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Parts of larger games. Focus of the largest and most complex war ever.

Chapter 33: Glacial - Broken wings

Alexis advanced rapidly, Blue Vixen at the ready in her hand and senses in alarm as she whizzed past burning tents and the corpses of the soldiers she had personally slain and the wrecks of the vehicles she had destroyed.

It was a sight impressive, but also disturbing. Kolna had let his whole army being whipped off without even stepping into the fight... And now Alexis was thinking to the only possible reason for such an action: he had prepared an ambush for her a perfect ambush in the middle of the camp, where his tent was... And he wanted her as tired as possible from the fighting already faced, so to have an easier work.

Asshole... She thought with bitter, vicious amusement, grinning as she charged past the last block of tents and into the large square-crossroad where the enormous, palace-like tent of the commander was.

Her eyes widened in alarm the very same moment her boot touched the apparently desert square, her gaze immediately whizzing out to the right side as she leapt up into the air in the same fluid, graceful movement, her icy eyes glaring at a tangle of threatening tentacles of red steel that flashed out of apparently nowhere and whizzed at her in a vicious attack.

The blond femme fatale leapt over the first, glaring down to see the 60 feet long appendage gleam with malicious reflections of light over its razor-sharp, triangular-shaped sections, but any further analysis was forcibly delayed as she had to arch her back to avoid a second tentacle, which stretched even longer as it whizzed past her, missing, and Alexis stared as it turned on itself in midair and moved back to attack her, just as she kicked her boots over another of the weird but deadly weapons and cut another in two with a quick lash of Blue Vixen.

She brought her legs up as another tentacle furiously stabbed forwards, and she kicked her boots into this with a snarl as she slashed her huge sword in a rising, diagonal arc that sliced in half a few of the other red, impossible and endless robotic growths, growling as she fought to keep the balance over the tentacle, that was now swaying back and forth violently, trying to unsaddle her.

Alexis winced as a tentacle coming from behind moved too fast and she didn't dodged it rapidly enough, feeling the cold edge of steel cutting a fine gash in her hip as the deadly appendage tore a hole across her black leather jacket as it danced in the air behind her. She swore under her breath and immediately spun on the spot, dancing between many other merciless stabs and slashes as she pulled her arms out of the tearing jacket, freeing herself and staying now shirtless, wearing only her bra of black leather as the tentacle torn her jacket to shreds and arched into the air to come back down chasing her, and the femme fatale ducked it with a dancer's move as she snarled at the awareness that the robotic appendages seemed to have the ability to lengthen at they pleased... And there's definitely no machinery that can do that...

She cursed under her breath, ducking another stab and simultaneously arching her back forwards to let another tentacle shot harmlessly past her, frighteningly close, and yet far enough that it didn't even brush her back, and without a pause she twisted, grasping the wild tentacle she was balancing over with a hand and lifting herself up high into the air, to avoid three more attacks, which sunk with tremendous violence into the ground, tearing large, deep trenches into the earth. In the same moment, anyhow, she had already cut her blade through the three tentacles, the severed halves of which fell to the ground and twitched horribly, like agonizing, living beings, even as electricity crackled down their lengths, while Alexis had to quickly scissor her long, endless legs open to let avoid another vicious stab, and then she quickly closed them to avoid two more.

She snarled and forced her strength down her arm, throwing herself high up into the air with one hand only and spinning once between the chasing tentacles, avoiding every one of them as she moved elegantly and rapidly in a mortal dance, using her powers to see the twists of the energies around her, sensing the movements of the terrible machinery before they even started and twisting her feminine, enchanting body in what looked like a sensual dance, but was instead a fight for life to avoid the tentacles that now whizzed angrily around her, coming from all sides with their cruel stabs, even as many tentacles had been already severed and now crackled with electricity...

But there's too much... shouldn't they have been thirty or so...?

She tried to concentrate, even as she quickly jumped from tentacle to tentacle, twisting agilely out of the way of the incoming attacks, and she suddenly had a clear vision in her mind... A great energy was being infused into one of the many appendages, to her right... Alexis immediately turned in this direction, even as she ducked under a furious stab, and she grimaced at the sight: one of the tentacles she had cut in half was quickly growing back to its full sizes and dangerousness.

She had not even time to curse for the new discover, since a much larger energy caught her attention, and her gaze turned quickly to her front to look at the greatest one of Kolna's robotic whips, her eyes narrowing in a furious glare.

The enormous, thick appendage, looking almost like a scorpion's tail, was thick as three of the other tentacles put together at the very least, and it ended in a vicious piece of steel shaped almost like the point of a fountain pen, deadly sharp and with a scary, pointed edge. Two glowing overtures, almost like eyes, were staring at her cruelly, emotionlessly, and gleaming of a threatening red light. She could feel energy accumulating into those eyes, second by second growing, and her icy eyes narrowed when her mind pictured exactly what was going to happen in the next few seconds...

Alexis immediately kicked herself high into the air and flipped backwards, the tentacles shooting up and lengthening effortlessly to follow her movements and continue the chase, even as she landed with the point of a single, booted foot on one of the poles that were lined up in the middle of the huge, long tents of the camp to sustain them.

She leapt up again as the first robotic appendage smashed into the tent, shattering the pole to fragments and smashing down the whole tent before ripping past two more and arching in the air to whiz back for another attack.

Several more followed this closely, and she leapt over one stab while cutting neatly across three more with a slash of Blue Vixen, and in the same moment, the scorpion's tail acted exactly as she had clearly seen in advance.

Black flames erupted in a hurricane of overwhelming heat from one of the 'eyes', rising to the sky a frightening growl that overcome every other noise, even the gloom rumble of artillery in the distance. The second eye seemed to fire a laser, instead: a fine, straight beam of glowing darkness that chased after her as she flipped in the air and twisted on her side in midair to avoid the blow.

The laser followed her implacably, cutting in half everything it touched and drawing a burning, smoking line in the earth, where the ground glowed crimson with the unbearable heat. The laser cut across tents and then drew a line across the road between two of the districts of the camp as Alexis leapt over to the top of a tent there. The beam of darkness cut in half a truck like it was a form of butter, and it immediately exploded to shreds of metal that glowed white with inconceivable heat, melting and dripping incandescent fluid everywhere as they were fired around like slivers of a grenade.

Alexis cursed and quickly jumped down the tent, hiding behind it for a moment as the incandescent rain burned large holes across it... And then the ligeress turned back to stare in horror at the hurricane of flames, which was erasing the whole district to chase after her: every tent, vehicle, any survivor that may have been hiding in there, everything was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The femme fatale immediately sidestepped and spun on herself, sliding out of the way a moment before the weird black laser effortlessly cut the tent in half where her back had been a blink before, and she quickly leapt away to avoid the raging inferno of black flames that flooded the whole area around.

She spun in midair with a snarl as she sensed the tentacles coming for a revenge, and she bent her legs up, crouching in midair as one shot past her, just below her boots. She immediately bent forwards, arching her back to let another appendage whiz harmlessly above her, and she grinned as she slashed Blue Vixen upwards, cutting the growth in two halves as she slammed her feet onto the tentacle beneath, quickly running along its sharp, razor-like edge, in a show of balance that no equilibrist in the world would have ever tried to match.

She charged down the robotic appendage, even as this shook and waved itself like a wild stallion, slamming with booming rumble into the ground and arching into the air to try and make her fall, white all the other tentacles shot at her and tried to stab into her powerful, beautiful body, but it was like trying to trap air with a net as she moved to anticipate every attack: a tilt of her head, a leap up, an arch of her back, and she slid out of the way, before slashing Blue Vixen down in a vengeance and cutting the whips into pieces.

She wasn't left completely untouched, of course... But the smears gashes on her powerful body weren't even enough to distract her as she charged forwards, her senses in maximum alarm.

The mines... the Decapitator mines... where he's hiding them...?

She snarled and quickly ducked as the scorpion's tail emerged in front of her, and the black laser shot above her, losing itself in the distance, even as Alexis felt pearls of sweat running down her muscular back just for the proximity of the beam. Its heat was unbearable, and she felt her whole body like it was on fire, wincing with a snarling snort at the terrible feeling of agony, and wondering with horror how it had to feel to be actually hit... But probably you'd die before truly feeling anything...

The worst, anyway, came one second later, when she saw ancient runes glow threateningly all along the scorpion-tail, and in her mind she saw the usual ghost images of energies, recognizing herself and a discharge of terrible power, which looked like electricity, coming from the robotic appendage. She realized with shock that there wasn't a way to avoid it, even as she jumped to the side and grasped a tentacle, ignoring the way the steel torn her glove and cut into the palm of her hand, wincing at the pain and at the blood that rolled immediately down her elbow and arm as she flipped around the metallic, sharp whip in a complete arc.

Nothing of what she did was enough, since the weird, unknown energy twisted in the air and followed her movements like a thinking being.

Her eyes widened in fury and horror as the strange energy wrapped around her elbows and ankles: it looked like electricity, but she felt almost nothing... Anyhow, differently from any kind of chain, or rope of steel, that she could snap with a bare flex of her muscles, these restraints seemed invincible, much as she tried to free herself, pulling and pushing with all of her immense strength.

She was knocked down from the tentacle and slammed down into a tent, knocking it down before her back was smashed into the ground, making her release an almost masculine grunt of agony. To her horror, she felt her arms and legs being pulled in position against her will, and her eyes stared with disgust at herself, pinned to the ground in a crucifix position.

Alexis snarled in fury, and immediately tried to push herself up seating, pulling her arms up from the ground with all of her strength, her muscles bulging as she arched her back so much that it almost hurt... but she did not manage much more than lifting her elbows barely a few inches up from the ground, the crackling energy that kept her imprisoned glowing white and tightening even more its grasp as she panted, her fangs gritted and her wonderful features snarling with rage.

"You fucking coward!" She roared, struggling against her restraints. "Not even now you have the courage to show your ugly face! You asshole, I can see your energy anyhow, I know where you are! And I swear, I'll crumble you after I smash your little pathetic balls to pulp!"

"I don't think so." Kolna's voice was amused and calm as you can be before cutting yourself a piece of cake. It made Alexis even more furious, considering also that the voice came from well far away. The commander of the RA army she had slaughtered early was still hiding where he had first been... where he had waited to ambush her.

"I'll make sure you'll never smile again, disgusting little bug that you are." Alexis snarled, and her eyes burned with a violence that she hadn't shown that often in her life. The icy, furious determination in her eyes made the blood freeze into the veins.

"Huh-huh." Kolna teased. "You can't even see me. You are pinned. How threatening! Yeah, I'm shivering in terror."

The ligeress didn't answered to his stupidity, not even countering that she could see him perfectly, even if not with her eyes, glaring instead to the sky above herself as she saw the whole tangle of tentacles moving to loom above her, the scorpion-tail arched over all the other appendages, the dark laser gleaming as it gathered up all the energy it could. It wasn't a fight. It was an execution.

And she snarled as she saw the Decapitator mines come in the slice of sky above, hovering silently over her, and still looking like a swarm of enormous, deadly hornets buzzing with rage.

Alexis made another attempt to break free, roaring as she pulled with her enormous strength, almost managing to seat up as her aura glowed in sapphire flames around her, the female roaring in a mix of fury and, for perhaps the first time in all her life, fear, as she ignored the pain coming from where the restrains of energy bit violently into her elbows...

But it was useless. She was pulled back down, panting harshly and glaring up at the tentacles... And several of those exploded, vanishing in a cloud of melted steel and titanium, making her grin slightly.

If I have to go, I'll at least make sure to go with a last bang, Killer...

She heard with enormous pleasure the howl of agony of Kolna in the distance, and she glared with all of her power up at the tentacles, that all together dived towards her for the final blow.

A tremendous blast of her power neatly melted three more of the enormous appendage, several others blowing up into nothingness, burned away by her sheer rage, titanium alloy vaporizing with the power carried by her glare, but more came down to hit her...

And she blinked in surprise when the remained tentacles smashed with a rumble of thunder against an invisible barrier, which glowed sapphire at the contact, repealing the attacks with irresistible force.

The robotic appendages swayed in the air like confused people after a very strong blow to the head, looking uncertain about diving again, and Alexis grinned in vicious, merciless pleasure as she snarled and quickly blasted her power against the leftover, erasing a few more of the tentacles, until even the last one exploded, after another useless blow against the solid barrier.

Alexis knew well, anyway, that once the super-laser was loaded and ready, the barrier would have been useful. There was no way to stop light from passing across her energy like it wasn't even there...

But her attention was drawn away from the problem as the Decapitator mines started to dive towards her in a vicious attack: tens and tens of mines, perhaps more than one hundred, rippling with conic self-forming projectiles anti-tank that looked like monstrous thorns and with their surface separated in hundreds of pre-fragmented slivers of tungsten, ready to pierce across everything when the mine exploded in midair after maneuvering close to the target with their compressed-air thrust system.

Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, and again, a vision in her mind helped her choosing her move: she stretched her fingers upwards and closed her eyes for a second, gathering up her energy and pushing her force towards her hands.

Small but deadly spheres of glowing sapphire light appeared over each of her fingers, and she grinned before firing them up: like missiles, the mini-spheres whizzed silently up into the air, effortlessly passing across the barrier around her and shooting towards the incoming mines, each sphere maneuvering to engage a target, chasing for it inexorably.

And Alexis's grin grew wider, merciless and darkly amused, as the Decapitator mines hit exploded in midair, their slivers blowing up all around in large areas and tearing across other mines, causing new explosions before the remaining, mortal devices broke their formation and spread wider into the sky, at security range one from the other.

The femme fatale stared at the rain of slivers that smashed into the barrier like bursts of automatic fire, seeing the ground all around her erupt in clouds of smoke and dirt as the rain of fragments ploughed the whole area with tremendous violence, changing the ground in a moonlike scenario of desolation and destruction, while she fired upwards more spheres of her energy.

A moment later, anyhow, the restraints of energy glowed red with Kolna's fury, and more ropes of energy snapped out, wrapping over her hands to stop her attacks, and she stared in horror at the scorpion tail as it moved for the final attack, the laser ready to pierce across her defense, and across her body to kill her.

She tried to break free again, but with the same depressing results of earlier, and now she could hear Kolna laugh in the distance... and the sound was so hateful it seemed to make her body burn with rage.

Her eyes burned with the very same flames of fury, and she gathered all of her power to blast out her psychic power towards the menacing robotic appendage... and she panted, staring in a mix of surprise and relief as the scorpion-tail was hit and torn in two halves, her blast of force shattering the long metallic structure in the middle.

