two feet of cock out of her maw before ramming back in.

He began to thrust firmly in and out of her stretched jaws, the goddess doing her best to brace for his pounding, her maw forced so wide open and so filled with steel-hard flesh that she could not bite, not even if she wanted to. She could not apply any force, the gigantic cock forcing her mouth painfully open as it fucked its way down her throat, the huge male quickly building up a rhythm as he suckled on her sex, his tongue swirling and moving dexterously within her virginal passage, flicking her clit and teasing her soon-to-be-gone hymen.

She let out a gargling groan as her jaws loudly creaked and a streak of blood leaked out of her mouth, drops of her life fluids bursting out of her nose as he pounded her face, pistoning his enormous member back and forth and growling in bliss as the incandescent tightness of her body, the muscles in her neck flexing and tensing erratically around his enormous girth and adding to his pleasure as his member reached untold depths within her, the massive, fat head of his cock slamming all the way down to her stomach, her body trembling and spasming under his much larger one as drool and precum exploded out of her mouth and leaked down her face, dripping to the floor and dangling in thick, sticky ropes.

Killer increased his rhythm even further, ramming back and forth with even greater strength as his enormous testicles swung heavily between his legs, slamming into her face again and again and again, bruising her cheeks and forcing her eyes closed as the massive balls made their powerful presence known, the huge male grinning widely and sneaking a gaze over his shoulder at the open hallway leading to the forge, wondering with amusement about what it had to be like for Lemuel and the people outside hearing that loud, wet, messy concerto, in which the mighty tattoo of his testicles slamming into her face mixed with her chocking, gargling groans, racked coughing exploding every now and then when he pistoned particularly hard down her throat.

Killer grinned widely at the thought, allowing his eyes to close as he threw back his head with a growl of bliss, his muscles bulging powerfully as he arched his back and rolled his shoulders lightly, squeezing harder on her throat, his fingers almost tearing into her flesh as he throttled her, almost masturbating with her neck in the middle, clearly feeling the monstrous mass of his shaft moving viciously back and forth in her throat. His thick black tongue continued to dart back and forth into her tight sex as he licked and suckled over her labia, his face covered in drips and splatters of her pleasure, the flavor of her nectar filling his mouth and adding to his mounting ecstasy.

Gaia did her best to keep up, working back against his thrusts as best she could, her fingers gripping into the stone table so hard that the edge suddenly cracked and crumbled in her hands, the goddess clawing into the stones as she planted her feet against the wall, his powerful pistons lifting her off the table like she was a doll, crushing her back towards the wall even as she used her strong legs to buck forwards to meet his thrusts. She groaned in a mix of delight and fear as she felt him stiffening up even further, his enormous shaft bulging even larger, stretching her insides even more as he let out a telltale growl and began to thrust even harder in and out of her mouth. She did her best to match the growing speed and power of his pistons, even as tears stroked down her cheeks and blood dripped to the floor each time his enormous cock ripped out of her, a splatter of her life fluids bursting out from around the immense girth, staining his abs and balls crimson as several red splashes ended up on the table and on the floor as his goliath member abused and reshaped her insides

Killer grinned in delight as she attempted to scream, but she could only loudly choke on his massive cock, her coughing and gagging sending her throat muscles flexing and squeezing down on his hard flesh, as slobber and blood leaked out of her mouth and nostrils, hiding her tears under a messy mask of bubbles and fluids than splashed in every direction as his heavy balls smacked into her face with brutal force.

Killer felt his orgasm rising quickly, and he spread his legs a bit wider, putting even greater force and speed in each thrust, rocking Gaia's whole body back and forth even as she valiantly worked back against him, her movements quickly becoming more purposeful and skilled, her tongue eagerly rolling under his massive girth, teasing him delightfully as he pushed his muzzle down into her sex with such hunger and eagerness that he almost penetrated her, his lips wrapping over her labia as he worked his tongue harder and faster into her, each lick dragging the thick appendage over her sensitive clit, making her shiver in bliss as her own pleasure mounted again towards the edge.

They worked together powerfully and loudly and passionately, and they were rewarded with almost simultaneous prize, as her virginal passage spasmed and clenched as another spurt of hot, pearly liquid burst in his mouth and over his face, just before he pulled back, watching her nectar spurting into the air and licking his lips as he speeded up his thrusts even more before hilting himself into her mouth, forcing her lips against the thick hair on his groin as he blasted the first, enormous load of his seed deep within her. Gaia choked loudly, gargling on the thick, potent essence as it erupted deep inside her, filling her stomach up as a huge amount of the dense, potent cum forced its way back up her throat, spurting out of her mouth and even out of her nostrils, thick ropes of the white cum streaking over her already messy face.

Killer flexed powerfully, grinning widely and growling in bliss as he hammered forwards to the hilt into Gaia's maw again and again, and yet more, using her with vicious force, one hand gripping her by the neck and squeezing hard to apply pressure on his own steel-harder shaft, gritting his fangs with a snarl of lust as he was able to feel the mighty throbbing of his cock through her flesh, while his other hand seized her by the groin, two fingers digging into her squirting sex as he shoved her body up and down his enormous shaft, using her like a toy as he fucked her face with savage force.

Gaia pushed her hands out against his hips as she was lifted clear off the table, the goddess clawing at his solid body as she still valiantly bucked beneath him, her legs kicking at the air as her hips rocked with her own climax, her eyes shut and a loud, choked, muffled scream of delight coming from her even as his testicles slapped against her with brutal power and he filled her up with floods of hot seed.

He pounded her again and again and again, blasting huge load after huge load into her, even as much of it overflowed back out of her mouth and even her nostrils, splattering the table, the floor, his giant balls and his powerful abs, before he roared again as he roughly pulled back out of her mouth, the giant shaft coming out with a loud, wet pop, followed by a huge gush of sperm as she coughed up an ungodly amount of semen. He threw her down on the table and took a step back, flexing his enormous musculature and arching his back with a snarling grin, eyes glowing with lust and domination as he seized his immense shaft by the base and began to pump out the remaining, colossal volleys. Gaia retched up thick waterfalls of sperm, coughing harshly, but her eyes were glowing with energy and desire, and she eagerly sat up on the table, opening her mouth wide and seizing the underside of her breasts, pushing them up, offering them and her features as target, stretching out her tongue even as it already dripped with thick load, long ropes of cum dangling from her chin and connected to her bosom, to his balls, to the head of his immense shaft, the stretchy, thick, dense ropes still connecting the depths of her stomach to his godlike cock.

She bathed in the thick volleys, leaning into them, shivering lustfully as they heavily splattered all over her, painting white streaks which easily went from her groin to her hair and past her head to slam into the wall, the huge male hosing her down in his potent essence and covering her face and her breasts in what was an unmistakable claim of ownership that she all too eagerly accepted, swallowing huge mouthfuls of semen and rubbing more of it into her breasts, down her abdomen, along her thighs, over her groin, pushing the dense seed into her virginal sex, before she streaked it over her neck and up on her face.

Finally, after an eternity of delight, the giant male slowed down, and leaned closer to pump the last few heavy drops of cum out of his enormous shaft, the goddess eagerly dropping to her knees on the floor covered in sperm to drop her head back and open her jaws wide, tongue extended to welcome every last drop, even though she was already filled inside, and drenched outside.

"My God... my Master..." Gaia whispered, after swallowing eagerly and opening her mouth to show it empty and clean, her eyes fixed on his arrogant, immense cock as he leisurely stroked his length right in front of her face. "Thank you for letting me experience this... thank you for taking me... thank you for using me... for letting me serve you, as your slave, as your toy..."

The huge male growled lightly at that, savoring the sweet taste of her nectar still on his lips as he licked his muzzle slowly, tasting also her blood and his own potent virility. It was a delicious mix of flavors which summed up into a sweet elixir of victory, as the strong, feared Nature groveled before him, giving her body, her soul, her essence to him. He flexed his enormous body, muscles bulging explosively as he arched his back for a brief moment, savoring her submission, before he smashed his giant cock down on her cheek, knocking her head off to the opposite side. She breathed a thank you, her eyes glowing with lust as she added: "I'm yours... Make of me what you desire..."

She groaned lustfully as he slammed his cock against her other cheek, looking up at him adoringly and whispering; "Thank you, Master..." And then she let out a hot breath full of anticipation as he seized her by the breasts and helped her back up to her feet before pushing her back down over the table, the goddess eagerly spreading her legs and offering her soaked, ready sex to him, gripping into her own thighs and looking up at him with lust and fear at once.

Killer slapped his enormous shaft down over her exposed sex, the wet, loud thunder of the impact making Gaia jump a bit, groaning in delight as her legs kicked at the air, electricity running down her spine as he grinned and leisurely swung his gigantic cock down over her groin and belly, each slap sending droplets of clear desire flying off her. The huge male leaned down over her, giving her a shiver of fearful excitement as his huge, powerful arms went out on either side of her as he gripped into the wall, fingers tearing into stone like it was nothing but sand, making her feel vulnerable, exposed, owned by his power, his size, his prowess. She gasped as he nuzzled her, then licked slowly up her cheek, the titan letting out a murr of bliss as he savored her tears, her shattered innocence, mixed with her drool, and with splatters of her orgasmic nectar, and with his own potent, thick virility.

She shivered with a breathless groan as he slapped her body one last time with his heavy, goliath shaft and then slid it backwards, letting it slither like a python down her chest, her abdomen, over her bulging, needy labia, in a burning slide which felt like it would never end, so immense was his length. "Killer..." Gaia breathed, but she did not find any other word to add as her eyes bulged, staring at the gigantic black monster as it slowly pulled back, leaving a trail of thick precum down her front, until the enormous head pushed into her soaked labia, leaving her awestruck at how tiny her small, virginal sex seemed now that the titanic invader was at the gates. "... I'm yours. Forever." Gaia finally breathed, and then groaned loudly as he carefully thrust forwards, stretching her wide with just the tip of the fat, massive head, her labia clinging tightly onto the brutal invader as they were deformed to the limit, and then past those as he tore forwards further, her hips rocking and her teeth gritted as the gigantic head of his shaft pushed into her entrance, reshaping it forever, shoving her walls out wide as it buried slowly into her depths , stretching her out so much that a thin spurt of blood splashed onto his shaft. Killer growled hungrily at this, feeling energy leaving her to feed into his ocean, adding to his already tremendous power, each drop of virgin blood reinvigorating him even further, adding to his strength and to his hunger. Gaia felt it too, and she closed her eyes with a sigh of awe and ecstasy, eager to add to his glory as much as she could, before she stared as a thin stream of her blood rolled down the side of his gigantic shaft and dripped to the floor: immediately, a golden, long basin took shape out of thin air, catching each drop as Killer grinned, putting a hand over her trembling, bulging groin as he felt his gigantic cockhead bump gently against the final barrier of her hymen.

She curled upwards a bit, pushing into his powerful front as she wrapped her arms around his strong body, panting lightly as he teasingly, slowly rubbed his immense head against the feeble barrier, making her tremble in anticipation as her legs flexed and her hips rocked slowly. "You are mine." Killer b, and then he thrust his hips forwards, hard, powerfully, his toes tearing trenches in the ground as her back arched violently and she let out a scream, eyes going wide as she felt him bulldoze her virginity into history, smashing through her hymen and stretching her hole insanely wide as he ripped no less than forty inches of cock deep into her body, her eyes bulging and rolling up in her head as she was lifted off the table, her blood spurting out in a thick splatter now, fluids squelching loudly out of her from around his gigantic girth and cascading into the golden basin while her legs kicked at the air.

Killer reached down and seized her by the neck and by one hip, his fingers squeezing hard into her body and his claws drawing drops of blood as he took a firm hold of her, growling in delight at her incredible tightness as her once-virginal passage clenched and flexed against his cock as if to push the gigantic invader back out but only adding to his bliss instead as her muscles flexed around his shaft and squeezed down on it. He slid forwards hard, burying his immense member down her tight passage, and she let out another scream, tears rolling down her cheeks as her whole body trembled and spasmed... but even so, she bucked her hips valiantly against him, meeting his next thrust with her own eager movement as she curled up beneath his massive chest, pushing her had against him and gripping tightly into his shoulders, begging him with her actions and movements, praying him not to stop, urging him to shove every last inch of his immense, thick shaft into her devastated sex.

He snarled in delight as he felt her body tremble violently, her hands clawing into his massive shoulders as she screamed her pleasure and her pain, the huge male thrusting forwards again, and then again, blood leaking and spurting out of her vagina as she was stretched out savagely, her red fluid streaking down his shaft and leaking onto the basin in a steady flow as he tore deeper within her, his tremendous girth pulverizing every sign of her virginity ever existing, her labia pushed inwards as it sealed around the thick, veiny member, the fit so tight that her fluids had a hard time squirting out between his cock and her flesh. She shrieked breathlessly when his thick medial ring rammed into her wrecked vagina, and she panted in a mix of awe and fear as he continued to thrust forwards, until even the girthy ring tore its way inside her, the gigantic cock pulsing hard, throbbing powerfully as it buried deeper into her slender, toned body. The tightness and the supernatural heat of her passage made Killer growl in bliss, the huge male licking his lips at the amazing feel of her once-tight passage as it tried to resist, flexing and clenching to try and shove back the invader. Killer only slammed his hips forwards again, snarling in delight as her jaws opened wide and she let out a scream that echoed in the room, the behemoth grinning as he bore down against her with his strength and weight, squeezing on her throat savagely as he wrapped his lips over hers, as if to devour her shriek, before his tongue invaded her mouth and domineeringly thrust down her throat, while his hands moved to grip into her breasts.

Gaia howled in pain and delight, her voice muffled as he kept his lips locked over hers, his tongue wrapping around hers and then twisting down her throat, the thick appendage dexterously twisting inside her thrusting back and forth, fucking her face as her eyes glowed with lust and awe, lost in the sapphire flames of his own as she clawed into his back, holding on for dear life as he forcefully pistoned deep into her.

It took yet one more powerful thrust before he growled in delight and victory as his immense shaft buried to the very hilt inside her, blood splattering all over his mighty abs as his heavy testicles slapped hard on her ass, the huge sperm tanks bruising her buttocks and her thighs as they smashed into her like wrecking balls, making her whole body jounce up against him even as he easily kept her pinned to the stone table, the goddess groaning loudly as her vagina left bloody red kisses all over his abs and crotch as she bucked as hard as she could, working back against his thrusts.

Killer snarled hungrily, gyrating his hips and grinding his enormous shaft against her inner walls, sending a shiver down her spine as she gasped breathlessly, before her voice grew into a scream as the huge male ripped his massive cock backwards, blood spurting out of her along with thick precum and sweeter juices, sign of her pleasure and need, before he slammed forwards, burying himself again to the hilt and growling in delight as he slowly, majestically began to pound her, building up a rhythm as his enormous balls slapped into her ass again and again, with a loud, wet tattoo which quickly filled the room with delightful noise.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as best she could, curling up under his massive chest and clawing into his shoulder as she worked her hips against him, groaning softly as sweat rolled down their forms and her whole body seemed to shake uncontrollably, wrecked at once by pain and ecstasy, as she tried to cope with sensations entirely new and amazingly powerful, as her whole body was bounced up and down by the power of his thrusts. Her pleasure mounted quickly, her cheeks burning red as she tried her best to resist, but the amazing fullness of having his immense shaft buried deep within her was, on its own, an orgasmic sensation: his forceful, skilled movements broke down every resistance. The goddess threw her head back, howling in delight as her tight sex clenched hard, her passage squeezing on the huge male's cock like a vise, making him grunt in pleasure and surprise as he felt himself almost pushed back, his cock barely moving as her whole body flexed, before he smashed forwards with greater strength, grinning as he began to ride her sweet release, her nectar gushing down her sex and spurting out around his enormous cock, squirting out in strong jets as she closed her eyes and screamed his name, lost in a monumental storm of sensations and ecstasy and feelings and pains that washed over her, wrapping her in burning flames of lust.

She screamed again as she slid backwards over the rough stone, her thighs quivering and her legs kicking at the air as she was pounded savagely, crushed into the table by the enormous male, Killer easily keeping her pinned as he picked up pace at a steady, amazing rhythm, each thrust echoing with a loud, wet squelch and the dominant sound of his heavy balls punishing her buttocks. She grunted as her head and back finally bumped into the wall behind, his hard pistons pinning her between his powerful body and the hard stone wall, the power of his thrust sending cracks spreading through it.

Drool fell from her jaws in ecstasy as she gazed hungrily and meekly up at the giant male as he snarled and thrust savagely in and out of her, her cheeks on fire as her eyes continuously darted down to her own raised groin, to stare at the immense girth of his shaft stretching her viciously wide, as rivulets of blood and torrents of her nectar leaked out and down her belly, his thick precum spurting out to splatter heavily over her breasts and face.

His movements were powerful, fast and violent, not sparing her at all as he grinned and leaned down to kiss her hungrily, then licking her cheek to taste her tears, unique mix of ecstasy and pain his arousal driving him to new heights of passion as her body rocked against every movement, her hips bucking wildly as she writhed and let out delighted, loud cries of bliss.

Killer grunted in pleasure, throwing his head back with a snarl as he basked in the delight and in the power he felt as the energies of Nature added to his own, flowing into him almost physically, the male able to feel their warm in his veins almost as if his gigantic black cock was absorbing her blood. Her juices flowed out of her in a torrent, stained crimson by her blood as his enormous girth tore in and out of her with savage strength, lifting her whole body off the table with each mighty thrust before making her throw the air out of her lungs in a scream every time he pulled back.

She was inexperienced but eager and thirsty, her body flexing again and again around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth as she clawed into the stone and bucked her hips back against his thrusts, her eyes burning with need even as tears and sweat rolled down her cheeks. Her movements were erratic and out of sync, but full of energy and craving, and her amazing tightness was a delightful, hot torture, making him growl in bliss at the solid and liquid fire that clamped down so tightly on his thick shaft.

He grinned as he greedily squeezed one large, plump breast, making her groan as he rolled the soft swell and teasingly pinched her hard nipple between two fingers, before stroking down her chest and onto her firm, toned abdomen, over the thick, obscene bulge that his massive shaft caused as he slammed again and again into the very end of her womb, filling her up with his thick, potent precum.

Gaia moaned in ecstasy as his other hand gripped roughly into her neck, crushing her throat as he yanked her up into a sitting position in his lap, the huge male standing up fully and beginning to bounce her up and down his immense shaft, thrusting up into her tight, devastated sex over and over, the goddess screaming as she clawed into his shoulders, clinging to him as best as she could as she hungrily rocked her hips back against his powerful pistons., trembling hard with every savage thrust of his throbbing, girthy cock as it pounded savagely to the most extreme depths of her tight passage.

The huge male wrapped one arm around her waist, gripping into her hip so hard that his claws tore deep into her flesh, drawing drops of blood as he yanked her hard down and thrust upwards even harder with his strong hips, his thrusts becoming stronger and faster still as his pleasure mounted rapidly towards the edge, his gigantic cock stiffening and throbbing powerfully as it was washed down by the spilling of her nectar and the streaking of rivulets of her blood.

She howled in delight, one hand tangling in his thick mane as she threw her head back and drool fell from her jaws, sheer ecstasy coursing through her as his member slammed deep again and again and again... before her eyes bulged in wonderment as the male roared, his shaft throbbing powerfully as his thrusts became frenzied and brutal, until his orgasm exploded into her, flooding her with gallons upon gallons of thick, potent semen, her belly bulging as he flooded her, the only mercy being in his hard, rapid thrusts as cum splashed out of her whenever he pulled back, thick ropes of the dense seed stretching from her devastated pussy all the way down to the growing lake of sperm on the ground, making room for the following enormous load.

Gaia gripped into his shoulders, moaning breathlessly between a scream and another as she tried her best to hold herself up as she bucked his hips down, trying to ride the restless stallion that his immense cock was as it rammed up into her. Her head flopped from side to side, her breasts bouncing on her chest as yet another of her own orgasms went almost unnoticed, her juices lost in the thick flood of his own cum, the sheer power of the male's release drowning out hers...

Killer growled hungrily, a snarling grin on his features as he pounded her viciously, releasing his loads without any attempt to hold back, to delay his release: he was just going to keep going, giving her orgasm after orgasm and enjoying his own whenever they came.

It took ages for his immense release to slow down, but it was an eternity of bliss for both lovers, until Gaia almost flopped over his head, hugging him as she panted hard, her body trembling violently and her legs kicking at the air lightly as thick cum leaked out of her in large, steady streams, flowing down his immense shaft as her stretched-out, torn, ravaged sex clamped weakly on his tremendous girth.

She rasped for breath as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her devastated hole, thick cum gushing out of her with each penetration, but her eyes glowed with lust and hunger as he grinned down at her face... and she groaned contently as he seized the back of her skull and bent her painfully backwards, slamming his cock up into her, right to the hilt, crushing the breath out of her lungs.

He growled hungrily, pulling back and then slamming deep home again, and again, and again, each thrust impaling her fully as he quickly built up the pace again, his release having only made him hungry for more... and the goddess found the strength to grin, taking his cheeks in her hands as her eyes burned with lust as she voiced a need that was almost self-destructive but that she just couldn't deny: "Use me... take me for your pleasure... and fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... please, fuck me..."

Killer grinned at her soft begging, Nature almost purring as she prayed him to do whatever he wanted to her... and his enormous musculature bulged powerfully, swelling explosively as he dragged her down his immense length and began to thrust with savage force.

A moment later, he slammed her back into the wall, pinning her against and making her scream in delight, her claws tearing into stone like it was paper as she braced as best she could, the whole building shaking with the violent thrusts of the huge male in front of her, her legs spread as wide as they could go, seed splattering out of her with every mighty piston of his cock, her ass and inner thighs bruised by the sheer force of his movements as his enormous, heavy balls swung up to slap powerfully into her flesh, his claws buried into her thighs and tears rolling down her cheeks, blood streaking down her long legs and dripping to the floor and into the basin, mixed with the thick cum gushing out of her sex. Even through the agony, she screamed in delight, bliss burning in her system as her breasts bounced violently, her muscles flexing as her fingers tore deep into the wall, her tongue lolling out and drool leaking from her jaw as she rocked her body against him as well as she could.

He was merciless, pummeling her to orgasm after orgasm, until he finally tore out of her devastated sex, a deluge of his cum following his girthy shaft as she let out a loud cry that was half-moan and half-scream, her eyes bulging as her stretched-out, gaping sex clenched weakly, her muscles sore and torn, her passage filled by ungodly amounts of his thick cum even as semen cascaded out of her hole, spurting out in thick wads as her hips bucked wildly, her body trembling as she released her nectar yet once more, slumping down along the damaged wall now that his steel-hard shaft no longer kept her impaled and pinned. Her eyes burned with bliss even as her body trembled uncontrollably, and she only moaned in need and delight as he forcefully slammed his immense cock down on her face, the gigantic black shaft drenched in his cum and in her nectar and in her blood, smearing the moisture over her features as he stroked himself rapidly, snarling in pleasure and power, his hand roughly smashing in her features at the end of each stroke, his enormous musculature flexing and bulging explosively as the goddess meekly reached for his balls, fondling his immense testicles lovingly as she begged and pleaded for his load, licking and suckling and nibbling at the huge shaft as the enormous monster cock ground against her muzzle, her eyes taking in the glory of his body and staring in the darkness of his vast, arrogant cumslit.

The god seized her skull roughly, holding her steady in position as he roared in delight and domination... and she panted hungrily before releasing another cascade of juices as his thick, potent load exploded over her, the goddess's head recoiling as the immense blast washed over her face and splattered into the wall with a loud, violent impact, cum flooding her as it washed down in tidal waves over her cheeks, then down her breasts, the thick flood coating her body and rolling down her back, filling her mouth, plastering her eyes, turning her hair in a thick white mess, filling her ears, invading her nostrils, the goddess trembling in terrified delight as she drowned in his load as he bathed her, soaked her, drenched her in thick, dense cum, huge sperms swimming over her body as she was covered completely in his semen, shivering and moaning hungrily.

But even that was not enough, and as soon as his enormous release slowed down, the giant male dragged her up to her feet, Killer grinning widely as dense, thick ropes of cum restrained her, the goddess being glued to the wall by the sheer amount of dense semen drenching her... Her legs trembled and almost gave way, but before she could fall a huge, arrogant tentacle-cock wrapped around one of her ankles, its coils enveloping her leg, then squeezing down on her torso, the snake-like tentacle sliding up over her shoulder and then around her neck, throttling her brutally as she was lifted into the air. The tentacle slid down between her breasts and over its own coils, finally finding her gaping vagina and invading it, thrusting deep in just a few mighty movements. "K-Killer... s-so much... s-so good..." Gaia breathed, her nectar leaking from her hole and dribbling to the floor as he forcefully turned her around, cork-screwing her on the thick tentacle buried deep into her. "... so strong..."

"Yes, my sweet..." Killer hungrily replied, one hand slapping a firm buttock and the other roughly seizing her long hair, the watery mass now made almost solid by the sheer amount of thick cum he had pumped out. She grunted as he pulled on her hair like on reins, dragging her backwards...and she hissed in a mix of fear and desire as the head of his godlike shaft bumped into her tight, virgin tailhole.

Killer growled hungrily as he rammed his hips forwards a first time, annihilating her tiny opening and stretching her hole painfully wide, a loud squelch echoing in the room as her muscles flexed and her flesh tore, blood streaking down his immense shaft as the thick, massive head buried inside her.

She was slammed forwards whole, like a doll... and she could only thrust her arms into the wall, splaying against it as he thrust forwards again, roaring in delight as he took away every last bit of the virginity of Nature, burying his immense shaft into her ass, her blood streaking down his shaft and dripping off his ponderous, gigantic balls as he shoved in deep, his feet gripping into the ground with power, his talons digging trenches as he snarled and rammed forwards, her extreme tightness only adding to his delight.

She screamed his name, closing her eyes and shivering in bliss, feeling the two enormous members dominating her insides, filling her to the brim, every thrust resounding loudly as thick cum gushed and squirted out of her, and she couldn't help but grin a bit as she realized that he was not putting a tentacle in her mouth just because he wanted to hear her screams... and her moan became a howl as he pistoned powerfully forwards, his thick medial ring smashing its way into her devastated ass as he growled like a feral beast above her before yanking her back to meet his next violent thrust, the female's eyes rolling up in her head as he impaled her, his immense shaft sinking in to the hilt and his massive, heavy balls slapping heavily into her thighs and over her gaping, battered vagina and his own tentacle.

It went on and on, the huge male using and abusing of her body in every possible way, the goddess trembling under his massive form but loving every moment, adoring each mind-shattering thrust, drooling at each expert grinding of his shaft against her inner walls, howling each time the tentacle gyrated and whip-lashed within her, giving her pleasure beyond description... and finally, after easily two more hours of bloody, glorious, ferocious pounding, she was again facing him, a tentacle thrusting viciously up her ass while another worked together with his cock to double-penetrate her torn, abused, stretched-out vagina.

And she rocked her hips enticingly, urging him on even as cum leaked down to the ground from her stretched and annihilated holes even as her muscles flexed and her passages still did their best to clench slowly around his thick meat poles. She stroked slowly down his cheeks, kissing under his muzzle as she arched her back a bit and pushed her chest out for him, her breasts bouncing wildly with the power of his pistons as drool dripped from her gaping mouth as the enormous cocks throbbed and flexed inside her, seeming to own her completely, to fill her utterly, the goddess feeling like his cock was pounding all the way up into her very brain.

She begged him with her body, with her movements, with her rough, broken breathing... and finally she pulled his head down towards her large breasts, praying him: "Do it... do it, please... I want our bond sealed... please... do it."

And the huge male kissed both of her swells, tenderly, before nuzzling her gently as he licked the tears off her cheek one last time... and then he smiled at her and said: "The time has come."

She shivered in delight at that, and pushed her chest out, tilting her head back to expose her vital parts, her breasts, her throat, her breath quickening as she hugged him fiercely, hands gripping into his powerful back... before she moaned as he bit into her chest, his fangs piercing into her flesh and the huge male growling hungrily as he ripped off almost a whole breast, chewing loudly, slowly and deliberately, savoring her flesh and the power in it as she trembled in his arms but pushed her forehead against his, kissing his muzzle lovingly and looking down at he took another cruel bite, tearing into her chest, crunching one rib under his large teeth, until his thick muzzle could break inside her... and he licked her beating heart, giving her a shiver as she closed her eyes with a soft pant and once more eagerly affirmed: "I love you. I'm yours."

"I love you... and you are mine." Killer confirmed, before his fangs nibbled at her heart, first lightly... then without mercy as he took a large bite, tearing half of it off and chewing on the warm organ hungrily, growling like a beast as blood leaked down his chin... and a moment later he ate the other half, as Gaia stared breathlessly at him, hands moving slowly and adoringly in his thick mane.