The severed half fell to the ground with a loud rumble, which was covered by the roar of rage and agony of Kolna, which in turn made Alexis grin in delight. Her pleasure was even greater when she felt herself finally free again, released by the restraints of demonic energy, that had vanished suddenly with the destruction of their source.

The blond femme fatale kicked herself back up on her feet, grinning as she rolled her muscular shoulders a bit and glared over to the remains of the scorpion tail: the runes carved in the titanium were glowing red, and the metal turned white with heat, before it melted and vanished into nothingness under her eyes... And she could always swear to have heard a howl of agony coming from the robotic piece.

She had no time to hesitate, anyway, since the sensors mixed into the still huge swarm of Decapitators had framed her, and the whole swarm of mines was moving to attack her, the deadly cylinders, filled of explosive and thought to erase whole platoons and armored vehicles with their deadly slivers, diving down towards her.

She throw herself forwards with an easy leap, and went into a roll with a grunt as the first explosion shook the world around her, before the cloud of slivers tempested the ground like enormous, steely hail, pulverizing even the rocks and digging craters everywhere as she brought herself out of range, before slamming a hand into the earth, her fingers drawing trenches in the ground as she slid to a stop and reared up on a arm, throwing her body up elegantly into the air just before other mines dived on her position and exploded.

She flipped in midair, and closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating to her best to find the position of the sensors, the eye-balls filled with thermal cameras that hovered somewhere in the middle of the swarm and targeted the mines...

When her eyes snapped open, she was grinning, even though she had landed on toe-tips on top of a solitary pole of steel, the tent of which had been burned to ashes earlier, and three more mines had exploded in midair, following her movements but not rapidly enough.

She closed her eyes again, moving rapidly to flex, duck and twist out of the way, dancing a crazy waltz between the clouds of slivers incoming, and holding up her hand to fire another hail of spheres of her energy, before leaping away from other incoming mines.

The spheres couldn't have resembled missiles more than that: they whizzed into the swarm of mines, leaving behind long streaks of sapphire light as they maneuvered past the mines, to chase special, well chosen targets: a moment later, the first of the spheres of transparent, bullet-proof glass filled with thermal cameras and lasers to track the targets exploded in shreds, and the other sensors followed a moment later, leaving the Decapitators hovering stupidly, blind, without a clue about Alexis's position.

It lasted only for a short moment, through. The time for her to sprint back towards the position where she could clearly see the energy signature of Kolna, and all the mines left made a strict turn to dive towards her bloodthirstily.

"Destroying the sensors won't help you, Alexis. My eyes command the mines!" Kolna's voice proudly announced, but it wasn't a novelty for her... She had been warned about that. Anyway, she could notice a slight degrade in the efficiency of the Decapitator, now that the whole swarm was guided only by Kolna's glare... The times of answer were a bit longer.

Alexis continued to charge, straight towards Kolna, who evidently still believed to be invisible to her, because he staid motionless, guiding the mines following her, growling in irritation as the ligeress leapt forwards, landing on her hands and flipping three times at great speed, four Decapitator mines exploding uselessly behind her as she moved so rapidly, and finally, the femme fatale rolled to a crouch and rose her hand to fire another barrage of spheres of energy, which smashed into the mines and made them explode, one after the other, until she grinned at the sight of the sky, finally bare of the monstrous devices.

She stood up, grinning as she rolled her shoulders a bit and cracked her neck calmly, unfazed by the fact that around her for a range of perhaps half a mile, slivers and explosions had transformed that angle of earth in a more than realistic landscape of the moon's surface, ignoring the haze of smoke and dust that lazily moved in the air around her. She turned towards Kolna, and rose up a hand, charging a sphere of her energy, and moving her palm slowly from side to side, almost if she was searching her target.

"Maybe you did not understand..." She snorted teasingly, suddenly stopping her movement, her palm aimed squarely at the invisible Kolna as she fired off her blast of energy, staring at the massive explosion that happened when the sphere collided with, apparently, nothingness. "... I see you. I see everything that possesses energy of some kind."

Finally, Kolna seemed to accept that she could see him, and he stepped forwards with a light, irritate growl. Around him, something flickered, and a sort of dome of energy become evident for a moment before vanishing, finally ceasing the enchantment of invisibility and showing Kolna, standing over twenty feet tall thanks to the massive, improved exoskeleton he was wrapped into. The massive machinery was silvery, just like his enormous, mechanic angel wings. The legs of the exoskeleton were slightly bent forwards, and looked like they could allow a formidable agility to the commander. They ended in enormous, solid and square "feet" of steel that looked heavy and strong enough to crush mostly anything, and the upper part of the exoskeleton wrapped perfectly around the bulky, muscular body of the tiger, who had the face completely masked into the visor-left senses augmentation system helmet.

From his back, between the two gigantic wings, jutted out the remains of the tentacles and of the scorpion tail she had severed: her psychic power, differently from the blade of Blue Vixen, had apparently carried a power so great that the massive robotic appendages did not manage to regenerate. Anyway, she noticed a massive, triple tail of titanium, rippling with enormous curving spikes that looked definitely deadly... And Kolna had the left arm ending in a tangle of massive whips made of some unrecognizable material, which anyway glowed white with tremendous heat. The other robotic arm ended in a massive hand of steel, currently tightly grasping the handle of a massive, double ended plasma sword: a ten feet long blade of incandescent liquid plasma jutted from both extremities of the handle in the middle.

"So eager to die, you are..." Kolna snarled as he suddenly charged forwards. A single flex of the robotic legs, and he seemed to slide forwards weightlessly, moving at incredible speed, making Alexis grunt as she backstepped and kicked her feet into the ground, leaping up and arching her back over a lash of the multiple whips as the massive plasma blade whizzed angrily just above her, in a vicious horizontal cut.

She landed on her hands on the other side of the whips, and she kicked up a feet, aiming to the helmet of the rival: she only did manage to smash her boot into his thickly armored chest, trough, as one of the deadly tails immediately shot to the side to hit her arms.

She quickly launched herself up and flipped into the air, landing on her feet at fair distance.

Shot him is useless... The electro-magnetic shield would stop even a battleship's barrage... And if I touch his sword, game over. And even his whips, sincerely... they look like they'd melt me like an ice cream if I touch them...

Her eyes widened with a snarl when the exoskeleton effortlessly leapt up forty feet into the air, diving towards her and shooting out the white-hot whips, which, just like the tentacles, lengthened themselves impossibly to stab at her.

The femme fatale sidestepped quickly, the first slash drawing an incandescent wound in the ground before Kolna moved the arm outwards and scourged the tangle of whips towards her, forcing her to leap up over the deadly weapons.

Kolna came down with a roar, cutting his plasma blade in an arc, trying to hit her with both the terminations of the blade, but the femme fatale leapt back to safety... A moment before a vision in her mind made her eyes widen in horror.

She turned just in time to see two of the severed tentacles shot out from behind him and stab towards her, wrapped around two plasma rods like the ones of the SAS supersoldiers. She avoided the first attack, but the tails of Kolna shot out and one smashed into her booted foot, making her fall backwards with a grunt.

Immediately, she rolled first to a side, then to the other as the two plasma rods came down viciously, and then the femme fatale kicked herself up to a crouch.

The massive plasma sword shot perhaps an inch over her head, that she had bent forwards knowing what was going to happen: the blade had pierced the ground exactly where her head had been a second before.

Kolna growled in irritation, but that fleeting second was enough for her to slash Blue Vixen twice: one time to the left, one to the right. In the same fluid, graceful move, she sheathed the huge sword on her back, hands shooting out in time to grasp the handles of the two plasma rods falling from the tentacles she had once more severed...

And she glared out a blast of psychic force as the whips shot towards her viciously, making the gigantic rival stagger backwards with a grunt as she rolled backwards and threw herself up to flip in the air and land on her feet, plasma weapons at the ready.

Immediately, she found the whips stabbing forwards with a threatening hiss, Kolna having forecasted her new position with the SAS helmet and the Spirit device, but she quickly slashed the twin plasma rods in a cross in front of herself, grinning as the whips were effortlessly sliced and the severed pieces fell to her feet, writhing like living beings...

And she was horrified by seeing the rest of the whips arch and writhe in the air with a frightening, ears-piercing whimper of agony.

Just what the Hell is this...

Kolna flapped his wings once, and he shot forwards at absurd speed, roaring his fury as he protruded his arm forwards and the whips, even if severed, lashed out at her once more, each one with a different tactic and angle of attack, trying to saturate her capability to forecast their moves...

What the Hell... they are... alive...

Her mind crowded up with the ghost images of the attacks to come, and she moved in consequence: dodge to the left, slash upwards to cut another whip, twist of her back, slash to the sides to stop two other appendages that had tried a large attack to pierce her hips from the two sides... And then she glared forwards with a snarl to vaporize with a blast of psychic force a large tangle of whips that shot straight towards her heart.

She panted as she backstepped and continued to defend herself, the eye of her mind observing the moves of Kolna himself, who suddenly shot high into the air with another flap of the mighty wings of steel... he spun on himself once, high into the sky... and then he dived, aiming to her back as his whips, now of absurd, impossible length, continued to engage her from all sides...

She threw her head backwards, staring upwards to the rival even as she let her body dance in the middle of the attacks, and she blasted all the force she managed to gather in that short instant.

Like a meteor, a lighting of sapphire light shot towards Kolna, who flapped his wings rapidly to avoid the blow... And a second later, he howled in agony as the blast of energy invested his arm, melting away the exoskeleton and the whips jutting from it, breaking his bones, burning his flesh...

And finally, Alexis fell to a crouch, panting as the whips vanished into nothingness in front of her, hating their howl of agony, which resembled the shriek of a cub being beaten. It made her mind crowd with horrible images... it made her soul twist with the awareness that her own sons were so far away from her, at home, without their mother...

Kolna landed heavily behind her, and she immediately spun on herself, snarling as stop a vicious stab of the massive plasma blade with her twin, much thinner ones, grunting as she was forced down, falling backwards on her shoulders.

The huge, robotic tiger growled with a distinct note of triumph for a moment, but Alexis grinned and he immediately tried to dodge as the Spirit told him what was going to happen... But the femme fatale was faster.

She bent her legs up, knees touching her sumptuous bosom for a moment, and then both boots shot up and smashed squarely into his helmet, warping it and rising to the sky a sickening crack, followed by a gurgling howl of agony as blood exploded from below the helmet.

"I promised you, scrap-iron pile! You'll never laugh again." She mercilessly grinned, having shattered his jaws and fangs horribly... And he staggered backwards, quickly reaching a safe distance, probably remembering her other threat...

But Alexis shot back up to her feet, even if panting harshly, and she blasted another blow of psychic force against Kolna, who was knocked backwards, skidding on the ground as his exoskeleton was shattered at the front.

He immediately tried to stand, but the blond femme fatale already loomed over him, her vicious grin frightening as he slashed the enormous sword up, only to see the thick blade trapped between the two plasma rods she held.

Her grin grew wider. He snarled. A high-heeled boot came down with violence on his crotch, and there was a crack of armor shattering because of her enormous strength, a sickening squish of tortured meat, a deafening howl of agony.

"I always keep my promises." Alexis snarled down at him, pushing forwards with her immense power, forcing the thick blade of Kolna to move, slowly but inexorably, not towards her body but towards his neck, her feet twisting cruelly over the ruins of his obliterated crotch, blood spilling over her leather boots as he cried in the worst possible agony.

In that moment, her eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately arched her back backwards, twisting out of the way as a massive, high caliber bullet whizzed past, smashing into a wrecked container and exploding inside, tearing the metal to shreds.

Kolna took the chance to force back against her, and he stood up, even if blood streaked out from under his helmet and especially from his destroyed crotch. "That's... Mordred... best sniper... ever... He'll kill you..."

"It still has to born the sniper that beats me." Alexis snarled back, and she twisted his sword between hers, pulling him in front of herself, as a shield, as she pushed again forwards, the plasma blade reaching nearer and nearer to his neck...

And even so, a bullet whizzed over the shoulder of the twenty-feet tall half-robot and cut a painful smear into Alexis's shoulder, which had been exposed for a mere blink... And she snarled in pain and rage, but finally Kolna was decapitated by his own sword, falling to the ground in a ruined heap.

Immediately, Alexis leapt to the side, rolling into one of the deepest craters in the field, staying as low as possible as she pushed her back against the slope of the crater, listening to the absolute silence of the night and panting, her breath the only noise she could hear.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, scanning the whole area with her senses... but a long, endless minute later, she was forced to admit that somehow, the sniper was masked entirely, even to her capability to see the energies of things and persons.

The Invisible Uniform... Then it's true... they have developed a system that erases any kind of signature... And incorporates even a shielding to hide the energy of the soldier...

She briefly regretted not having with her the handy system of wearable microphones of the Predators, the system capable to locate the source of the enemy fire by the noise... But it won't help anyway... He's using some kind of absolutely silent rifle; otherwise, I would have heard the shot myself... It may be a rail-gun system... using electro-magnetic fields to fire the bullet, the noise must be null...

She glanced up, and saw the wrecked container out of the crater: it had been entirely shattered by the shrapnel, and what was left of the walls bulged outwards stupidly.

It would explain the absurd power and caliber of the rounds, too. I wish I had my rifle as well, now... She made a grimace, but she quickly chased the thought away and pushed the boom microphone of her visor closer to her mouth.

"Kolna killed. I'm fine, but stay the hell away from here. I'm pinned by a sniper, and it looks like a serious hardass... just stay back until the area is clear. We don't need dead heroes."

"Alright, majesty. Be careful." Was the answer of Murray, and she pulled a sigh of relief, realizing that they were all fine.

And now, show me just how much you're worth, mister "greatest sniper ever"...

Alexis glanced around herself, and smiled when she saw a large rock near her booted foot. She kicked it up and grasped the rock in her hand, before throwing it up out of the crater without exposing her arm.

The silence staid total, until the rock hit the ground. No shots.

Nothing... Smart ass. He sure has cold blood, through... many snipers would fire on instinct and reveal their position...

Alexis reached for the leather holster at her thigh, drawing out the massive Desert Storm handgun, and she rose it up, aiming carefully out of the crater, exposing only the small digital sight, so to receive the images from the camera mounted inside, directly on her visor. The first thing she noticed, was that Kolna's corpse had vanished, which made her frown in surprise... But her reconnaissance was immediately stopped, as a bullet smashed into the sight of the gun and destroyed it.

"Fuck." Alexis muttered, holstering the gun bad temperedly. He has good aim... This target was considerably smaller than the rock, and exposed only by an inch or so. And its rifle is definitely some kind of rail gun... The bullet it's so fast I don't quite manage to see its energy until the last moment. But I have an idea of just where he may be, now...