He chewed slowly, looking into her eyes all the time, as droplets of her own blood splattered in her features... and never once did her eyes show anything other than love.

A new heart formed in her chest once he swallowed: a new organ made of stone, pumping magma and wrapped in green vines, full of energy, of life, of creativity, of sheer desire of creating, changing, evolving the world.

The new heart was quickly encased in a new cage of bone, alongside with her other rearranged insides, the ribs closing down on the thickly armored core as an added protection... while her lower body shifted and changed, her passage stretching and clenching with renewed strength as the goddess hissed in bliss and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him as she felt energies flooding her like a massive tidal wave.

Her eyes bulged and glowed a bright sapphire, her hair floating in the air as she flexed and arched her back with a roar of ecstasy and hunger and awe, every muscle in her body flexing and bulging... and she grew, her musculature gaining bulk and strength, her abdomen tensing as mighty, glorious abs pushed out, her breasts swelling much larger on her chest as her height increased to more closely match his. Her legs became longer, stronger, powerfully muscular as her back became broader, her arms bulging with massive biceps... And Gaia flexed eagerly, grinning widely as she gazed down at her own arms, growling: "Such... strength. You took my dreams, and made them real..."

Her body changed further, her tail thickening and becoming heavier and solid... it was still covered in snow leopard fur, but there was something draconic in its new shape and weight... and for a moment, enormous bone spikes jutted down its length as the end of it became a deadly blade of solid, sharp bone, before those features faded away, receding into her form.

Two tall, long dragon horns pushed out of her head, standing up tall and slightly bent backwards, and bone spikes pushed out of the back of her neck and all the way down her spine... but then she flexed and grunted, trying to maintain control over her form, and the spikes withdrew as well, a thrill of delight running down her spine at the feel of sheer power that burned in her system. She kept the horns, while massive wings flickered for a moment into view behind her... but thankfully did not solidify, or they would have slapped the building into pieces like it was a castle of cards.

She groaned lustfully, struggling to contain the flood of power that menaced to give her a new, enormous, mighty Ascended form, but she was helped as burning-hot metal circled around her neck, clamping on her throat with all the strength of his huge, heavy hand, and it worked to put her on a leash, controlling the flow of energy and giving her something else to focus upon.

The collar became thick and heavy, made of silvery titanium, with a large feral lion head on the front, a metal ring solidly attached to its lower jaw... and on the body of the collar, energy swirled elegantly, chiseling figures and shapes, unfathomable yet beautiful, chaotic yet full of natural order, as some of the engraved figures took on an ocean-blue glow, others glowed gold and crimson like incandescent magma, others took on a beautiful emerald, and others still glowed with ghastly, incorporeal white light.

When it finally ended, it left Gaia panting and sweating, groaning in delight and confusion, her body filled with new energies and her powerful musculature giving her new strength, not just in the physical sense, but in character: she found herself energetic, confident, proud, eager and even predatory like she had never been before. Much of her shyness was gone, she could tell it right away, only needing to look up at Killer to realize the different way her feelings ran now... and she felt free. She now was less concerned with what others might think, and more determined. And it was such a fantastic feeling! Gone was the fear of her own power, replaced by well justified pride and self-confidence, the goddess finding relief in the fact that the collar burned with her master's energies, stabilizing hers, keeping her on a leash. She could feel the "chain" at her neck, but the amazing thing was that she did not feel imprisoned or constrained... that's how she used to feel before, when the chain wasn't there.

Now... now she felt free.

And she purred with a wide smirk as the gigantic male bent down over her to whisper in her ear: "Gaia, be my Queen of Nature. Be my bringer of life and evolution."

"I'll be everything my master wants." Gaia promised, smiling up at him lovingly before grinning teasingly as she pulled him down by the shoulders until their muzzles bumped together, her eyes looking right into his as she flexed her new, powerful body and purred seductively: "But you've put a dragon in me... and now, you'll have to s-lay me."

Killer grinned at her tease, wrapping his huge arms around her and squeezing tightly as his thrusts up into her tight passages picked up strength and speed once more. He was all too glad to take her challenge.

When Killer and Gaia finally walked back into the forge, they couldn't help but grin a bit at the burning crimson on Lemuel's cheeks, and at the sight of the crowd of people who faked innocence but had very clearly moved closer to the forge's porch to listen to the powerful fucking, and catch glimpses through the open hallway. In general, everyone on the crowded parade ground had his or her head turned towards the forge, and they were unable to turn away and fake indifference as they caught sight of the very evident changes in Gaia's body.

The goddess would have blushed furiously only hours before, being at the centre of all that attention, but now she looked much more confident, relaxed, and indeed almost pleased by the stares and awe and comments which began to run through the crowd in increasingly loud whispering and murmuring.

The sway of her hips had a whole new charge of power and sensuality, and her body, which had been lithe, slender and toned, now was powerful, muscular and wonderfully shapely. Her breasts were far larger than they had been, but just as firm and well shaped; her long, beautiful legs now were even more enchanting, with her potent, muscular thighs and mighty calves, barely contained by thick black laces of her knee-high open boots. Gaia had chosen to adopt a new style of clothing and accessories which gave her a whole different aura, and had easily created them out of thin air: she no longer walked on bare paws, instead wearing boots which resembled Alexis's, with metal soles and high heels which added to her height and to the natural, seductive elegance of her steps. Dark stockings reached up to the middle of her thighs, stretched by her powerful musculature, and she wore a bikini bottom made of black vines bordered with red: from just a few feet of distances, the lucid black leaves of the vines had the look of leather decorated with embroidery. Light, semi-transparent veils made of tiny dark vines descended from the waistband of her bikini bottom at the front, at the rear and down her sides. They did little to hide her long and powerful legs, instead emphasizing them with their constant, soft brushing. Her abdomen, once flat and toned, now was powerfully muscled, perfectly chiseled with abs that would put dent into swords. From just above her navel, however, she covered herself somewhat with a form-fitting corset made of leather-like black vines and leaves, again with crimson-colored edges and decorations. It wrapped tightly over her spectacular breasts, pushing them together and, by cupping their vast undersides, they made her bare, proudly exposed cleavage even more breath-catching, leaving the red laces on the front of the corset looking always on the verge of snapping apart. Her massive shoulders were sculpted in power, and her strong arms bulged with massive muscles, without ever subtracting a single ounce of her femininity. Fingerless fishnet-gloves reached up to the middle of her biceps, ending in solid leather laces which groaned audibly whenever her muscles flexed and bulged. At the wrists she wore thick, heavy armlets of black leather and silvery steel, each with a large ring for the chains: a symbol that she had chosen to reinforce her collar as a symbol of her submission to Killer; but also to make it immediately, visually clear that she was an immense, destructive force which had to be contained. Her beautiful features had not changed, but her expression certainly had: gone was the shy, low gaze, replaced by a confident smile full of life, pride and, admittedly, a bit of a challenge to the world. Gaia was no longer just incredibly strong: now she was also aware of her strength, and ready to show it without any shame.

She had kept her long, proud dragon horns out, for the moment, and those added even more to her new figure, complementing her flowing, seemingly-alive water hair, that now stood up higher, almost forming a Mohawk-like crest somewhat resembling Alexis's own style.

Lemuel resisted only a few moments before turning to look at them from over his shoulder, even as he continued to stand near the furnace, where Wyvern's blade was being heated to the temperature needed for the tempering process. The god had already taken care of the hardening phases, using the sacred oils and cold water to briskly bring down the temperature of the blade, bringing the Godblood to the most extreme hardness value. He had brought the sword to the very limit, making it as hard as it could be... but now it was so hard to result brittle, and needed the tempering to become the perfect, deadly weapon it promised to be. Killer was pushing the basin filled with Gaia's blood and other assorted juices, but Lemuel could not fake credibly any kind of interest for that, his eyes instead moving from Gaia's head to her toes, and then back, the lion swallowing thickly before gaping a bit as the goddess idly pushed one foot slightly forwards, distending her leg and lazily flexing, showing off the bulging and dancing of her thick, powerful muscles. She was enamored with the new, mighty shape of her body: she had wanted that kind of form for all her life, but for some reason she had never, never managed to build up muscle, no matter how hard she trained or how much stronger she became. The weak crying of the leather belts being stretched out by her bulging musculature was delightful to her ears, and she was all too glad to show off a little.

"You look... awesome." Lemuel finally whispered, and the leopardess smiled and nodded in cheeky agreement, absently stroking a hand down her muscular thigh as she smoothed the wrinkles in the black veil running down from her hip. The lion looked flushed and unsure about what to do or say, but he couldn't help observing: "Wow. Those thighs... they look like they could crush a man into pulp with just a mild flex."

"Easy." Gaia replied with a smirk, while the lion bit his lower lip and flushed an even deeper shade of crimson before turning back towards the fire, gesturing for them to bring forth the basin with the blood.

"The blade is almost ready, Lord Killer." The god of the forge announced, pointing a finger to the glowing, incandescent blade: it was the color of the metal which would tell them the right moment for proceeding with the tempering. Killer nodded and took position near the thick tang, his eyes fixed on the blade and Gaia standing at his side, smiling contently and surveying the operations with interest.

"Looks ready to me." Killer observed after a short while, but Lemuel held up a finger to stop him, saying calmly: "We can wait a moment longer. She can take a few more degrees... it'll make her even stronger."

The huge liger only nodded, wetting his lips nervously and scratching at a cheek, eager to see the new Wyvern complete, yet knowing that there was quite a lot of work still to be done. He did not object to Lemuel's observations: he was a decent blacksmith, at most, while the lion was the god of the forge, so he knew he only had to listen, and possibly learn.

It did not take long: a few minutes later, Lemuel beamed and smiled widely, clapping his hands together and announcing: "She's as ready as she'll ever be, Lord Killer. Proceed!"

The liger needed no further encouragement, eagerly wrapping his hand on the incandescent tang and lifting the enormous, heavy blade out of the raging fire, before carefully turning around to lower it into the messy lake of blood and juices in the basin, as Gaia wrapped one arm around his and gave it a loving, reassuring squeeze.

The liquids in the basin steamed instantaneously, boiling and bursting up as soon as the incandescent blade touched the surface, the huge male gritting his fangs nervously as he shoved the sword fully into the crimson moisture... before he gaped in awe as the blade glowed faintly and seemed to suck all the blood, the red fluid swirling around and flowing towards the metal, which seemingly swallowed every last bit of virgin blood.

"See...?" Lemuel amusedly commented, nodding a bit as he stood by the end of the basin, hands behind his back as he swung back and forth a little, balancing on his toes as he looked down at the boiling fluids with the entertainment and interest of a young boy seeing the process for the first time. "It is not just a legend, and it is not merely ignorance. It is a very real fact... which mortals have forgotten, becoming too enamored with their science to be able to continue seeing the contour."

"Glad to be proven wrong." Killer replied with a smile, before he pulled the blade out of the remaining fluids, and they all stared at the thick, potent blade as it glowed crimson, energy crackling down the length of the massive weapon, until Lemuel shook his head slowly, commenting: "A masterpiece without equals, Lord Killer... this is a weapon like no other. Now it is also imbued with the blood of the destroyed virginity of Nature: and there is no telling how much stronger this will make it. A hell of a lot, that's for sure."

"After seeing Gaia in action, I could never doubt that." Killer amusedly replied, turning to look at the leopardess with a smile, the goddess nuzzling him gently and laughing softly. Lemuel, in the meanwhile, walked to the nearby table and picked up two white, porous stones, offering them to Killer with a bit of a grin as he teased: "Now for the fun part: cleaning and polishing the blade."

The liger snorted at that, rolling his eyes a bit... but he wasn't actually put off by the prospect. The blade looked absolutely fantastic, better than he had ever dreamt, and it deserved every attention. Besides, he thought as he carefully looked at the cutting edges of the sword, Wyvern wasn't actually going to need much polishing: the blade really felt like an alive thing, so loaded with energy and imbued with power that it had repealed on its own every impurity and every excess deposit of molten metal. Polishing a freshly tempered blade would normally take many hours, but with Wyvern, far less time was actually required.

He sat down on a wooden stool, balancing the huge blade on his knees and then carefully working with the stone to grind away any imperfection and to fully polish the huge sword. Lemuel kept a watchful eye on him, making sure that he'd make no mistake, but he otherwise kept a respectful distance, letting him take care of his sword.

Gaia sat down near Killer for a while, but eventually she asked him permission to leave, saying that she wanted to prepare for the later ceremony for Vesta becoming a Disciple herself. She said she intended to get a tattoo, and perhaps other things... and Killer let her go with a smile, before wincing a bit as he thought about what was about to come. The talk of "ceremonies" and the fact that Vesta, Alexis and the others were preparing things in the background made him a bit nervous: he was eager and excited, on one hand, but on the other he was worried. He suspected that he was going to be put at the centre of something much more public and much more majestic than he would like.

Liar. You love the idea of fucking Vesta raw in front of everyone. You are just being a pussy about it, with all the usual bleeding-heart worries about what you might do to the bugs around you, and how they will see you as an arrogant showoff. Black Killer's voice flatly observed in his mind, before adding clearly: Fuck them. Lions do not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.

Killer made a grimace at that, snorting irritably as he retorted: Thank you. Asshole. But what hurt more, was the awareness that Black Killer was spot on in his judgment.

Killer tried to push the voice of his dark alter ego out of his mind, and did his best to both clench the fears and control his eagerness, his hunger, his lust for what was to come. He had just ravaged Gaia, savagely... and yet, he was eager to get even more, and fully ready to dish out a lot more. His drive had always been extreme, but the more of his godly power and nature was revealed and unleashed, the more his hunger and his stamina increased.

He focused on cleaning up the blade, perfecting it, while Lemuel melted ingots of Godblood, in preparation for the fabrication of the large, heavy handle.

In a surprisingly short time, it was time to move on to that phase, as Killer finished polishing the blade and they worked to settle the tang correctly into the mold, making sure that it sat in the right position, at the right handle, and perfectly straight. They checked, checked again, and then controlled a third time: they did not want to mess up, and have to melt the handle again afterwards, to repeat the whole process. They made very, very sure to get it right at the first try. They filled the mold with wax and let it cool down until it was solid. Then they poured in the molten Godblood, and waited for it to cool down and solidify, walking nervously around the forge, checking the mold every few minutes, and then even working on other, simpler blades that Lemuel had been forging for the Seraphims of the garrison, hoping that the hard work would help the time move quicker, keeping their minds clear from all the doubts and worries and anticipation.

Finally, the time for breaking the mold came, and Killer cracked the heavy block of stone open, his hands almost trembling as he fatigued to balance the urge to see the result and the need to move carefully, and do everything with the right care and timing. Lemuel stood at his side, looking down with the same anticipation and worry, waiting for the handle to come out in the light... and when it did, the two males traded wide smiles as they saw that their efforts had been generously rewarded.

Wyvern's blade glowed brightly, full of vigor, almost as if to thank them for their work, as Killer pulled it out of the mold. The handle was perfectly shaped, and the thick, heavy core had all the finely chiseled decorations flanking the Imprisonment Crystal, which had flashes of white light running down its faces. The handguards, shaped somewhat like dragon wings, also were perfect, and that made them sigh in relief, as they feared they might result slightly fragile. Thickening them with a last moment correction to the project was proven to be the right decision.

Lemuel picked up the lock mechanism for the Azura blades while Killer made sure that the holes in the large handle and crossguard were clean and fully refined. Slotting the mechanism in proved a bit more complex than expected, but overall it was quickly done. A moment later, Killer carefully slid the first Azura blade down the two holes on the left side, until the mechanism clicked as it clamped the weapon in position. Lemuel seized the blade and jerked on it experimentally, but the system was solid, and the same was true for the other side as well. They traded smiles and bumped their fists with grins of satisfaction and pride, looking at the enormous triple-blade: each Azura slotted neatly just beneath Wyvern, so that they acted as an extension of the main blade, giving it even more weight, even more width, and a deadly double cutting edge.

Killer walked to the centre of the room, and Lemuel quickly pushed the large table out of the way, making room without the need for a word. He then took position in the corner, grinning widely and nodding a bit, urging the liger to move.

Killer went through a series of basic movements to test the balance and the feel of the heavy weapon, rising it right in front of his face, then stabbing hard forwards, before swinging it in a hard rising cut to the right, before distending his arm and holding the sword pointing away from him, slowly walking in a circle and testing the weight and its effect on his arm.

"Well, it is better than I expected. Still an unbalanced weapon, if evaluated by normal standards... but that is not important. It feels fantastic in my hand. It responds to me like never before. And will hit so. Damn. Hard." Killer finally sentenced, smiling widely as he shouldered the massive blade. He could "feel" its tremendous, insane weight, guessing the impact it was going to have on the enemy... but at the same time, he was strong enough to easily swing it with one hand only, without being affected by the imperfect weight distribution. If anything, the natural tendency of the sword to drop heavily on its tip would add even more force to each slash.

Lemuel pumped his fist in the air with a nod and a wide grin, walking forwards and offering his hand to Killer as he said: "It was a real delight working with you on this project."

"I owe you a big one. Without your help, I wouldn't have started this. I would have shelved the sketches and tried to forget about it, really." The liger sincerely replied, squeezing the lion's hand and shaking it firmly, before frowning a bit as the god pointed a finger at the sword and said: "Slap the flat of the blade against the stone, and then balance the pommel on the table."

"What for...?" The liger curiously asked, wondering what it was supposed to prove... but Lemuel only chuckled a bit and waved his hand to urge him on, until he firmly hammered the stone corner of the forge with the flat of Wyvern, then lifted the sword with the tip to the ceiling and leaned the pommel against the top of the table. The effect was magic and unexpected, taking him aback and almost scaring him as the room was immediately filled with a deep, musical note, which almost had Killer covering his ear, so loud and clear it was.

Lemuel only smiled in delight, nodding slowly as he closed his eyes and listened, as the note echoed across the forge and lasted for a long, long time, fading away slowly.

"That was..." Killer murmured as the sound ceased, but he couldn't quite find the words.

"Special." Lemuel completed, before calmly explaining: "That was Wyvern thanking us for a job well done, so to speak, Lord Killer. Have you noticed how pure the note was, and for how long it lasted...? Well, that is a sign of the perfection of the metal and of the blade. It is the last confirmation of the fact that we really did a good job."

After noon, Killer stopped by one of the bastions, leaning on the parapet and looking down at the vast, frozen plain far below. The clouds covered much of it, but in the openings he could see the regiments of Paladins mounting the siege around Eaglenest. They were erecting tents and building up fortified camps, digging wide moats and using the dirt to form tall, sloped ramparts surrounding the vast cities of tents. Trenches were being dug around the mountain, and heavy artillery was being rushed to the front line from all around Heaven: Typhon was serious about getting rid of the "rebels". Several enormous rail-guns, mounted on triangular tracks which were as big as three-storey buildings, were already firing regularly towards the fortress. Each shot sounded like a distant thunder, followed by a deafening crack as the gigantic dart rushed through the sky at more than fifteen times the speed of sound, leaving behind itself a succession of sonic booms which seemed to physically tear the air apart. Then, there was the fearsome impact, and the explosion of the shells against the barriers of energy surrounding the castle. For now, the railguns were still too few to manage much, as the barriers had been put in place by Killer, Alexis, Vesta and the others: they had more than enough power to cope even with the monstrous force of that mammoth artillery. But the number of guns continued to increase, and the Paladins had been instructed to put them all in a single, massive siege battery, to fire them all together, at the same target area. Sooner or later, the darts would start getting through, and the ancient towers of Eaglenest would have crumbled like sandcastles under such a bombardment. Eventually, they would have to make a sortie and try to take out those enormous cannons before it was too late... and that's when they would be assaulted by Taranis, Thanathos and whoever and whatever else Typhon could throw at them.

Killer snorted, shaking his head slowly as he looked down at one of the monstrous, square-barreled cannons, bitterly wondering why those were nowhere to be seen when the battle raged at the Wall, and the gigantic Cetus monstrosities had broken through the first line of defence. Those railguns could have hurt even the Cetus, and destroyed the land battleships fielded by the demons... but there was none back then. Just like the clones, the railguns were mortal technology that Typhon was somehow smuggling into Heaven to serve his own interests.

Victory at the Wall had never been in his interests.

Earlier, he had visited Diana and Vicky in the hospital. Diana had almost recovered, and she was already starting to act as a healer, not as a patient, doing all she could to help the many casualties who filled up the hospital and the castle's corridors. Every now and then, she needed to sit down and rest a little, because she was still low on energy and her legs were shaky... but her determination and her wish to be of help made up for that. Vicky, on the other hand, was stable, but not really getting much better, and she was still sleeping deeply, unconscious and with her energies sapped away by her Unworld residue poisoning and by the terrible wounds Sikanjal had inflicted on her. Killer had spent a long time sitting by her bed, thinking about what he could do to save her, give her new eyes, and reward her for putting her life on the line for him... it pained him, physically, to be powerless in front of her suffering. He could absorb Unworld residue into himself, but he could not drain it out of her without damaging her even further. He would kill her, if he tried to drag it out of her... unless he infused her with his energies, changing and rebuilding her body. He confided that she would not turn down his offer, if nothing else because he couldn't imagine her renouncing to the chance of seeing again... but at the same time, he felt he had to wait. Wait and hear her word. He did not want to force his decision upon her: he wanted her to decide for herself. And with the machines slowly draining some of the Unworld poison from her body, the hope was that she would soon wake up... and when it happened, he only needed to hear a few words from her. He would give her the benefit of choice: he owed him to her. She only needed to say a word, and then he would do all it took to save her. All he could do.

Killer sighed, rubbing at his eyes slowly and sitting down on the rampart, wondering about what the future would bring. It was incredibly frustrating to be so powerful and yet completely unable to put a stop to the downwards spiral of the events. He still didn't know who was pulling the strings from the darkness... but it was becoming increasingly clear, amazingly, that he would find the answer not in the ranks of the gods, of the angels, of the demons, but back on the Mortal plane. Advanced mortal technology was the red tread connecting the events, in particular in the form of the Spirit synapse-link computer. Used by the RA in the Mortal plane, and found inside the Paladin clones. And then the massive railguns down in the plain below, and the Land Battleships of Hell, and other weaponry and machinery which was becoming more and more common in the ranks of both Heaven and Hell.

Someone was producing all that stuff. And distributing it. And Killer suspected, at that point, that the producer was also, more or less directly, controlling what the players did, and shaping the events. What amazed Killer was that the enemy managed to keep his plans hidden. It had to be an immense operation, with gigantic production plants and with a constant influx of resources and raw materials, and yet nothing was ever detected. Where were they hiding? It drove him mad not to know. No satellite, no spy, no reconnaissance aircraft had ever detected the source of that infinite supply of technology and weaponry. Not even Alexis, with her incredible ability to detect and track energies, had ever been able to locate the RA or its activities.

Of course, they had a rough idea of who was to blame... a vast region of the Mortal plane had long been completely impenetrable by mortal and immortal eyes and sensors. A dark, thick fog of war, created probably by Taranis himself, covered the whole of the desert kingdoms in the south-eastern peninsula of the Northlands. What did that curtain hide...? It was highly suspicious, to say the least. Indeed, it was too suspicious. Hiding under a cloak like that was so shameless a signal of culpability that Killer was forced to wonder if it wasn't actually a diversion: was the enemy "hiding in plain sight", or had that fog been put there just to catch his eye and lead him to focus his attention on the wrong side of the world? He couldn't exclude it. For all he knew, Taranis could have spread his fog of war on a random area of the world just to distract him.

"I'll have to get him to talk..." Killer muttered, throwing a little pebble down towards the clouds, thinking of the imminent "duel" with Taranis. The liger made a grimace at the thought, knowing full well that, if before it was unlikely that Taranis would show up alone, now it was pretty much impossible.

Taranis was going to ambush him, bringing allies to their fight, that was certain. Killer only hoped that he would not bring Thanathos... especially since Taranis already had more than enough nasty friends to bring along, from Seth to Deimos, Erra, perhaps even his other son, the dragon without a name. Killer was pretty sure that some, or all of them, would be present to back their father up... he knew he was walking into a trap. Yet, despite the insistence of Alexis and the others, he was not going to bring back up of his own. He had accepted a challenge. The terms called for a duel, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking the rules and staining his honor.

Killer was coldly determined to take down whatever back-up Taranis could bring. Clearly, he was not going to show any kind of mercy to the god, if the rules were broken and he still won. The liger grinned a bit to himself, throwing his head back to look up at the vast sky, seeing the distant stars and planets even in the middle of the day, due to Eaglenest being higher than the clouds. _If he acts like a little bitch, it is only fair game to treat him as one..._Taranis had to be defeated but not killed, because he was the only one from which Killer might get information, hopefully useful, about what was actually going on in the world. What was the true meaning of the fog of war covering the desert kingdoms? Who was he collaborating with, and with which aims...?

And once I get to know what I need... an alive Taranis could still be useful. He'll provide entertainment, at least... Killer thought, grinning a bit as he pushed one hand into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the large golden ring that had once been on Alcana's finger, sign of her marriage with the God of War. He looked down at the heavy, precious ring, snorting a little in malicious amusement: he and Alcana had plans for the aftermath of the battle, and it was hard not to think of it, even though he was aware that his attention should all be on the battle itself. It was a fight yet to be fought and won, and he was going to climb on stage as the underdog, fighting on the champion's home turf, and with the champion bringing friends along too. It took Killer's arrogance and pride to not be scared by the prospect of battling the God of War himself, the perfect warrior, on his home ground, with enemies no less scary adding their own weight. Deimos, for example... the God and personification of terror, was unkillable. Flat out unkillable. Thankfully, he was somewhat limited in the physical damage it could directly inflict... but on the other hand, if Deimos managed to grip into his heart and mind, he would become insane with terror, and completely defenseless in front of Taranis. It would be game over. Killer remembered well how lost Sikanjal herself had been when possessed by Deimos: for a moment, she had become a cowering heap of trembling meat, unable to do much of anything other than panic and suffer.

Killer shook his head slowly, telling himself that he was going to find a way to fight Deimos back, when the moment for it came. Fear can't be eliminated, but it can be dominated. In a way or another, that is what I must do: dominate Fear.

He pushed away also the worry and the sick curiosity for the kind of effects that Erra would have as God of sickness and pestilence, trying to clear his mind: worrying wasn't going to help at all. There was little information available about those enemies, and little time available to train or prepare any elaborate tactic anyway... so he just rolled his massive shoulders slowly, arching his back a bit as he flexed his enormous musculature, taking relief in his own vigor. He had never been stronger and for the most part he knew he had only scratched the surface of his own power, using only a small fraction of what he had unlocked. He had an enormous reserve of steam that he was eager to vent and unleash... _and this probably scares them. I'm not the one bringing friends, after all. _

"Master Killer... all is ready." A well known voice said, and the huge male turned back to see Ira, smiling lovingly as he gazed over her beautiful and powerful form, taking in the simple, elegant robes of black silk that were wrapped around her body as she stood a few steps behind him, smiling and holding the front of the flowing robes. It was a very unusual outfit, to say the least, and no doubt a part of Vesta's plan for the celebrations. Killer could easily tell that under the dark silk, the cobra was entirely naked, and that made him murr in anticipation, a shiver of lust rolling down his spine that Ira did not miss, the goddess grinning in entertainment and walking up to him to lick at his cheek teasingly.

"You are going to love it." The cobra whispered, and Killer nodded easily: he really had no doubts about it. He seized her firm buttock in one hand, only soft silk separating his palm from her flesh, and she teasingly leaned against him, squeezing into his shoulders as she pushed her huge breasts in his face. "You did a wonderful job with Gaia, by the way... she looks gorgeous, and she's literally walking in the air with how happy and cheerful she is." Ira paused, and then grinned even wider as she amusedly added: "She's hiding from Vesta's gaze until the last moment. Probably for maximum enjoyment of Vesta's gape when she discovers she has been overtaken again in the race for the collar."

"Oh, gods..." Killer sighed, but his lips immediately crested in a smile of entertainment at the thought, before Ira begun to gently play with a long bang in his mane, looking past his shoulder at the assembling armada of Paladins surrounding the fortress and mumbling to herself.

"Typhon really wants us all gone, doesn't he...?" She finally mused, looking unimpressed by the massive army, even with the growing battery of giant rail guns.

"You don't seem worried." Killer remarked, and she smiled, looking into his eyes with amusement as she replied easily: "Should I be...? I'll make you a bet, Killer... once later today you get around to turning this castle into your sanctuary, you'll wipe those fuckers away without even noticing they were there. You only need to stop worrying, and loosen the leash on yourself, and that army will instantaneously look to you like a grain of dust."

"We'll see..." Killer replied, but he couldn't help grinning slightly, knowing that she was probably right.

"Have you planned out how you are going to do it...?" The cobra asked, and the huge male shook his head slowly as he stood slowly up, holding her by the buttocks as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, letting him carry her for a little.

"No, I've made no plans... I... think I'll go with the inspiration of the moment."

"Well, make sure to give us bitches a good show, huh...?" Ira teased, nuzzling him lightly before hopping down from his arms, taking position at his side as they walked towards a small door in the inner circle of walls of the castle. She lead him along a long, narrow tunnel, both of them having to bend forwards not to bump their heads in the ceiling, and they finally emerged in a small room normally used as a rest point for the guards tasked with patrolling the outer perimeter. It was currently empty, but a lively fire crackled in the huge fireplace, near a rack holding a huge variety of swords and spears. Ira led him past that, the female absently brushing the top of the simple wooden table in the middle of the room: she had probably visited that room very often, in the years past, and especially as a young Seraphim in training. Killer could easily imagine Ira using a pause during a patrol to sit at the table and do her homework, studying the many books that contained the mandatory knowledge for any Seraphim worth of the title.

Ira led him up a ramp of stairs and pushed open a heavy wooden door, letting in a cool breeze smelling of fresh-mown grass. They walked out under the porch which surrounded the inner courtyard, and which had the entrance to the temple to Adrasthea on one side, and Killer gaped at the sight of the temple itself, because something had dramatically changed. Someone, almost certainly Vesta, had built a large staircase of blocks of marble, which lead up all the way to the roof of the cathedral. There, she had built a vast terrace which, from high there, dominated the whole courtyard. A large throne had been placed in the middle of that terrace, fully visible from down below, and roses and vines had grown in bushes all around the yard, no doubt due to Gaia herself. The vines also climbed up along the steps of the vast staircase, forming large, beautiful parapets. Large braziers had been placed at the front corners of the terrace and at regular intervals all around the courtyard, and blue flames danced silently in their large golden plates, spreading at once light and darkness, so that in the garden it seemed to be already night, a night illuminated by all the stars and by a full Moon. It was an amazing atmosphere, and the air felt already charged with energy. Killer had no idea what it was... but it enticed him, and aroused his desire and his own power.

As he stepped into the garden, as if on cue, the doors on the three sides of the garden swung open, and Seraphims walked in, marching two abreast and forming up in orderly lines across the yard, leaving a wide passage in the middle of their ranks. The toned, athletic warrior females wore only their light robes, loincloths and simple cloth wrapped around their breasts. They were beautiful, and strong, and proud, and Killer could feel in the air their energies, their eagerness, their desire, even their doubts as they looked at him expectantly, many already smiling with love, others, who did not know him as well, studying him with benevolent curiosity.

They all turned to gaze at him as he walked past them, Ira leading him like a priestess, her heavy collar well visible above the black silk of her kimono, the glowing jewel almost sparkling with energy, a clear sign of her anticipation and excitement as hundreds of Seraphims gazed at her with envy. Killer smiled softly, turning from side to side to let his eyes brush every face he could, as many of the Seraphims whispered his name and words of praise and gratitude, the huge male feeling his energies pumping in his veins, his musculature lightly flexing out of sheer vigor and anticipation as his lust built up with each row of angels that he passed.

Suddenly, he found himself climbing the first few steps of the massive staircase leading to the throne, and he closed his eyes, letting out a deep, hot breath, trying to calm down some as he felt his body flexing eagerly, anxious to enjoy the carnal pleasure that the majestic scenario announced.

"Did Vesta build all this...?" He asked once they passed the middle point of the staircase, far away enough that the Seraphims would not hear. Ira, walking a step ahead of him, nodded, adding calmly: "Most of it. Initially she wanted to build the staircase all by herself, but she eventually accepted our help, because it would take too long otherwise. We were all too happy to contribute."

The goddess turned around and smiled as they stepped on top, onto the terrace, and she showed him the large, comfortable throne. Around it, arranged in a semi-circle, were large, soft red cushions, and Ira walked towards one, standing by it as he instead surveyed his large, elegant seat, touching its cushioned armrests and wondering at the sight of the gold and crystal which formed the structure, all finely chiseled and inserted with details in silver and platinum, as two skulls looked ahead from the end of the armrests, their eyes glowing red rubies.

He touched the throne, and it crackled with energy, almost glowing in the magical darkness surrounding them, and Killer immediately knew that if he decided to let go and grow, the throne would adjust to his greater sizes.

As if reading his thoughts, Ira sensually slid behind him, hugging him loosely around the waist and leaning her cheek against his powerful shoulder as she whispered: "No need to hold back, master... we are all here for you, to revel in your power, but also to make sure you don't betray your ideals. You know it: we won't let you get carried away by lust. There's no need for you to always deny who you are. No need for you to fear your abilities and your immense strength."

"Thanks, Ira... but for now, I think I have more than enough size and juice as it is." Killer replied, grinning a bit as he looked at her from over his shoulder... and she nodded with a gamely smirk, agreeing. "Hell, that's for sure."

Killer turned to face the courtyard, looking down at the Seraphims and seeing that even more people was coming in, angels and benevolents who squeezed in the remaining space under and around the porch, gazing up at him. His mind filled with voices, with praise, with prayers, with thoughts of all the people down in the garden, making him wince a bit, the huge male frowning for a moment and fighting back the flood, trying to shut down the door to his mind, until the voices were dimmed down to distant whispers that would not disturb him. Hearing the prayers and praise of people was an aspect of godhood he still had problems with, but he was learning relatively fast how to pull up barriers between himself and the worst of the never-ending flood of words and voices.

The voices lost any importance when he saw Vesta, clad in the same black robes as Ira, slowly and elegantly climbing the stairs towards him, followed by Alexis, Gaia, Alcana, Adrasthea, Manticora, and even Diana, all covered only by the dark silk wrapped tightly over their beautiful forms. It was a sight that had his earth racing and his muscles flexing with anticipation as he stood in front of the throne with a slight grin, flames of lust burning in his eyes.

They spread out in front of him, standing side by side, with Ira joining them as they all went down to their knee, their heads lowered in sign of submission and respect until he nodded, allowing them to stand. Vesta walked forwards, smiling widely before kneeling again, bowing down to kiss first one foot, then the other, letting her lips touch his toe with loving reverence... before she seized into his leg and gave him a vicious nip as she straightened, gazing up at him as she grumbled: "That is for letting Gaia get her collar before me." But as she leaned forwards to hug him, kissing him first on a cheek, then on the other, she smiled and whispered: "But seriously. She looks awesome, you've given her great gifts."

The tigress pushed slowly back away from him, and let her hands slide slowly and adoringly down his muscular chest, letting out a murr of delight as his body literally crackled with energy at her touch, his eyes glowing as he breathed hard, his enormous musculature flexing out of sheer, excessive vigor and lust, his black shirt ripping here and there.

"Undress me." Killer softly ordered, and Vesta almost recoiled, shivering as his words hit her with physical force, energy washing over her and making her pant lightly as she flexed, unable to help herself as she ground her thighs together, feeling heat spreading through her form. Even as he spoke with low, soft tone, his voice boomed in the ears of everyone, even of those standing the farther away across the courtyard, and hot shivers ran down everyone's spine as energy crackled in the air with blasts of electricity. Alexis walked towards him with a wide, hungry grin, the goddess pushing breast to breast with Vesta as she gently seized the waist of his pants, quietly undoing the button while the queen of Seraphims lovingly pushed her fingers under his shirt, stroking his powerful abs as she slowly pushed the cloth up. The two beautiful females gazed up at him seductively, licking their lips slowly as they ground their breasts together and leaned lightly against his body, brushing into his hard form, teasing it with their hunger, their warmth, with the desire burning in their veins and radiating off them.

Alcana and Manticora crawled forwards on all fours and kissed each of his thick, strong toes, moaning softly as they polished each cruel talon with their tongues, hugging his ankle and massaging the powerful muscle of his legs, before they eagerly licked between his toes when the titan spread them in a silent, clear order. The dragoness and the zebra dragged their tongues slowly up and down between his toes, ending each lick with a tender kiss to the upper side of his feet as their hands slowly stroked down his powerful leg to grasp into the end of his jeans, lovingly pulling them down as Alexis pushed from above.

Ira and Adrasthea walked up to his sides, lovingly hugging his enormous arms and reverently pushing them up as Vesta worked to remove his sleeveless black shirt, both of the reptilian goddesses worshipfully massaging and squeezing at his enormous biceps before they bowed forwards and pushed their muzzles under his arms, their lips kissing his armpits and pressing gently on the thick hair there, their tongues slowly curling beneath each little drop of his sweat, pulling them into their mouths so they could drink them down, savoring them like a fine wine... no, a divine nectar loaded with power and masculinity. Gaia slid behind him, massaging his shoulders and leaning her head against his back, whispering a thank you full of emotion.

The huge male grinned slightly as he lazily enjoyed their worship, only lifting his feet up so that Alcana and Manticora could pull them off entirely, right as Vesta removed his shirt, with Gaia helping it off his head, the females panting hotly as his body flexed powerfully and energy sizzled and crackled around his form, reality trembling around him as his sole presence menaced to reshape the world around him.

The girls now pushed their fingers into the waistband of his boxers, struggling to unleash the enormous cock well visible down along one leg: the goliath shaft actually hung well past the end of his boxers, the giant member still mostly flaccid but already immense, drawing a collective gasp of awe from the crowd down in the yard.

Diana humbly walked behind him, pushing down his boxers from the rear and pushing her muzzle into his crack as it was released, the female kissing his ass and swirling her tongue slowly over it, breathing air that was thick with his intoxicating scent, her legs trembling as she pushed her muzzle under his tail. Killer let out a low growl of pleasure and approval at that, his eyes burning sapphire as Diana licked her way down towards his heavy, overtaxed sac, covering her face with his thick, wrinkled skin, grunting in delight as his enormous testicles were revealed, the mighty balls hanging heavy and low, arrogant in their immensity, enticing another loud gasp from the crowd, before there was breathless, awed silence as his massive shaft swung free and dangled heavily between his legs, hanging far past his knees as the god stood naked and glorious, his legs slightly spread.

The girls stood and moved off to his sides, letting the crowd below stare in awe at the behemoth as Killer rested slowly back in the throne, his eyes glowing sapphire and energy crackling around him, as his flaccid but already gigantic cock hung down from the seat, majestic and throbbing slowly as it lazily, arrogantly began to swell even larger.

Vesta walked up to face him, standing in front of the throne and holding the edges of her black kimono, smiling teasingly as her eyes glinted with lust and she let the dark silk slid off her shoulders, revealing her bare, glorious cleavage and her muscular, powerful shoulders. Killer easily spotted the new tattoo which decorated her right shoulder, and he smiled softly as he understood that it was her way to dedicate herself to him: the drawing was that of a feral, rampant lion with a fiery, fire-like mane and a muscular, strong body, his jaws wide open in a proud roar.

She had also added the tattoo of a sabertooth skull on her left bicep, with two crossed bones and a series of tribal flames circling all around the massive muscle. As the kimono slid away, Killer saw that she had also added two golden rings on her large, black nipples, and swirling black flames adorned her hips, to the side of her chiseled abs. But then his attention was caught by her wonderful, strong legs coming into sight, the right one now sporting the huge tattoo of a cobra, the serpent drawn as if it was wrapped around the powerful musculature in her leg and in her thigh. The tip of its tail was visible near her ankle, and its spires climbed up all the way to the middle of her mighty thigh, where the jaws of the snake were wide open, displaying deadly fangs and forked tongue to full effect, its wide hood fully distended and its eyes glowing maliciously. It was fantastic to see, especially as each flex of her huge musculature made it look like the snake was alive, as it moved and shifted.

Vesta grinned widely as he saw the approval in his eyes, and she elegantly spun on the spot as she let the black robes fall away completely, standing naked but for the high heeled lace boots. She proudly turned to face the crowd, striking an easy pose and flexing her arms with a smirk, letting her Seraphims and all other angels stare at her new style, her new freedom and at her powerful, beautiful body.

Killer, on his part, couldn't help but smirk in entertainment as he admired her firm, plump rear: she now had four black tiger stripes tattooed on her buttocks, breaking down her otherwise fully-white coat, and he had no difficulties guessing that it was another way for her to show her love for him. Had he had any doubt, the writing "Property of Killer" on her right buttock would have dispelled them, but instead it only served to make him murr in appreciation, grinning as his immense black shaft throbbed hungrily, the huge male loving every second of the show as she arched her back slightly and leaned forwards, giving him a clear view of the black labia of her sex, now inserted with a couple of small, round studs.

He gave a small nod of approval at the last tattoo in sight, too: the writing "Death Angel" on the back of the left thigh.

Alexis was next, slowly letting the black kimono slid off her incredible body and showing off for him, her muscular form a perfect and impossible blend of brutal power and feminine beauty, her thick muscle somehow only adding to her feline grace. On her right shoulder, next to his name written in gothic letters, was the tattoo of a feral lion battling a huge serpent and crushing it under large, strong paws armed with cruel talons, one paw slammed under the snake's head. The barbed wire on her left bicep always seemed on the verge of snapping as she moved and her musculature flexed and bulged, and the circle of flames around her right thigh even more so. Her lower abs were decorated with tribal shapes and swirling lines that seemed to capture his gaze to guide it down to her black, eager labia... before she spun around, and he had the impression that the wings of flame on her shoulder blades had flapped as her powerful muscles flexed and bulged beautifully. Right above the base of her tail, the combined symbol of the special forces of Kesteven and Glacial, a cracked sabertooth skull pierced by a winged sword, seemed to stare back at him.

Gaia proudly showed her new body, grinning in delight as she displayed her power and her grace to her master and to the whole world. She was still deciding what accessories and perhaps tattoos she was going to add on her new, strong form, but she had already chosen her personal mark of loyalty to Killer: on the left shoulder she sported the head of a feral lion, seen from the profile and contoured by his black, regal mane. The lion head had a serious expression, and it seemed to survey the distance, with an aura of power, royalty and wisdom... and Killer nodded, smiling with sincere appreciation as Gaia looked at him nervously from over her shoulder. His approval had her beaming with joy, as she bent forwards and grasped her knees, pushing her firm, perfect buttocks against his enormous shaft, rubbing gently up and down its massive length as she slid two fingers over her still-gaping sex, his thick, potent cum still leaking out of her, just as dense and potent and hot as when he had flooded her with it, hours before. The crowd stared at this in shock and awe, hundreds of voices coming from below as they commented and wondered, as the goddess straightened and spread her legs with a grin, licking her lips as a thick, heavy rope of sperm-rich cum dangled from her labia. In front of everyone, the goddess of Nature slid one hand down her powerful abs and then over her groin, until her fingers gently touched the thick, sticky rope, and it clung to her hand as she pulled it up. A large part of it fell off and splattered loudly on the marble, and the crowd gasped in awe as Alcana immediately dropped down on all fours and lapped it up, as Gaia deliberately dragged a thick streak of sperm up her abdomen and onto her breasts, before she dropped her head backwards and opened her mouth wide, gazing back towards Killer's eyes as she pushed her hand high in the air and caught the thick ropes of cum dangling from it into her mouth, her tongue hungrily stretching out to catch every drop, drawing almost a scream from the crowd as it revealed its new shape, long, forked, prehensile, tremendously flexible... demonic. A tongue made of lust, meant to give pleasure to her master.

The goddess was unfazed by the shock, her eyes closing as she took her cum-drenched fingers into her mouth, one by one, her lips sealing around them as she sucked them clean, greedily swallowing his potent semen and flexing her powerful, glorious body, her new, massive musculature giving her a whole new aura of power that silenced the whole crowd, leaving everyone staring as, one by one, the other girls went down to their knees between Gaia's legs, kissing her devastated sex and hungrily drinking of the thick cum gushing out of her.

Ira took a long, greedy drink from Gaia's sex, swallowing thickly before pulling back slowly, licking her lips hungrily and dropping on all fours, crawling between her legs and towards Killer, giving the floor a long lick as she passed over thick puddles of mighty cum. She straightened before him and let her black kimono slid away, revealing her powerful, beautiful body, the scales on her thighs already gleaming with wetness as she flexed for him and teasingly pushed her huge, red-scaled breasts together, fingers teasing her hard nipples as her eyes glowed emerald, her tongue hungrily lolling out of her parted jaws. Her collar glowed and sizzled with energy, and her lion head tattoo, on her muscular left shoulder, seemed alive as she flexed, the jaws seeming to open wider, in a louder roar. Golden flames circled around her massive bicep, and she also sported a new tattoo on her left forearm, under the chains of Lust and Discipline that he had tasked her to carry: it was a feral dragon, its long, golden-scaled body wrapping around her strong arm and its open maws reaching near her wrist.

Then Adrasthea followed the same path, proudly displaying the tattoo she has chosen for herself, a view of a feral male lion, seen from the back, rearing up on his hind paws as if to climb up a cliff, his jaws open in a roar, his proud mane flowing like fire.

Alcana had made a bit of a different decision, not choosing the lion but going instead with the drawing of a sabertooth tiger surveying its domains from on top of a large rock. Manticora had chosen a feral lion, walking towards the viewer and looking to the side, as if surveying a rival while walking in circle at the start of a fight, tail proudly raised, the mane a fiery inferno of flowing flame-like bangs crowning a muscular, powerful body full of vigor.

And finally, Diana, who came forwards with an embarrassed, apologetic smile, a blush on her cheeks as she sheepishly looked to the tall, powerful females around her, worrying that her toned and slender body, athletic but much smaller than theirs, would look diminutive and unworthy. Killer smiled at her lovingly, however, reassuring her as she let the dark silk slid off her black-furred body, standing naked before him, enchanting in her own way... and Alexis and Ira, one from each side, gently squeezed her shoulders, reassuring her, letting her know that she was part of the family, and rightfully so. Diana whispered a thank you, and then slowly spun around, showing her own tattoo: a feral male lion, sitting and looking ahead of himself, majestic and royal, his expression full of wisdom and leadership, his body ripe with strength.

Killer smiled to her, and patted the side of his throne, pointing a finger to one of the large, bed-sized velvet cushions, saying gently: "Come, Diana, my sweet. Have no fear... you are beautiful, you are courageous, you are generous and you are in my heart."

The black furred female whispered a thank you, and walked to the nearest cushion, caressing it for a moment, brushing the golden tassels before bringing it closer to the throne, finally sitting down in it, sinking in its soft form.

Alexis and Ira pulled two more of the red cushions closer to the throne, and sat down on them, their hands stroking slowly down Killer's mighty legs, and the others followed their example, bar for Gaia and Diana, who moved behind the throne and massaged his shoulders, kissing the sides of his neck, their hands sliding slowly down over his broad chest as well.

Vesta, on the other hand, turned to face him and bowed her head slightly. "I wish to address my sisters, master. I want them to be part of this, if you will allow it."

"Do so, Vesta." Killer easily replied, resting leisurely back in his throne and enjoying the loving attention of the other females as he wisely added: "We owe them an explanation. Please, let them know."

The Queen of the Seraphims gave him a thankful smile, and then turned to face the crowded courtyard, walking to the edge of the terrace, looking down at all the assembled Seraphims, and then at the other angels and benevolents. "My Seraphims! My sisters! Angels and Benevolents of the true Heaven! You know, or anyway will have guessed, what is happening. I'm about, indeed we all are about, to become a Disciple of Lord Killer, the Amon-Ra, the Savior." The tigress paused, letting her words sink into the minds of everyone and waiting for the murmurs to quiet down again. "I've wished to give myself to him for a long time. If I didn't do it earlier, is because the Council has tried to keep Lord Killer on a leash, restricting him from doing what is natural for a God of his caliber. Lord Killer patiently complied with the Council's requests, in the interests of peace and unity in Heaven. But the Council only became more arrogant. The Council has betrayed us all. We all were at the Wall when we were ordered to stage a pointless last stand which would have lead only to our death and to Hell's victory. The Council asked us to die pointlessly. Lord Killer saved us. Sikanjal, the scourge, menaced to crush us all out of existence. The Council was nowhere to be seen, but Lord Killer was there to save us all."

There were shouts of approval from below, and a roar from the crowd as the Seraphims slammed a fist on their chests and roared in unison Killer's name.

"Sikanjal set Shi loose. The Council did nothing, but Killer was there. Gaia, goddess of Nature, was invaded by the parasite, and all the Council thought about was killing her. Killer no: he put his life on the line and fought until he saved her, and destroyed Shi, ending a nightmare which lasted from the very night of Time." There were further roars of approval, and Vesta continued: "The Council has betrayed us all. It betrayed God's teachings, and it became a slave to Typhon. It has declared war on us all. It tried to kill us, to imprison and kill our families, to take away our belongings. Lord Killer and I tried to get them to reason, but, as you already know, their reply is the siege of this castle." She paused, and then snarled, loudly and clearly: "I have nothing to share with this Heaven, corrupt and warped. We are at war, and in a way I'm glad for it: it puts an end to the hesitations and the ambiguity. I'm finally free, and you can be free as well."

Vesta paused, and turned to look at Killer with a wide, loving smile, announcing: "Freedom is staying with those we love. Freedom is serving, even, who we love. Freedom is making our choices, and fixing the world, instead of serving the interests of Typhon. My freedom, is with Lord Killer. He is my lover. He is my master. He is my god."

Loud murmuring came from the crowd at this, as angels and benevolents and Seraphims shared their doubts and worries, but Vesta had expected nothing less. "My sisters, this is not a betrayal! We aren't Typhon. We are Seraphims. We are loyal daughters of God, of our Father Elelyon. And this will never change. We will always protect our Father, and we will live true to his teaching. We will wait for his return, and protect his name and legacy, and the world he shaped for us all. But, my dear sisters, in the life of every daughter comes the moment in which the beloved Father is no longer enough. The moment when something more is needed. The day comes for us to find a lover, a husband, a protector. And Lord Killer is our lover, our master and protector, our God, the one male who is worthy of our servitude and adoration."

There was a roar of approval from the crowd, the Seraphims looking up with a collective shiver, admiring the behemoth male they were going to worship and serve, the titan who had had effectively already been leading them all through the darkest years of Heaven's long history. His energies filled the air, making it thick and heavy with his sheer power which crackled in thunderbolts and violent discharges, making Reality tremble. His virility, his scent, his testosterone were just as awe-inspiring as his brutal strength, his sole presence sending juices streaking down their thighs in a way they had never experienced before. That was a whole new dimension, something that they had never lived with Elelyon, Lord God having always been rather asexual, never having the charge of lust and magnetism that Killer had.

Killer was a whole different kind of master and god, one infinitely more physical, more demanding, one with a formidable, corruptive charge of darkness deep within, one who had no problem in mercilessly applying overwhelming, crushing force to shape the world and its events. He was partly demonic, and it showed clearly, leading to some hesitation... but there was no resisting, in front of him. No denying the attraction, the fascination, the hunger and the sheer need they felt. Some would call it corruption, and he certainly had much of the dark, corruptive charge of a demonic god. He had, however, demonstrated again and again that he cared about them all, and that he was always going to put all of himself on the line in order to do the Right thing. And as Seraphims, they knew all too well that not always do Right and Good coincide: he was exactly the leader they needed, and the male they craved. The one who would satisfy hungers that God had never tended to.

Vesta rose her arms up, encouraging the roars of approval and the celebrations of the crowd, before she roared, loudly and clearly: "Let us celebrate, my sisters! Let us all rejoice for the lead that comes from the strong hand of our Lord and Master and God. We shall adore our Master, our God, our beloved... and we shall bear witness to his strength!"

Killer smiled slightly, looking down the stairs to see groups of angels and benevolents and Seraphims shredding their clothes and lining up orderly, slowly and reverently climbing the many steps leading to him as Vesta turned and walked back to the throne, smiling adoringly as she went down to her knees and kissed his immense shaft, tongue rolling teasingly against a thick vein.

"We are all yours, Master... all ready to die for you, all ready to serve you, to worship you, to satisfy all your desires. Many, all over Heaven and Hell, are devout to you from the very first day. Many more have opened their eyes in front of your power and courage. And they'd give their lives to have a chance to worship you."

"But this is your special day, Vesta... you get the first place." Killer easily replied, licking his lips slowly as he rested back in the comfortable throne, his enormous musculature flexing and bulging powerfully as Alexis and the others tenderly tended to his body, hands and tongues and breasts softly touching him from all sides, lovingly worshipping him, sending warm pleasure through his system even as his lust quickly grew for more vociferous forms of contact.

"And that honors and delights me..." Vesta purred, leaning in closer and rubbing her cheek gently against his enormous shaft as she reverently cupped her hands to seize the colossal, fat head, her thumbs rolling teasingly over the thick, protruding corona. "But please, my mighty, invincible god... do let the others help me in pleasing you. You are way too much for little me alone... my mind would fail me, trying to sing the praise of you... my mouth would never suffice to praise your strength. One person alone can never be enough to sing the praise of your power..." She grinned, then squeezed firmly on his enormous girth, slowly dragging both hands up the immense length of his cock. "And I could never suffice to make this dinosaur-cock happy."

Killer laughed a bit at that, putting one strong hand on her head and softly pushing his fingers into her golden hair, gripping her skull teasingly as he licked his lips, looking down at her with eyes that burned with lust as he spread his strong legs and arched his back slightly, energy sizzling over his mighty form as his already massive musculature thickened even further, his height increasing by a few feet as reality shivered around him. "That's true... but I trust you will do your best. And I'll gladly let you have helping hands... and mouths... and bodies..."

Vesta purred at that, leaning closer and pushing her muzzle against his crotch, rubbing her face against the base of his gigantic shaft as she greedily sniffed the strong, thick, rich scent of his virile flesh, her hands stroking over his massive abs as she gazed up at him and whispered: "Thank you, my generous, my almighty god..." She planted sweet, light kisses down the massive shaft, and without bothering to look back she held her arms out and flicked her wrists to invite her sisters and the angels and benevolents forwards as they reached the top of the stairs. Killer watched over them with a slight grin, relaxing in his throne as the Seraphims came to him, one by one: tall, beautiful females with bodies sculpted by years of battles and hard training, their flesh firm and their muscles toned and athletic, some proudly wearing scars that only added to their beauty, their eyes glowing with white light, but their expression visible and full of love, of admiration, of awe as they came closer to his imposing, massive frame. Angels also walked forwards, with powerful, muscular bodies and with their members hard and fully erect, their heads bowed forwards, their eyes full of awe and envy as they came close to his towering, godlike body and to his gigantic black cock.

They walked up to him, went down to their knees, and then slowly moved to kiss adoringly at his legs and arms, massaging over the enormous musculature, their hands moving slowly and reverently, awe showing in their eyes and in their movements as they spoke words of praise and wonder, pushing between his powerful legs to nuzzle his immense testicles, to kiss and lick softly over the sides of the gigantic member. Vesta firmly gripped the monstrous cock just below the head, breathing hotly as she lifted the heavy slab of meat up to her face, immediately helped by Alexis, Ira and by other seraphims and even a couple of male angels, Killer grunting softly in pleasure as all their hands worked together to worship his enormous cock, a arrogant black python which seemed to look down at them like they were its prey.

The queen of Seraphims squeezed into the thick flesh with lust, giving the vast head slow, sloppy, very wet licks, relishing the texture of his flesh, the domineering ridge of the glans, the dip of his cumslit, the sheer vastness of it. She let her drool coat the thick flesh as his giant member throbbed and flexed powerfully, rising towards full, immense erection. Gasps of awe accompanied the swelling of the already monstrous girth, as the python stretched and grew, and grew, majestically piling up tens of inches with each throb. Once the cock's massive head was glistening with moisture, Vesta closed her eyes with a sigh of bliss and leaned forwards, pushing her cheek against it and working to rub it all over her features, loving the feel of its brutal weight and tough texture, the thick veins grinding over her face, the female groaning softly as she savored each mighty throb against her cheeks. She tilted the massive head up to let the giant shaft do the same next, shivering in blissful awe as his immense girth covered her whole face, even while still partially flaccid, savoring the awesome weight, which would have crushed a mortal like a bug. She panted lightly, rolling the massive meat over all of her features with as much love and reverence as she had his head. Vesta groaned and shivered hotly as she slid down the immense length, moving towards his balls while savoring the incredible feel of his semi-soft cock rubbing its way through her hair, its weight on her skull almost painful as much of its long shaft drooped down the back, touching between her shoulder-blades as it plunged down further. Killer had grown to easily more than 30 feet tall despite his best attempts to restrain himself, his vigor impossible to contain, and his already immense cock had grown in proportion, now a true, restless black python sunbathing over Vesta's body and making her strong form look small.