Alexis reflected some more on the fleeting perception she had had of the energy of the bullet incoming, considerably reducing the area where she needed to search...

But definitely, if I put a finger out of here, he'll hit me... I need a good bait... He must reveal himself...

Alexis closed her eyes and concentrated, closing the world outside as she tried to take full grasp over her aura, over the powers she still was just starting to learn and know... Just like the barrier that earlier saved her, and that she didn't even know how she had created, she was instinctively sure to have the ability to come out of this mess... It's all about finding it...

Sapphire flames danced around her silently, warmly, her aura glowing as she let her thoughts wander inside her own being, as she focused and meditated on her own abilities... And finally, when her eyes slowly opened, she blinked in surprise as she stared at a second Alexis, made of sapphire energy, who was grinning cheerfully back at her.

She was perfect, even though she was... well, made of energy, and it still was evident even as she took color: she continued to glow a good bit.

He'll think it's my aura, anyway...

"So... huh. Can you distract him...?" Alexis quietly asked, and her copy made of energy winked with a grin that made her almost laugh. She's truly just like me...

The blond femme fatale lowered herself even more into the crater, and carefully unsheathed Blue Vixen, checking the submachine gun and ensuring that it was ready to fire, before looking to her twin made of energy and nodding.

The false Alexis moved with prudence, just like the true Alexis would have, making the trap all the more alluring... She crouched out of the crater, and then sprinted towards a container, but the shot came, inexorable.

Alexis grinned as she felt the bullet come with her powers. Her grin grew even wider as she jumped up from the crater and aimed Blue Vixen squarely in the direction of the source of fire, imagining the moment of astonishment of the sniper, sure to have hit her, and that was instead still taking aim at a female made of energy, which had been pierced like air by the bullet, with no effect at all.

The true Alexis, through, did not fell in error. Even without a scope helping her, even with just the tiny iron sight mounted on the handle of her sword, her shot was perfect. The massive .50 bullet traveled in the air and up towards the top of the tower in the north-east corner of the camp, aimed apparently at nothingness... But Alexis was sure of what she was doing.

And a blink-time later, the femme fatale saw the sniper fade into existence. She saw the bulky male, wrapped into a black, tight uniform that had been invisible until a moment before, and now was crackling with electricity... And she saw the helmet of the soldier, the visor cracking as the bullet smashed right into this... And the sniper, struck in full face in that way, fell down from the tower and onto the hard ground below, leaving Alexis standing, a grin on her features as her copy made of energy vanished with a last smirk.

"You have to eat a lot more stuff before you can claim to be a sniper as good as me, little boy..."

Killer faced Khaari, the two giants finally face to face. Khaari "Red Wings" stood at arms crossed in front of the entrance of his enormous, palace-like tent, his expression hidden by the usual SAS helmet, which was, just like the massive exoskeleton and the huge wings, painted of dark red.

He stood perhaps twenty-five feet tall over the slightly bent, massive legs of steel of the robotic machinery he was wrapped into... impossible to say if he was so massive, or how much was added to him by the robotic plant. Killer could not see weapons deployed, for the moment, if not the swarm of Decapitator mines that threateningly hovered fifty feet above, into the sky.

The liger advanced calmly, Wyvern balanced over one shoulder and eyes concentrated over the rival, who didn't move, nor gave sign to have noticed Killer at all...

The liger made a grimace and snorted impatiently, irritated by the indifference of the other, who had just let his whole army being whipped off without a blink... And furious at the way he ignored his presence in such challenging, arrogant way.

You believe you are the thought one here, isn't so...? How much wrong you are, dude... "You are here to actually fight, or to laze around like that...?" The huge liger asked mildly, and finally the other gave sign to notice his presence as he straightened and laughed.

"I'm sure you know... I'm here specifically to kill you." The other announced in Farsi, and Killer frowned a bit as he let his mind wander back in time to recover all what he remembered of the eastern language... But the exoskeleton-wearing commander of the Ra continued, this time in impeccable English. "Sorry... Evidently, I was supposing too much by thinking you knew my language."

"I know it..." Killer snorted back, and the other waved a hand dismissively, before the liger made a grimace. "Where you were while your army was sliced...? Hiding?" The huge male asked it with all the possible distaste: he was a general, and such indifference for the fate of the soldiers was for him absolutely inconceivable... And a horrible sign of useless, gratuitous cruelty.

"Hiding..." Red Wings snorted with slow, disgusted voice, a grimace surely twisting his hidden features. "No, Wyvern, no... I was reading the trap you've just stepped into."

Killer's eyes widened, and he glared quickly from side to side, trying to take signs of danger, but there was nothing out of place... Until, suddenly, Khaari snapped his fingers and a circle of ancient runes appeared in the ground, all around the huge liger, for a range of perhaps thirty feet at the most, the symbols glowing blood-red as a translucent dome of reddish energy appeared over him, trapping the huge liger inside, together with his rival.

Killer slammed a fist into the barrier of energy, and it flickered angrily, glowing dark red for a second, but the fist that would have smashed a hole into any kind of wall of concrete produced on the dome no other effect at all.

The liger snarled a bit, making a grimace, but he quickly turned back to Red Wings, grinning as he readied Wyvern in front of himself. "What a waste of time and lives... Do you fear I might leave the fight ad run away or what...? I never did it, and I sure will not do it because of you." He looked around himself a bit, and made a bit of a grimace. "Besides, this is a pretty cramped place where to fight. You could at least make it a bit wider."

"Who said this will contain our fight...?" Red Wings teasingly announced, holding out his arms to point at the dome of energy. "This is made to imprison you, not me." He backstepped, and effortlessly moved across the dome, stepping out of the prison it made up, and Killer imagined an immense, patronizing grin on his face. I so hate not seeing their expressions...

"And you shouldn't worry..." Red Wings continued, his voice now teasing in a way that made Killer's blood boil. "We all know that the great Wyvern won't back out from a fight. I only... took measures to make our fight a bit more interesting."

"Cheating loser." Killer muttered with a grimace, pressing his back against the wall of the dome, but unsurprisingly finding that much as he pushed, the trap amazingly resisted to his tremendous strength.

"I like to play." Red Wings countered with irritating joy. "This prison will reduce your freedom of movement greatly... and it will impose a timer on your life."

Killer snarled, glaring at his rival as he rose a hand and snapped his fingers once more, and the dome glowed with threatening, unbearable blood-red light that almost hurt the eyes... But much worse, the huge liger felt distinctly more tired. Wyvern grew suddenly sensibly heavier in his hand, and he felt his energies being sucked away, which made him snarl in a mix of horror and fury. "Thief, too." The liger growled, and Red Wings laughed with a tone that made Killer grit his fangs in hate. I'm so going to kick your ass for this...

"You are definitely crammed with energy. Too much, I find... So, the dome will be sucking your power away, steadily, for all the fight. I'm curious to see just how long you will last before you fell away to drained dust. Many at this point were already gone..." Khaari announced, and he walked again into the dome, his grin invisible but so wide that it was impossible not to sense it. "You have no way out, Wyvern. Even if I don't kill you in fight, your time is drawing towards its end anyway."

"We'll see about that." Killer snarled, and he grabbed the handle of Wyvern with both hands as he sprinted forwards the few steps needed to strike at his rival in the narrow space. I must end this rapidly...

Red Wings moved at the last moment, jumping backwards with a lazy flap of his wings, and he moved across the walls of energy, exiting from the dome and leaving Wyvern to slam noisily and uselessly into the luminescent wall. Killer winced, as the dome glowed even more wickedly, and he felt another wave of his energy leaving his body, making him grit his fangs at the feeling of agony it gave him... And he helplessly stared as Red Wings smashed his fists into the ground, rising a cloud of dust as an arrow of silver light shot right towards him, cracking open even the earth.

Killer jumped backwards and sidestepped to avoid it, but the space available was too narrow, and the gleaming beam of energy hit inexorably his feet.

The feeling was of pure agony, but it was matter of a second: it vanished almost immediately, leaving Killer panting and blinking in surprise before he stared downwards, his eyes filling with horror at what he saw.

His boots, and moreover his feet and legs, were rapidly changing into solid, white stone: the rigidity increased by the second, and the process was already spreading towards his knees, making him wince, grimacing in horror when he barely managed to move a step backwards, feeling his feet heavier and heavier and growing unresponsive and immobile.

On the other hand, the dome had ceased to suck away his energy from when Red Wings had stopped out, crossing his arms and staring at Killer as he rapidly turned into stone... The dome sucks away my energy only if he fights me... Good news. But when my legs will be made of stone, how the hell will I fight him back...? Come inside, you coward...

The huge liger glared challengingly at Red Wings, but he had no hurry to fight, for obvious reasons, and only cackled... And ridiculously, that laughter irritated Killer more than the fact he was turning into a statue. If there's something I hate, are people making fun of me.

He gazed again down at his legs, sweat rolling down his muzzle as he tried to think to a solution... And he blinked in surprise as he saw his body gleam with his aura, golden light dancing in warm flames around his form and glowing more luminous than ever around his knees... And amazingly, the stone wasn't gaining terrain anymore.

It was like his aura and the strange enchantment were clashing together... and his aura was winning. Gaining time, at least... a second more, and I would have been nearly immobilized already...

Red Wings snarled, his rage and disappointment evident, and for the first time in the fight, it was Killer who patronizingly smiled to his rival, as the huge half-robotic warrior sprinted forwards with a flap of his wings and entered the dome.

The liger slashed Wyvern upwards immediately, eager to end the fight as rapidly as it was possible, but Khaari reached up both hands, and the massive crimson blade slammed into the thick layers of titanium of the exoskeleton's hands to no effect.

"How can you resist...?" Red Wings snarled, pushing back against Killer with all the power that muscles and machinery combined could afford. "How...?"

Killer pulled Wyvern free, and stabbed it forwards, aiming to his rival's hip with a quick move of his elbow, wincing in mid course and making instinctively a grimace as he felt his energy once more being hungrily ripped out of him... But nonetheless, grinning slightly at the awareness that his aura continued to gleam, seeming to be even more luminous, unfazed even as Khaari stopped his slash once more.

This time, anyhow, Red Wings counterattacked as well: two long, frightening curving blades sprung out of the exoskeletrical arms that protected his own and slashing from under the thick sword of Killer, drawing two bleeding gashes in his arm and making the huge liger grunt in pain.

Khaari tried to exploit the moment, and quickly reached up to kick Killer's leg in the side: the liger could not move back rapidly enough, his foot by now made of stone barely moving when he tried to lift it, and the massive paw of steel of the exoskeleton slammed with obscene violence in his knee from the side.

Killer was knocked sprawling on his back, skidding on the ground until he smashed with his shoulder into the dome of energy, and it was like smashing into a solid wall... But the agony that made him wince came from his leg... And from the fact that, much as he tried, his lower legs were by now both unresponsive, and stand up seemed to require a century at least.

He was seated awkwardly on the ground when Red Wings whizzed towards him for another attack, flapping his enormous wings once to shot high into the air, reaching perhaps eighty feet into the sky with that bare flap before he dived down and turned to attack Killer's back.

The liger awkwardly turned to face the new attack, his legs now reduced to weights that he had to tow around like they weren't even parts of his body, and the dome continued to glow maliciously as it feed itself with his energy.

Red Wings swung one arm out, and the first blade sailed with a hiss just above Killer's head as he rapidly ducked, the other sword smashing into the flat of the massive Wyvern, and when Khaari kicked his feet up towards his muzzle, the huge liger was rapid at rising his free hand in front of himself, catching the square paw of titanium of the exoskeleton and clutching at it with a snarl.

His fingers sunk into the metal effortlessly, warping the heavy feet of the machine like it was made of butter, and Killer briefly grinned as Khaari flapped his wings furiously to fly backwards to safety, pulling his feet out of the liger's reach.

"How can you be so strong still, with all the energy you are losing...? You should be dust at this point!" Red Wings snarled in shocked fury, and he shot forwards again.

Killer caught sight of a sparkling of silver in his hands just in time, because when Khaari stepped back into the dome, with a rapid movement of his wrists he pulled out two tubes of silvers from two niches in the exoskeleton arms, and both revealed themselves as plasma rods, the blades of which were unusually long, almost like spears.

Killer awkwardly dodged the first stab, which was followed by a slash of the blade of steel still jutting from the forearm of the exoskeleton, and he twisted to avoid the second spear of plasma, Wyvern rising once more to stop the other curving, traitorous blade before it could do more than open a wound in his shoulder.

In that moment, he saw a fleeting opportunity to hit, and he shot up his free hand, closing his fingers tightly into a fist and putting all of his strength into the blow: his fist smashed in the thick exoskeleton, and the armor protecting Khaari's abdomen shattered in fragments like it was made of glass as he struck with the violence of a train into the muscular abdominals that come in sight.

Red Wings bent forwards on his punch and coughed blood with a rasping, choking sound as Killer hit with such violence that even the armor on his back exploded outwards in shreds, the fist of the huge liger shattering bones, muscles and organs on its path of destruction as a sickening spray of blood blasted out from Red Wings' abdomen.

The huge winged commander fell forwards to his knees, releasing a gagging howl of agony, and Killer immediately moved to strike again, to exploit the moment he had to end things, here and now, while the dome continued to suck away his energies and his golden aura fought to prevent the stone from spreading past his knees...

The huge liger smashed into Khaari with fist after fist, crushing the massive rival against the wall of the dome that now, for some reason, wouldn't let out even Red Wings, and Killer snarled as he punched down into his rival again and again, his blows smashing past armor, titanium, steel, flesh and bones alike, like they were paper sheets.

Red Wings gagged in agony, blood spurting from below the helmet just a moment before a fist smashed even into this, cracking titanium and skull alike with a sickening crunch, and another blow already landed to nearly decapitate the unfortunate as gore and blood and brain matter fell down from over the warped, destroyed remains of the helmet...

And Killer understood he had won from the fact that the spell had been broken: the stone was rapidly vanishing, his legs getting back to flesh and powerful muscle as he jumped up to his feet with his usual agility.

The dome staid in place for a few moments more, through, glowing a malicious red as it almost noisily slurped on the energy... Not of Killer now, through.

The liger stared in horror at the way the corpse in front of him changed: in a second, the massive, bulky tiger and the enormous exoskeleton that his fist had reduced to the aspect and consistence of a melon crushed by a passing train drained unnaturally drained away, the skin and fur adhering always closer to the bones.

It took perhaps a second, but to Killer it felt like a disgusting eternity, until everything that was left of the powerful Khaari was a broken, shattered skeleton that his fists had maimed and that was smugly fitted in arid, drained skin and fur that from orange had turned to an empty grey.

Killer watched to the corpse of his fallen rival fell to the side fragilely, the thud into the ground rising a cloud of dust as the bones inside literally drained to powder, and the liger let himself fall down to his knees, panting and understanding even without watching that the barrier around him was entirely gone... And he instinctively snarled when, all of a sudden, black flames appeared over the destroyed, horribly drained body and the shattered exoskeleton, melting everything away in a sickening black goo which puddled on the ground for a moment, before everything vanished with a weird, disturbing sound... almost like a laughter in the distance, or perhaps just a sound, a sound that he imagined in the weird wind that suddenly rose and made Killer's mane dance lazily as he stared silently to the place where, a moment before, a corpse had been.

The way he vanished... Almost like Hell itself claimed him back... To own him.

"They did. Khaari, just as Kolna already a few minutes ago, has been claimed by Hell's forces... And now, they'll make of them full, complete demons that one day will make Heaven's armies shiver with fear." A voice quietly answered to his thoughts from behind, and Killer stiffened in place at the awareness that it wasn't Alexis... But the voice. That sweet, caring and soft voice. He knew it... oh, he could have never forgotten... But it can't be... it's... it's impossible...

"Diana...?" Killer asked hesitatingly, almost murmuring the question to himself, more than to anyone else, and as he turned, his eyes widened in surprise... and wonder. A hurricane of emotions invested him, but his mind and heart were both sort of offline, just concentrated on the impossible vision in front of him... but she is... here... Impossible or not, she is here...

His eyes traced upwards from feminine, bare feet up long legs that he had so many times caressed, years before... legs that were slender and long, seductive and pleasant to the eyes, even if not breath-catching like Alexis's... Then again, no one rivals Alexis's body... A fine, silky white tunic covered most of her thighs, but Killer's memory made him feel like he was squeezing them in his hands right in that moment... The skirt would have been extremely conservative if it wasn't for the side openings, which showed a good amount of her legs... And a silky red band kept the tunic wrapping tightly around the slender waist of the girl, so that the dress did not hide her feminine, sweet shape. The cleavage of the tunic wasn't excessive, but still gave a nice view of her shapely, firm and more than fair-sized bosom... and her face had definitely the exact same sweet features, the same quiet smile, and the same loving ruby eyes that he remembered so precisely, and with so much affection.

The black fur was the same, too... The color of the night, silky and cared and shiny... But there was also something different, of course. She had two golden earrings she had never before had, two simple circles of gold hanging from her lobes... And she was also wearing a golden collar, with fine circles of precious stones all around, like the jewels of the ancient pharaohs, which she seemed almost uncomfortable with. She had always been a person extremely simple, and something in her almost embarrassed look and the slight blush on her cheeks told him that she found the jewel a lot too eye-catching for her...

But as he looked past those all in all normal aspects, he realized her blushing came probably from other factors... Like the warm, soft light she irradiated, or probably the six, white and candid angel's wings that spread from her back, and that left him staring in amazement... An angel... my angel...

"Diana..." He said again, his voice firm this time, but still amazed like he had probably never been before in all of his life... And the black tigress warmly smiled at him and nodded, her eyes quietly closing as her cheeks staid with that soft crimson that was so typical of her, so humble and quiet to always be almost embarrassed of her simplest actions, like she feared to disturb someone, or look excessive in her actions.

"Killer..." She managed to say when she turned her eyes back on him, her smile beloving as she looked over him with an affection that the years hadn't weakened at all, but made even stronger. Her ruby irises gleamed as she softly blinked a few times, tears rising to her eyes as she longed for a contact she didn't dare to search without his agreement... And the huge male immediately stood, oblivious of anything else as he pierced Wyvern point down into the ground and quickly covered the two steps of distance that separated him and her.

"Diana..." He whispered again, closing his eyes as he bent forwards to lean his head against hers, his arms hugging her tightly, lovingly, her own immediately reaching up to wrap around his neck with craving, needing love as she quietly let tears of joy streak down her cheeks, rubbing her muzzle against his larger one as they squeezed each other in affection, the huge male whispering her name again and again, not really managing to say anything else for now as Diana breathed his name, and renewed promises of a love she only cultivated stronger in the long years of separation. "I'm so sorry, Diana... So sorry..." Killer finally managed to breath out, and the black tigress squeezed him closer, rather surprising seen the report of strength and sizes that saw him towering over her. "I was such a fool..."

Diana quietly nuzzled him as he fought back his own tears, and she silenced him affectively as she hold him closer and squeezed him against herself, breathing of his scent, filling her senses with his presence. For so many years she had longed to see him again, to touch him again...

"There's nothing to apologize for..." She whispered soothingly, but Killer shook his head and felt a tear roll down his cheek.

"Will you ever manage to forgive the arrogant prick I was...?" The huge male asked, squeezing her in his arms with the deepest of affections, and the deepest possible regret for how things had gone in their past...

"There's nothing to apologize about, my love... Never apologize, never, never, never..." Diana breathed back to him, crying quietly into the embrace, but of joy. Of pure joy. She was back in the arms of the only one she always loved, she'll always love.

"Just... kiss me... Please..." She pleaded, looking up at his eyes with a soft, startled blush on her cheeks, her ruby eyes gleaming as the huge male looked down at her, a loving smile slowly rising to his lips before he pushed his muzzle forwards, nuzzling her affectively on the way before his lips moved over hers, and he squeezed her closer, wrapping his huge, muscular arms around her shoulders and gently pushing her forwards with a hand on her back as Diana abandoned herself in his hold, her arms locked around his neck and her breath fastening and hardening immediately.

Her eyes slid closed with a happy, longing sigh as he kissed her with passion, making her cheeks grow crimson as her hands tugged hungrily but gently at the long, thick locks of white fur of his mane, her body, bare if not for her tunic, brushing against his, grinding over thick, powerful muscles that flexed with astonishing might as he squeezed her gently closer.

His tongue playfully licked her lips, asking with patience and with hesitation if he was forgiven... if he was allowed to kiss her for real, if he was worth... And Diana's lips immediately opened, her tongue lovingly meeting his as their hot breath washed over each other's features, Killer releasing a murring, relieved sigh and rocking her gently in his arms even as he gently pushed his tongue into her mouth, battling hers, wrestling hers... but not with the domineering style that he usually had. He still felt guilty towards her... so many things he had to be forgiven for... so much arrogance he had to make up for... And he wanted to be gentle and good to her, in any way she wanted, to pay his dues, and make up to Diana. The one that taught me what love is... Even if I understood it only years later...

They kissed for long, long time, their breath growing harsh and fast as their tongues battled, maneuvered and wrestled with needing passion, now slowly, now fast and frantically... And it felt like an eternity of bliss before they hesitatingly departed their muzzles, panting quietly as they looked in each other's eyes with soft smiles, pushing nose to nose as they staid embraced tightly.

"An angel..." Killer whispered, smiling. "You could become nothing else than a wonderful angel, Diana... Always so good, quiet and understanding with everyone..."

"Thank you, Killer..." She murmured back with a bit of a blush, kissing his lips affectively.

"Gods... This goes beyond my understanding, Diana... Demons, and now seeing you, angelic and divine... I don't know anymore what I should believe to... I always thought that... that religions were absurd illusions... And the ancient legends were... more dreams than anything else." Killer murmured with a confused, almost pleading look. "And now..."

"It's complex, my love..." Diana answered softly, giving him a loving smile before she caressed his cheek with a hand and looked with concern at the wounds over his powerful form. "I'll explain you what I can... But before, let me take care of your wounds."

Killer looked at his body and saw the blood - mostly not mine, luckily... - that covered his fur and his armor, and the several gashes and cuts on his muscular form, and he realized how sore and tired he felt, all of a sudden... But he shrugged slightly, smiling. His wounds, even the nastier-looking, were as always already sealing up and healing at a rate absolutely amazing. "Thanks, but I don't need bandages or doctors... And I already managed to stain your tunic of blood. There's no need for you to bother, really."

But Diana, even if flushing noticeably, pushed a finger gently against his lips and looked up at his eyes with a mix of an apologize for her daring initiative and a plead. "Trust me, please..." She asked quietly, and he smiled, tilting his head a bit to the side.

"I always trusted you..." He murmured back, and the black, angelic tigress smiled widely before looking around herself a bit... And deciding that the palace-sized tent that had been of Khaari was perfect for their needs.

She guided him inside after he easily picked up Wyvern, and both looked around with quiet wonder at the luxurious furnishings, with the low tables of precious, massive wood and the floor covered of precious, embroidered oriental carpets. Silky curtains separated the various rooms, and scented candles sitting on top of metallic, decorative supports illuminated the vast tent as they walked ahead past the living room and several other spaces before they emerged in a large room where a tall, welcoming pile of red velvet cushions stood at the ready to work as throne and bed alike.

"That looks worth enough of you, love..." Diana suggested with a smile, and he walked forwards towards the cushions with a bit of a grin.

"Would you... please... undress...?" Diana asked quietly, blushing as she looked over to him softly, unable to hide her interest for the giant liger as he turned and grinned.

"Of course, doctor..." He said playfully, and he reached his hand up for the straps that held his heavy armour in place on his chest, eyes glowing with amusement at how Diana's eyes followed his huge muscular arms and stared at the way his enormous biceps flexed as he removed the garment and dropped it easily on the floor, before standing back up fully with an idle roll of his enormous shoulders.

She stared at him with reverence and adoration, astonished of his powerful look: he had always been a giant, and his musculature had been so powerful and massive that any bodybuilder would have shrunk away in shame confronted by him... But now, he was at a whole different level. He stood over eighteen and half feet tall, and his massive form was a perfect harmony of muscles and power, a colossus of strength sculptured with bulging, titanium-hard muscles. Not a single ounce of useless weight was on his form, but just raw, destructive power in its purest state. The light underlined his potent body drawing uncountable shadows along the ridges of muscle and the deep valleys of his strength, and every movement made his musculature bulge explosively, almost like it was going to explode out of him... And he was stunning. She felt her mouth almost watering at the perfect beauty of his massive, masculine chest, with the enormous, amazingly toned pecs, and her eyes stared for long time to his potent abdominals, roving over his whole, thick-with-muscles form.

But Killer only smiled slightly to himself, and reached his hands up for his belt, undoing it and throwing the thick leather band away before he undid his fly and stepped out of his simple black jeans, shamelessly standing before her with only with his black boxers left on, as he waited a brief moment for her to talk...

But Diana's stares had gone from his astonishing abdominals down to the intimidating, if not frightening, massive bulge in his boxers, and her gaze dwelled with total rapture on the enormous, flaccid but already gargantuan member that was trapped inside that unfair and far-too-tight prison of strained fabric.

"Should I remove these, too, doctor...?" Killer playfully asked after a long moment of that silent staring, grinning a bit as he reached his hands up for the waistband of his crammed boxers, pushing them down teasingly a little bit, showing some more of the long, flush fur of his happy highway... And Diana startled, blushing furiously as she rose her gaze back up to him immediately, her cheeks burning red as she understood she had been drooling at him for perhaps two minutes or so... And she quickly stammered: "Not... Not necessary..."

"Fine, doctor. You decide." Killer cheerfully answered, smiling amusedly as he sat down on the mountain of red cushions and then leaned his powerful, muscular back down over them, stretching a bit and laying comfortably down as she approached quietly, kneeling beside him and giving him a slightly embarrassed smile as she eyed his huge, muscular body once more.

"Will you ever stop getting huger and more handsome with every year that passes...?" She asked with a loving smile, and he snorted quietly in amusement as he smiled back to her gladly, loving the feel of her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. It was warm, it was loving... and almost magic, as it immediately soothed not only his sore body but his soul, pushing away the worries and the bad feelings, forcing away even the regrets as she smiled and once more whispered: "There's nothing you are guilty for..."

"You are too generous with me... I never realized how cruel I had been with you." Killed sadly said, nodding slowly as he closed his fist so hard that it hurt, his own claws drawing blood from his palm. Diana immediately took his huge fist into her own much smaller hands, however, and there was nothing but love in her touch, nothing but affection and care in the way she firmly but gently tried to compel him to cease his pain... not the insignificant physical one. The pain of the memory and awareness of the one sin that tortured him the most. "I realized it only when I fell in love with Alexis... when I finally understood what love truly is..." Killer murmured as he opened his eyes to look into hers, letting his hand relax a bit as she caressed his fingers. "I see how I suffer when she's not around... And I feel destructed to the core at the first, minimal thought or fear of losing her, of having her... not loving me. And now I see how much I made you suffer in our past, Diana..."

"Shhhh." She lovingly silenced him, leaning closer to him and smiling soothingly into his eyes as she ground softly, gently against his bare, muscular form, letting him feel that she was naked under the tunic even as her humble, sweet blush staid in place on her cheeks... And she kissed his lips again, lovingly, soothingly, before she took his face in her hands and smiled reassuringly. "You should not blame yourself... Love can't be artificially built. I love you more than anything else in the universe, but... I understand that you don't reciprocate the same feeling. I always knew that I wasn't your significant other." The black female quietly explained, and Killer looked at her with a sad, guilty look as his hands reached up to gently wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and making her release a dreaming, content sigh.

"I knew that, despite my dreams, we could have never been the two halves of one only reality... But you never made me suffer, Killer, never..." She smiled quietly, nodding firmly as she looked into his sapphire eyes with nothing but love gleaming in her amazing, ruby irises. "After all, you... loved me. And you have always been there for me... I was the first one you came visiting every time you came home from the war... and when I was in your arms, I felt that your affection was the only thing I needed in life. Every time, I felt complete... I felt loved... And that was the only thing that mattered."

"I still love you, Diana... never speak like it was a past thing. Never make of it a faded memory..." Killer replied with soft voice, pulling her closer and hugging her tight, resting his head against hers as she clung at him for dear life, and he rocked her gently in his hold, closing his eyes as he listened to her breath, to her quiet sobs, to the thud of her heart. "Nothing will ever change, Diana... I love you, and I'll always be here for you..."

"When... when you left Kesteven... I felt my world dissolve. Riaku was my only reason to live, now that you were gone... But it wasn't your fault. You had the right to live your life." Diana sobbed quietly in his hold, her hands caressing his powerful body with loving care that matched Alexis's... And then she sighed a bit and continued quietly on: "I should have... made myself happy with how you had said that I still was your favourite, that you loved me... But I... wanted... more." She cried out. "I wanted you for myself, and I wasn't able to suppress my dreams. I wanted to be your mate for life... But my dreams collided with the reality, the reality that you were somewhere, far away in the world, and I was alone... The reality that you hadn't for me the same attraction I have for you..."

She paused, sobbing quietly into his hug, and he felt a few tears land on his body, closing his eyes with sadness as he rocked her into his arms lovingly, and leaned gently against her, to soothe her pain.