She arched her back and slid backwards a little, smiling lustily and letting her tongue loll out hungrily, her eyes glowing with need and adoration as she gazed up at him when the cock slid off her forehead... the others around them did not matter: she had eyes only for him, and he gazed down at her with love and easy domination. Vesta let the massive head fall heavily right between her breasts, sighing lustfully at the loud, mighty slap which nearly knocked her over, her hands seizing the sides of her large boobs and pushing them together, cradling the enormous member and licking it slowly and worshipfully, watching it growing and bulging, rolling her tongue over the thick veins as they pumped blood and what felt like pure, raw energy into his mammoth shaft. Alexis and Ira knelled near her, one on each side, and they pushed chest to chest, cradling more of the immense length over their own breasts, their hands seizing into the hardening flesh and stroking it slowly and adoringly, urging him to reach his full, immense erection, both females hungrily mouthing the sides of his member and moving up and down its length, their tongues sloppily lapping at it, spreading slobber and wetness all over its vast surface. Manticora and Gaia and even little Diana took the clue to do the same, taking positions on the two sides of the goliath member, their eyes glowing brilliantly, full of awe and lust as they gazed in amazement over his immensity, his sole presence sending sweet nectar squirting out of all of them.

All those bosoms and hands and mouths still were not enough, the thick base of his gargantuan shaft left to the crowd to worship and adore: Seraphim after Seraphim walked up to the throne and between his legs, squeezing past the goddesses to lick and touch softly the base of the monstrous member, planting worshipful kisses on it, drooling over the black flesh and helping to coat it all in warm fluids, other females and even males singing the praise of his balls. Those potent, manly tanks hung majestically, powerful and ponderous, an image of unmatched power, especially as the faces of two goddesses, Alcana and Adrasthea, served to sustain their enormous weight, his gigantic testicles nonetheless hanging low, taxing the leathery skin of his sac. The massive orbs dripped with the saliva of dozens of females and males, as well as with the slobber of the two goddesses as they held their faces up as plates for his testicles, their tongues working constantly, slowly and delightfully, their hands fondling his giant sperm tanks.

Killer licked his muzzle slowly as female after female groveled before him and crawled to his low-hanging, enormous balls, face after face buried in the thick, wrinkled skin of his scrotum, countless features rubbing against the massive testicles, each one kissing, licking and singing words of praise as they broke down into powerful orgasms, the accumulated nectar already streaking down the stairs in torrents.

Four males had humbly distended on the floor, resting on their backs with their face up, only so that his bare, strong feet would rest upon their features, their tongues working constantly to lick the black pads on his sole, to worshipfully lap between his toes, to polish his deadly talons. He could feel their hurried, scared, awed breathing; he could feel them trembling whenever his foot shifted and crushed them lightly into the ground, but they never attempted to flee, even knowing that their fragile lives were entirely at his mercy. In any moment Killer could have crushed them like bugs, just by forgetting they were there and shifting his weight a bit.

More females and more males crowded all around the throne, worshipping every inch of his feet and legs and body, and licking up the juices flooding the ground when they couldn't get close enough, whispering prayers and words of worship, awe and envy.

Dozens of tongues worked worshipfully over his immense virility, paying tribute and homage to his superiority as they slobbered all over his growing cock and mastodontic balls, slowly working on polishing the rough, arrogant sac, slurping nastily over his potent flesh as all nostrils opened extra wide to try and breathe air that was thick and dense with his mighty, masculine scent. Tongues swirled and slapped and slurped and slathered, working like slaves, but with every enthusiasm, as Vesta kissed his enormous cumslit, pushing her tongue deep into it and making out with it until he growled as a massive volley of precum erupted out of him, almost drowning her even as most of it arched a spectacular distance into the air before splashing loudly down on those still climbing the stairs and all the way down into the courtyard, leaving Vesta wrecked by yet another violent orgasm as she looked down at the thick ropes and strands of precum and slobber connecting her face and the immense cock, more of the thick ropes decorating the rest of his immense length and others still hanging from his giant balls.

Vesta opened her jaws as wide she could, trying to suck the head of his cock in, but his already extreme girth was now simply too great. Alexis and Ira were not convinced, however, and they grinned predatorily as they grabbed Vesta's muzzle and pushed their fingers into the corners of her mouth, pulling it open painfully wide and shoving her down on the titanic shaft, her maw creaking loudly and blood streaking from the corner of her lips as she chocked and gagged loudly, but finally managed to take the enormous head in her mouth, her tongue lashing against the solid flesh to taste it, her throat clenching and flexing in loud, deep gagging motions as the tip of his shaft pushed down into her.

"Oh, yeah..." Killer growled, grinning widely as he tangled his fingers in her hair and took control of her head, forcing more of his semi-hard shaft down her throat, loving the sight of her eyes rolling up in her head as tears streaked down her cheeks, her face grossly bulging out of shape and her neck equally abused as he arched his back with a snarl of bliss as she loudly, messily chocked and slobber exploded out of her mouth and nostrils, bubbles swelling into the fluids as it covered her face. He dragged her forwards, causing her to let out a gargling groan, her throat shifting and clenching around him as she gripped into his legs, her breath coming in gargles and whistles.

"That's a good slave..." Killer remarked, forcefully moving her head around to enjoy the increased pressure that the new angles brought to this or that area of his vast mammoth cock, the shaft threatening to shatter her jaws into bits as it grew."Suck, you whore... show off your talent!" The huge male pushed her head back and grinned as she suckled, hard, her throat greedily clinging to each godly inch of his cock that tried to escape, working as hard as she could to recapture him immediately as he pulled out.

His cock finally came out with a loud, wet, messy pop, followed by the insane gush of slobber which burst out of her lips as Vesta rasped for breath and coughed harshly, her eyes looking down at the immense member with something like pride as she saw it nearing its full erection... before he forced forwards into her mouth once more, and Vesta happily gagged it down even deeper into her body, his goliath shaft bulging her neck out as it grew thicker and fatter, her breath coming up in a nasty wet belch which swelled new bubbles into the thick slobber of precum and drool coating his shaft and her face.

When he pulled back again, Killer snarled in pleasure as his cock swung up and sent splatters of fluids in every direction as it slapped against his chest, having reached its full, glorious erection, the huge male stroking his immense length leisurely as the worshippers assembled around him stared in awe. Vesta groaned loudly, her eyes wide open and glowing sapphire as she gazed up at the colossal tower of flesh, amazed by the godly glory of the member towering above her. It was nothing short of an imagination-defying obelisk of arrogant, glorious maleness, casting a shadow that dominated the terrace and seemingly the whole fortress as Vesta's eyes widened and her gaze hungrily followed each thick vein that coursed over the goliath black shaft. She gaped as she estimated its opulent size at well over 190 inches of cock, a monstrous immensity that made her tremble and feel small and vulnerable, probably for the first time in her life.

Killer grinned, licking his lips slowly as his musculature bulged explosively and energy crackled around him. He felt truly godlike, truly divine as he his power pulsed in his veins, energy radiating off him and crushing goddesses and seraphims and angels and benevolents and everything in between on their knees, left speechless by his body, left breathless by lust and violent, potent orgasms coming one after the other. Their worship and their words of praise added to his pleasure, and he could feel their lust, their need, their awe adding to his hunger, urging him on, as their shock and envy almost physically added to his opulent vigor. He struggled to restrain his enormous power, feeling energy flowing in tidal waves into his strong body, and those around him felt it as well, trembling in fear and awe at the enormous power he radiated.

"Holy fucking shit..." Vesta said, one hand sliding down her precum-soaked body to bury her fingers deep into her soaked sex, pushing his thick pre into her passage, helping the massive, inches-long sperms to invade her faster, her nectar dripping to the floor almost continuously as her powerful legs spasmed and trembled, almost unable to support her as she wonderingly slid a hand down his titanic shaft, gazing up towards the sky just to take in the arrogant, absolute superiority of his nearly sixteen feet of cunt-annihilating, mastodontic cock. "It's going to fuckin' destroy little bitch me..." She purred, planting kisses down its seemingly endless side, her hand rolling over the fearsome medial ring adding even more to his brutal girth. Killer grinned and nodded, leaning back in the throne and growling in pure bliss as four Seraphims worked eagerly to lick at his immense abs, two more lapping at the droplets of sweat on the thick underside of his massive, masculine pecs. "Watch your queen impaled like a whore, watch mighty Vesta of the Everlasting Dawn be fucked to destruction... and reborn a goddess." He spoke softly, yet his voice boomed over the whole fortress, shaking the walls and raping pussies with vicious force, all females around him groaning and spasming, their backs arching as nectar gushed out of them in thick splatters. "Watch our god, our beloved, our invincible master use me... stare in awe at his power... witness his glory, and the effect he has on me..." Vesta added, her voice broken and trembling with the intensity of her pleasure, her body soaked in sweat and juices but her eyes full of lust and eagerness and anticipation, her delicious nectar rolling down her legs as she seized the armrests of the throne and she hefted herself up, stepping onto the seat, then up the armrests themselves, panting hard as she stood up in front of him, legs spread wide, his gigantic cockhead pushing against her navel as she gazed at him with adoration.

Killer beckoned teasingly for her to come closer, and she obediently did, groaning in bliss as he seized her by the buttocks and dragged her groin against his muzzle, growling hungrily as he mouthed her soaked labia, nibbling playfully at her soft, sensitive flesh and flicking the studs she had pierced in the dark flesh. Vesta's delighted groan rose into a cry of delight as his thick, long, forked tongue invaded her sex, the huge male suckling on her sweet nectar, savoring it like a precious wine as it streaked down his chin and dripped onto his chest... before Vesta let out a long, drawn-out moan of bliss as his thick, demonic tongue invaded her depths, its tremendous flexibility giving her sensations she did not think possible as it swirled against her walls and pushed up into her with such force that her feet slipped off the armrests and she was lifted into the air by his tongue alone, the thick black appendage thrusting in and out of her like a tentacle, amazingly thick and strong, her legs kicking lightly at the air as he rested back in the throne with a grin, looking up at her like a lion playing with his prey.

Vesta cried out in awe and bliss, her eyes closing as she was bounced in the air like she weighted like a feather, the tongue thrusting deep within her and whip-lashing savagely from side to side, twisting and gyrating within her, sending shivers up her spine as her hips instinctively bucked hard against the thick appendage, as his demonic tongue twisted and licked over her outer labia, flicking her clit at the same time as it violated her most remote depths. Her legs kicked at the air as she trembled and gripped into the black appendage, her mouth opening in a wide gape as she let out a shriek of ecstasy, drool flying from her lips, as the other females and males assembled all around stared in shock and awe. It took mere moments for a deep blush to conquer her cheeks, tears of bliss rolling down her cheeks as she breathed his name over and over again, before she threw her head back with a roar as another orgasm wrecked her, her abs flexing and bulging as she bucked hungrily against the tongue, her sex clenching hard around it as her clear ambrosia burst out of her in rich, strong squirts. The huge male god happily letting her juices soak his chest and abs, as Alexis and Ira and Gaia stood up and moved to the sides of the throne, leaning over his front to lick his powerful body clean, their hot breath washing over his massive muscles as they kissed his body adoringly, their hands rubbing the sweet, hot nectar over his body as if to oil him up, the pearly fluid adding to the extreme definition of his huge muscles, before they hungrily dragged their dripping fingers all over their own features, their eyes burning with flames of lust as they gazed up at him.

Then, after what felt like an eternity of torturous, delightful pleasure for Vesta, he pulled his tongue out, licking her soaked labia slowly, hungrily, as she put her feet back down on the armrests and spasmed in ecstasy, almost falling over. She seized his mighty shoulders instead, leaning down against his vast chest... and he kissed her, his huge muzzle almost covering her own as she eagerly, dreamily answered, her tongue welcoming his far larger one as it invaded her maw, filling her senses with his taste and with that of her own nectar. She suckled on his thick tongue, chocking on it as it invaded her throat and thrust deep down within her, but her eyes stared into his gamely, glowing with lust, adoration and hunger, as her tongue swirled and danced eagerly against his far bigger one, as her hands slid down his powerful chest and caressed wonderingly over muscles which flexed and bulged at the lightest touch, her own body flexing and recovering vigor just by soaking in the incredible energy he radiated, as she grinned around the thick appendage stretching her jaws wide and arched her back, pushing her firm ass against the enormous pillar of black flesh that was his cock, her boiling-hot pussy planting wet, loving kisses on the almighty organ before she began to slide her incandescent centre up and down the gigantic shaft, her hot breath washing over his face while he tongue-raped her face, his hands squeezing into her large, firm breasts, rolling her vast swells together and pinching her hard nipples between his digits.

"Enough foreplay..." Killer calmly said when he finally pulled back from the kiss, his long tongue ripping out of her throat and dripping with slobber as she coughed a bit and straightened as best she could, shivering in bliss as he added: "Impale yourself, bitch..."

Vesta closed her eyes with a murr of delight at his order, licking her muzzle slowly as she valiantly repressed the shivers and pushed up to her feet, standing on the armrests and turning around with an elegant spin, her hips dancing enticingly as she sensually displayed her rear to him, while grinding her groin and the front of her body into his godlike, immense cock, the demigoddess gyrating her hips lustfully, grinding her groin against the goliath shaft, soaking it in her juices before pushing up on her tiptoes, seizing the titanic cock just below the immense head and angling it so that she could mount it, Alexis and Ira seizing the base of the colossal member to help her get it into position. Finally, Vesta released a breathless gasp as the huge cockhead pushed against her stretched, already abused vagina, her labia kissing the very tip of his monster and a shiver running down her spine as she clearly felt how tiny her sex was as the mastodontic invader pushed teasingly up, her juices already soaking it as her lips already greedily clung to his enormous tip. "My god... what a titan..." She groaned, gritting her fangs in a wide grin that was an expression of fear and ecstasy at once, as she rocked her hips gently against the obsidian tower, squeezing it teasingly between her muscular thighs, letting out a shocked, hot breath at the sheer, monstrous thickness of it. She did not hesitate, however, rearing up to impale herself on the gigantic cock, throwing her head back with a long growl as her eyes bulged and drool leaked from her lips as the immense head stretched her out savagely, her legs trembling as they were forced further apart, her labia desperately clinging to his flesh as it was forced insanely wide open, her snarl becoming a cry of delight and pain as his incredible thickness reshaped her. Blood streaked down the titanic shaft as the giant head tore its way into her, Killer only resting back in his throne and flexing with a low growl of delight as he felt the tip of his gigantic cock sink into a tight, hot, wet inferno of pleasure, feeling every flex of her body as her vagina clenched down on him. Vesta let out a breathless, mute groan as she forced down further, over one foot of the monstrous shaft burying into her, stretching her larger and wider as he gritted his fangs in pleasure, seeing her body bulging from the size of his shaft as she squatted slowly lower and lower, letting out a lustful, drawn-out cry.

Everyone stared in awe as Vesta eagerly impaled herself on the gigantic black cock, the eyes moving alternatively from her bleeding, devastated sex to the grin on the huge male's face, Killer licking his lips as she slowly, deliciously sunk herself against his throbbing, thick shaft, the tightness of that insane fit making him grunt in delight as her body was stretched out brutally, as her insides desperately clenched, her muscles flexing explosively as her body tried to both take him and repeal him at once, her passage squeezing as hard as it could onto the goliath invader. "M-my... invincible... Master... my... almighty g-god..." Vesta groaned, shivering in bliss even as her blood mixed with her nectar, ecstasy and agony mixing into even stronger sensations of pure bliss as she gritted her fangs in a snarling grin, her features contorting and her breasts heaving with her rough, accelerated breathing as she rocked her hips hard down against his immensity, more of his giant shaft tearing up into her with a loud, wet squelch.

Killer arched his back with a grunt of delight at the sheer, boiling-hot tightness around his colossal tower of flesh, her insides flexing and squeezing into him, hopelessly trying to force the invader back out but only adding to his ecstasy instead as Vesta's feet slipped, the demigoddess clawing into the armrests of the throne as she squatted and gyrated her hips, forcing herself further down the enormous length of the male's shaft. Killer grunted in approval as Vesta rocked her hips down once more, even as something loudly tore within her and blood burst down the immense member, the demigoddess shivering in delight and throwing her head back with a loud cry, one foot lifting off the throne and the other slipping as she used her body weight, her strength and gravity to impale herself even deeper, the giant male gently seizing her hips, but only steadying her... until she hoarsely begged: "Please... please... deeper. Help me... my Master... you are far too much for this lowly bitch to take on her own..."

The crowd stared breathlessly, shivering at her words, amazed by the complete, eager submission of the mighty, wise, courageous Vesta, as Killer grinned and gripped firmly into her sides, his claws biting into her flesh before he pulled her down and thrust up with his hips, teasingly, almost experimentally, yet sending thick volleys of her orgasm nectar bursting out of her to rain down on the faces of the goddesses, Seraphims and angels and benevolents worshiping Killer's powerful body.

Vesta's eyes snapped open, bulging and glowing sapphire as she arched her back and stared at the sky, roaring her pleasure and pain, shrieking his name while rocking her hips hard, her sex clenching rhythmically, squeezing almost viciously onto his steel-hard shaft, her juices flowing down in a burning waterfall rushing along the sides of the enormous girth buried in her.

Killer growled in delight himself, drinking of the ecstasy radiating off her, her body burning with pleasure and lust and only adding to his own hunger as he squeezed harder into her hips, his claws piercing into her flesh as he grunted at the feel of her bucking against him, her insides clenching hard around him as she moaned and shuddered hard.

Vesta screamed again, even louder, when Killer roared and viciously yanked her down, his massive biceps bulging with godlike size and power, his chest flexing as she was dragged down, her own blood and juices lubricating the immense shaft, her body bulging obscenely and her bones loudly creaking and cracking as the divine cock stretched her out to insane levels, her hips rocking madly as she convulsed and hugged herself with a howl of delight and agony. Alexis, Ira, Gaia, Manticora and Diana all stroked the gargantuan shaft, with the smaller black-furred tigress licking over its thick, enormous base while the much larger, powerful females leaned in to grind their breasts into the gigantic shaft, nuzzling against it in awe and adoration, kissing at his hard flesh and lapping up towards Vesta's annihilated hole, teasing her bloody vagina, soothingly licking and kissing at it, loudly slurping on her nectar and on the male's potent, thick precum. Many others massaged along his legs and down his strong arms, wondering at the size and power of his muscles as they nuzzled into them, kissed them, whispered words of praise as others lapped at his abs, stroked over his potent chest, licked at his sole, adored his toes, and teasing his immense, impossible testicles and the mastodontic base of his shaft. Everywhere, fingers worked, hands caressed and massaged, tongues dragged lovingly over his powerful form, muzzles grinding against him while the god tore Vesta down, more, more and more, until he bottomed out in her body in a way that told him that he would rip her body apart if he pushed further, the demigoddess crying out in bliss, in victory, in agony, impaled on his colossal member, her body spasming and shuddering hard yet her hips still valiantly, eagerly bucking against him, her stretched-out, ruined passage clenching so hard around his cock to make him grunt and lick his muzzle as it squeezed so hard to almost be painful, the pressure growing as she began to rhythmically flex, her juices once more exploding down in a torrent which washed over his girthy black cock and squirting out in high pressure jets from where her torn, bloody labia clung impossibly tightly to his hard flesh.

Vesta's face was crimson with embarrassment at the endless succession of orgasms he was drilling out of her, but somehow even the shame added to her ecstasy, as the idea of him arrogantly using her to make a point, deliberately showing off his power, his prowess, his superiority, only excited her even more. And Killer laughed, sending shivers of delirious, fearful ecstasy down her spine as she realized that he could feel her feelings, read his thought, and dominate her body utterly and completely... and she moaned hotly, grinning between her tears and the sweat covering her, loving that the best part was yet to come.

The male did not need encouragements, gritting his fangs in a lustful, snarling grin as he seized into her powerful thighs and began to thrust powerfully up into her, bouncing her on his immense shaft as Vesta did her best to ride the beast, bucking her hips hard and throwing her head backwards to give shameless voice to her delight, screaming in ecstasy and pain, her eyes rolled up in her head, long bangs of golden hair dancing in midair as her body flexed, her musculature bulging explosively, almost tearing out of her own skin as she worked to keep up with his mighty pistons, rocking her hips firmly and leaning backwards, planting her hands on his broad, potent chest, her hands gripping into his thick muscles as she screamed his name over and over.

Alexis and the others added to Killer's delight, grouping up between his legs and working eagerly, hungrily to lick at his enormous balls, to hug the immensely thick base of his cock, dragging their tongues slowly and deliciously up and down along the thrusting shaft, their faces covered in drops and splatters of female nectar and blood, their eyes gazing up at him seductively from behind the obsidian mass of his shaft, glowing with flames of lust and sending fire flooding his veins. He quickly built up the speed and power of his thrusts, blood splattering over his powerful abs as he rammed powerfully into Vesta's stretched, abused body, and her flexing sex clenched hard around the enormous, tower-sized cock pounding up into her bulging frame.

Vesta was powerful, and lustful, and insatiable. He knew it well... but it was delightful to feel her working back so valiantly against him even now that his body surpassed the 32 feet of height and his cock was truly, ungodly immense, the demigoddess bouncing up and down his length even as her body bulged with his brutal girth, her abs stretched outwards, blood and juices leaking out of her in torrents as his massive cock retreated, then slammed back in deep into her, thrusting into the ropes of her guts, through her destroyed womb, through a pelvis which had long cracked in half, her clutching walls squeezing hard on his shaft as it ground against every bit of her insides, as she shivered in delight, even the pain only adding to her pleasure as she forced her shuddering body to serve him, her hips rocking hard to meet his thrusts in a hot, loud, squelching welcome.

Killer breathed hard, grinning in bliss, his body flexing with delight, bulging with godlike power as he pistoned viciously upwards into her, moving his hands up her sides to gently seize her large, bouncing breasts instead, squeezing them calmly, rolling them slowly, pushing them together as he leaned forwards and kissed her neck, nibbling teasingly at it.

It wasn't lovemaking... yet, even though it looked like a brutal, monstrous rape, it wasn't just sex. It was something more. There was love, there was predatory, primal hunger: none of the two had expected any less, nor desired it to be different at all. She clung to him tightly, she squeezed into his chest with need and love, she dropped her head back to look up into his eyes, panting lustfully over his face, her love and emotion all focused on him, her dedication radiating from her as she voiced her pleasure and submission with powerful fervor, her screams music to his ears. That was love... it was their own kind of love. Stronger, harder, rougher and deeper than anyone else's.

"Seems that you are liking this..." Vesta whispered, and Killer grinned, nodding slightly as he nibbled teasingly at the side of her neck, while beginning to thrust both faster and harder into her, growling as her incredibly tight passage clenched harder, her tough, powerful body flexing and challenging him to defeat her and her immense resistance. It was a challenger he was all too happy to take, flexing in delight as he pounded his enormous, girthy cock hard up into her, stretching her savagely open as blood streaked down his shaft and dripped off his gargantuan testicles.

"Lovely." Killer teasingly confirmed, and Vesta struggled to respond as he savagely rammed up into her, making her body shudder violently, every breath breaking down in a moan, every cry rising into a scream of ecstasy as his immense shaft dragged back several feet before slamming back into her, the obsidian cock stained crimson and covered in pieces of gore and crushed guts as he invaded her whole body.

"I thought about a schoolgirl outfit... but that is better left for a more intimate moment..." Vesta groaned when the huge male buried his cock deep into her and gyrated his hips, slowly and teasingly, causing her back to arch as violent shivers shook her.

"True..." Killer agreed, before kissing her lips lightly, his massive tongue teasingly darting into her mouth. "And how are you liking your special day...?"

"Awesome..." Vesta breathed, closing her eyes with a loud cry of bliss as once more her juices rushed down his massive cock... before she opened them to look up at him invertedly, grinning teasingly even as she trembled. "But I thought you'd show off more... why are you holding back...? Go big, my master... let the heavens tremble before your power."

"Careful what you wish for, bitch..." Killer easily replied, as he hugged her tightly against his massive chest, thrusting into her with savage force as the crowd stared in awe at the immense girth of the cock pistoning up into the bloody, devastated vagina of Vesta as she held her strong legs spread wide, letting them see every awe-inspiring, pussy-wrecking thrust as she tried to match him movement by movement, drool leaking from her lolling tongue as she gaped in blissful exhaustion, dropping her head forward and looking down at the spectacle of his immense member pistoning hard in and out of her, her muscular abdomen bulging grotesquely with his tremendous girth as his flesh ground wonderfully against the clenching walls of her incandescent, slick, ruined passage. "Big is better left for later... you are not ready."

Vesta shrieked in delirious pleasure and searing agony as the behemoth male suddenly straightened, the angels under his feet quickly moving out of the way as he moved his feet in a way that told them what was about to happen, and the immense god stood up from the throne, towering at easily more than 34 feet of height, his massive form covered in spectacular, enormous muscles that bulged explosively as he leisurely flexed, rolling his shoulders slowly as his immense cock alone easily sustained Vesta's weight, the female's whole body brutally rocked and bounced by each thrust of his hips. His colossal balls swung heavily between his legs as he spread them to thrust even harder up into Vesta, his thick precum exploding out of her devastated sex, stained crimson with her blood and mixed with her nectar as it rained down in heavy, large splatters, flooding the terrace and covering everyone around him in thick, dense ropes and drops and splashes of his mighty essence. It was impossible not to stare at the godlike shaft as it tore its way in and out of a Vesta that, despite the strong musculature of her body, looked small and weak and doomed, his enormous hands gripping tightly into her thighs and forcefully guiding her up and down the gigantic length, even as a long rope of maimed intestine hung out of her, wrapped around the titanic girth, her bones loudly creaking as she spat a thick gout of blood, his savage thrusts ramming into her guts and crushing her insides against her ribcage.

The gigantic male grinned savagely down at Vesta, licking the tears off her cheeks as his eyes glowed with lust and power, energy crackling loudly around him and the marble cracking under his feet as blood burst out of her in a waterfall, from her sex, more of the crimson fluid leaking out of her nostrils as her stretched and damaged organs were pummeled by his potent pistons. She no longer could match his movements, but she valiantly bucked against him all the same, moving erratically but eagerly, rocking her hips hungrily down to meet his thrusts as her back arched, eyes rolling up in her head as she shrieked her delight, harder-than-steel shaft ripping into her again and again and again, visibly bloating and stretching out her body as more blood dripped to the ground as her passage clenched with savage delight around his monstrous member.

"K-Killer... s-so... so strong..." Vesta groaned breathlessly, loudly enough that everyone heard, before they all shivered in a mix of delight and fear as he calmly, teasingly replied: "Don't be silly... you've not even begun to feel my strength..."

"I know..." Vesta breathlessly admitted, before she gritted her fangs and tried to move faster, harder against him as she added: "But I want to feel it... I want it... I want it... I need it..:"

Killer grinned widely at her prayer, throwing his head back with a growl of delight before teasingly pushing his muzzle to the side of hers, saying clearly: "Careful what you wish for, my sweet..."

His eyes roved over the crowd staring at them, his eyes glowing with lust and might as he looked hungrily down at his servants, loving the way they envied him, loving their amazement in front of his strength, adoring the way they stared at him so hungrily, so eagerly, as they worshipped him, as the goddesses they had venerated for all their life now bowed before him, serving him like slaves, as he savagely took Vesta, turning their revered queen into his whore, his toy, his slave, his immense cock ramming up into her with devastating force and unmatched size... And even as he thrust harder and faster, he still gyrated his hips, he still took his time to tease her, to grind into her in the special ways, to masterfully play with her body, making her nectar flow, making her scream, making her beg as the crowd stared in awe and worshipped him.

He used and abused of her for a long, mind-shattering time, thin pearls of sweat running down the mighty profile of his enormous musculature as he grinned savagely, growling like a beast as he rammed in and out of her with brutal force, grinding his immensity against her ripped, torn, devastated passage, blood bursting out of her in thick splatters as her ribs loudly cracked, pushed outwards visibly by the enormous girth of his shaft as he pummeled up into her, his godlike cock tearing its way into places that a penis should have never reached, the dark god laughing as he felt each beat of her heart against the hard flesh of his member, the demigoddess screaming his name over and over as he fucked her with inexhaustible power, his rhythm growing more and more vicious, his thrusts so strong that he had to drag down on her thighs to keep her from bouncing off his cock. He fucked her with savage force, her body shattering under his assault... and he was splattered constantly with her hot, precious juices, Vesta howling in orgasmic delight as her eyes glowed with lust, with hunger, with adoration, even the agony only adding to the delirious pleasure cursing through her veins, as she rocked her hips crudely, out of time with his powerful pistons. She moved with muscles which were sore and spasming uncontrollably, her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolling out, shivers of bliss running down her spine as she shuddered hard, wrecked by orgasms which came one after the other.