"I ended up ruining Riaku's life, too... I wasn't the good mother I could and should have been..." She cried out, and Killer shook his head, kissing her cheek softly as he whispered in her ear soothing, sincere words.

"That's not true... You were the best mother in the world. And Riaku loves you as that. You have no faults for the cruelty of life, Diana..." He murmured gently, and she looked up at him with a weak, trembling smile, which gained some more conviction when his lips gently kissed her cheek, then her lips. "I and Riaku both love you. We always did, and we'll always do..."

"I let... life flow away from me..." Diana sobbed. "My broken dreams made me weak, stolen me the wish to live... And I gave in to my sickness, and let myself die. For all the time, I told myself 'you have your son to live for...', 'live for Riaku'... And also, I always told me that you would have come back one day." Diana smiled a bit up to him, and Killer hesitatingly smiled back, still feeling that the fault of everything was his own... "But I was lying to myself. I never really tried to live on... And so, I left our son without a mother... And now look how Riaku ended." She concluded with sad, bitter voice. "Enemy of his father, enemy of his friends, enemy of his land... He was the gentlest person in the world, Killer, he truly was... One day, he would have been the most blazing of Angels of Heaven... And instead he become allied of Hell. He was tricked to join the most evil of persons of this world, he was moulded into the main instrument for the future of blood and tears that lies ahead of us..." Diana clung to Killer's huge form with desperate affection and need, pushing her head into his muscular chest and kissing him lovingly before she cried her request. "Please, please Killer... get him back... save our son..."

"I will, Diana... I promise I will." Killer answered, with the deepest possible resolution and sincerity, and he closed his eyes for a moment as he let that promise write itself in carved, burning letters in his soul... I will not fail again... I will not disappoint anyone anymore... I won't fail.

"Thank you, my love... I know you will..." Diana meekly said, smiling a bit for a moment as she let herself being lovingly rocked from side to side in his hug, and for a few minutes they rested that way, simply and affectively dwelling in each other's presence after so much time, letting their own regrets and pain being soothed by each other's understanding and support... And it just felt so good to be together, to have finally said words that for years had been in their minds, cause of pain and endless regrets, that death had made messages to never be sent... And now, instead, almost like in a dream of both sadness and incredible joy, Killer and Diana had finally managed to explain. To share. And to be forgiven... He thought quietly.

"How many times have I to say that there's nothing to forgive...?" Diana asked warmly, looking up at him with a smile, then blushing a bit and lowering her gaze. "Sorry. I should not read in your mind in this way..."

"It's fine..." Killer softly answered, shaking his head with a quiet smile.

"Oh, Gods!" She exclaimed as her gaze crossed one of the wounds on Killer's form. "I had a task to achieve... Silly me..."

Killer hadn't even the time to say anything to her, to reassure her, not even to point out that all of his wounds had long sealed up already and he was healing with incredible rapidity - indeed, after my sudden growth in the duel against Vera, even my regeneration improved dramatically... and I'm a lot harder to wound, to start with... - That she already was moving to kneel on the cushions at his side, and she stretched her hands over a first gash over his shoulder.

Killer opened his mouth to talk, but then he fell silent as Diana's hands glowed with white, warm light, and he stared in amazement at the way his wound literally vanished away from his body, in a second or so entirely disappearing and leaving no sign at all of its presence, just like he had never been hit... And he felt a soothing, warm feeling rise in his arm and touch his very soul, making him relax and feel... good. In peace, as he smiled and looked with interest as Diana moved to cover all of the wounds, even the scratches, healing his body completely, and making him feel calm and relaxed as very rarely he had been. It was wonderful...

"How can you do that...?" The huge male asked softly, smiling gently to her as Diana brightened up immediately at his interest and approbation.

"I'm a Healer Priestess in Heaven..." She said gently, and the light coming from her hands completely healed another gash. "I'm the lead of the High Order of Healers, in fact." She added, blushing a bit, and Killer smiled amusedly at the way she always seemed embarrassed of her own capabilities. "And I've never felt so complete... I always wished to become a doctor in life, for helping people... I never went past the role of nurse, through." She remembered with a bit of a sad, regretful frown. "But after the death, I had plenty of time to learn the magic arts of Heaven's medicine... It took several hundred thousand years to learn everything, but... I had a talent for it, apparently." She finished off with her usual, quiet modesty.

This time, anyway, it was another detail that struck Killer almost like a fist. "What?" He asked, staring at her with a bit of a gape. "Hundred... thousand... years...?" He asked stupidly, and Diana nodded quietly.

"Time moves way differently in Hell, Heaven and in the Mortal Plane... or this world, more simply." She explained with a soft smile, and he leaned back into the cushions a bit, looking at her with interest as she continued. "For example, I think one mortal day is roughly two thousand and seven hundred years in Hell... or most of it, at least. In Heaven, normally, one mortal day is worth a full thousand years."

"Which means..." Killer started, looking almost terrified of the sheer amount or time he was coming up with in his mind.

"That I spent more than four million years in Heaven...? Yes." Diana nodded, and Killer fell for a moment in silence, struck by the immensity of that fact, which went far past the understanding of a mortal. That went far past the thoughts, dreams and fantasies of a solid, sharp and often cynic mind as his own, one that had refused every kind of religion and belief from when he was so young... And look at me now... Battling with demons, chatting with an angel no less...

"And still you remind me..." He murmured, amazed, and Diana leaned closer, wrapping her arms around his thick waist and leaning her head over his amazing abdominals, looking up at him with a smile.

"You aren't the kind of stuff that one easily forgets, Killer..." She teasingly observed, and she kissed his rippled abdomen lovingly before looking up again. "And love is an immortal feeling, the most powerful of all bonds... Think you could ever forget Alexis...?"

"Gods, no...!" Killer countered immediately, and things become a lot clearer in his mind... and he winced internally at the thought of being separated from Alexis... four million years... I would go mad after one hour... He looked at her with love and admiration, and the two smiled at each other affectively, the black female purring quietly as her hands stroked his body so gently, so lovingly...

"I love you, and only you... No matter how much time passes. No matter how it hurts to be separated, in two whole different worlds, by death and distances that go so far beyond our understanding... You are safe in my heart, and nothing will ever endanger my love for you." Diana said gently, smiling as she reached one hand up to caress his cheek, her eyes gleaming. "Of course, it hurts to be so far away... and for several thousand years, the pain was searing. But then, finally, I had access to the Observatories, special areas of Heaven from where it is possible to see how things go in the Mortal Plane... And I finally could see you again, and that soothed a bit the pain."

Killer smiled, deeply touched of her words, and impressed by the full extend of her love... And he gently took her hand in his much larger ones, squeezing gently as she smiled and told her story.

"I saw you get that scar at your eye... And well. I was sorry for the wound... But I dunno if they already told you how good it looks on you." She said, amusedly staring at the unmistakable scarred eye of Killer, which gleamed back with soft, quiet amusement as he nodded. "I had a few people pointing that out."

"I bet you had..." Diana smiled, and then nodded. "Obviously, the one thing that made me happier was see you find Alexis and marry her." The black tigress continued, and she smiled at the surprise that flashed on Killer's face. "Oh, I'm happy, yes. Sincerely... I always only want the best for you, Killer... I want you to be happy, and you've never been happier than now that Alexis is on your side. She's the perfect match for you, after all... your missing half." Diana smiled, and there was nothing that wasn't sincere in that affective expression, and Killer felt even more amazed of that. "She is beautiful beyond limits, she is so strong and powerful enough to match you, she loves you immensely and she even matches your sexual stamina and hunger. You two are perfect for each other, and I couldn't be happier for you."

"You truly are my little angel..." Killer said gently, smiling widely, and then he eyed her wings and added quickly: "No pun intended, of course."

"Of course..." Diana softly laughed, nodding quietly and then there was a short moment of quiet silence as she gently played her fingers in his long mane and he held her affectively in his arms... And he slid his hands under the silky tunic, fingers gently rubbing along her legs, towards her inner thighs... And Diana blushed, but smiled a blissful smile and kissed his lips with a look that, even if tinted with her usual, lovable flushing, was a clear message of welcome... A clear plead to continue. He gladly massaged along her feminine, seductive legs, and the quiet silence lasted some more, only broke by her blissful breathing and his own quiet one, before he asked: "But then... If it is possible for angels to come in this world, why... it does not happen... well, more frequently...?"

"Oh, we'd like to see our dear ones, and come on earth...We'd do it continuously if we could." Diana quietly answered, nodding with a soft sigh. "But it is not possible. We are dead... And the Mortal Plane it's forbidden, and we should never leave Heaven, less than ever meet mortals... I shouldn't be here, either." Diana murmured the last part, almost like she was reminding it to herself more than saying it to Killer. "But it's difficult to control the position of all angels, and I have large freedom thanks to my position... And in the years, I did all what I could to learn how to portal and move at will between the Mortal Plane and Heaven. I had to see you... I had to come... I HAD to come and warn you... Those demons you fought... called Azuri. They are just the start of all... disgusting creatures born only to kill and to destroy. An Azuro comes from an evil soul that's broken down and does not complete the process to become a true demon... The broken down souls loses any leftover of humanity, and they have different paths they can follow, all equally horrible. There's a goddess, and I can't even spell her name such is her cruel power, that takes many of these ruined, wandering souls for herself, and makes of them the feral beast you know. But there's so much worse to come, my love..."

Killer looked at her with interest as his hands softly stroked back and forth along her thighs, then he whispered: "So it's true... It's all true... Hell is working against us..."

"I wish it was so simple..." Diana sighed, and she gave him a soft, worried smile as she took in his expression of surprise. "It is... complex. I don't even know from where I should start..." She said, and her voice reflected all of her worries and fears, and Killer squeezed her a bit closer, reminding her, if there ever was the need for, that she was safe and protected, with him around... And she smiled gratefully before she continued. "Heaven and Hell are always in contrast... open, at times rough. And it is not rare that a war starts up between the two reigns, when the balance of things moves too much towards one of the two sides." She paused, looking down thoughtfully as she murmured: "Balance is the key of all... Hell and Heaven both try to ensure for themselves the best warriors of the Mortal Plane, so that, when a mighty hero of this world falls, it can become either a great angel or a powerful demon. There's true competition between the two reigns for the best souls... because the strongest warriors can truly change the balance of power on a side, or on the other."

"But Heaven is not really winning, at the moment, isn't that so...?" Killer asked quietly, and Diana turned to look into his eyes silently for a few instants, before she nodded.

"Unfortunately, Hell is getting stronger and stronger... And some of the new souls they have taken are being trained and strengthened into demons that are worth entire Heaven's armies, and that make the Archangels tremble with fear at the thought of what may happen in the next future. You know most of them... Griagas, and even Aaron. And now Kolna and Khaari as well, who in a few thousand years will become the worst of all..."

"Gods... How many old friends will be waiting for me when my time comes, then..." Killer playfully snorted, and Diana smiled knowingly, well aware of the fact that he would have reacted that way... make him fear something was impossible, no matter how nasty things were. "A good reunion of good friends from the old times. I bet they are impatiently waiting for me."

"Indeed..." Diana admitted. "But that's not the worst thing... Hell is eyeing with great attention the Mortal Plane, the key to definitively change the balances of power in their favour. They are greatly interested in the latest mortal technology, as well, which can be used to great effect to enhance the fighting ability of even demons and angels..."

"Yeah... I guess Kolna and Khaari made good samples of what someone can do dressed up in such collection of hardware." Killer snorted calmly, and Diana nodded softly.

"The confrontation is even wider, anyway, since several of the gods of the highest orders are now eyeing with greater and greater interest the promises of power of taking not one, but two, and perhaps all three of the Planes as their reign... God himself is extremely worried. He's perfectly aware that the situation is running away, out of His hands, with worrisome rapidity. And His effective powers are fading away... No one of the gods listen to Him anymore, anyway. And now, all the attention is fixed on the Mortal Plane." Diana explained, and Killer blinked a few times before he stupidly asked: "God...?"

"Yes..." Diana nodded. "I know, it's hard to believe... And even hard to explain. I don't think I can manage to let you know that much. But there are several orders of divine spirits and entities... At the highest throne sits God, and right below Him there's the High Order of the gods. For example, our ancient legends are filled with the name of Taranis, the god of war and thunder... He's one of the most powerful members of the High Order."

Oh Hell. This does not sound good at all. They must be all pissed at me a lot... Never been a believer, always been a curser, after all... I don't even know their frigging names.

"So, basically, the RA and NWOA are... allied of a... supernatural coalition of Hell, including a few pissed off gods, all together to take possession of this world...?" Killer asked with a frown, squeezing Diana's thighs gently as she silently nodded, with a bit of a worried face.

"Sounds like a bad B movie's plot." Killer snorted, but Diana stared at him with amazement as she saw an amused and interested grin gain his lips at the thought of such a challenge.

"The Mortal Plane sits between Hell and Heaven, last element of balance and last thing that separates the two Reigns from a full-out war." Diana declared with serious determination, and then she looked down at him softly, stroking a hand on his cheek. "And you sit between the two fronts, my love."

"What a good position." Killer snorted amusedly. "A first-row seat to watch the Apocalypse just as it goes on."

Diana rolled her eyes upwards a bit at his absolute lack of fear, which became almost irritating at times: it almost made her think that he wasn't truly believing to her words. But she knew him... and she could tell that he was taking the question with the greatest possible attention and seriousness.

"There's great interest for you and Alexis, both in Heaven and Hell... Your battles and victories have gained you two a lot of fans in the two Reigns, and even between the gods." Diana started, but she paused at the grin on his muzzle at her words, and she frowned a bit before dryly stating: "See, it's not a so good thing."

Killer snorted at the warning, and his grin faded a bit away as he grumbled: "Good news, never, huh...?"

The black tigress couldn't help but smile widely and amusedly at that, nuzzling him gently and supportively as she whispered in his ear: "No, unfortunately..." She straightened a bit and looked down into his eyes with affection as she quietly carried on. "In fact, you are the last hope of this world. The last bulwark that there's to break down in order to conquer the whole Mortal Plane. There's several gods, and all Hell, that want you dead... and whole new armies of demons are being readied even while we talk; groups trained specifically to destroy the defences of this world. And all ordered to kill you at the first chance, in a way or another.

Meanwhile, the RA is preparing the operation New Dawn, and it will be the greatest military operation ever... In Heaven, we estimate that the Mortal Plane will fall in little more than seven days at the most, if you are taken out of the scene."