The enormous male grinned widely as he looked down at the crowd from above Vesta's head, his powerful legs spread wide and his immense balls swinging heavily with each shove: he made an example of her, drilling climax after climax after climax out of her destroyed hole. He rammed into her six times, rapidly, powerfully, before slowing down and just gyrating his hips to grind his shaft into her, against her insides, while she experienced another orgasm. The crowd could listen to the wet, loud squelching sounds coming from within Vesta and from her soaked groin as it was stretched brutally by the godly cock sawing in and out, count the wet slaps, and the sixth was constantly rewarded with a thick squirt of her nectar as she groaned in exhausted, delicious bliss. He did it time and time again, grinning widely down at Alexis and Ira as the two goddesses went down to their knees between his legs, hugging each other, pressing their huge breasts together as they gazed hungrily up at him, mouths open, long tongues stretched hungrily out as they languidly kissed, sharing Vesta's blood and juices and the male's thick, potent precum, waiting for the next orgasm of the demigoddess to bathe in the volley of pearly juices, to drink of it, to taste him into her nectar, to gorge on the blood raining down from above.

Killer arched his back with a snarl of feral, vicious delight, muscles flexing powerfully, as he put more strength into each thrust, not holding back as he let his own ecstasy grow and rise, pure pleasure pumping in his veins, her stretched, devastated, torn vagina still clenched around his tremendous girth, and the tightness around his massive member was vicious, as her immensely tough body flexed and tried to still work against him. Blood and juices and pulped gore added lubrication and heat and a cacophony of wet, messy, squelching sounds to each piston, and despite that wetness It was almost painful to thrust into that tight, almost solid inferno that clenched and flexed to push him out, but it only added to his delight, each thrust a triumph of the goliath invader against her defences. And he could feel his immense cock stiffening up even further as his immense balls pulsed powerfully, his titanic shaft swelling even larger and causing Vesta to let out a tortured groan of awe.

Killer roughly gripped into her long golden hair, and forcefully dragged her head backwards, leaning over her as her eyes bulged and stared at him with love, with anticipation, with need, before she moaned loudly as he opened his jaws and his tongue pushed out, morphed into a thick, black-fleshed tentacle-cock. Vesta gargled and choked loudly as the massive tentacle immediately plunged into her mouth, forcing her jaws open painfully wide as it thrust down into her throat, slamming forcefully deep and causing her eyes to bulge as drool and slobber burst from her nostrils, her neck bulging as the enormous, dexterous appendage invaded her. Killer wrapped his lips over hers, working slowly, almost gently against her, kissing her tenderly... but inside, his thick tentacle forced its way into her stomach, rubbing against his cock with only a thin layer of her insides and organs between one and another. She screamed around the thick appendage violating her, the thick tentacle twisting and gyrating to force her jaws and throat to stretch even wider to make room for its powerful movements as it pistoned back and forth, thrusting down to rub into Killer's cock.

Killer growled as he felt his cock stiffening further, the gigantic member throbbing powerfully as his pleasure grew towards his climax, and his brutal thrusts picked up another gear, his pistons in and out of Vesta's bleeding body becoming even faster, blood spraying out with each ram, before she let out a gargling scream as a thick gout of blood exploded out of her pussy and simultaneously squirted out around the thick tentacle in her mouth, and even came out of her nostrils as her stomach burst and his tentacle plunged deeper down her insides.

Killer's eyes glowed and he snarled like a beast as a jolt of extreme, dark delight ran down his spine, while his tongue-tentacle met his gigantic cock, and began to wrap tightly around it, circling around its tremendous girth like a deadly serpent, a python which suddenly stretched her already devastated pussy to a scary hole as it tore its way out of her, continuing to slither down the male's gigantic shaft, wrapping around its base.

"Oh, fuck, yeah...!" Alexis growled, licking her muzzle and looking up at him with dark delight and with sheer awe as she leaned up to drag her tongue around the cockhead-shaped tip of the tongue-tentacle, before she took it in her hands, stroking it slowly and reverently as it continued to grow longer, sliding down the male's enormous testicles and wrapping around his enormous orbs, where it received Ira's kiss, then Alcana's worship, then Adrasthea's loving licks, before Diana took its head in her mouth, suckling eagerly for a moment before pulling back to let Manticora do the same, while Gaia and seraphims and angels planted worshipful kisses down its exposed, powerful body.

The black appendage took their worship with calm arrogance, rubbing into their faces and covering them in a mix of his saliva and his thick, potent precum.... Before it curved back to rub teasingly over Vesta's tight ass, the massive head pushing lightly at her sealed rosebud as her whole body trembled visibly, her eyes bulging as she let out a groan that became a gargle around the thick tentacle.

"Holy shit...!" Ira exclaimed, grinning in hungry, predatory delight when the tentacle rammed forth, bulldozing its way into the tiny hole, stretching it out with savage force, blood spurting from the annihilated hole as the enormous appendage thrust deep, until Killer growled in ecstasy as his tentacle met its own coils and his giant cock inside her.

Vesta stared at him with eyes which were losing their glow, but not their hunger and eagerness, even as she was fucked brutally, turned into a condom made of meat, completely and insanely filled up with his virile flesh, her insides pummeled into pulp as the tentacle twisted and gyrated and pistoned with savage eagerness, his cock slamming in and out again and again and again, harder than diamond and unstoppable, her ribs pushed painfully out and nearly ripping out of her flesh as her heart, somewhat still mostly intact, beat weakly against his shaft.

"You are mine..." Killer growled, and Vesta's eyes flashed in agreement, the demigoddess even trying to not, even as her head bounced uncontrollably because of the immense tentacle ramming down her throat. But her hands gripped firmly into his muscular chest, and her pussy clenched hard over his shaft and tentacle, her nectar bursting out of her once more as her whole body flexed and ground down on his members as she groaned in ecstasy and agony. That was the only real, adequate answer.

Killer roared in triumph and domination as her hundredth release mixed with his own immense orgasm, his cock and tentacle throbbing powerfully and his gigantic balls seeming to recoil as gallons upon gallons upon gallons of thick, potent cum were pumped up, Vesta laughing in delirious bliss as she could clearly feel the incandescent heat and the sheer immensity of his incoming blast...and reality trembled around him, almost tearing as he arched his back and flexed powerfully, huge muscles bulging explosively and his tall, proud golden horns pushing out of his skull as energy crackled around him.

The first immense load erupted into Vesta with tremendous force, her belly bulging out as an ungodly amount of semen flooded her, much of it exploding back out of her pussy as the giant male continued to pound her with savage thrusts, blasts of his thick cum exploding out of the devastated pussy with cannonfire force, splattering loudly over the worshipful females huddled between his legs, as they squeezed together and offered their cleavages and faces and open mouths and outstretched tongues to the flood. And a flood it was, as their god rewarded them generously, the sheer immensity of his orgasm driving them to their own releases as they stared at his throbbing, thrusting cock, able to see each blast traveling up his bulging cum channel, each volley lasting for whole minutes and the rain of cum drenching them from head to toe while Vesta's body swelled and bulged, filling up with his bounty. More of his cum burst out of her mouth, and thick ropes exploded out of her nostrils as her eyes rolled up in her head, her screams choked down and reduced to mere bubbles forming in the thick cum.

It was a mind-shattering experience for Alexis, Ira and the others who had already seen and experienced Killer so many times... there was no telling how astonishing it had to be for the seraphims, angels and benevolents who didn't know him as well and now had weak knees in front of his massive, monstrous shaft as it rammed up into Vesta again and again, her ribs stretching and cracking as his mastodontic cock ground against them from inside, as his second load bulged and inflated her further, swelling her painfully as her battered organs were pushed painfully against her own flesh and bones, her tears and her howls of delight, need and pain were all hidden by his cum, by sperms which were literally bigger than most men' dicks.

Again and again he flooded her, pumping her viciously with his immense member as his giant testicles rammed savagely into faces and worshipful tongues, his body burning with pleasure as he roared again, rattling reality as his body flexed and bulged with power as he pummeled her with his savage strength, ravaging her body, bringing her, a demigoddess, to the brink of death as he snarled hungrily and pistoned ruthlessly into her, filling her up with blast after blast.

He fucked her without mercy, grinning at the sound of her ribs loudly cracking with the force they were pushed outwards with, the male seizing her by the skull and snarling in pleasure down at her, loving how her eyes continued to look up at him with adoration, with awe, with gratitude.

When she was about to burst apart, he roughly pulled back, his tentacle ripping out of her mouth and quickly morphing back to his forked black tongue, while his immense shaft tore free of her with a loud pop followed by an ungodly deluge of his semen, as the demigoddess collapsed down onto Alexis, Ira and the others, who caught her in their arms and hugged her to their chests even as they all, Vesta included, immediately turned their faces up towards their master, tongues stretched out eagerly as he spread his mighty legs and pumped the rest of his immense load out of his member.

"Be baptized by your new god!" Killer growled, and his gigantic blasts arched high into the air, splattering down over the females huddled all around him, and further away, firing down all the way into the courtyard, his sperm splashing heavily over the crowd as he aimed his shaft down at them.

It looked and felt like he would flood the world with his virile essence, drowning them all in it, but eventually he slowed down, until he growled and arched his back, flexing lazily, muscles bulging with power and his immense shaft still fully hard, throbbing and ready for more, the energy crackling around him even greater than before, his tone content but still full of hunger as his eyes glowed with the glee of a predator fully aware of his strength and of the helplessness of the prey huddled before him. And indeed, he was now easily twice his normal height, his muscles even thicker and harder, his body radiating crushing physical power, his sheer presence warping and cracking the reality around him as the stone under his feet cracked and caved like wet sand, each step leaving a deep footprint, each deadly talon tearing trenches in the stone without the god even noticing. "You got me in the right mood, with your nice little party..." Killer softly said, and his voice carried otherworldly authority and strength, sending them all down to their knees as the males spilled their loads - how pitiful they looked, in front of the ocean of godly sperm covering everyone and everything! - and the females moaned as hot nectar rushed down their thighs.

They could only stare in awe as the male's balls visibly swelled far larger, his massive sac dropping lowed, hanging heavily down as his crotch seemed to ripple, before a second immense cock, just as godlike as the first, pushed out and dropped heavily between his legs, almost touching the ground with how monstrously massive it was... and they could only watch on in awe as it quickly, arrogantly grew to full, glorious erection, just beneath its sibling, the two shafts towering above them like towers of black flesh, easily 240 inches in length and just as monstrous in thickness, both leaking thick ropes of precum filled with excess sperms. It was a sight which would shame any god of fertility of the past.

"This party could never be truly worth of you, my invincible master... but please, accept our humble offers. We do our best... but you are just too much to be ever properly worshiped and praised." Vesta said, looking up at him with a smile of adoration, even as cum coming up from her flooded insides filled her throat and mouth with each word she pronounced.

"I think so..." Killer agreeably replied, grinning widely as he licked his lips and looked over them all, feeling powerful, feeling truly godlike, barely able to hold back from going all out. It delighted him, having so much power and size and sheer physical strength... and at the same time being aware that it was but a small fraction of his real possibilities.

He crossed his mighty arms on his chest, his enormous biceps bulging with power as he licked his muzzle slowly, looking down at the demigoddess that he had broken, her body shattered and bloody and crammed obscenely full with his seed, only her eyes still full of life and glowing with need and adoration. It was such a lovely sight... and it was just the beginning of the fuck-fest, as he grinned widely and allowed four thick, enormous tentacle-cocks to emerge from his back, arching high into the air and seeming to look down at the vast offering of eager, wet, naked females as the crowd gasped and stared... before the immense tentacles plunged viciously down from the sky and wrapped their heavy, thick coils around Vesta's legs and arms. The queen of Seraphims groaned in blissful abandon at that, watching as the gigantic members wrapped like pythons around her body, one of them thrusting arrogantly between her breasts before wrapping around her neck, crushing her throat and then rubbing roughly into her cheek as it grew longer and longer, looping back around her arm and pushing on the palm of her hand. She eagerly wrapped her fingers around the incredibly thick tentacles, just beneath the fat, colossal heads, and she stroked and pumped the two beasts, stretching out her tongue to lick and lap and slurp over the other two as they pushed down into her face, grinding over her features, smearing them with thick pre.

The Seraphims went down to their knees as the tentacles effortlessly lifted Vesta into the air, spreading her legs to present her annihilated holes to the huge male, who grinned at the sight of gallons and gallons of his sperm still gushing out of the gaping chasms that were her destroyed holes, the male laughing as he used his tentacles to squeeze her swollen, inflated form, causing veritable eruptions of cum from her holes and mouth and nostrils as she choked loudly, coughing hard and retching up seed that was too thick to chew.

"You are not of much use in this state, Vesta..." Killer teased, leaning down over her with a grin, his enormous form casting her in darkness that she welcomed with a lustful shiver. "I need a stronger and longer-lasting toy..." He pushed a huge hand up over her gaping pussy, and stroked it up her abs, spreading cum all over her abdomen before tracing his fingers back down to her obliterated vagina. Killer pushed his hand into the flooded cavity of her insides, grinning as his massive fist slipped in easily, and in a moment he buried his whole forearm up into her, effectively sinking his arm down into a sea of his own cum, as torrents of it streaked down his arm and dripped on the females below. Vesta's womb was gone, her passage literally destroyed... and her insides were also gone, crushed into pulp. One organ had been spared the complete destruction, though: her heart continued to beat, and his thick, powerful fingers wrapped around it with a gentle softness that actually felt the most forceful of all actions, as Vesta shuddered hard and her mouth opened and closed without words coming from it, her eyes glowing sapphire as she only jerked harder and faster on the two enormous tentacles in her hold, groaning in bliss and agony at once as he suddenly squeezed her organ firmly.

He took a moment to feel the beats growing faster, hurried and erratic, before he growled hungrily as he tore his arm back out of her, ripping her heart off with an effortless pull. The organ was completely covered by thick, potent cum when Killer pulled it out and raised it high above his head, so that everyone could see... before he lowered it in front of Vesta's eyes as they slowly lost their gleam, but not their hunger.

"Lick." He softly ordered, and the Seraphim immediately stretched her tongue out, lapping up thick mouthful of cum off her own heart, the organ somehow continuing to faintly beat, her life not abandoning her yet, as she dragged her tongue across the messy, thick coating of dense semen, swallowing thickly at the end of each lick, cleaning up what would soon become his treat.

It was dark. It was extreme. It was cruel. It was merciless conquest, and a sick kind of love. It was glorious in a dark, evil way. Seraphims and angels and benevolents stared at it in astonishment, unsure of what to think. There was horror, and the awareness that it was wrong... and yet, it felt so right. Through the agony, Vesta was happier than she had ever been. She did not want anything less. And the angels around them couldn't do anything. Nor did they want to. They couldn't deny the ecstasy, the delirious, mind-shattering delight. The shock and the awe. Killer's power and virility had already won: they were crushed into submission, corrupted and shell-shocked. It made tears roll down their cheeks, but other juices flowed with greater force down their thighs.

Not a single one of them wanted Killer to stop.

Not a single one of them could have ever stopped him anyway.

Every last one of them dreamed of the exact same treatment that Vesta was getting. Male, female, it did not matter. Killer would rule over them all, and they would cheer him on for it.

The titan was aware of every tear, of every orgasm, of every corrupted heart, of every dominated mind, and each added to his power, to his hunger for more and for worse, his body flexing and his musculature bulging with fearsome might as he struggled to restrain himself, the stone crumbling into dust under his feet as the sky over the fortress turned crimson, his energy discharging in immense thunderbolts. He laughed hungrily as Vesta swallowed the last thick mouthful of cum, and his long, dark tongue wrapped around the heart, almost crushing it as it eagerly brought the organ into his jaws.

Blood streaked down his chin as he crushed the beating, warm heart between his deadly fangs, beginning to chew on the raw meat with slow, dark gusto, savoring her blood in his mouth and still tasting his own potent virility as he loudly crushed pieces of her life organ between his teeth, leaning down over Vesta and grinning down in her eyes as her own blood dripped onto her features.

"Yours forever... as Disciple, as lover, as friend, as slave, as toy. Whatever you'll want me to be." Vesta whispered, and Killer kissed her lips lightly before pulling back for a moment, whispering: "Be my angel of death, Goddess Vesta, Bringer of Wisdom, Force of Destruction."

He kissed her hungrily, almost viciously, half licking and half biting her much smaller muzzle as he wrapped his lips over hers, holding up one hand as a new heart formed in his palm, his black and golden energies, his darkness and his light, mixed together to form an organ made of solid black metal, reinforced by golden claws clamping down on it.

Vesta barely spared a gaze for her new heart, her attention otherwise focused entirely on Killer as she pushed her tongue against his, answering his lustful kiss... before she groaned in his mouth as he buried his arm once more inside her, putting her new heart in place.

She shuddered violently as it joined her body, and their kiss broke as Killer pulled slowly back, grinning as her eyes glowed brilliantly and her musculature flexed with vigor, her sex clamping on his arm while he slid it out, as she had a new, powerful climax, her six angel-wings spreading in all their glory. She roared in ecstasy, a snarling laughter coming from her lips as she basked in the immense injection of power that flooded her veins, that made her musculature swell larger and stronger, her height increasing, her insides rebuilding themselves, although her organs took new shapes, simplified, tougher, as they fitted into a solid barrier of bone, while her sex became far deeper and roomier, more suited to welcoming her master.

"Such power...!" Vesta cackled, her muscular form flexing and bulging as energy crackled around him, before she hissed as two tall, proud, curved bull horn made of solid, incandescent light pushed out of her skull, right before her tongue became thicker, longer, then forked, a perfect tool for pleasuring her master. The end of her tail split into two, and thick plates of black steel, of solidified darkness, covered the two sharp ramifications, forming two long, segmented spikes which could crush, cut and pierce just about anything.

Her wings were next, burning and falling apart, the luminescent feathers consumed out of existence as all three pairs of wings fell off her back... before she growled lustfully as six new roots formed, as muscular, black-fleshed, powerful wings pushed out of her shoulder blades, with long, golden spikes protecting the joints and with scythe-like feathers made of solid darkness pushing out of the hard muscle.

Her angel wings were gone, but her new ones were larger, mightier, muscular and lethal. They still seemed to glow, but now with an unnatural black light that looked at once impossible, deadly and beautiful. They no longer brought light, but they didn't cast pure darkness either: they brought something new, something unseen. They brought Killer's own special brew of evil and good, of salvation and destruction.

And then, finally, Vesta grinned widely as energy wrapped tightly around her neck, burning into her flesh as it solidified into a thick, heavy collar. It was made of dark metal, but it glowed faintly with crimson light inside the finely chiseled decorations that depicted feral lions on the hunt, intent on tearing their prey apart. A roaring lion head formed on the front, with a large, sturdy ring hanging from its lower jaw... and a moment later, other rings jutted out all around the collar, giving Killer plenty of choice for where to put the leash and the chains.

When the transformation finished, the tentacle-cocks holding her slowly put her down on her feet, and the crowd could so stare at the new goddess in all her glory. Vesta was more than thirty feet tall, and energy crackled around her beautiful, powerful body, her golden hair floating around her head as her eyes glowed with power and lust, her horns adding to her height and her glory, her vast wings folding slowly up behind her as she flexed her arms slowly, grinning at the sight of her massive biceps and at the feeling of her sheer, brutal strength, so immense that it changed her whole perception of things. Suddenly, everything felt not just possible, but easy. Her abs flexed vigorously, and her abused holes no longer looked like black holes, although they still gaped a fair bit, leaking thick ropes of Killer's cum. Her blossoming black labia looked more delightful than ever, and her pussy and ass were closing up quite rapidly, as she flexed and let her muscles work.

Vesta kissed Killer's chest with adoration, stroking one hand down his gigantic obsidian member, and she grinned as she teasingly whispered: "Take them all, my master..."

The huge male smirked back at her, as more tentacles pushed out of his back, arching high into the air... and Alexis walked to his side, the goddess grinning as she stood nearly as tall as him, her own body radiating immense physical power as she smirked and gave him a wink, her own horns glowing in the darkness and adding to her glorious figure. "This is great, lover... the kind of pleasure you too often deny yourself. You should get this, and so much more, every day." The goddess said, before grinning as Vesta went down to her knees before her, seizing into her powerful thighs and pushing her muzzle against the black labia of her sex, kissing her wet flesh with adoration. Vesta suckled lightly on Alexis's clit, before dragging her long tongue down the goddess's labia, smearing her face with the ligeress' juices and looking up at her with eyes which glowed with energy, with lust, with love. "My beautiful goddess... my invincible mistress... I'm yours to serve as you will wish." Vesta eagerly promised, and Killer growled hungrily, looking down at the novel goddess as she pushed her new tongue up against Alexis's lips, taking long, delightful laps at her tight passage, drinking of her incandescent nectar, as the larger goddess easily seized her skull in one hand, pushing her face further into her soft flesh.

At the same time, Manticora and Ira kneeled between Vesta's legs, breathing hotly over her bruised, battered, gaping vagina as they pushed their faces against her sex, smearing their features with Killer's cum and with her juices, their tongues working delightfully over her labia and against one another, as the zebra and the cobra half-kissed, half made out with Vesta's cum-leaking sex, sharing thick ropes of Killer's semen as they huddled together on the floor. Vesta groaned in bliss as she felt the two tongues pushing up inside her, Ira's serpentine, demonic tongue invading her new depths, teasing her insides with tremendous dexterity and flexibility, the thick tongue whip-lashing back and forth as it gyrated and twisted within her, eliciting veritable deluges of thick cum that burst out of her sex and down onto the two females.

Killer grinned as the cobra and the zebra eagerly bathed in the cascade of semen, their hands languidly stroking over each other's body, smearing cum all over their forms, rubbing it into their scales and fur and skin, into their faces, each sucking the other's fingers clean before they pushed handfuls of thick, potent cum into their sexes. Killer grunted hotly at the sight of fingers that were completely coated in thick, mighty cum, with gigantic sperms easily visible, each one measuring well over 10 inches, push down into tight, hungry vaginas which sealed their lips over the rich offer and swallowed it hungrily.

And as the two continued to ply and tease Vesta's pussy, the other Seraphims walked up to their queen, one by one, kissing her vagina in sign of adoration and renewed submission. The tigress panted hungrily and arched her back, flexing with a groan of delight as all those lips and tongues and faces worshipfully pressed into her sex while she worked on Alexis's.

Gaia pushed shoulder to shoulder with Vesta, kissing her cheek warmly as she stroked a hand over the tigress's new collar, grinning as the figures etched in it glowed with crimson energy, seeming to move, to tear their tender prey apart as the thick metal sizzled with energy and heat.

"Finally, you have your own, Vesta... took you long enough." The snow leopardess teased, grinning widely as she tilted her head a bit, to better show off her own... and Vesta snorted amusedly even as her tongue continued to gyrate and thrust up into Alexis's sex. "Fuck you, bitch." Vesta serenely said, and Gaia laughed warmly as she gently but firmed pushed in, conquering her space and lovingly grasping into Alexis's muscular, powerful thigh as she leaned up and slowly lapped over the goddess's black labia.

"My mistress and goddess... my queen. I'm yours to command." Gaia breathed, looking up at Alexis with submission and worship, mouthing her labia lovingly, her tongue working to please her

"Good bitches..." Alexis softly said, grinning as she seized firmly into their horns, easily controlling both females, forcefully guiding their heads as they worshipfully slurped over her sex, before the ligeress growled hungrily as she morphed her own body, teabagging the two slave-goddesses with her enormous testicles as she turned into a herm, her godly balls ramming brutally down into their features as she rubbed her virility literally into their faces, laughing darkly as her titanic shaft pushed out of her groin, the flaccid member slapping heavily down on Vesta and Gaia's heads and drooping majestically down their backs.

Vesta and Gaia gasped in awe as they pulled slowly back and their eyes crossed at the dozens and dozens and dozens of inches of thick, veiny shaft, each goddess valiantly assaulting one side of the mastodon, their demonic tongues wrapping several times around the goliath member and immediately grinding down into the large veins and the hard meat, jerking it teasingly.

Alexis's gargantuan cock grew up rapidly and majestically, its arrogance well justified by its god-shaming proportions as it bulged and swelled thicker and heavier, growing to 200 inches and still more, as the goddess dragged on the horns of the two slaves to guided their faces down the sides of the immense tower of dark flesh, snarling in delight as she drenched both females in her thick, ultra-potent precum, her grip making their horns creak loudly.

"You are going to have to work hard, you little bitches... I'm in a hungry mood." Alexis teased, seizing the base of her enormous cock and slamming it down on Vesta and Gaia's faces, both goddesses moaning eagerly as the heavy slaps bruised their cheeks and knocked their heads to the opposite sides, both females always keeping their eyes fixed on their mistress, their tongues extended in welcome of the thick, enormous splatters of precum that blasted out of Alexis's vast cumslit.

Alexis teasingly pushed her massive cock against the mouth of Vesta, then of Gaia, both goddesses eagerly pushing their tongues into the huge cumslit, pushing deep and slurping hungrily on the insides of her cock... before Alexis roughly pushed Vesta back and seized Gaia by both horns, the leopardess immediately opening her jaws as wide as she could and cradling the gigantic cock with her long tongue as it roughly smashed its way in, forcing deep down her throat and making her choke loudly as Alexis jerked on the horns, dragging her forwards.

"Ohhhh, come the fuck on...! You are doing it on purpose!" Vesta complained, pouting as Gaia once more was chosen ahead of her, the snow leopardess teasingly giving her the finger, one eye gazing at her with amusement even as the goddess gargled on the pistoning mega-cock, Alexis already fucking her face with savage force and speed. Alexis only grinned at her whining, letting go of one of Gaia's horns just to grab hers, forcing her to bow down and dragging her face against her enormous testicles, Vesta grunting in surprise as the massive sperm tanks rammed into her features with each mighty thrust of Alexis down Gaia's throat, as the dominant ligeress growled: "You'll better make those mega-balls shine, you whore."

Killer growled in pleasure as he looked at them, as he savored the spectacle of Alexis exercising her power as queen of the pack, as his second, as the most powerful of all goddesses... but he was the number one, and he showed it clearly as his enormous tentacles swarmed right over Alexis, the colossal dark pythons wrapping tightly around her muscular legs, another coiling around her waist and then pushing up over her mighty abs, thrusting between her huge breasts and then around her neck, choking her firmly as two more immense appendages slid down her arms, wrapping tightly around them before thrusting down against Gaia's cheeks, crushing them tighter down into Alexis's cock. The tentacles then wrapped around the leopardess's neck, throttling her roughly, viciously dragging her forwards so that Alexis's massive shaft buried even deeper down her throat ... and more tentacles wrapped around her own legs, their enormous heads rubbing teasingly into her tight pussy and ass, making her groan in delight and anticipation, before she grunted as another thick tentacle thrust between her huge, firm boobs and then curved to wrap around first one, then the other swell, crushing her soft flesh in a carnal, brutal embrace. Vesta was not spared, letting out a grunt of pure bliss as she nearly drowned in potent, musky cock-flesh, the tentacles wrapping all around her and forcing her face deep into Alexis's massive scrotum, her muzzle squeezed between two titanic, impossible testicles.

Ira was next, and yet more immense tentacles surged forth from the behemoth male's back, the darkness thickening further as his energies flooded and warped the world around them, reality cracking around him as he laughed and leisurely pumped his immense, godlike cocks, while entrapping everyone in a tangle of mighty, unstoppable tentacles: six, immense, thicker than trees, stretched out of his back and grew, and grew, and grew, sliding over the roofs of the castle, moving like pythons, cracking beams and tiles under their tremendous weight as they rapidly encircled the whole courtyard, as confused, awed seraphims and angels stared and pointed and shrieked in a mix of terror, of panic, of lust, of envy, of desire.

Their screams were music to his ears, and the sound only grew louder as the six goliath tentacles sprouted with countless smaller, but still gigantic tentacles pushing out along their entire length, plunging down into the courtyard and seeking prey, as the enormous male laughed and his body flexed with power, with delight, with carnal pleasure and with insatiable hunger.

Alexis roared in delight as the tentacles pushing against her labia and tender rosebud suddenly rammed forwards into her, stretching her savagely and ramming deep with one single, brutal thrust, as another tentacle forced its way into her mouth, forcing her jaws to stretch and creak as it slammed down her throat. The enormous tentacles were rough and merciless, blood spraying from her pussy and ass as the colossal girth tore its way inside, the appendages wrapping tighter around her limbs as she was lifted off the ground, her feet kicking a bit at the air as she groaned in delight, sucking on the gigantic tentacle filling her mouth, her tongue swirling against it as it gyrated with brutal force, while her lower body burned with pleasure, her mighty abs flexing as she bucked hard against the two tree-trunk sized tentacles thrusting savagely up her holes.

But Alexis was just the first: no one was spared, Killer licking his muzzle with a snarl of delight as he invaded hundreds of vagina and assholes and mouths at the same time, blood and juices squirting onto the thick tentacles, as hundreds of tight passages clenched and flexed around his hard members, hundreds of bodies squirming in the deadly grip of his tentacles, his toys all lifted dozens of feet into the air, crushed one into the other, squeezed viciously by the fearsome mass of gigantic, powerful tentacle-cocks thrusting and whip-lashing into the crowd.