"I wish I could do something to stop their plans, Diana... But I'm sure you know, I don't have information about the RA. Who's its leader...? Where are their bases...? Where they get so much soldiers and equipment...? Where they build up their ships...?" Killer snorted, and this time there was true frustration in his tone. "It seems impossible... We have satellites, spies, recon planes and drones... And yet we don't manage to find where immense battleships long literally miles are built up... Like their docks were... fucking invisible."

"They are, we could say..." Diana stated with quiet resignation. "They are protected and hidden to any eye or sensor by a mix of technology, demonic and divine powers. Hell and the Gods determined to conquer the Mortal Plane have dealt an alliance with the RA, and they give them any kind of support and protection. You've seen Khaari... He and Kolna have largely beneficed of Hell's help. The gods gave them all sorts of aids, in the forms of powers, spells, and enchantments that increased dramatically their abilities and the effectiveness of their already threatening exoskeletons and machineries."

"And in exchange for the help, the RA does the dirty job." Killer completed for her, and Diana nodded sadly. "Without realizing that, when the world will fall, the gods will get ride of them and they will have a whole world to rule upon, gained at bargain price." The huge male added bitterly, making a bit of a face.

"Is too early to say that, my love. The leader of the RA is a smart bastard that's giving troubles even to the gods... And he's gaining such power with every day that passes that in the future he may be able to take control of even the High Order. In Heaven, he worries us even more than Hell, at the moment." The black tigress gently corrected him, and Killer silently nodded, deeply impressed of her words...

Two allies, each planning to trick the other and get rid of it as they reach their common objective... And someone that is getting even stronger than the Gods...

"But wait... You should know the position of the RA plants... the name of the leader... all this kind of details..." Killer suddenly asked, looking up at the female with eyes full of hope for getting the answers he needed... But Diana looked back at him sadly, slumping a bit as she murmured a sad apology.

"I wish I could help you, my love... I really wish I could... But even in Hell, we don't manage to find the RA facilities, such is the protection given by the enemy gods. And even the little I know... I can't share my knowledge with you. The enemy gods have bound us all with spells of tremendous power, and much as we try, we can't even spell their names, now..." She looked at him with pleading, apologizing eyes, her ruby irises gleaming a bit with rising tears, and he pulled her closer to lay on his broad chest as he lovingly dried her eyes with his finger. "There's no way I can share with you or anyone else any information I have... They are always gods. Their word is law... And their spells can't be broken... I can't help you... just as it always was, I'm useless..." She sobbed in his arms, hugging him tightly as she rubbed her muzzle against his neck and bitterly expressed all her sense of impotence.

"Never say that." Killer commanded, lovingly but with firmness almost sharp. "You aren't useless... You gave me more information and help than anyone else, and you even fled Heaven to reach me here and warn me." He hugged her gently at his chest, kissing her forehead softly. "You did all you could... the rest, is my task. I'll find it out by myself, Diana."

"You must be careful, love..." Diana whispered. "In the High Order, there are gods that have a great admiration for you, others that hate you and others that don't trust you.

Your power, Killer..." The female murmured, squeezing his enormous biceps firmly. "Your power is something of inconceivable, Killer. There's no demon, or angel, that holds a similar power... And surely there's never been anything comparable between mortals. Demons and Angel become so powerful only thanks to thousand, millions of years of experience and training... And no one knows how far your power may reach if you had the chance to train in the same way, since it already seems to continuously grow to new blazing heights even here in the Mortal Plane." She explained with admiring, amazed emphasis. "Your strength is envied by the gods themselves, Killer. Some of them recognize in your immense power the only hope left, and the mythic forces of the ancient prophecies and legends, but some others are so scared of your might that they fear you'll rise above them... And they want you destroyed, my love. They want your soul to be shattered as well, so that you'll simply cease to exist, and you'll never rise to crush them all under your boots..." She looked into his eyes, staring at his surprised but firm expression, and she squeezed him into her arms as tightly as she could. "And after your power broke another part of your Seal tonight, after your might has increased so much, with so much more still to be unleashed, their fear is growing, and their hate with it. Both you and Alexis are seen as threats to the gods... Be careful, be always careful..."

"Well, at least not ALL the gods hate me... It's better than I thought it to be." He muttered even as he cradled Diana in his arms with absolute gentleness... And she couldn't help but laugh a bit, even in such situation, and even if she was still quietly sobbing, at the way he welcomed such a terrible revelation.

"There's also an intermediate party, so to speak." Diana continued. "A very strong one... Hell and Heaven both want you and your power, to finally overcome each the other. Who gets you, wins. And..." She hesitated, looking at him with uncertainty and biting her lower lip a bit, before she sighed at his inpatient frown of question. "...There are strong think tanks in both Heaven and Hell that want you and Alexis to die, so that your souls can be brought away and you can be trained to become the most powerful angels - or demons - to ever exist."

"I don't think it's too smart a choice..." Killer said with a calm stunning for someone who had just been warned about such solid threat of death. "For Heaven, at least... If I die, I definitely have a place in Hell. There's no doubt about it, with what I've done in my life. There's no chances for me to become an angel... the idea in itself is ridiculous, when you think on it. A rapist like me, not to talk of all the rest, angel...?" He laughed of a bitter laughter without amusement, but Diana smiled sympathetically, understanding his feelings, his horror at what he himself had done in the past... And she shook her head softly, making him frown in surprise.

"Not true. You are saving so many lives, you are giving all yourself to save this world and redeem your soul... Your path is a steep mountain slope, I'll admit that. To the redemption, there's a long, harsh and steep climb to do, while the road for Hell is a comfortable and wide highway that slopes downwards... But you are climbing up, Killer. And you can still make up for your past."

She smiled warmly, and there was a short moment of silence before he said: "But Heaven is not really counting on my redemption to get me, isn't so...? I see in your eyes that there's more. Means less clean but that offer a lot more chances of success."

Diana blushed, looking embarrassed, and she tried to look away from him... only to fail miserably, turning back to her loved male as she snorted. "Yes. There are dirty means... I said Heaven was willing to get even Kolna and Khaari, after all, and you know that they deserve Hell. Everyone knows. They were two assholes of the worst kind. But fear warps the rules, my love... Heaven fears for its survival, and in this moment the rules are ignored, overlooked and avoided. And if there was a single chance to get to the souls of you and Alexis, even if you had just ended slaughtering a whole town, believe me, they would take it."

"The world sucks." Killer muttered. "Even Heaven is corrupted and willing to go any mean possible in order to get more power."

"It's disgusting, I know... But please. I don't care for anything else... be careful, Killer, always. Careful and ready for anything. Nothing it's impossible in this war... And for you, gods, demons and angels may very well be all enemies. Choose well who you trust... and save our world, Killer. You are the only one who can."

"I'll do it, Diana. It's my promise for you. And I'll bring Riaku out of this mess with me." Although... it'll be hard, that's definite. I'm alone... I could start sending warning messages to the entire world about the incoming offensive of Hell and RA, but who will ever believe me...? I won't believe to this story myself... I wouldn't have believed a word if I hadn't already battled with so many demons, and I hadn't an angel in my arms telling me everything first hand... They would just think I'm crazy, and it won't be of any help...

"There's something more I can let you know, at least..." Diana announced, and he turned back to her with attention. "I know you and Alexis are going to charge towards Argolis Island to save the rebels there... But please, be careful. The feared officer known as Regina, wanted for war crimes and for the horrible tortures and experimentations she does on prisoners, is nothing else than a demon. Regina is one of the most powerful ones, besides, and she's very dangerous. Her powers are great, and I want you to be ready." Diana nuzzled him affectively, her hands taking gently his face as her quiet breath washed over his face, carrying a soft, sweet scent of love, and he smiled when their eyes met. "No one else would like to face Regina, I can tell you... But I know you'll crush her just like the bitch that she is." The black tigress continued, and he grinned a bit as he wondered if an angel had just really been talking like Alexis and suggesting quite clearly to rape Regina...

"And I think there's a little help I can give you, love..." Diana announced warmly after a short moment of quiet, mutual silence, and she eyed Wyvern as it lay down on the cushions beside the huge male. "Would you...?" She asked meekly as she gestured towards the enormous, thick blade, well aware that she would have never managed to pick it up, and the powerful male reached for it with a hand and effortlessly pulled it up, holding it horizontally in front of himself, between him and Diana, the flat of the blade facing upwards as she stretched her hands forwards over it.

Killer looked at this with interest, and, admittedly, a bit of apprehension: he had a true affection for that blade that had long been and was such an important part in his life, and he wouldn't have allowed anyone else to do... Well, whatever she plans to do. It's just because I trust Diana entirely...

Diana chanted something in a language that Killer did not understand or recognize, and the light surrounding her hands glowed stronger as a golden, blazing light started to carve small figures in the middle of the flat of the blade, until, a couple of seconds later, a long row of ancient runes, almost looking like a decoration in the middle of Wyvern, was perfectly, cleanly carved into that absurdly-resistant metallic alloy that after so many years of use against armours and even tanks, hadn't lost the razor-sharp edge of the blade.

Killer stared a bit at the white smoke that climbed in the air in small spirals from the carved symbols for a moment, and then he looked up to Diana as she smiled.

"It's a sizeshifting magic rune." She explained quietly. "Since you keep getting huger and stronger..." She breathed teasingly, grinning a bit. "... I think you'll need to adjust Wyvern's sizes to your might. It was becoming a bit small, for your sizes."

"Indeed..." Killer said absently as he hold the crimson blade up, pointing the sword skywards and staring as the weapon enlarged itself to match the idea he had in his mind. The sword glowed with golden light and grew to have a blade of almost sixteen feet, much longer and thicker, the weapon increasing even its weight... And I wonder how much power it has to have a cut of it now, with so much weight and size into the equation...

"Thank you... It's a wonderful gift." Ha said gently, smiling to her widely as he made Wyvern shrink back to its original size, putting it back down softly on the cushions.

"I just wish I could do more..." Diana dismissed his thanks gently, smiling widely, before he carefully tackled her down over his chest and stared into her eyes.

"You already did even too much... We both know you'll have troubles for coming and breaking Heaven's laws... And you helped me so much." He said gently, his voice low and deep, seductive, making her purr in interest as she looked at him with a grin growing over her features, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I was wondering..." He continued, grinning a bit as he leisurely caressed her hair and cheek. "...if there's something that I could do for you, instead..." He suggested, arching his eyebrow in a playful question, which made her smile widely.

"You know... I've been dreaming of you for the last four million years... And there's so much I know you could do for me..." She replied, her tone equally suggestive, even as she blushed a bit while her hands stroked down along his powerful, muscular chest and a purr grew out of her throat as their muzzles touched and he grinned.

"Just tell me what you'd like... first." Killer teased, and Diana leaned hungrily forwards, taking his face in her hands and kissing him passionately, hungrily, ravenous just as Alexis, or perhaps even more, now that she had four million years of hungry waiting to be rewarded...

Their mouths wrestled for long time, and he was amazed at the way she ravenously touched his form, squeezed into his musculature with impressive hunger, and even as she blushed as always as he stared down at her, feeling his body reacting to hers and feeling hers reacting to his, she continued to show her absolute need for him, to push and grind against him, her tunic masking nothing of her otherwise bare body at the contact...

And he stared into her eyes as she looked at him, both knowing what she wanted, their eyes saying so far more than they could have with words as he hugged her in his huge arms and squeezed into her form gently, rolling on top and affectively posing her down to lay on her back on the mountain of cushions.

"You better to get rid of that tunic, if you need it. I'll rip it, if you aren't fast enough." Killer teased, and Diana panted, closing her eyes in anticipation as her dreams were finally made true, after so many years of one Heaven that for her had just been a golden prison, an incomplete paradise that couldn't offer anything worth to fill the hole in her life that was Killer's absence.

"You get rid of those boxers before you tatter them..." She countered teasingly. "And I think there's another little something I can do for you..."

Killer snorted laughter at that, but straightened a bit and quickly pushed down his black boxers as he felt that, indeed, his growing erection was already starting to rip the fabric as his gargantuan member pushed domineeringly against the already far too tight underwear... He was only halfway in the process when the poor garment was defeated, the fabric ripping noisily in two useless parts that fell along his powerful legs as his immense black shaft was revealed, Diana staring at him with a gape as his still mostly flaccid but obscenely gargantuan member fell down to slap her belly, making her grunt with its sheer weight as the huge snake of veiny black flesh reached all the way up to her breasts.

She stared as his huge member twitched a couple of times and started to quickly grow and harden up as he grinned at her stunned look, reaching down to leisurely stroke his enormous cock as it grew towards its full, astonishing glory, throbbing powerfully as it rapidly took on the consistence of titanium, standing like a giant tower in front of the much smaller angelic female, frozen in the frightening shadow of his maleness.

She quickly moved to get out of her tunic, but her eyes stayed locked on him for the whole time as he rested one hand on his hip and leisurely stroked his now fully erected, gargantuan member with the other. His member was titanic, and the fact he was now a full eighteen-six feet tall gave a scale of just how huge his penis was, as it towered all the way up to his chest, reaching most likely up to his chin and not so far away from being four feet wide. She felt her heart nearly stopping in front of such display of virile might.

It was a godlike sight... Rather, she couldn't really say she had seen anything that could match him, not even between the angels and gods. He radiated power, even as he idly stroked himself and grinned with his head slightly, teasingly tilted to the side. His Mohawk, which also made him look even taller and more imposing, was far better than any crown, and it inspired a reverent fear of his determination and strength. His grin, and the light in his sapphire eyes, the left one marked with that scar, was pure impudence, self-confidence and challenge. No matter how modest he acted... he knew his power. He knew he was superior in so many ways... And through his eyes, a potential rival could see that immediately, like a sentence without appeal.

And now that he was naked, showing himself in all of his magnificence, she smiled to herself at the awareness she could have staid there, looking at him forever. His musculature was sheer, overwhelming power... His cock, was a masculinity so domineering and powerful to be frightening. Just staring at it, she couldn't help but purr, deeply, needing, throaty voice worshipping him from afar like he was a god as she felt her vagina tremble with a mix of terror and sheer, unstoppable longing. His goliath penis towered over a pair of testicles more than proportionate, huge and heavy with the overabundance of his precious essence, and the sight of his gargantuan, white-furred sac only made her feel more need, as she craved for what she had dreamed for million of years and found out just how much majestic the reality was compared with her already glorious fantasies and memories... And gods... he looks even better and greater so close...

"Gods, Killer... so huge..." She moaned quietly out, her cheeks reddening furiously, and her eyes betraying a bit of uncertainty as she threw her tunic aside and rested naked in front of him, her expression telling clearly that she feared to not be worth of him and of the other girls he could have if just he wanted to...

But Killer eased those fears away, eyeing her bare, black furred feminine body with interest and appreciation, murring a bit as he smiled in affective, reassuring approbation.