Killer's roar rattled the world as he flexed with power, feeling truly unstoppable as he turned whole regiments of Seraphims into nothing but toys for his carnal pleasure, his tentacles thrusting with savage force as they split-roasted females and males alike, pounding holes with brutal, savage force, sending blood and juices raining down to the ground, his precum flooding the courtyard

Muffled, gargling screams and groans. Splattering of thick fluids. Bones cracking, flesh tearing, and an echoing, glorious succession of wet, loud, sick slaps, the sound of his tentacle-cocks ramming to the bottom of the girls' depths. They became the only sounds, the loud noise of his triumph, his body thrumming with power as he enjoyed the glory of it all, as he tilted his head to the side and grinned hungrily, looking towards Alexis and his other girls.

Alexis's muscles flexed and bulged with power as she bucked and rode his tentacles with hunger and lust, while squeezing hard on Gaia's long horns, dragging her head up and down her gigantic black shaft, fucking her face with potent, fast thrusts. Gaia was forced down the giant shaft also by the potent thrusts of the tentacles buried into her pussy and ass, her body suspended into the air and shoved into Alexis even harder. Vesta was similarly crushed face-first into Alexis's immense balls, her muzzle working eagerly against the colossal testicles and licking over her stretched out vagina, kissing and worshipping her labia and the monstrous tentacle shoving up inside. Ira was trapped by a swarm of immense tentacles, laying on her back and sustained by the moving, snake-like bodies of other black members, her crotch forced up into the air, her legs bent backwards and kept spread by tentacles that forked her ankles almost into her face. Female nectar and blood spurted out of her holes as gargantuan members pounded her with savage force, her belly bulging, her abs, normally spectacularly defined, were distended and stretched as the tentacles inside her twisted and gyrated, pushing against her insides as they thrust viciously back and forth, making her bones creak, a third one shoving down her throat. Manticora was crushed down into the floor, ass in the air, mouth a mess of slobber and bubbles as a thick tentacle rammed down all the way into her stomach, trying to meet its siblings as they powerfully violated her holes, pushing up from below.

And the little Diana, her body bulging with the size of the invaders dominating her, but her hands nonetheless working eagerly to jerk two more immense tentacles, their fat cockheads rubbing teasingly into her cheeks, her hair a mess of thick, potent precum... and Adrasthea, brutally fucked in all holes and simultaneously crushed face-first into his immense, impossible testicles...and Alcana, suspended upside down high in the air by two tentacles wrapped around her ankles, her legs forced wide open, two tentacles savaging her pussy and her ass, one ramming into her throat, bulldozing its way in over and over again...

"Who should I bless next...?" Killer teasingly asked, as the writhing mass of tentacles moved like an ocean of darkness, countless bodies drowning between the thick, meaty bodies of his appendages, as they shoved always new bodies into the sides of his twin, titanic cocks, grinding faces and breasts and soaked pussies against his members, then down the slope of his monstrous testicles.

"Not you, Manticora... I want to collar you and your dear sister together... and with your daddy watching." Killer teased, grinning widely as he used his tentacles to lift the zebra up until they were eye to eye. She nodded eagerly, even as the tentacle ramming down her throat caused her head to bounce erratically with the force of the thrusts. Killer licked her cheek hungrily, tasking her tears, her nectar and that of who knows how many other females in the crowd, her blood, and his own potent virility, loving the way her eyes glowed with hunger and anticipation as she, without a doubt, imagined what it would like to exact revenge on her awful father, Typhon... how glorious it would have been, to have him forced to stare in awe and horror as both her and her sister, Kimera, were taken utterly and completely by Killer.

She groaned in delight at the thought, her lips trying to crest in a smile even around the thick tentacle, as she thought of Typhon, of his shock in front of Killer's power, of Killer's immense cock, of Killer's infinite loads of titanic sperm... in front of his daughters getting enslaved, impregnated, used and finally conquered, turned into Disciples.

"Not you either, Alcana... I believe we should let Taranis assist, huh...?" The huge male playfully asked, his eyes glowing a burning sapphire as the goddess of love was lifted closer to his face, the female held upside-down and gazing invertedly at him, moaning in delight at the idea, her juices raining down from her annihilated sex to drip all over her chest and face. "You won't have to wait much longer." Killer added, matter-of-factly... and Alcana shuddered hard, her hips bucking as she shivered with the strength of her orgasm, letting out a cry of delight as a torrent of her juices streaked down her belly and over her breasts, dripping onto her face and down to the ground. He talked of making a slave out of the God of War as it was an easy job... and with him at his current size and power level, fucking them all so powerfully, Alcana had no difficulties in believing him. She couldn't imagine anyone who'd be able to stop the titan.

"It'll have to be you, Adrasthea." Killer finally announced, as his tentacles lifted the goddess up, the one buried in her mouth ripping out of her jaws and arching majestically up into the air as she coughed hard but did her best to swallow the huge load of precum filling her throat, even sucking in the thick, long ropes that stretched between her maws and the tentacle. "I'm not worthy, master... " The dragokkaren female finally purred, looking at him with adoration as her eyes glowed with flames of lust. "You are so generous, thinking of me for such a great gift... when my body and my mind fail me when I search words and actions adequate to properly worship you and your unmatched, godlike power. I adore you, and love you, beyond any word and explanation, and I'm yours to do what you want to."

"I know, bitch..." Killer replied, his lofty and arrogant tone only giving her an added shiver of bliss before she smiled widely and added: "I do have something to offer, though, beyond my body and my soul... the temple beneath your feet is dedicated to me. But it really should be yours... like the virgin priestesses it contains."

"Yes... they have lasted as virgins in my presence for an unacceptably long time." The gigantic male agreeably replied, before he grinned predatorily as his eyes glowed and he growled: "This little temple isn't much... but it'll be fun nonetheless to conquer it."

Adrasthea gasped as the scenery around them changed, reality trembling violently before taking definition again, and she swallowed as she realized that Killer had moved them all inside the temple, the gigantic male Laughing darkly as he flexed his powerful form against the energy crackling in the air. The temple was a true sanctuary of Adrasthea, imbued with her energies and supposedly impenetrable, but Killer had smashed his way in with a mere thought, even as the barrier tried to resist. He flexed against the raging thunderbolts, and his own power crackled loudly around him, before the barrier exploded into motes of energy that quickly vanished, absorbed into his strong body as the huge male settled one foot on top of a statue of Adrasthea and crushed it into gravel, the energies contained in it absorbed into his toes, as the real goddess shivered in admiration, in delight... a bit of rage, even, as he humiliated her and conquered the temple, rather than accepting it as a gift... but even the rage she felt only fed her pleasure and lust, as she whispered: "You are a fucking beast... and I adore that."

"I know, my little slut..." Killer easily replied, his height increasing even further as he absorbed the energies from the temple, reality rippling in time with his breath as the temple already began to change, becoming darker, as rusty chains ending in vicious hooks came down from the roof, the marbles turning into black stone, before the behemoth male rolled his massive shoulders and snorted contemptuously: "This place is tiny... I need more than this."

Immediately, there was a ripple through reality, and the already immense cathedral expanded at least tenfold, the far wall becoming lost in the darkness, as was the roof, now so far above, its gothic arches resting upon tower-sized columns which seemed to stretch miles into the sky. The giant male laughed at how easy everything felt as soon as he let some of his immense power vent out, feeling the goddess shivering in the grip of his tentacles as she gazed in awe at the warping of space and time. The virgin priestesses were warriors who had consecrated their whole life to following Adrasthea's teaching, to learning the art of strategy in all its variations, to training and developing their skills as fighters. They were supposed to fight to protect the temple, as Adrasthea hadn't announced her intention to gift the cathedral to Killer... but there could be no fight while Killer radiated such a crushing, godly aura. The twenty warrior maids dropped their long spears and fell down to their knees as soon as Killer grinned down at them, his eyes glowing and theirs becoming pits of lust, their mouths gaping and drool leaking down their chins.

They crawled forwards on all fours, each step they moved becoming a torture of pleasure and passion as they broke down into orgasms that left their knees wobbly and their arms weak and trembling, as they moaned loudly and stretched their tongues out to lick and lap at the enormous tentacles that filled the temple, as they passed by fucked body after fucked body, their bodies shivering in bliss as they were thickly showered with blood, with female nectar, with thick, incandescent precum. They had to climb over the bodies of dozens of powerful, thrusting tentacles, finding their way in that dark forest of tree-trunks made of dark flesh, as countless bodies all around them were viciously and mercilessly violated and used. The moving, gyrating tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own, knowing where they were and moving their thick bodies extra hard to whip-lash heavily into them, nearly breaking their spines with their monstrous weight and force, bruising their limbs, ripping gashes in their flesh, as some of the priestesses shrieking as they were sandwiched between two or more immense tentacles and lifted clear of the ground, rolled between the enormous appendages, thrown around like puny toys.

When they finally reached the steps to the altar, their goddess was there, screaming in delight as two goliath tentacles fucked her holes, bouncing her whole body and up and down the immense shaft. Adrasthea's blood and juices splashed down upon the priestesses as they groveled before Killer, kissing his toes one by one, before turning sensually around, crossing their arms on the floor and resting their heads upon them to rise their firm buttocks up in a sweet offer to him. They lined up, shoulder to shoulder, looking back at him with smiles full of desire, their hands easily ripping their flimsy loincloths away and playing with the blossoming labia of their sealed, virginal vaginas, some of them eagerly spreading their lips for him, showing their intact hymens and their eager, needy wetness.

New tentacles slid in, moving like pythons as they slowly wrapped their enormous coils around the toned bodies of the priestesses, lifting them up into the air like they had no weight, before they all choked breathlessly as tentacles crushed down on their throats, with enough force to slaughter normal mortals, the fat cockheads rubbing roughly and teasingly into their faces, smearing them in thick precum. Other tentacles tore their legs open wide, almost ripping the limbs off as they slid teasingly up their thighs to push lightly against virginal vaginas and sealed, tiny rosebuds, grinding into the small holes with all their immensity. The virgins moaned and screamed in a mix of delight and sheer terror as the very tips of the gigantic cockheads stretched their holes savagely wide... but the screams became load gargles as more tentacles surged forth and rammed down their throats, breaking jaws and causing necks to bulge obscenely, the appendages crushing down on the virgin's necks only loosening their grip enough to let their siblings bury deep into the small bodies, which creaked and groaned as they were brutally stretched out.

Adrasthea stared at it all in a mix of guilty, angry, delicious ecstasy: those twenty priestesses were warriors, yet they hadn't been able to stand up to him for even a mere second...but, she thought after a moment with a smirk, it wasn't like she was managing to put up much resistance herself.

"Mess up their insides...!" The goddess hungrily exclaimed as the immense tentacles rammed forwards, tearing into the tight asses and obliterating the sealed, virginal vaginas, blood spraying out in thick gouts and painting the altar crimson as the gigantic members stretched the priestesses out, the eyes of the girls bulging as they shrieked breathlessly around the thick cocks in their throats, their bodies bouncing helplessly back and forth with the power of the tentacles' thrusts as they were split-roasted with savage force. Adrasthea licked her lips hungrily as she watched her priestesses being used like cheap whores, staring in awe at the thick, veiny, immense tentacles pistoning in and out of those once-tight holes, panting hungrily as she bathed in the splatters of blood and precum and juices that squirted out of the annihilated pussy and ass right ahead, her tongue lapping at the blood-stained tentacles as they moved powerfully back and forth, rubbing roughly into her cheeks, almost crushing her skull as they squeezed her head between them. Her hands seized firmly into other massive appendages, jerking on them, stroking them with worshipful energy, as her breasts ached, battered and bruised, because of the thick, massive members wrapping tightly around the firm swells and because of the large, enormous girth that sawed domineeringly between her boobs, forcing them far apart.

She moaned in bliss, breathing air that was thick and dense with his potent, masculine scent, his musk burning her senses as her whole body was enveloped by his thick, gigantic tentacles, the mighty black pythons wrapping several times around her form on their way to other hopeless holes to ruin, as the huge male laughed and thrust viciously up into her form with monstrous tentacle-cocks that had an insane thickness and seemingly limitless strength, throwing her around like she was a toy. Again and again they tore into Adrasthea's body, brutally pounding up into her and twisting around, gyrating and grinding against her inner walls, her body bulging fearsomely for how much she was filled with appendages' of her master's impossible virility. She moaned breathlessly, her eyes rolling up in her head as she shuddered hard, her vagina clenching hard on the thick tentacle as it ground against its sibling, only a thin layer of her flesh and insides separating them.

"Want to know how badly I'll mess your own insides up, whore...? Killer teased, and Adrasthea shivered in fear and anticipation before grunting as he slammed her down into the stone altar, her face crashing into the hard granite and the puddles of blood and juices and sperm that covered it.

"Yes, yes, yes... fuck yes, please, give it to me... please, my god... I want to feel your strength, master..." The dragokkaren heavily breathed, her tongue stretching out to greedily lap at the vile slobber of mixed juices, the taste of his supreme virility drowning out all the rest as she licked up sperm-drenched gore splattering out of the annihilated holes of those who used to be her priestesses, moaning in awe as the whole temple rippled and trembled, morphing shape to glorify the new owner, the conqueror of the sanctuary.

The titanic male snorted in dark amusement, grinning predatorily as he easily straddled her ass, lifting one foot up over the altar and stomping it down upon her head, her skull creaking loudly as she grunted in surprise, pain and lust, her face smacking hard into the granite, before he twisted his foot slowly, grinding her features into the rough stone and the thick precum.

"Please, master... I need you... I need to serve you..." The goddess begged, and Killer grinned as he rested the underside of his immense, monstrous cock between her buttocks, letting her tremble at the feel of the crushing, deadly weight and the sheer proportions of his scepter. "Please, master... so much power... please, let me experience more of your world-breaking strength..." Adrasthea moaned, before her eyes bulged and she let out a breathless scream, drool flying from her jaws together with a broken shriek as the gargantuan tentacle buried in her tight vagina twisted and whip-lashed to the side with savage force, spreading her ruined hole to mind-shattering width to make room for a second cock, which smashed its way into her depths, bulldozing into her vagina with vicious force, blood splattering onto the male's abs and cocks as her labia tore apart. "You are cute..." Killer softly said, the softness of his voice giving her even worse shivers as it told her that he was playing with her, that she was in for more than she could imagine... and yet that he was merely getting started.

"And you are greater than any and all the gods... greater than my dreams and fantasies... a vicious beast, a monster and yet the savior... and I love you so much and so deeply that I'd sacrifice any and everything, just to be your slave, your fuck-toy. My life is yours. If you asked, I'd have children just so I could sacrifice them to you. World after world after world... I'll conquer them all in your name if you only so wish for even a brief moment." Adrasthea promised, shuddering hard as she realized how much dark, sick pleasure it all gave to her, as she grinned at the awareness that she would do it all for real... it was no empty role-playing. It was no sex game. That was her soul passing in his hands, just as the temple was: she licked her muzzle hungrily as she felt a cascade of blood forming behind the altar, while a deep pool formed at the bottom of the cathedral, before some of his enormous tentacles filled it with their huge loads of cum. Everyone entering the temple would have to walk down a large staircase of marble going down into that lake of sheer, unmatched virility, and climb another stair to get out on the other side, baptized forever in his masculine power.

"That's right, my little slave..." Killer teasingly approved, grinding his godlike cock down over her buttocks and back, while his tentacles ravaged her holes with savage force.

"And yet it would not be enough... I'm not worthy, my king, my god, my master... you are so generous, accepting such puny gifts, which pale to insignificance in front of your strength..." The goddess added, and Killer growled in approval, right before a thick, meaty tentacle shoved into her mouth and burrowed powerfully down into her throat, shoving down all the way to her stomach, choking her as she attempted to scream as the four tentacles buried into all her holes twisted and pistoned with phenomenal force and speed, pounding her viciously.

She screamed, but only a wet choke came out, as her hips bucked back against him and her legs spasmed violently, kicking at the air lightly even as the enormous tentacles wrapped around her squeezed into her with bone-breaking force. Both her holes dripped with blood, and crimson fluids stained her features as well, coming from her nose and from jaws forced insanely wide open. She moaned in awe, in pain, in delight, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt the four tentacles rubbing together inside her, her crushed insides stretched and torn and abused as the gigantic appendages twisted and slammed viciously in and out of her passages. One hand slipped from the tentacle it had been jerking, and she found herself clawing into the granite like it was wet sand, digging trenches in it as her eyes bulged with pain and with a deep, astonishing pleasure that she couldn't control, the agony only feeding the fire in her body even as tears streamed from her eyes... and even those were washed away as her features were splattered in blood, juices and thick precum, his dense virile batter stinging as it filled her eyes and made her tears invisible, lost in a sea of thick pre-semen. It made her delirious with a guilty, painful, delicious ecstasy that was simply addictive. The pain, the fear, they all failed to bring her to desiring escape... on the contrary, she just wanted more of it. She loved every second of it, her body burning with pleasure as her lust and need raged, impossible to restrain, as she felt herself being used savagely, without mercy, his tentacles tearing deep past her womb, pushing against her ribs from the inside, pummeling her with brutal force as the huge male snarled like a beast and crushed her head under his heavy foot.

She was stretched out so much that her muscles couldn't work effectively, but there could be no doubt about her pleasure, as her vagina did what it could to clench around the twin tentacles twisting and pistoning into it, her sweet nectar leaking down between their moving masses as she gargled and moaned around the thick appendage buried in her throat.

And after a moment, her eyes bulged in shock, awe and terror as the giant male flexed powerfully, sending a ripple through reality as if the very fabric of space was afraid of him, the ground trembling as the god let out a snarling laughter, pulling his hips back until his godlike, immense ebony shaft slid off her buttocks and its gigantic head pushed hard against her already devastated, overfilled vagina.

She shrieked as he teasingly pushed forwards, breaking her pelvis like a biscuit as the steel-hard tip of his monstrous cock bulldozed its way in... before she trashed violently and howled around the tentacle in her mouth as those pounding her pussy whip-lashed in the opposite directions and tore her brutally open, ripping her passage apart, blood spraying up and bones loudly cracking as the god snarled hungrily and rammed his gigantic cock down the hole, laughing as he found that even so, it was still too tight... He thrust down even harder, roaring as her bones creaked loudly, her body stretched out of shape as he pile-drove his impossible, immense member down into her, the power of his piston cracking the stone of the altar and sending it crumbling down on the floor, Adrasthea crashing down onto the ruins and Killer only ramming forwards again into her, burying his cock down almost to the medial ring, her body bulging painfully with the sheer amount of virile flesh filling her up.

The goddess felt like an hopelessly outmatched condom about to rip in half down the middle, shuddering hard with every hard piston of his enormous cock, the two tentacles now twisting around its girth, moving dexterously to grind both into her insides and into his own member, giving untold pleasure to both as Killer began to build up a pace, slamming down into her over and over again, each shove arousing a fountain of blood, of precum, of juices to squelch up out of her.

After an amount of time that Adrasthea could have never estimated, such was the haze of ecstasy and pain she was in, a weight was dropped over her back, and she realized that it was Manticora's back, the seraphim brought in by Killer's tentacles and held up in offer to him, her legs spread wide as the huge male speared her with his other cock, with the twin member that was just as immense and diamond-hard as the one drilling into Adrasthea, as Killer growled: "Come, Manticora... I'll help myself to a piece of that fine zebra ass..."

The terrible flexibility of the enormous tentacles allowed them to grind and thrust and smash into every inch of her insides, and she tried her best to scream around the tentacle buried down her throat, but there was no way Adrasthea could do that, or anything else. She couldn't even breathe, her lungs filled with thick, hot precum, her throat crammed with flesh and with his pre-seed, more of his fluids bursting out of her nostrils as each moan and cry she let out turned into a loud gargle and in bubbles forming in the slobber of drool and precum. Her vagina's clenching was barely noticeable, despite the world-breaking force of her musculature, because she was just too insanely stretched out. She couldn't even buck back against him, filled as she was, and trapped so tightly in his tentacles... she could only bounce erratically with every brutal, powerful piston of Killer's monstrous cock, the huge male grinning viciously as he used her and Manticora like they were nothing but toys, crushing her head under his foot and grinding her face against the ruins of the altar, each of his hard pistons rattling the earth and sending cracks spreading wider in the stone floor.

Manticora, just above her, was in the same predicament... she wasn't being triple-violated in the same hole, but on the other hand she wasn't a goddess, and Killer was pounding her once-tight ass with his immense member, bouncing her up and down with savage force as her body stretched and ripped, her bones creaking loudly as the gigantic girth of the god reshaped her, while she choked on the tentacle buried down her throat, groaning as she left it twist and curl up inside her stomach, her poor pussy exploding with splatters of blood and eager nectar as the tentacle tearing up the hole seemed to go into overdrive, sawing in and out at a spectacular rhythm.

Killer was delighted by it all, his body burning with pleasure, with bliss, with carnal ecstasy that flooded his powerful form from everywhere, as his tentacles annihilated hundreds of holes at once, the cathedral echoing with the loud, messy, delicious sounds of hundreds of females choking and gargling and moaning and crying as his members smashed down throats, while others punished vaginas and assholes, sometimes doubling up to really abuse of the juicier holes, the tentacles frenzied as they ripped in and out of those tight, helpless bodies, again and again and again.

He could feel it all, every shudder, every clench, every orgasm, every wet squelch and every groan, every moan and every shriek, the pleasure coming from every direction, as power and hunger thrummed in every inch of his enormous form, as delight traveled down his thick tentacles like an electric discharge, feeding hid strength, his hunger, the behemoth flexing with a snarl of bliss as the temple expanded even further, his tremendous energies reshaping Time and Space without him needing to even think about it.

He had allowed himself to grow far larger when he had collared Ira and turned her in his first Disciple... but now, despite restraining himself at less impressive dimensions, the power that radiated off him was infinitely greater. His strength had increased monstrously in such a short period of time, and the awareness was intoxicating, adding to his lust as his immense twin cocks pounded hard down into Adrasthea and Manticora, again and again tearing in and out of the goddess's vagina and zebra's tight anus, the god grinning widely as blood sprayed onto his abs, streaked his titanic members, flowed down his giant tentacles, and he roared to the ceiling as he felt the agony and the ecstasy in the bodies of his girls, as the delirious delight coming from the tangle of working tentacles fueling him to ever greater heights, as he breathed air that was thick and heavy with his virile scent, with the smell of sex and the odor of blood.

He looked to the side to see Alexis, wrapped in his thick tentacles, working hard to pound Vesta's bleeding sex, her cock sharing the hole with at least one of Killer's tentacles... Gaia was nearby, well fucked and looking dreamy as tentacles continued to pound holes that now leaked with Alexis's cum as well. Alcana was not far away, pinned with her back against a column as a monstrous six tentacles bulged her body completely out of shape, two enormous members ramming into each of her holes, her blood streaking down the pillar and forming a large puddle on the floor. Ira was suspended in the air, her body painfully bent on itself as the monstrous black members bulldozed their way into each hole, moving at terrible speed, thrusting and gyrating at the same time, breaking her passages even wider.

Killer licked his lips hungrily at the sight, at the smells, at the feelings of that triumphant ride, before he lifted little Diana up until they were eye to eye, the black-furred tigress attempting to smile even though she had a tentacle stretching her jaws open insanely wide, two more visible through her bulging, swollen belly as they twisted and thrust up into her, both monstrous members shiny and dripping with juices.

"You too, my dear angel... you deserve your collar too. More than anyone else, in some ways." Killer softly said to the ruby-eyed female, and she moaned happily at his words, before she shuddered hard as the tentacle buried up into her vagina ripped back out of her, coming free with a loud pop and an ungodly flood of precum, blood and juices.

Killer wrapped his lips over her stretched-out sex, his fangs teasing her small, perfect clit as his tongue pushed inside her, inside a hole that tasted of blood, of female nectar and, overwhelmingly so, of his own virile power. His tongue quickly bulged and grew a cockhead, becoming a tentacle again and beginning to thrust deep up her insides, the huge male feeling her frenzied heartbeat in his appendage as he began to thrust hard and fast... her womb already busted and torn through long before, his tongue-tentacle pushed up against her ribs, and then found her beating heart, wrapping around it teasingly as their eyes met, glowing, Diana showing nothing but eagerness and ecstasy as his tongue continued to gyrate and tease at her insides, giving her pleasure she didn't even thought possible.

Killer slammed himself harder and faster in and out of Adrasthea and Manticora, blowing steam from his nostrils as he picked up pace and power with each passing moment, the two females trembling under the assault, arms sprayed on the stone floor as they clawed at the granite, trying to brace under the pounding as their legs kicked uselessly at the air, their bodies recoiling after each loud, tremendous slap of his gigantic testicles into their stretched holes and the mass of his own tentacles. His tentacles became frenzied as well, moving faster and harder, twisting and gyrating and pummeling their victims as a deep growl, carrying the tone that his huge balls promised, came from his throat, the huge male's eyes glowing as a bit of drool fell from his jaws as he felt another powerful, immense orgasm rising.

There were gurgles and choked screams coming from every corner of the temple as they all felt it clearly, his members becoming even stiffer, his tentacles moving with ferocious power, bones cracking loudly as they squeezed harder on the bodies trapped between them, and they could only try and survive the onslaught as the goliath cocks pistoned viciously in and out, tearing holes apart, messing up insides, flooding cavities with thick precum that was but a warning of what was about to come, as all of their lives hung in the balance, as weak as candles in front of the apocalypse that Killer was. He could have crushed them all like gnats, and there was nothing they'd be able to do about it.

Diana let out a gargling howl as the tentacle buried in her throat rammed down powerfully, loudly tearing through something within her, before she trashed as the enormous appendage tore out of her pussy, rubbing against the male's tongue-tentacle. Killer growled hungrily as she was impaled, blood raining down in his open maws and over his face as he looked up with greed and hunger...and then she shrieked again as his tongue-tentacle tore her heart off and thrust viciously upwards until it ripped out of her mouth, her eyes bulging as she stared at her own heart, still beating, wrapped in a coil of the thick appendage.

Adrasthea trembled as she felt her insides pummeled and crushed by his vicious pounding, but she wore a trembling grin as she pushed one hand against her chest and clawed in her own flesh, tearing her chest open to reveal her own heart, squeezed between the enormous tentacles, covered in blood and thick precum.

She tremblingly reached for her vital organ, and seized into it without hesitation, ripping it out with a firm pull, ignoring the thick splatter of blood... and she attempted to look up at the huge male as she rubbed her muzzle against the organ, trying to clean it from his thick essence. She couldn't use her tongue as the tentacle in her mouth was unrelenting, and her attempt was unsuccessful since she was entirely drenched in pre herself... but Killer approved of her dedication, growling in delight before using one tentacle to bring the heart up to his jaws.

He rammed his cocks home into the goddess and seraphim even harder, pummeling them into the ground as blood and gore splattered over his abs and over his enormous balls, his tentacles ripping out of the hole in Adrasthea's chest and wrapping around her neck before curving down again, shoving into the wound and cracking her ribs into pieces as they thrust down into her, doubling up on themselves. Killer snarled hungrily, dropping his head backwards and gazing up into Diana's face and past it, to her heart dripping blood from above, the poor organ viciously squeezed by his tentacle-tongue. He growled hungrily as his orgasm mounted quickly, his thrusts becoming even stronger and even faster, before he snarled in delight as Diana's heart burst into pieces, shattered by the tentacle as it pulsed and squeezed,

The female shuddered hard, eyes bulging as she stared breathlessly at the bloody pieces of her heart falling into the huge male's jaws...and she trembled violently as his tongue ripped back out of her pussy, morphing back to its original state just so he could savor her meat fully, and lick the blood from his lips, while her destroyed vagina was given no mercy, another tentacle thrusting inside her with full arrogance and with brutal, impossible power.

He chewed on her organ, slowly, deliberately, messily, crushing each bit into soft pulp under his teeth, swallowing with gusto and watching her in the eye all the time, grinning in arrogant triumph as her sex clenched on itself and gushed with a thick stream of orgasmic nectar

Killer eagerly drank of her pleasure, letting it mix with her blood, with her meat, with her very soul that he was conquering just as utterly as her body."Be my Angel of Life and Healing, Diana. You shall be the Goddess that brings Hope and Light and Salvation in my name." The huge male finally said, lowering the small female so that he could lick the tears off her cheeks and taste her fragility, her life continuing just because he so willed...

And then his tentacle tossed Adrasthea's heart into his jaws, and he loudly, viciously crunched this as well, savoring it while he savagely slammed his immense members inside the ruined holes offered to him, his pleasure mounting rapidly towards the edge...

"Adrasthea, be my Goddess of Strategy. Be the fine mind helping my muscles. Be the spear that will have the worlds trembling in fear." Killer ordered, and both the dragokkaren and Diana nodded eagerly, unable to speak but not needing words to express all their love and gratitude and eagerness...