"I am..." He said quietly, grinning a bit. "A lot more than I was the last time, Diana..."

"So I see..." She replied with a smile as her eyes roved over him in rapture.

He calmly advanced, kneeling over her, one huge, muscular leg on either side of her body, enormous testicles much larger than her head brushing heavily over her belly as she stared upwards at his stunning obsidian tower of flesh, her eyes tracing over a complex map of thick veins that pulsated to feed with blood the powerfully throbbing member of the giant male.

"So... You said you wanted to do something more for me, I believe..." He suggested teasingly, and Diana nodded quickly, waking up from her craving trance and moving quietly her hand with a rotation of her wrist... And Killer saw a yardstick in her fingers, sure that a moment before there was nothing.

"I know you have been curious in the last days..." She purred affectively, smiling as she pushed herself up to set the yardstick against the enormous, thick base of the gigantic cock of the male, who grinned down at her and continued to leisurely stroke himself as the angel nuzzled into his diamond-hard flesh and noisily, hungrily inhaled his potent scent, which was absolutely intoxicating around his domineering sex.

She let her senses fill up of him, only of him, as she drank in the sight of his body and the scent of his manliness, as she let herself shiver with the fear he inspired, with the arousal he caused. She let his presence alone dominate her just like he was her owner and she was his slave to toy with, and she filled her mind and heart with the feelings he awakened into her. Four million years waiting... And he's worth every second... I'd wait one billion, for this...

She flushed, her cheeks burning red as she so slavishly, sluttishly submitted herself to his whim, but this don't slowed her down as she pushed the end of the measuring tape - how tiny her hands looked over that divine pillar of obsidian flesh! - against the thick base of his cock, against the protruding cum-channel that was without exaggerations thicker than her arm, and she delicately kept the tape in place with a loving, feminine slender hand as she started unrolling the tape, stretching it along his hugeness as her eyes widened and gleamed, her breath becoming a panting as he put a huge hand over her head and his fingers twirled dominatingly into her hair... But gently, so gently... He wasn't treating her like a slave, no... Nothing of that. It was love, made manifest after so many years had passed from when she had been his favourite, from when he had made her pregnant and generated Riaku. A love different from the one he had for Alexis, of course... She knew it so well... But nonetheless, love. He was there for her... And he was promising, with the words and the action, that he would have always been there for her. In peace like in war. In health and in sickness. And whatever was needed to do in order to protect her, he would have done without a hesitation.

She looked up at him with love and adoration in her eyes, and his own smiled back at her with that renewed promise, and a new, even greater gratitude. He wasn't going to forget that she had broken the rules of even Heaven, disobeyed to even God to come and see him... He wasn't going to forget that her love and faith had been total and unfazed by even four million years. He wasn't going to forget the help she had given him, the warning she had brought. And he was ready to fight back Hell, Heaven, the gods themselves, to protect her and keep faith to his promises. She loved that of him, between so many things: his word was law, and no matter the risks, he was ready to anything in order to protect his dear ones. He never backed off.

Finally, Diana stared breathlessly at the measuring tape, having reached the top of Killer's titanic member as he smirked at the sheer amount of tape she had had to unroll... And the black female kissed his shaft hungrily before she looked at him pettishly and meowed: "Curious, big boy...?"

"Quite." He amusedly answered, grinning a bit. "Being measured this way by an angel no less makes it sweeter, besides."

"My pleasure..." She purred, smiling widely as she gave an idle, little flap of her gleaming wings. "You are a full ninety-six inches, lover... or eight feet, if you prefer. And out of the Northlands, most people are barely six feet tall..." Diana teasingly said, throwing the tape away and stroking her hands along the sides of his enormous member as she grinned up at him.

Killer, on his part, smirked back, admittedly all too happy of how his curiosity had been satiated... And of how Diana lovingly stretched her mouth open over his immense, engorged cockhead and slurped greedily on the thick flow of potent pre that he was starting to pour generously out, her hands rubbing back and forth along his enormous length.

She murred hungrily as she suckled on his pre, the potent taste of his essence and of his flesh only arousing her more, making her shiver with a desire so strong that it seemed impossible to satisfy... But Diana knew he was going to.

The angel-tigress moved her hands to her bosom, squeezing her breasts lustfully as she moved forwards, arching her back a bit to push her firm swells on his gigantic shaft, massaging her soft flesh against his steel-hard, obsidian one and pushing her whole body up and down along his enormous length as she almost squatted to please him as much as she could, grinding her chest and abdomen against his goliath cock as she felt his colossal testicles weight against her centre, her hot, craving juices coating his white-furred sack with a warm invitation...

And Killer, seating with his back slightly arched and his legs spread in a V, let his head rest and tilt backwards with a murr of pleasure through his grinning fangs, one hand holding her head and guiding her gently and the other squeezing one of her buttocks with appreciation as she quietly moaned in delight.

She slurped over his pre, her tongue lovingly lapping at his thick, powerful flesh and her mouth stretching open as much as she could manage, jaws noisily -and probably painfully- popping open to the extreme as she hungrily dived forwards to take his immense, engorged head into her warm mouth as her tongue darted agilely from side to side, then slowly lapped up to the flare of his massive head, making him groan in delight and gently squeeze her skull in his thick fingers...

He stared with a grinning murr at the way her cheeks bulged obscenely with the sizes of his member, and idly realized that she truly shouldn't be able to fit him into her so-small and oh so tight mouth. For the first time that night, he wondered if the magic of being an angel allowed her... a superior flexibility. Because he could tell from the way her muzzle, and now throat as well bulged with his sheer hugeness, that another girl would have already have her jaws shattered.

"How do you...?" He asked quietly, before he grunted in delight and licked his lips slowly at the sudden, almost electric shiver of pleasure she sent up along his spine with the impossible but incredibly lustful movements of her tongue against his thick member as she dived forwards a few more inches, his cock making her neck swell as it invaded her throat, deeper and deeper. Her gulping, gagging, choking noises were almost hard to listen to, another proof that she was doing a stunt that would have killed her if she wasn't... well, already dead. But she looked up at him from around his member with a reassuring smile in her eyes, and he thought to hear a much different noise between the others... Almost like she had tried to said to let her go, to let her try.

He gladly accomplished, squeezing her skull in his hand when she pushed her head forwards once more, her tongue lapping hungrily at his immense shaft as it invaded her body and pushed even deeper down her throat, and he growled in lust at the burning hot pleasure that came from his member as it happily, powerfully throbbed inside her, trapped in an almost painfully tight embrace: her mouth felt far too small around his gargantuan cock, and he felt astonishing pleasure from that wet, squeezing tightness. Her throat was even tighter, and her muscles contracted, flexed and gagged against the invader, massaging his shaft in such delightful way that he could only define it 'heavenly'.

He growled lustfully as she shut her eyes tight and stretched her mouth even more, pushing forwards, rolling her tongue out to lavish slobber upon the shaft as its prodigious length claimed more and more and more and more of her throat, inches after inches disappearing down into her.

Killer grinned in amazed delight as he tangled a hand in her hair and rolled her head back and forth with an ounce of his crushing strength. The filthy noises of a throat attempting to reverse itself filled the room as the huge male liger fed her what must have been half of him, great tendrils of silver and white pouring from her lips, connecting breasts to chin to lip to massive black shaft. And Killer grinned and shut his eyes in delight as he ascertained that while most girls could barely stay conscious enduring such a ravaging in their throat, Diana amazingly reached out to caress and massage his gigantic balls, purring between gagging noises at their tremendous but yet sweet weight.

Even as he blissfully thrusted back and forth in her throat, Diana continued to hungrily, lovingly roll and twist her tongue against his thick rod, lapping at each huge, protruding vein as drool formed and bubbled at the corners of her insanely stretched mouth, hanging in thick ropes from her lips and mixing with his dense pre as it flowed copiously down into her, filling her mouth, her throat, sloshing around his member as he gently but powerfully moved and guided her head with his hand.

Diana moaned quietly, a groan of deep, satiated lust purring out of her stuffed throat, the sound of bliss of someone who, after long and torturing travel in the desert, quenches the thirst with precious, delicious water... And Killer let her hear his own groan of delight as he twirled his fingers gently into her hair and rubbed affectively at her head even as he powerfully buried his enormous length into her, looking blissfully down to his gigantic obsidian cock as it came out of her mouth shining with her drool and his pre before it sunk back down in her ravenous, tight passage, grinning as he felt her fangs gently rub against his steel hardness, teasing him even further.

He looked down at her with his eyes that showed unusual affection... something that only Alexis normally got from him, and she looked back up at him with love, and a lustful gratitude in her gaze as her ruby eyes gleamed happily. And he smiled, nodding softly as he slowly pulled back, moving many, many inches of his gigantic cock out of her mouth with easy movements of his hips, murring in delight at the sight of his shaft shining with drool and pre like a polished ornament, loving how saliva and thick precum dripped out all around and hung down in long ropes every time his monster came free into the air, before he pushed back into her, lustfully listening to her hopeless chocking and gagging, relieved of the fact that Diana seemed unfazed by the fact she couldn't breathe because of his cock cramming her up so completely. Angels evidently don't need to breathe...

Diana moved one of her hands up his powerful, rippled abdomen, rubbing lovingly over his bulging musculature even as she suckled on his giant cock, her fingers reaching up to brush his enormous, rock-hard masculine chest as her other hand squeezed a colossal testicle teasingly, hungrily, the angel moaning at the feeling of such enormous orb, so vast that her hand encompassed only a small part of the rippled surface... Her palm needingly caressed the white, silky fur of his sac, rubbing the enormous sperm tank below, feeling the thick veins that protruded even over his all-male balls, strengthening the impression that his testicles were so huge they were almost going to explode out of his own sac. And the weight... the sheer weight made her shiver and melt her needing sex in a lustful mess of juices of desire as her bicep bulged at the attempt of lifting just one of his pendulous, enormous balls with her hand as she moaned at the burning heat coming from the gallons of his purest essence, contained there, so close to her touch.

She could not help but seize one in both hands, grunting slightly from around his omnipotent organ, amazed at the way both her arms flexed just to lift his giant testicle. There must have been enough seed in one of those orbs to drown a leviathan, and the need to feel him come filled her up with heat, like a rising spire.

Her tongue reflected her need as it rolled and circled in impossible, delightful laps against his black, potent flesh, making him growl deeply in rising pleasure, the much smaller angel shivering with an almost electric wave of pleasure shaking her spine as his voice matched the sheer masculine forces that were his towering cock and his dangling all-male balls, each orb so much bigger than her head.

Killer straightened a bit, releasing a deep, growling murr that was a warning that added itself to the feeling of his cock stiffening and bulging even greater and harder into her mouth, stretching her muzzle even more as her cheeks already bulged impossibly out with his sheer immensity. The huge male spread his legs a bit, both of his hands reaching up to seize the back of her skull from the two sides as he pistoned his immense length faster and harder in and out of her muzzle, tilting his head backwards with a growl of delight as he arched his back, making his gigantic musculature bulge out and Diana's eyes bulged out as she hungrily looked at the harmony of power that his body was, even as he pulled her head forwards to meet his thrusts, guiding her along his colossal black shaft.

And then, with a deafening roar of pure conquest and power, he buried himself down into her throat, his enormous member spearing all the way into her stomach as her face and neck bulged obscenely with his sheer sizes, and he erupted his burning hot, huge load into her.

Diana's eyes bulged and stared straight ahead, focusing like lasers on his spectacular abdominals without really seeing them, or anything else: sight had lost importance for the moment, as other senses overwhelmed her. His load was going to be massive beyond understanding, proportional to the massive virility it came from: she felt his first blast explode into her with such might that, wasn't for his hands still squeezing her skull in his hold, she would have been burst off him, slammed away by the sheer strength of his jet of burning hot seed. It felt like someone had crammed in her throat a whole battery of artillery and now was firing all the pieces at once: the thick, dense cum filled her stomach up in no time, and still he fired off so much of his precious essence that she felt it surge up along his enormous, pistoning member until she coughed around his flesh, thick seed blasting out of her mouth from the intense, building up pressure, even as stretched mouth sealed so smugly over his rod that it felt incredible that something else could force its way out... His own seed burst out of her mouth and splattered over her face, along his legs and over his crotch, abdominals and enormous testicles: she stared at this in amazement, astonished by the sheer amount of his semen, which had already coated most of her face and of his gigantic balls, from where it dripped down to the floor, thick ropes of cum connecting her face and his abdomen...

And her eyes widened in stunned admiration when he started to pull back out of her, still hosing seed into her in one endless jet, which filled her up so much that she felt his cum explode out of even her nostrils... And the most shocking awareness was that this was still just the first of his blasts, which, alone, was lasting seconds and seconds, bursting out gallons of his semen.

Finally, his endless anaconda of black flesh emerged out of her, drenched in his own white cum and connected to the mess of her face and mouth by ropes of thick, dense cum the thickness of fingers or more, his blast still hosing her in a continuous flood that filled effortlessly her open mouth.

Her two hands reached up for his cannon immediately, joining his much bigger one on the sperm-drenched member as he stroked himself powerfully, aiming his cock over the much smaller angel laying in front of his huge, powerful body. Killer felt ecstasy in his whole being. He felt almost omnipotent, seeing an angel, no less, bathing blissfully in his seed, as finally his first blast ended and the second jet was fired, even greater, plastering of white, sticky cum Diana, literally from head to toe, even as his blast crossed effortlessly the whole tent and knocked down several objects he didn't care to identify before his semen splattered against the thick fabric of the tent.

More and more blasts followed, and the sheer power of his orgasm, something never before tried, added even more to his ecstasy. Added to the fact that Diana was there, after all those years... still loving him like the last time they had been together... and, angel or not, she was ravenous like he had never though she could have ever been.

His climax lasted literally minutes. Many, but no one of the two would have managed to say how many as stood there, panting and staring at one another for what felt like half an hour; he down his grinning muzzle, and her through a thick, heavy mask of cum which was heavy on her eyelids even after she had scoped away a few handful of his semen, his essence clinging to her cheeks, dripping out of her soaked hair, and caked in thick sheets of frosting on her breasts and on her whole body, with so much dense cum weighting on her wings that both doubted she would have been able to fly in that moment.

And just to add to that, nothing in the vast, palace-like tent seemed to have been left untouched: cum was plastered even on the ceiling, and several large objects had been knocked down in puddles of seed, the nearest one being a heavy carafe of silver that had been seating on top of a low table now drenched in white semen.

"Wow..." Killer breathed stupidly, smirking down at Diana as she smiled a gaping, astonished smile. She was obviously stunned, but the funny thing was that he was quite surprised as well: after all, it was the first time he had occasion to have an erection, and everything that followed, from when he had grown up to his new sizes a few days before, by absorbing a tremendous amount of dark energy from Vera in their duel. So, it was a bit of a surprise for him as well.