And then Adrasthea, Manticora and the others somehow managed to scream, even if chocking and gargling on the tentacles in their mouths, legs kicking wildly and bodies shuddering, bucking and spasming as they heard Killer's roar rattling the very mountain as the first gigantic, gargantuan blast of his cum erupted from his members, flooding all of their forms. It was godlike and gigantic, as enormous blast after titanic blast exploded not just from his twin, immense cocks, but from all of his tentacles as well, the endless loads filling up every crevice of the abused, stretched-out bodies as colossal gushes of excess cum immediately burst out of all holes, thick volleys exploding out of nostrils as the giant male pumped out ungodly amounts of ultra-potent sperm.

Hundreds of bodies ballooned and bulged out of shape with the enormous loads filling them up, even as volcanic bursts of sperm exploded out of the overfilled females, coughs and chocking sounds filling the cathedral as bodies trashed and bucked and flailed uselessly, while Killer laughed viciously and continued to slam his members viciously in and out of their holes, a cruel grin on his features and his eyes burning with power and delight, his godlike body flexing with massive, powerful muscle.

Adrasthea and Manticora shrieked in ecstasy and agony as his immense girth continued ripping and slamming into them again and again, over and over as he pumped monstrous loads of seed that burst out of their tight, ravaged holes in thick streams, the huge male standing up tall and gripping into their abused bodies, slamming them up and down his titanic twin shafts, snarling like a feral beast as he fucked their stretched forms with such power and ferocity to put gods to shame. There was nothing they could do other than take it as best they could, shrieking and rocking, hips bucking and legs spasming uncontrollably as they broke down into new orgasms of their own, climaxing at the sheer power of his release and at the insane pleasure it bestowed on them... before they were hit by a second, and a third orgasms, each one strong that the previous release as the dark god continued to piston into them for endless minutes, every single volley lasting minutes on its own.

His toys shrieked in disbelieving ecstasy at the sheer virility of the male and at the incredible wonderment of the ecstasy it forced them into: the Seraphims were changed forever by the mind-shattering experience, as their white, glowing wings painfully burned and took on a pitch black color, the feathers becoming sharp scythes as the already strong, powerful bodies of the warrior females grew taller, stronger, their breasts filling up more, their muscles bulging with power and yet adding nothing but feminine grace to their forms as their expressionless eyes took on an azure, rather than white, gleam. The angels were corrupted, taken over... made stronger, made bigger, and made lustier. They flexed and arched their backs with shrieks of delight and disbelief, before thick, heavy collars of black leather formed around their throats, heavy clasps of silvery steel forming at the front, taking on the shape of feral lion heads complete with large steel rings. Golden, glowing bull-horns pushed out of their skulls, and they suddenly had long, flexible, dexterous tongues that they immediately put to good use, wrapping them tightly around the cocks in their mouths, eagerly pumping them for the continuing flood of thick, potent semen.

It was an eternity of delight and power for the god, and an even longer, delirious experience of ecstasy and pain for his slaves, before Killer tore his twin shafts out of Adrasthea and Manticora, letting them splat down into the veritable sea of cum covering the floor as enormous gushes of his cum exploded out of their destroyed holes as the enormous male growled hungrily and gripped into his massive cocks, the members throbbing with masculine power and so terribly thick that even the god's huge hands couldn't wrap much more than half around the incredible girth, as he pumped out further gigantic blasts of cum that fired easily across the vast courtyard, smacking into the wall on the other side with enough force to crack it. Many of his tentacles also mercifully ripped out of the abused bodies before they could simply pop like balloons, and the immense appendages rose into the air around him, erupting their own loads with equally astounding force, the cum splattering over everyone, drenching everybody from head to toe as he laughed darkly and roared: "Be baptized by your God, bitches!"

And they eagerly obeyed, bathing in the flood of cum, rolling over in that ocean of maleness, drowning in that obscene display of virility and sheer power. Adrasthea pushed up onto her knees and spread her arms wide, opening her mouth and leaning into the heavy blasts splattering her, as a new heart formed into her chest, made of steel and lined with spikes, armored and precious, enclosed in a cage of bones harder than titanium as her insides were rebuilt and reshaped, to make her stronger and even more durable and tough than she already was as goddess, but also and maybe mostly for adapting her body to better serve the male's gigantic cock.

Black stripes appeared on her white scales, as they all hardened even further, staying smooth and cool to the touch yet able to act like armor, able to take on Godblood-like hardness... She kept her long, jet-black hair, but now it bonded into somewhat rigid bangs which could morph into thick, sharp scales, giving her protection. Her musculature, once just toned and athletic, built up quickly, bulging with newfound power, and she let out a long cry of delight and lust at the amazing feeling of new, immense energy running through her veins, before her mighty dragon wings flexed, then spread wide before shifting upwards slightly as a second pair of wings came into being. The wings became more muscular, powerful, and the leathery surface took on a deep black color, before being reinforced by solid "arms" of bone, all ending in deadly spikes.

Tall antler horns tore out of the sides of her skull and rose to add to her already impressive height and figure, before two heavy, proud bull horns formed just ahead of them, and her long, forked tongue became thicker and even longer, able to shift size and shape.

Her eyes glowed with energy and lust as she bathed in the cum splashing down on her, feeling as if his virility was penetrating into her being, flowing in her veins, as curved, blade-like spikes stretched out of the back of her wrists, other deadly spikes not unlike Killer's pushing out of her joints for a moment, before withdrawing into her flesh as she rolled her shoulders slowly, growling in pure bliss. And then, for a brief moment, her legs flicked out of existence, replaced by a massive, powerful, armored snake body, immense and with coils that stretched over much of the staircase and the courtyard below.

Her long, beautiful legs returned immediately, but that was a clear hint of how her new, more powerful ascended form was going to look, if she was ever forced to use it. The transformation stopped as energy glowed around her neck instead, the goddess licking her lips and closing her eyes with a dreamy sigh as she felt the weight build up, the collar forming around her throat and clamping down firmly on it, just like Killer's strong hand would... The collar was silvery, thick and heavy, with vertical bands reinforcing it at regular intervals, each space between a bar and another richly chiseled with images of fighting and war. On the front, the clasp took the shape of a feral male lion looking down from the top of a cliff, and small letters appeared along the bottom edge of the collar, glowing a faint crimson as they spelled the words "strategy brings victory by maneuver, not by massacres".

Adrasthea panted hard as the transformation finished, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the weight and warmth of the thick collar for a few moments, her hands rubbing and smearing thick cum all over her new body, over bulging muscle and over firm, prodigious breasts, before she forced her eyes to open and stare up at him, even through a forest of thick ropes of cum that nearly sealed her eyelids. "Thank you, my strong, my invincible master..."

Diana fell on her knees right at the side of the much larger dragokkaren goddess, her body trembling violently as it clung to life despite the complete destruction within her, the immense male keeping her alive against all the odds and the rules, bending reality to his will with an ease that was at once exhilarating and terrifying. She bowed her head and snuggled close to Adrasthea, the two females moving together to bathe in the deluge of cum, before the black-furred tigress gritted her teeth and arched her back with a jolt of energy and pure bliss, a bit of drool flying from her jaws as her eyes bulged and glowed a bright, enchanting ruby, the female throwing her arms out and flexing as energy crackled around her form. Immense power flooded her, pumping in her veins as she was made into a new goddess, her height increasing and her body becoming tougher and stronger. She did not grow a musculature as bulky and massive as that on the reptile goddess at her side, but she nonetheless grew a toned, athletic build, with abs in spectacular evidence and quick, powerful arms and legs. She dropped on all fours as her insides rebuild themselves around a new heart made of ruby and encased into golden fingers that protected it and symbolized Killer's solid hold on her body and soul... and she gaped in awe as she realized that her fingers were gripping into the solid stone floor, digging into marble and granite like it was soft sand, without any effort on her part, not even when she curiously traced the tip of one finger across the width of a large slab of dark stone: it tore in two halves without her applying any real pressure. She grunted in awe at that, shivering lustfully as she was assaulted by thoughts and fantasies and images of what such a monstrous strength could accomplish... and then she laughed as she let her tongue loll out and realized that it had changed its shape, becoming long, and thick, and forked, and so terribly flexible. She tested it eagerly, finding that it easily reacted to her wishes as it lengthened and teasingly wrapped around one of her breasts, squeezing into the firm swell just as her boobs grew larger and plumpier

Diana looked up at Killer in awe and adoration and amusement as her tongue easily wrapped twice all around her large breast, before curving up again to flick the nipple with the large forked end. The goddess blushed deep red under the cum drenching her face, but she continued to hungrily lick the thick semen up from her own breasts, folding her arms under her now huge swells to offer them to the continuing deluge of his load, as a lake of sperm formed in her cleavage. Her features did not change, nor did her black fur and her eyes... her six mighty seraphim wings also remained mostly unchanged, but they lost their white glow, taking instead the look of a dark night sky, with distant stars gleaming over the sharp, blade-like feathers. And finally, Diana closed her eyes with a cry of bliss, her hips bucking wildly and her juices squirting out of her yet once more as she reached up to touch her collar, right as it formed around her throat. Made of solidified light, heavier and stronger and brighter than gold, the thick collar was decorated with beautiful red roses in blossom, wrapped into thorny vines. On the front, the heavy clasp took the shape of a feral lion head seen from the side, an expression of calm but fierce domination on the regal features, the fiery mane glowing with crimson flashes of light as the energy flowed through the heavy jewel.

And finally, after dozens of immense blasts of cum had rammed like meteors into the crowd of delirious females, Killer's godly orgasm began to slow down, until he finally sent the last gallons of thick cum splattering heavily down the goddesses at his feet, his immense form having grown further, to a majestic sixty feet, reality trembling around him and warping helplessly as he licked his lips slowly and shook the last barrel-size "drops" of cum from his titanic cocks.

His sperm covered everything and everyone, and the columns of the cathedral now had the shape of Adrasthea, with the goddess holding up the tall gothic arches of the ceiling even as her body was enveloped and penetrated by enormous tentacles.

The old altar was gone, crushed into nothing but dust and replaced instead by an immense throne of marble, gold, platinum and velvet. Behind it was another statue, enormous and perfect, depicting Killer as he fucked Adrasthea upon her altar, and the priestesses, still bleeding from their annihilated holes, stood to attention on either side of the great seat as Killer sat down in it, grinning widely as he comfortably fit into the seat, resting back in it. He pulled his feet up and the priestesses rushed forwards to use their bodies to form comfortable footrests as the god leisurely stroked his immense lengths and looked over his Disciples, lovers, slaves and worshippers, asking teasingly: "Who's next...?"

It went on and on and on for countless hours, Killer's stamina simply inexhaustible, his lust fueling him and making him stronger instead of tired. He warped Time as well as Space, so that inside the cathedral time flowed differently from outside... by the end of it, there was no telling for how long it had lasted. Entire days, probably. Killer had taken and given pleasure from each Disciple, each lover, each Seraphim, and done so multiple times. Alexis, Vesta and Ira had unsurprisingly been those with the most stamina of their own, going for multiple rounds before crashing, content and exhausted, onto the velvet cushions around the throne. Alexis and Killer had teamed up multiple times on Vesta, the newly-ascended-to-godhood queen of seraphims eagerly taking what her master and mistress had to give, the two ligers all too happy to splitroast her with savage force, pounding her into near-death at times... only for Vesta to quickly recover afterwards, crawling back for seconds.

King and queen had enjoyed Ira together, multiple times... and Adrasthea and even Diana, the latter now much hungrier and much better able to take the kind of hammering the ligers liked to give. Alcana, Manticora, Gaia... all had been fucked into messy, sweaty, broken, happy heaps. Alexis had made sure to make it absolutely clear who the mistress was... and none of the others had had any difficulty in recognizing that bowing to Killer also meant bowing to her. Besides, there were plenty of excellent reasons to bow to her anyway.

The tentacles had rampaged for all the time, leaving the whole garrison of seraphims worn and exhausted, even as many of the females from earlier were replaced by others who had been away from the fortress on combat, reconnaissance and other duties. They had all wanted their turn... and Killer had given it and far, far more.

When it finally slowed down, it looked almost like a world hit by apocalypse, as the temple was damaged, the ancient castle shattered in several areas, while blood was splattered everywhere, gore visible in the lakes of crimson... and more than that, juices of uncountable orgasms, and above all else cum. Thick, potent, filled with enormous and eager sperms. Killer's seed was everywhere, in ungodly amounts, forming a shallow lake in the courtyard and drenching the mountains of sore, wrecked, exhausted, abused bodies, as females and even males laid on the ground everywhere, panting and completely spent.

Even Alexis was panting, smiling widely even through her gaping, her tongue lolling out happily as she sat sprawled into her own throne, to the right of Killer's. She was lazily stroking her immense black cock, her shaft still semi-hard and towering at god-humiliating proportions, her holes clenching weakly as they tried to close up again, thick cum leaking out of her in thick cascades as her body flexed with godlike power but also with happy soreness.

Killer, on the other hand, loomed over even her, easily two hundred feet tall at that point, towering over everyone and radiating immense, fearsome power, his muscles bulging with tremendous strength as he flexed out of sheer vigor. His balls were colossal and crammed full as always, and his twin, immense members were still semi-hard, gigantic and dripping blood and cum and juices. He was delighted and blissful... and still aroused, still hungry for even more, still fully ready to go even after wearing out so many, leaving them in moaning piles scattered all around him.

He looked around himself with a grin on his lips, rolling his shoulders slowly as he leisurely stroked his titanic cock, but he felt almost ashamed of what he had done, in a way. He had allowed himself to go over the top, and all the blood was there to remind him that he had behaved like a monster, putting his carnal needs ahead of everything else, fucking so many to within an inch of taking their lives away... it had been dark and ferocious, and he now felt embarrassed thinking of what he had done, and gazing down at the corrupted, blackened wings of so many Seraphims and angels.

But it was so, so sweet...

He looked down curiously as he felt someone touching his ankle, and he saw Vesta standing on the top of his huge foot, the goddess looking exhausted and worn but smiling widely, blissfully and full of love... and that immediately reassured him, at least in part.

He bent down and carefully picked the far smaller female up, Vesta only licking her lips as she watched the titanic god squat down, loving the sight of those moon-sized testicles rushing down like the sky was falling to crush her like a bug... instead of scaring her, it made her moan hungrily, her eyes glowing with pleasure.

The goddess easily sat down on the edge of his hand as he held it out for her, and she crossed her legs, resting back and enjoying the sight as she was lifted up like a feather, her current 40 feet height really not much compared to the sheer immensity of the male.

"You are already worrying, I can see it in your eyes even when they glow like that." Vesta said when she finally was level with his vast muzzle, his eyes glowing a burning sapphire, supercharged with energy. "Don't you dare ruining this wonderful mood we have going. Man, that was fucking glorious!" She quickly added, before he could counter anything to her words. She was back to serious in an instant, smiling warmly as she rubbed a hand over his gigantic muzzle, whispering: "It is not so much your magnetism and darkness that has turned their wings black, my master... Well, of course they did. But you've not corrupted us in an evil way, Lord Killer. We all had lusts and needs that for too long have gone unaccounted for. It was most evident with me, I guess... I didn't try that hard to hide my hungers, very non angel-like... but everyone of them had desires deep within, that didn't surface earlier just because there was no one with the strong hand, the power and the stamina to give them what they needed. You have given us all what we really wanted... in some cases, without knowing it. Your lust became our lust... and it is nothing you should be ashamed of."

"Nice try, Vesta..." Killer replied, whispering quietly and smiling as he shook his head slowly. "But I'm pretty sure most of them didn't expect hard sex to be... this hard."

The goddess coughed a bit at that, looking to the side with a bit of embarrassment... but then she nodded and caressed his nose lovingly as she explained. "Yes, I suppose they didn't. But no one tried to run away, master. No one has wished, even for a moment, to turn their backs on you. We all know that you love us, and that we have nothing to fear. You will protect us... even when you pound away and make us bleed, we feel protected. We know that you'll always stand for us, whatever danger it implies." She smiled warmly, and then kissed the top of his muzzle, slowly pulling back to add: "And you never fail us. You always keep your promises. Even in the heat of all this... none was killed, even though we were like candles that you could have snuffed out with a snort. And here we are, instead: stronger than we ever were. Happy and free and delighted like we have never been in our lives."

"I've just poured my darkness on you all." Killer grumbled, making a grimace. "I almost went too far. I almost turned you into monsters, into mindless toys to my will and lust."

"But the key word is always the 'almost', master." Vesta easily countered, smiling softly. "It makes all the difference in the world: you could have, and so easily! But you did not." The seraphim paused, then leaned her chin on one hand, her legs crossed and what was supposed to be a teacher outfit forming on her powerful body. Small rectangular glasses formed on her muzzle, just so she could wink teasingly at him above them, and the rest of the clothes were way too skimpy to be taken seriously, as her white blouse almost exploded trying to contain her godlike breasts, her cleavage simply breath-taking and her boobs pushing out of the fabric in a way that made Killer drool, as the sleeves ripped in several places as her enormous musculature stretched it savagely. Her shirt was short, and left her spectacular abs exposed, just above a dark, short skirt that hid little more than her sex, leaving her long, muscular legs exposed, wrapped in stockings that quickly tore in several places. Lace, high-heel boots of leather and steel completed her attire, which definitely would have never been worn by anyone in a real class. "Master, listen to professor Vesta, please. I'll tell you one of the many things that make us all love you so much. And no, it is not the body, not the power, not the cock, not even the courage or being so darkly handsome. It is the freedom you give us."

She paused, and playfully tapped his muzzle with a long ruler that appeared in her hands out of thin air as she smiled with amusement and love. "Lord Killer, as seraphims, these girls have never been free. We are supposed to be good and perfect all the time... and we were punished dearly for each failure. Until Lord God was with us, the punishment was never unfair or cruel, but always severe. Under the rule of the Council, and of Typhon, the punishments became unjust, cruel, and humiliating. God leads by example, and he never fails. He is pure, wise, measured, and good. When we fail, he attempts to correct our ways. The council is corrupt, yet enforces God's rules with fearsome harshness.

The unfairness of it all has fed the darkness that exists in all of us. All of us."

Killer listened with attention, not quite sure where she'd lead him, but fascinated and soothed by her words nonetheless, his worries receding somewhat, his lusts easier to control.

"Eventually, they would snap. There's no telling what they would have done... and this is even more true applied to me, or Alexis, Adrasthea, Manticora... Hell, you saw what happened when Shi set Gaia's lusts and darkness loose!" Vesta exclaimed, grinning a bit as she added: "We are bad girls, master... bad to the bone, under certain points of view. For all our lives, in one way or another, we have struggled to keep a leash on our darkness. God has been a shiny example of perfection and a generous guide, but in all his kindness, He could never ease our struggle. He could never satisfy our hungers, nor would he want to. And he never shared our pain, our inner struggle for restraint: he never experienced the temptation. You? You are completely different."

"I'm evil." Killer dejectedly replied, and Vesta tapped his muzzle, this time harder, as she corrected: "You are a kind of Lawful Evil. You are bad to the bones, like us... you know better than anyone else what it is like to hold your hungers on a leash. You know perfectly well what it is like to struggle every day with the delicious temptation of darkness. And you know what is Right and what is Wrong, and you strive to do what is Right. Always. Even when you indulge, like today... you know when to stop. Evil wouldn't worry about acting evil. Evil wouldn't stop." She paused and tilted her head up slightly, caressing her collar with love and looking him in the eye as she explained: "This collar is freedom, not slavery. We might serve you like slaves, master, but the truth is that you give us more than you take. Not because you give us power... but because your hand seizes our leashes. We no longer need to struggle alone: you fight our wars with us. For us, even. You let us indulge, and feed our every need... and, when the moment comes, you pull the leash and put a stop to things before they get out of control."

"I should probably pull your leash already. You are clearly enjoying your new powers way too much." Killer amusedly said, looking at her outfit with a hungry smile, and Vesta grinned widely as she put her hands in her long hair and blinked girlishly, teasing: "Just because I created these clothes...? There's nothing bad with them."

"No, I guess no." Killer agreed, snorting in entertainment before a smile crested his lips, relief and gratitude on his features. "Thank you, Vesta."

"Thank you, Master." She replied firmly, touching his nose gently with one finger. "And now answer my question: do you like being small? Because I've seen the kind of size that suits your actual power, and this is you being tiny."

"I'm a fucking two hundred feet tall." Killer flatly reminded, but she waved one hand dismissively at that, saying simply: "That's just a party trick, and we both know it."

"It is far more than I need to make you bitches squeal. I don't even need to size up for that... you could size up like crazy and I'd still make you cry." The huge male teased, and Vesta grinned at that, nodding in agreement before saying: "Well, that's true, but it is not the point." She paused thoughtfully for a moment, and then mused: "By the way, that sounds steaming hot. We should do that, sometime... I'll size up, and then we can see how loud you can make me squeal without sizing up yourself."

"Any time." Killer easily replied, and Vesta licked her lips hungrily... before she leaned on his muzzle and looked him in the eyes, saying calmly: "But now, Master... I must insist that you size up properly. I can feel your power thrumming inside you still. I still feel needs raging in your body. Don't try to bottle them up...there is no need to shy away from your power and abilities. We admire them, we praise them... and we all wish for you to let us bear witness to your power."

Killer hesitated, eager to give her the show of power she asked and at the same time worried that he had already ran more than enough risk without sizing up to even greater proportions with the danger of being just too tempted not to stomp a few towns and countries under his foot. He gazed down in embarrassment, but what he saw gave him confidence, as his Disciples and many of the seraphims struggled up to their feet and walked closer to him, many caressing his leg and his enormous toes as they looked up at him expectantly, even as their legs trembled and their bodies were sore and weak... and he could hear their prayers and wishes and words of love, their voices sounding in his mind as they begged to be given a glimpse of his true power. Alexis stood up from the throne and walked to his side, wrapping an arm around his neck and kissing his cheek lovingly before whispering: "Do it, lover. Shake off your fears... we trust you with our lives, knowing that you never disappoint. Give yourself a little more credit."

"We do not ask for you to Ascend or go full out in any way... but we all dream to be allowed to take a peek at your true power. Please, give us a little demonstration... a glimpse of your true glory." Vesta quietly said, before she took a look around at the new temple, which vibrated with his energies, quaking at his thought alone... and she stroked his muzzle lovingly as she added: "Besides, we need you to make this whole fortress into your Sanctuary, if we want to have a truly secure base in Heaven. And we need to take care of Retribution and its prisoners, too... It won't be exhibitionism without ends. You can join the useful to the pleasant and exploit the job to vent some steam, huh...? Come on, give us our sugar!"

"Well... I guess I cannot say no to that..." Killer finally agreed, hesitatingly but with an undeniable thrill, a warm shiver going down his spine at the thought of letting go, of experimenting at a new and higher level. "Just don't expect it to become habit." He cautioned, looking down at his hands as he flexed his fingers slowly, energy crackling around his enormous, powerful arms as reality trembled around him... and he let out a long breath, admitting: "I'm curious myself... I don't know where the limit is, so I guess that I should push the envelope a bit."

"It is going to take a hell of a lot of pushing to find your limit... if you even have one." Vesta remarked, grinning widely as she licked her muzzle slowly, looking over his muscular, immense body as he squatted down and gently set her down on the ground. Killer smirked down at her with an entertained snort, carefully straightening back up to his imposing height... and he rolled his shoulders slowly, grinning as he savored the immense power he was about to unleash, a ripple traveling through reality before he vanished from the spot.

His tremendous energy did not vanish, though, instead becoming an even greater, undeniable presence in the air, one that made them sigh in awe and delight as Ira pushed to her feet and announced: "We should get outside. We don't want to miss a single instant of this..."

They all rushed out of the temple, and found that Killer had reappeared in midair, high in the sky above them, floating weightlessly and with his mighty arms folded on his chest as he waited for them, dark clouds spinning slowly in the sky above as thunderbolts of energy crackled out of his form.

Killer waited patiently, letting his worshippers gather in the courtyard and along the bulwarks, before he lazily arched his back and flexed his fingers, growling as tremendous power rushed in his veins, making him feel truly godlike, truly invincible as his will became the only law, shattering reality and making the impossible suddenly easy.

He took a last look at the immense mountain, taller than the clouds, and let his eyes trace the profile of the vast fortress one last time, seeing the crowd of his disciples and lovers and worshippers gathering on the bastions, everyone staring at him... and then he let his head drop backwards, his eyes closing as he spread his arms and floated higher up into the sky and away from the great castle.

Ira swallowed with anticipation, almost drooling with hunger as she felt his energies increasing, more and more, his power making the air almost painfully hot as the collars he had created glowed brightly... and when he was so distant that she almost couldn't see him anymore, complete darkness fell over the castle, wrapping the fortress in a blackness that she had never seen before. There was no star, no light... everything was black, and a collective shiver ran through them all as they realized that it was his shadow that was causing that fearsome night.

Ira licked her lips as she looked upwards, her eyes narrowing as she tried to look far above, piercing through the darkness... before she moaned in awe and delight, thrusting her fingers into her cum-filled, wrecked vagina, playing with herself as she traced the edge of a giant black hole in the dark sky above.

"We are staring into his fucking cumslit, bitches...!" The cobra announced, cackling in delirious delight as she tried to guess how incredible his sizes had to be now, as he dwarfed Eaglenest with just the head of one of his flaccid, gigantic cocks.

There were gasps and screams of awe as thousands of awestruck faces looked up at what was not the sky, but Killer's immense virility, while Ira and Vesta cackled, delighted with the incredible proportions of the gigantic male. Alexis grinned hungrily, looking down from the edge of the bulwark to see the clouds dissolving, the energy crackling in the air pushing them away to reveal the Second Heaven down below, and she could see the male's powerful legs, the literally mountain-sized muscles and the deep valleys of strength between them as the god hovered above the ground, his feet casting a murderous, inescapable shadow over a vast part of the second sky, dwarfing forests, valleys, entire mountain ranges and endless plains. And Ira pointed her finger at the armada of Paladins that had been holding Eaglenest under siege, the cobra laughing at how tiny and useless they now looked, along with their vast camps and even their enormous siege railguns. Taken one by one, they were less than dust to the immense god, microbes worth of no attention. Even taken all together, they were nothing more than a tiny gnat in the middle of the merciless shadow of Killer's foot. They were a flea which had no hopes of running to the edge of the shadow before being crushed out of existence.

Typhon's "Paladins" were clones engineered to die fighting and controlled by a computer implanted in their spines... but even them realized what was about to happen as they gazed upwards at the immense toes dwarfing them. The computers scoured all their databases to find a tactic to use against such an adversary... but there really wasn't anything they could possibly attempt against a power as limitless and superior as that: whatever calculation it tried, the computer always came up with a 100% defeat chance.

The railguns were fired once, twice, thrice, all of them fired at the same time and at the same spot on Killer's sole... but they could as well not have been there at all, They didn't even tickle him, the god ignoring their very existence, having no interest for their panic, for their tears. They were dust under his toe. Nothing more than that.

They tried to open portals to escape, but magic could do nothing while the god's energy burned in the air, crackling in fearsome discharges bigger than any thunderbolt and lightning, the electricity striking down into the earth with brutal, tremendous force, annihilating in massive explosions entire stretches of land, entire fortresses, until one of the railguns themselves was hit and it exploded in a dirty fireball, ripping Paladins into pieces in a wide radius all around, as a second railgun caught fire, and the soldiers all around just broke down into desperate runs, scattering in every direction, even though, no matter how much they ran or flapped their wings, they were always imprisoned in that mortal darkness, their sky replaced by immense toes. There was nothing they could do to save themselves: their existence now depended solely on what those almighty toes would do next.

"Lord of Armies... he's routed them without even thinking of them...!" Adrasthea whispered, licking her lips with a grunt of awe as she teasingly played with her stretched, torn, battered labia, her eyes glowing as she watched the abandoned railguns and the rivers of running Paladins, the warriors looking like ants in the shadow of Killer's immense foot. "And with equal ease he could crush them out of existence."

Killer opened his eyes with a grunt of pleasure, feeling omnipotent and truly godlike as he lazily flexed his fingers and felt reality trembling around him. He gazed down, but Eaglenest was nowhere to be seen... and then he grinned as he realized how immense he now was, understanding that the mountain was just hidden beneath the impossible, titanic mass of his flaccid, godly shafts. He floated backwards slowly, moving by more than a step, and sure enough, there it was: the mighty Eaglenest now looked tiny to his eyes, a fine miniature that he could easily cock-slap into dust if he so wished. No, more than that... he could probably stick the fortress whole into his cumslit, with little effort. Heaven looked like a model set to him, everything looking tiny and frail and puny as he flexed muscles bigger than mountains and filled with power beyond measure.

The last Seal still was nowhere to be seen, which meant that, even before breaking that, he still had a lot more juice available... but he did not want to push too hard. There was no need to grow even further: his size was already fearsome, and provided more than enough of a glimpse of what he could do.

He smiled softly, his eyes glowing like immense, sapphire suns as he felt the awe and envy and wonder of his lovers, who now could look up at him better, seeing more of his glory, of his powerful and colossal form.

He slowly descended upon the earth, and Ira grinned at this as a fearsome mass of air was compressed towards the ground by his calm descent alone, forming winds that shot out from under his feet with a force greater than that of hurricanes, knocking the immense railguns over like toys and blowing the wings of the Paladins to smithereens, as the clones were sent hurling through the air, blown off their feet like toys as the very ground seemed to simply explode, mountains crumbling into gravel and hills flattening as if they were made of sand, the trees of the vast tundra bending and then flying around like spears as they were uprooted by the thousands.

It was a glorious, deadly display that had the Disciples laughing and playing with their wet, cum-filled, abused sexes, their eyes glowing with delight as the vicious winds blew a large part of the second sky into dust, washing away the army sent by Typhon, like erasing a pencil stain from the sheet of the world.

And then his toes touched the ground, their vast bulk settling down with majestic, relaxed and yet devastating slowness, pushing the puny paladins and entire stretches of tundra and countryside down, his movement not even slowed as everything was flattened and vaporized without mercy, the ground collapsing and revolting under his immense mass, his deadly talons digging into the ground as if into a sandy beach. His ponderous feet finally settled, sinking deep into the crust of the planet as Eaglenest was rattled by a violent earthquake, while his toes spread as his weight came to bear on them, the ground cracking for miles in every direction as it collapsed and cratered under his godlike mass.

"He didn't even see them." Gaia mused, her tone filled with admiration, a shiver of dark delight running down her spine as they all watched, awestruck, as the gigantic male looked thoughtfully down at Eaglenest, deciding how to change it, his eyes glowing with power, reality trembling around him...

And then his voice rattled the heavens as he announced: "We will need space, first of all."

He calmly spread his arms, and Alexis and the others braced themselves, gripping into the thick parapet as the ground trembled under their feet, as if cowering in front of such power... before the already tall mountain grew, rising higher into the sky, while the ground around the base of it cracked apart and collapsed into dust in a wide radius, clear water filling the immense chasm to form a vast lake, almost a sea, that completely surrounded the two stone peaks over which the fortress stood.

A moment later, the crust of the planet shattered again, at a radius of several miles from the shore of the new lake. A circular fissure opened in the ground, forming a circular island with the lake in the middle, and then said island was lifted up towards the sky, as rocky cliffs emerged beneath it.

Killer flicked one hand leisurely, and with that simple, lazy gesture reshaped the world further, his immense force digging eight vast river beds that spread along the diagonals, from the lake to the edge of what was now an immense circular plateau, miles high on the top of rocky cliffs. Water rushed down the river beds, and formed immense, majestic cascades, jumping for miles down to the world beneath, and the rivers separated the plateau into eight vast sectors.

They watched in awe and admiration as Killer's eyes glowed, his gaze blessing that rocky, barren land and flooding It with visible, golden energy that washed over the dark stone and left it covered by green grass and flowers and vines, gentle hills rising as his force effortlessly reshaped the world, and gigantic trees pushed out of the ground, stretching long branches up towards the sky, towards their maker, as woods expanded quickly over large swathes of the new territories.

Roads made of stone slabs formed next, and the stone was morphed and modeled into houses and buildings, as whole towns took rapidly shape under their eyes, one in each sector, as golden energy jumped over the rivers in arcs that solidified into magnificent bridges.

The immense male spread his hands and pushed his palms out towards the new country he was creating... and his energies resonated through the woods, bringing life to every corner of the forest, deer leaping out of the bushes as birds began to sing from the tall branches, hares hiding fearfully in the tall grass as other creatures, both known and unknown, took shape as motes of his incredible energy morphed into different forms and became reality with sparks and crackles of electricity.

He shifted his attention back to the obelisk-like mountains topped by Eaglenest and by the smaller fortress that guarded the entrance to the monastery, and the two peaks trembled violently before their tops expanded, their diameter growing by several miles.

The god smiled as he bent down and traced one immense finger down the side of the rocky cliff, the stone crumbling and caving like soft sand under his titanic digit before magma surged out of the fingerprints, forming glowing, incandescent cascades that ran down all the way to the clear lake far below. There, the magma, cooling briskly, formed a fog that hid the base of the mountain.

Somehow, the magma did not solidify, however, instead flowing constantly, as a deep river of lava next surged around the monastery, forming an outer circle of defence, before lakes and rivers formed a second circle, closer to the ancient walls of the fortress.

Disciples and seraphims and worshippers braced and seized into the sturdy, thick walls of Eaglenest as the ground trembled violently under their feet, the world around them completely reshaped as the bastions of the castle grew larger and higher and more imposing while another cliff formed to elevate the walls above the river that now ran around them like a moat.

It was over after a few long moments, the ground finally ceasing to tremble even as many knees and legs continued to, hundreds of faces looking up in awe at the titanic male as he gazed thoughtfully down at his creation. And after a moment, the titan gave a small nod, grinning slightly as he calmly announced: "You'll have to be patient for a moment... this work can only be completed by bringing Retribution here. It'll take just a moment."

Vesta restrained a moan as a shiver of lust went down her spine, the goddess struggling to believe that anyone could talk of taking Retribution, and even more so that anyone could promise to do so "in a moment"... but at the same time, she had no doubts at all that he was going to do exactly what he said. The huge fortress was fearsome and unassailable, the result of eons of work, of designs, of enhancements, of additions, that had made it the safest, the strongest stronghold ever to exist... but a look at Killer's enormous biceps was enough to know that all those efforts were going to be proven useless. There was no resisting in front of such incredible power: Retribution would be crushed underfoot like an anthill, no matter how much the ants cried and despaired. There was no stopping him.

They cheered as Killer's feet left the ground, the titan hovering weightlessly in the air even as his colossal body emanated masculine power, his immense muscles casting the world into a deadly, apocalyptic shadow, dwarfing the towns and armies below into insignificance. Across all of Heaven, the war stopped, battles ending as demons and angels and benevolents stared, awestruck, at the immense god looming above them all.

Entire armies dissolved like snow exposed to the summer's sun, as demons and paladins alike broke their ranks and scattered everywhere, portaling to dark corners and hiding places all over the six remaining Skies, as they realized with horror that they could no nothing but hide. That formed up in regiments and armies, they were just toe jam, dirt under his feet. They prayed that he would not hunt them down if they hid one by one...

Entire towns fell to their knees, praying and begging, hoping that he would not bring apocalypse upon them, and they all cowered as his mere breath boomed like a deafening, world-shaking roar, as his immense mass sent vicious winds raging over paradise as he just leisurely floated through space towards the Fifth Heaven. He was so far away and he didn't spare a single thought for them, yet he rattled their homes and their very lives with his mere presence, making them cower in fear at the thought of him ever rising one almighty arm against them... They could only pray that he would not take an interest in their tiny, helpless lives, and they tried to make themselves even more insignificant, not to catch his eye in any way.

They were lucky, as Killer moved past them all, effortlessly crossing through countless miles of open space to reach the other "face" of the broken planet that Heaven now resembled, his titanic form moving apparently without weight, but radiating power, emanating masculine, dominant presence as reality rippled violently behind him, space seeming to bend and bow before his mass.

It took him mere moments to float to the Fifth Heaven, crossing the vast emptiness of space like he would move through warm water in his bathtub... and he grinned as his mind filled with a new wave of prayers, of begging, of envy, of awe, of sheer disbelief as now all of Heaven could stare at him, while he turned his glowing eyes towards the hot, cruel wastelands of the fifth sky, easily spotting the fortress of Retribution, a mere model set in his eyes now, with nothing impressive about it. Killer grinned, licking his lips slowly as he leisurely advanced against the castle, savoring the terror he could now easily taste in the air as the garrison of the immense prison broke into tears at the sight of him approaching.

There was no fight in them. No hope. Only despair. They did not need to fire their weapons and find out: they already knew that they were completely powerless in front of such an unfair, titanic power.

Samael gaped as he stared at the immense body of the god, swallowing thickly as it seemed to grow greater and greater as the distance reduced, making him feel weak, useless, and completely insignificant. He looked around himself in shock, seeing the huge bastions, the reinforced walls, the proud bulwarks and the gigantic artillery pieces in position on top of the towers and along the walls... then he looked back towards the god, his eyes bulging as he took in the sight of the liger's immense biceps, before his attention was embarrassingly but irresistibly drawn down to the twin, galactic cocks of the colossal god. The sight brought tears to his eyes, the Arkangel and Monarch shaking his head in disbelieving awe as he mumbled dejectedly: "Why fighting...? He is invincible..."

The angels around him had come to the same conclusion, and many were already dropping their weapons and running away, charging down the stairs and into the fortress, as if the thick walls could give them any real protection... others broke down into maniacal laughter and hysterical crying, some of them running for the control panels of the gigantic railguns and hammering down on the firing buttons, even though Samael had given no order.

The largely automated system immediately whirred to life, as massive blast doors opened in the floor and a large elevator brought up a truck-sized dart, a robotic arm pushing it into the cannon... and then it was like a dozen thunderbolts hit at once as electricity crackled along the rails and the dart was fired, breaking the sound barrier again and again and again, in a quick succession of blasts that shook the whole fortress.

Dozens of darts were fired from the guns perched on top of the walls, and already the automated system was pushing new munitions into the barrels, new explosions following as the battery fired again, and then again, and again as angels froze with their fists on top of the buttons, staring in terror at the gigantic god.

Killer ignored the darts completely, their tremendous kinetic energy completely incapable to get his attention and their three dozen tons filling of high explosive proving just as useless, the explosions too weak to even just get his massive flaccid cock to giggle.

The railguns continued to crack out shells, tearing the very air with the violence of the darts smashing dozens of time through the sound barrier, but Killer continued to advance, ignoring their efforts, and more and more angels scrambled away from the bulwarks, screaming in terror as tears streaked down their cheeks and a different kind of wetness ran down their legs.

"Find shelter" Find a shelter!" Someone screamed, wide-eyed and looking around himself in shock, trying to find a hiding place that could stand a chance... but Samael found himself snorting loudly, muttering: "Shelter...? There's nothing in existence that can shelter us from that."

His words were met by howls of despair, but Samael could do nothing about it. Should he lie and give them false hopes...? If Killer intended to crush them all out of existence, it would be a very short lived lie. The Arkangel of Death only trembled violently, his fingers clawing into the stone of the parapet as he felt tears roll down his cheeks, his stomach lurching as his loincloth soaked with urine, even as he felt his malehood shrivel and shrink back up inside his body, the shivers making the plates of his armor clang one against the other, the chains jiggling over his body as he groaned and looked down at his own hands, swallowing thickly. He had never felt like that before, never. He was no longer in control of his body, too terrified to flee, too shocked to do anything other than stare at the immense male as he advanced, unstoppable, invincible.

Retribution trembled violently when Killer settled his feet upon the ground, and Samael swallowed as he watched those almighty toes crush the long bridges that crossed the sea of magma, turning them into nothing but powder, sinking every pathetic remain down under the surface of the incandescent ocean. Unsurprisingly, the magma was just like warm water to the titanic being, and Samael could only stare in awe as the god's foot rose out of the magma, then settled down on another stretch of the road leading to Retribution, annihilating the ancient bridges like they weren't even there to begin with. Each step left a deep, immense crater in the crust of the planet, and sent earthquakes rattling the fortress with a vengeance: Samael and the angels of the garrison could only watch on in terrified awe as the mighty towers collapsed, as the thick, ancient walls that had always protected them cracked and crumbled, as the vast courtyard broke apart, a deep canyon tearing open across it as the great, circular bastion in the middle almost split in half, broken like a toy by his mere, distant steps. There was no bracing at that point, as even the thickest walls cracked like biscuits as the ground revolted and collapsed under the power of the immense male, their eyes bulging and their bodies a mess of cold shivers, sweat, tears, drool and fear-induced piss. Each booming step of the god sent a shockwave rippling through Heaven, and everyone in a range of many miles was slammed violently into the air, knocked off balance like a toy, even Samael left to grunt in shock as the ground suddenly vanished from under his feet, before he steadied himself and landed in a crouch, just to be slammed off balance as Killer's foot settled upon the world again.

Inside the fortress, angels were sent flying with such violence that many smashed into the ceilings before falling back to the ground, groaning in pain and shock... and the prisoners in the Unworld Residue cages screamed in anguish as they were sent crashing into the "bars", the dark energy-devouring fluid tearing into their flesh like a fire that couldn't be extinguished. The monsters imprisoned in the solid crystal were unconscious and oblivious to what was happening, but those in the cages were left to panic like babies, deafened by the massive explosions that threw them around like dolls and unable to look out to see what was happening... at least until the thick, window-less sarcophagus of stone that contained the cages cracked apart like an eggshell, a large fissure nearly breaking the building in two as it gave them their first glimpse of the immense god in the distance.

"Please, Lord Killer... please, stop... do not advance further, the fortress is falling apart with your steps! We risk a mass breakout if the prison collapses!" Samael shouted as he managed to crash near a control computer station, picking up the microphone and sending his voice booming out of enormous loudspeakers. "Please, don't move another step!"

Killer, however, did not stop, grinning instead as he gazed down at the vast fortress to see the thick towers crack apart and collapse into piles of rubble, most railguns abandoned and silent, tiny ants running back and forth on top of the walls, seeking an escape route that just did not exist. There it was, the pride of Heaven: in ruins. A defeated pile of rubble that collapsed into dust with his mere steps, while he was still distant.

And finally, his enormous foot rose ponderously into the air, this time casting the castle itself in its mortal shadow, the titanic male spreading his mighty toes teasingly as the whole of Retribution stared from down below, struck into insanity by terror and powerless rage and envy. Pieces of rubble and stone and splatters of magma rained down from Killer's sole, the rocks crashing like meteors into the translucent divine barrier of energy that protected the fortress, and each impact caused the angels below to shiver, stomachs churning as they looked up in fear, knowing that their life could end abruptly, at any moment.

One of the high rank officers in the central bastion decided that if there had ever been an emergency situation calling for the use of the castle's "super weapons" that was it, and the cannons on top of the damaged tower were aimed skywards, their barrels glowing with electricity before black, deadly Unworld Residue flowed up into the firing chamber, contained by the powerful electromagnetic field. It could not be allowed to directly touch anything, as it would consume any kind of material in mere instants... but Samael, looking up at the guns, shook his head with a shiver, remembering how ineffective the dark substance had been already against a normal-sized Killer.

And his grim expectations were proven correct, as the beams of dark matter hit the bottom of the god's toes but failed to inflict any damage on their tough surface, unable to prevent the behemoth from slowly, tauntingly lower his immense foot upon them, covering the whole sky as his toes spread and settled over the dome-shaped barrier, which crackled and sizzled with discharges of energy, immediately appearing overwhelmed and outmatched. Cracks spread through the divine barrier like through glass, and Killer snorted contemptuously from above, mocking their weakness and insignificance as he pressed his toes down with a measured, playful movement. It was more than enough to cause the whole shield to explode, the barrier dissolving in a mist of tiny drops of energy, like stardust that that was quickly blown away as the immense foot rushed downwards, crushing the angels into the ground with the mass of air that it set in violent motion.

"We are done..." Samael whispered, closing his eyes in acceptation of his fate even as shrieks rose high from everywhere around him as the wind compressed them into the ground, bending their spines and grinding them into the pavement, making it impossible for them to do anything... before the titanic foot stopped, suspended above them, looming tormentingly in the sky above, ready to crush them out of existence in any moment.

Killer took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to clear his mind, cursing himself for inflicting such humiliation and torture against Samael and his troops, who were, all in all, allies, not enemies... He shook his head slowly, gritting his teeth and forcing back his lusts, his sheer desire of showing off, of putting his immense force in action, of showing the world who was in charge, and instead he carefully moved his foot away from Retribution, settling it down as slowly and delicately as he could, not to inflict further damage. He had almost lost control... and that just went on to prove that he wasn't quite ready yet for yielding such power and size on a regular base.

Killer looked down at the fortress below, giving the angels a moment to recover from the scare, if it ever was possible... and then he announced quietly: "I'm afraid, Samael, that the day has come. Retribution has fallen... thankfully to me and not to Sikanjal. But the point stands: I must take away the prisoners, and put them into deeper, safer cells, under my custody."

Killer waited for a moment, letting his words sink into the Arkangel's mind and heart... but an answer, unsurprisingly, did not come. Samael was no doubt hesitant at stepping down from his lifelong task, from what was his punishment as well as the greatest honor ever bestowed on him by God.

"Samael, be warned. I'm not giving you a choice, here." Killer calmly added, and the gigantic cliff of stone over which Retribution had been built was rattled violently, some kind of invisible but terrifyingly strong force gripping into the mountain... before the whole island was ripped out of the sea of magma and lifted high into the sky, all the way up to Killer's muzzle, so that the god's eyes glowed directly above the terrified angels. "Retribution is coming away with me regardless of what you'll decide to do. But please, don't force me to kill you all. Portal away from the castle, and I'll do no harm to any of you." The titan paused, then gave a small nod and added: "If you think that your mission as a jailer is not over... if you think that your punishment should continue, you can continue in your role. But it'll be in a new place, in Eaglenest. In fact, you should all head for Eaglenest, if you want to contribute to putting an end to this war and if you can trust me." Killer smiled slightly, looking down at them with a spark of amusement in the deep sapphire of his eyes as he added: "You are not going to like the place if you hate my guts. And, by the way, sorry for the scare. I... overdid it a little."

Samael looked up at the immense god with relief, confusion, hope, rage, terror and humiliation all at the same time. He couldn't help but feel like a flea, standing in a ruined fortress floating in front of a muzzle that could in any moment open and swallow them all like candy. It was a horrifying feeling, and the vision of such spectacular, immense power made his old ambition and lusts burn like they hadn't for so many years, envy gripping his heart and his shriveled malehood and squeezing viciously on both. He would have given his everything for the chance to experience a fraction of that obscene omnipotence that had just destroyed eons of work of gods and angels, without so much as a flex.

The Arkangel sighed, looking around himself to see his soldiers cowering in every corner, staring at him with eyes as wide as plates, nodding frantically to urge him to accept whatever condition would save their lives... and he dropped his head forwards, falling to his knees. There was nothing he could do, other than surrender.

"Every soldier of this garrison is dismissed with honor. You've done everything you could. You are free to choose your future: go to Eaglenest, if you want." Samael clearly announced, shouting his words so that everyone could hear, before he looked up directly towards Killer and, shoving his temptations away, he announced: "My punishment is not over. I will be heading to Eaglenest, to continue serving Lord God in my role of jailer... and to serve our new god as well, for sparing our lives."

Killer gave a small nod of approval, and then opened a wide portal leading to Eaglenest: immediately, the angels of the garrison formed up in orderly rows and walked to the white vortex, stepping into it in couples. They looked shaky and shell shocked, yet they moved orderly and with professionalism, a clear sign of how well Samael had trained them over the years.

Killer was not sure how much of a part his presence and the terror it caused had in their choices, but not one of the angels refused the offer of continuing to serve in Eaglenest. They all walked into the portal, followed by Samael, who paused only briefly on the edge of the vortex to look one last time at the bastions and walls that had been his whole world for so many, uncountable years.

Finally, when they were all gone, Killer allowed the vortex to close before delicately taking the mountain and the fortress on it in one hand, and he floated again into the sky, repressing a warm shiver of delight and lust at his own immense power, closing his eyes as he moved over towns that he could have annihilated with a finger, no, with a mere thought. He was unstoppable, and anything he willed was possible... but the last thing he wanted was to fall again prey to temptation, to his own infinite possibilities.

It was a relief when Eaglenest appeared at his feet, his mind clearing as he smiled softly, knowing that down in the castle there were his disciples, the love of his life, the persons he most cared about. He felt their love, their affection, their trust and their awe as they saw Retribution held in his hand like a toy.

Samael and his angels were down in the courtyard as well, most of them glad for the fact that Killer had already arrived, so that no one was really paying attention to them, to their piss-soaked loincloths, to their sweaty, shaking bodies, their eyes still bulging in shock and fear.

At the same time, they couldn't tear their eyes away from the immense god floating above, the castle wrapped in thick darkness as the gigantic malehood of Killer cast its shadow on them all. They watched in awe as Killer lazily rose his free hand, flicking his wrist leisurely and smirking as the mountain of Eaglenest was cut in half down the middle, the two halves shoved apart by his unstoppable force as Seraphims and Disciples stepped back from the neat cut across the courtyard.

Deep into the two halves of the mountain, far beneath the foundations of the castle, the dark stone exploded into a cloud of dust, and when the fog was blown away by the wind, the Disciples and angels could see a vast, cathedral-like hall, with the walls on either side lined with rows and rows of cells and cages. Chains ending in vicious meat hooks hang from the gothic arches far above, and chains and manacles decorated each immense, tower-sized column. It was a dark temple as well as a prison... and tunnels and galleries expanded the dark dungeon in every direction, as additional levels were carved into the hard stone both above and beneath the main chamber, as a vast terrace formed, looming over the "cathedral" and offering a perfect view of the vast naives.

They could see only a small part of the dungeon, and only from a great distance away, but the little they could see was enough to send shivers of fears and lust alike down the spines of the disciples and lovers of the immense male. Killer turned his gaze down over Retribution, his eyes glowing with power, a grin on his features as the vast prison building simply exploded, its thick walls shattering into dust and gravel as the cages were torn apart, the prisoners floating powerlessly in the air, struggling uselessly against his force... at least until their eyes caught sight of Killer, of his immense fingers looming over them all and making the whole fortress look like a small toy. That sight left them broken and resigned, their limbs going limp as they realized that there was nothing they could hope to accomplish...

The prisoners shrieked in terror as they were sent falling down like meteors, crashing painfully inside the cells in the new dungeon, and they didn't even attempt to crawl out of the dark cages, hiding instead in the far corners and waiting for the doors to close almost with impatience. The closing of the cage, after all, hopefully meant that the giant god wasn't in the mood for playing with them...

The walls and bastions of Retribution were next, as they were ripped out of the ground and stretched like they were made of rubber, their size increasing, their structure becoming stronger, as the wall was settled in position along the edge of the new plateau of Eaglenest, forming a solid, powerful first perimeter of defense that shielded the towns. The bastions were all topped by gigantic railguns, and thick, imposing fences of Godblood blocked the gaps where the rivers leapt off the edge to become cascades.

Higher up, on the second plateau around the Monastery, another insurmountable line of walls and bastions formed near the river of magma, and an even more imposing defensive perimeter descended near the river, forming a formidable barrier.

All that was left of Eaglenest was the central tower, jutting out of a devastated island of dark stone resting in Killer's hand... and even that tower was split in half, cracked and ruined, the thick walls having crumbled in several places and the massive, solid block of crystal within now visible through the fissures and breaches.

Samael watched nervously as the crystal was revealed, knowing the monsters that were locked in that solid, energy-predating prison for eternal punishment... he swallowed thickly as Killer picked the immense cylinder of crystal out of the tower, the tip of his claws busting through the roof with ease and squeezing the block between them, pulling it out like it was nothing but a toy, while the tower collapsed into a pile of rubble.

The titan squeezed the block of crystal between the tips of two fingers, effortlessly shattering the hard cylinder like it was made of brittle glass. That sent a shiver through the crowd, Samael swallowing thickly... but the monsters imprisoned inside were nothing but sheep in front of the lion that Killer was. The behemoth easily took control of them all, crushing them in a psychokinetic grip that they had no hope to counter, even as they struggled and roared and hissed... All their efforts were for nothing, the immense god banishing them into his newly created dungeon, sending them plummeting into the darkness of some of the larger cells, sealing them inside, ready to be used as nothing but toys to satisfy his darkest urges.

As the cages shut closed, the two halves of the mountain slid back towards each other, and merged perfectly as they collided, leaving no sign at all of the separation.

Samael couldn't help but cringe as Killer finally balled his hand in a fist and crushed the island and the pathetic mountains of rubble that were all what remained of Retribution, grinding it all into fine powder that leaked out between his strong fingers. Just like that.

The god moved on without hesitation, not sparing a moment for thinking of the millennia of efforts he had so casually snuffed out of existence, instead touching the high towers of the cathedral of Eaglenest with the tip of one finger, grinning as golden energy flowed like water down the walls of the temple and over the roofs and towers of the monastery, causing the ancient walls to tremble as if alive, before the structures changed, shifted, grew larger and more majestic, new columns rising from the ground before arches leapt from one to the next, new rooms forming, a whole new palace forming in the middle, arranged around the main garden, around the immense, ancient weeping willow that had cast his shadow on Killer many times when he was searching for quiet and isolation to focus on the many books he had had to study.

The outer walls became taller and stronger, new towers and mighty bastions reinforcing the defences and diving the monastery into well defensible quarters while the courtyard ahead of the cathedral expanded massively, becoming a vast prairie... But then the temple itself changed, and began to swallow a big part of the new space as it grew and grew and grew.

It took a moment to the Disciples and angels staring from below to understand the new shape of the temple... but when it became evident, many smirked, feeling that it was appropriate. The temple took the shape of a titanic throne, the façade of it becoming an immense, glorious staircase of marble and platinum and ivory, rising for thousands of steps into the sky, up to a majestic porch. There was a vast, immense temple past its arches... and far above the roof was the seat of the throne.

The top of the stairs was strategically placed: with Killer seating in the throne, the miniscule worshippers would have had to walk right under his immense, ponderous balls to reach the entrance of the sacred rooms. It would have been a wonderful, yet scary and torturous experience: they would have drowned in his mighty, masculine scent, and they would have cowered at each step, knowing that those moon-sized testicles could have shifted and crushed them into pulp in any moment.

The original cathedral was carried up into the sky by the growing, monumental throne, and it ended up becoming the left armrest, its roof flattening and becoming a flat expanse of white marble, covered by a soft cushion of red velvet. The façade shifted and morphed, until gigantic statues took shape, showing Adrasthea, Alcana and the others in the act of holding up the weight of the armrest, while on the opposite side a whole new temple quickly formed, built to the same design.

Two immense, solid towers held up the backrest, dominating the rest of the fortress, looming high above the whole of Heaven, and the inside of the mountain-sized throne was a forest of tunnels, corridors and vast sacred rooms and temples dedicated not just to Killer, but to his Disciples and lovers as well.

It was time for the final touch to his first sanctuary, and for the onlookers it ended up being perhaps the most amazing part, as the gigantic god idly rose a hand and seemingly seized into the sky like it was nothing more than a thin veil, his fingers tearing through reality and sending ungodly, red thunderbolts rippling through its fabric. With astonishing ease, he tore a vast area of reality loose, and he threw this over Eaglenest like it was nothing more than a cloth, covering the fortress with it and thus creating a separate dimension within the universe, putting an impenetrable barrier between the sanctuary and the outside world... before he lightly punched the new dimensional wall he had created, causing the surface of it to explode into thin fragments like it was made of glass, so that it became transparent.

From inside, they could now watch out over the whole of Heaven... but just as easily, Killer looked up and the scenery changed, surrounding them with the vision of open space, bringing their eyes closer to distant planets and ancient, alien stars that they had never seen before. He closed his eyes, and when he reopened them the sky changed again, showing a vast, beautiful ocean all around them... until he finally brought back the see-through and the normal view of Heaven, smiling a bit as he looked down at his friends and Disciples and to his beloved Alexis, announcing: "Well, I think I gave more than enough spectacle for now."

With that, he vanished, and reappeared almost at the same time at Alexis's side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and kissing her cheek lovingly even as the others cheered and clapped...

Before he grinned as the queen tilted her head towards the gigantic Throne-temple. Killer winced a bit at the sight of it, amazed by its obscene proportions, realizing how truly colossal he had been until moments before, when the throne had looked small to his eyes.

But Alexis only licked her lips as she gazed at the miles-tall seat, stroking one hand slowly down his muscular front, until she gripped into the thick, enormous base of his cock, murring in delight at how his body sizzled with energy still, thrumming with power, radiating immense strength. All he had just accomplished had truly been a mere glimpse of his power: he was fully ready, eager, lustful, and hungry for more.

And she shivered in delight as she felt his energies burning in the air, in every wall, in every leaf, in every blade of grass, as his mere breath seemed to expand and develop the Sanctuary he had created: they were in his territory now, in every meaning of the word. Within the sanctuary, he was supreme and limitless, making reality quake and bend to his will with the merest thought.

And as his immense, twin shafts immediately throbbed with power and began to grow towards their glorious, godlike erection, the goddess grinning teasingly into his eyes as she suggested: "I think you should try your throne, lover... and let us show just how much your 'spectacle' impressed us all..."