Diana tried to find words to whisper to him, gasping for breath as she still gulped down thick load after thick load of the male's powerful ambrosia, longing for words, for one spare thought. But she couldn't find any to describe what had just happened... She thought, anyway, that their eyes had traded the concept with much greater efficiency than any word would have ever managed, and she could already feel the gigantic head of his cock teasingly rolling against her tight sex, and that pretty much erased any thought from her mind as she bathed in the ecstasy of being his. Of being about to be satisfied after four million years of longing.

He had finished off his orgasm by blasting his last gigantic loads over her tiny gates, providing her the lube needed, and now the engorged, rounded tip of his spear of flesh moved slowly up and down as he breathed quietly, pinning her to the cum-drenched cushions with the greatest possible gentleness as he rocked his potent hips slowly, thrusting not into her yet but over her swollen, craving lips, spreading his own hot, slick seed over her and letting her feel just how immense he was.

He let him prepare herself for him, and admittedly he prepared himself: it seemed impossible that he could force his goliath penis into her slender, so much smaller body without ripping her apart and tear her inside out... She had reassured him, said that just like her mouth had done the impossible feat of welcoming him, her body was going to do the same... But it's not like I'm not nervous... I'll never fit without breaking her in two...

He didn't backed out, through, nor did he shown his doubts. Not out of egoism, for the burning desire he had for her, but because he was going to give her whatever she wished, from now on. And as he smiled softly down at her, looking fondly over the little angel as she bucked back against him, tugging him impatiently towards her by his enormous, muscular shoulders and moaning quietly, eyes half-lidded with dreaming bliss as he rolled the thick, gigantic head of his shaft against her vagina over and over. And it didn't matter the fact she also trembled with fear at the feeling of just how immense he was... she spread her legs as wide as she could, and pushed her crotch up against his member with ravenous need, and let him know exactly what she wanted.

"Please..." She moaned softly.

She groaned quietly as he slowly pulled back and straightened a bit, one hand reaching down to grasp his thick shaft and guide it slowly against her tight, sealed passage as she hold her legs up and tried to spread them even wider, panting in need and then groaning softly once more as she felt the titanic pressure of his member touching her sensitive vagina, the gigantic obsidian tower sending shivers of need and delight as the simple contact caused her an amazing, pleasurable feeling of satisfaction. Now, her desire for the huge male that had filled her dreams for her whole life and for her immortal existence as angel overrode all the fear she had of his monstrous hugeness and for his power. Just like shortly before, when she had deepthroated him, well aware that he could have effortlessly killed her in so many ways - either by crushing her skull, breaking her face away simply by fucking her muzzle with an ounce of his might, suffocating her or drowning her in his seed or filling her stomach up with his essence until it burst open... - she placed her existence in his hands, giving herself entirely to him.

Diana gazed up to his icy sapphire eyes, which looked back with affection and the awareness of just how entirely she was giving up herself to him, the huge male smiling gently down at her as she gaped a bit at the pleasure that came from the male's immensity being so tenderly toyed over her soaked gates as her hands laced around his neck in absolute need, tugging him gently once more.

"Please..." She breathed again, and one of her hands moved over his potent shoulder to come to his front, to stroke and massage over his broad, masculine chest, her palms touching with awed reverence the wall of powerful muscles as her fingers traced over the profile of his musculature, up the rippling ridges and down the deep valleys of his tremendous strength.

She arched her back with a content moan and instinctively bucked enthusiastically against him as she felt the thick, enormous head of his goliath penis push forwards gently, sinking into her even so slightly and already seeming to stretch her so much as she pulled him closer and arched her back with a blissful cry as she pushed herself against him, firm breasts brushing against his powerful chest as he leaned down a bit more over her, letting their bodies grind together as they moved and panted quietly.

The huge male liger thrusted forwards again, gently, slowly, moving almost lazily as their eyes locked and the angel let out a deep, long sigh of pleasure, and even when his huge cock forced forwards, Diana only cried out gently, feeling her tight passage stretching wider and wider as he guided himself into her, not with the domineering, ramming power of muscles but with just enough of his power to gradually, lovingly take him inside, stretching but not tearing, making her body tremble powerfully against his as her arms locked around his neck with abandon and she panted in his mane while he thrusted his enormous obsidian shaft inside her.

He gazed into her enchanting ruby eyes, and she immediately reached up a hand to stroke down his cheek, smiling reassuringly even as tears started to gleam in her irises as he forced into her and widened her passage even more. But her hand rubbed gently over his face, then up into his mane, where her fingers tangled softly in the long fur, and Diana pulled him down, closer, her face expressing a desire that was a true need... And their mouths met again, hungrily searching each other's as his lips encompassed gently hers, their tongues working and battling fiercely against each other as he tasted her and his own potent seed, their eyes closing as their hands satiated the need for each other, wandering on their bodies with gentleness: hers stroking down his strong, masculine chest, one of his powerful arms moving to wrap around her body and anchor her to him as his other hand rubbed gently up her feminine belly and between her firm, plump breasts, rolling softly his palm over her cleavage before descending to grasp one of her swells and squeezing it teasingly, making her purr deeply in his mouth as their tongues danced together.

The huge male pulled slowly back, even if he had buried into her only the very head of his enormous member, and Diana released a long, drawn out hot moan that washed into his mouth and over his features as she felt him so gently and softly stretching her out, pushing his hugeness into her with the greatest possible gentleness, to give her the most pleasure while hurting her as little as possible.

He pulled back with his hips until only the very tip of his enormous member was inside her, and hot juices of want gushed out of her stretched passage, making him murr in delight at the awareness that she was already so close to her first orgasm... so close... Her juices mixed with the gallons of seed he had hosed her with, and he felt the hot moisture roll down his immense shaft before he pushed forwards again with a precise, expert move of his hips.

She rocked her body against his and her back arched, their kiss breaking as she released another long, loud and crying moan, drool falling from her agape mouth as her eyes widened and stared into his as he let out his own growl of pleasure, his hand squeezing her breast hungrily as her hard nipple pressed into his palm and he moved slowly, skillfully to roll it gently and teasingly.

His touch made her lid her eyes in bliss as she let out another breathless, soft sound of pleasure, pushing herself hungrily against him as his arm hold her close to his powerful body, Diana trying to push her chest all the more into his teasing, skilled hand, and she sighed in blissful abandon as she felt clearly that, already, a burning heat was growing steadily in her loins, and she felt only ecstasy even as he forced his immensity into her slender, much smaller body, such was his care and gentleness. And she understood that she wouldn't have resisted for much longer, as the pleasure coming from his goliath penis stretching her insanely open overcome largely even her dreams, giving her a bliss that even in Heaven she hadn't believed possible to achieve.

Soon, Killer looked down at her in pleased surprise, and he couldn't help but grin as he recognized the heat growing in her sex, and Diana panted lustfully as she felt a wonderful feeling growing from her tight passage, her breath quickening as she let out short, soft sounds of pleasure as she instinctively began to buck her hips against his monstrous black shaft, the little angel seeming to try to impale herself over his gigantic member as she rocked against the huge head as her vagina contracted and tightened even more over his hard, thick flesh.

And Killer stared into the blissful abandon that gleamed in her ruby irises as she clutched at the sperm-soaked cushions with her hands as her face turned skywards with a cry of ecstasy, a look of extreme pleasure in her eyes as her throat vibrated with rising cries of the deepest pleasure.

He met her hungry bucking with new thrusts, squeezing her closer as she pressed her body up against his muscular form, and he growled in lust as her vagina burned with her first orgasm already, her tight passage rhythmically squeezing onto his enormous member as her hot, clear juices surged from her passage and burst out free from around his girthy obsidian tower, coating her inner thighs and streaming down his black shaft.

Killer closed his eyes and couldn't help but grin, quite amazed at the rapidity with which she had reached her first climax: not so often he had lived such experiences with girls that weren't virgins... And this, anyway, was special, since Diana was special for him... And he opened one eyes to gaze passionately down at her as she panted out in the haze of ecstasy of her release: "Killer... Killer..." For a moment, she only panted blissfully, loving how his quiet thrusting and his gentle groping added even more warm pleasure to the rhapsody of her senses, and then she breathed: "Yes... yes, love... yes! Please... push inside me, love... I'll die if you don't... oh, please... I can't even imagine how much pleasure you'll give me... I want to feel you, Killer... if it's so much bliss now..."

He silently looked over her with affection, drinking of her love and of her need as she gazed up at him with gleaming eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging him forwards with passionate impatience, and they kissed again, hungrily, the huge male taking his role of domination over her as his tongue wrestled her to pin it down and invade her throat even as he thrusted forwards again, seed and juices lubricating his enormous member as it forced a few more inches into her, stretching her even wider, a thick bulge starting to appear in her crotch, rising towards her belly as he pushed himself forwards. Killer grinned widely, hearing her blissful cries with delight, listening at the way she breathed his name as now he pulled back and thrusted firmly forwards again, easily passing her stretched, destroyed gates now, burying yet some more of so many inches of gargantuan cock into her, a long, drawn out groan of pure pleasure escaping her gritted ivory fangs. "My little angel..." He breathed teasingly out. "... So much more still I can give to you..."

"I need it..." She cried out quietly in answer, their bodies now working in concert as she rocked back against him to meet his thrusts as he slowly but inexorably conquered her, forcing inches after inches of thick, monstrous obsidian shaft into her, violating the most remote and sacred depths of the angel that she was, her head rocking slowly from side to side as her wings flapped quietly in a spasm of pleasure-pain as her tight passage gave in some more and his gigantic cock claimed some more of her. "All of it..." She demanded. "I need all of you." She panted, her legs clutching around his waist and her jaws gaping open with bliss as she shut her eyes tight with each thrust, gazing into nothingness every time he pulled slowly back, her hands tangled in his mane and her whole body shivering with pleasure, her back arching at every minimum movement of the giant male as her head was thrown backwards and rocked from side to side with cries of bliss and want. Every thrust, now, lifted her whole body up from the cushions like she weighted nothing, and the muscles of the male bulged against her body with a power that made her shiver in a mix of fear, reverence and adoration.

Killer could feel an inferno of heat around his gigantic penis, her tight passage squeezing on him with surprising, almost painful pressure, their mixed juices squelching noisily at every movement of his huge rod and streaking down his member and even down his legs... And he felt clearly another hot fluid slowly streak down his monstrous shaft and rolling off his enormous testicles, dripping down his legs, sure that it was her warm, angelic blood. But much as she had stretched her, or more likely torn her open, ripping her inner fold and shattering her lips, Diana showed almost no pain at all, and the way she vociferously moved and hungrily pushed against him, reacted at his touch like it was electrical and the way she tried to willingly impale herself even more on his goliath cock, it all told him that she was in the deepest of ecstasies.

He grunted in pleasure as his cock sunk a bit more into the warm, tight embrace of her passage, feeling her inner folds squeezing and rolling and massaging all along his monstrous obsidian shaft, and she erased any doubt he may have had as she pushed herself up, and gazed needingly into his eyes, panting hard as she bucked her hips hard against him, impaling herself even more on his colossal member as she cried out again: "Don't worry for me... All of it! Please, give me all!"

Killer immediately answered with a low growl of lust, pulling her down along his immense length as he thrust firmly upwards with his hips, gargantuan cock sinking even deeper into her as she shrieked in a mix of pain and ecstasy... And Killer gazed down, seeing the bulge in her belly now much larger and longer, reaching so high in her abdomen that he was sure he had pierced her insides somewhere truly deep, torn through and past her sex and into somewhere else... He knew it. He had killed with sex so many times, in so many ways... But he trusted her. He trusted Diana entirely. She knows what she does... She bucked firmly again, and he didn't hesitate to thrust upwards to meet her movement, powerfully shoving upwards with his gargantuan cock, his shaft alone lifting effortlessly the female up, clear off the cushions as she cried out a long, loud moan as her head fell backwards and rocked from side to side as her claws bruised his thick, muscular shoulders. The huge male growled in lust at that, and firmly pulled her downwards along his shaft as he slammed his hips forwards once more, in one last, awe-inspiring thrust, and Diana screamed in untamed ecstasy, screaming words that were impossible to understand, even if Killer caught hints of his name and several loud yes as his cock filled her up, the whole monstrous tower of 96 inches of obsidian, harder-than-steel flesh buried into her as his testicles slapped her shapely buttocks so hard to redden them immediately as she bounced with a moan from the sheer force of the impact with his immense balls, blood and juices squelching noisily and spurting in large drops all around.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! It's so fucking huge!" Diana cried out between loud, breathless pants, and Killer almost laughed between his own pants as he gazed amusedly down at her. Not exactly the words you expect from an angel...

She looked back up at him as they panted together, with a gleam of lust and pleasure in her eyes that reminded him of Alexis, such was the ravenous quality in her look... And her pants grew immediately lustful and high with pleasure as he slowly moved and started to draw back out before he thrust forwards again, hilting once more with a loud, squelching slap of flesh on flesh, his gigantic testicles slamming on her anus wetly, striking like wrecking-balls and making her whole body bounce a bit as she panted breathlessly.

"Gods... oh, gods..." She moaned softly out, before her melodious voice turned into a loud, almost screaming groan as she felt yet another orgasm striking her already, coming from that single thrust. She blushed intensely, but she couldn't control herself in any way as waves of burning pleasure washed over her again and again as he now started up a strong, rhythmical pounding that saw him drawing out almost half of his immense shaft before pistoning himself back in her depths over and over again... And she moaned blissfully as for the second time her senses took the upper hand and her tight passage constricted rhythmically against Killer's pounding member, her juices washing down his tremendous length once again as she shivered in delirious pleasure.

Killer gazed at her with delight as she come with such ecstatic pleasure, and she rocked her head from side to side as she came so hard that she thought that some of her hair must have fallen out.

"Sorry..." Diana panted out softly when her orgasm began to slowly subside, leaving her panting and shivering in the aftermath, her hands clutching at the cushions so hard that she had torn into them. "I'm not... I'm not being a great lover, I know..." She said quietly, the blush on her cheeks increasing, but he smiled and leaned down to nuzzle her reassuringly before kissing her cheek.

"Not true... I'm loving it." He reassured her with a grin, and Diana smiled at him happily, even if she staid crimson on her face, her breath harsh as he thrust his immense member in and out of her slowly, lovingly, but powerfully, so powerfully that she shivered at the thought of just how strong he was, as he kept a steady, strong rhythm as the angel bounced and worked back against him, letting out loud, drawn-out sounds of pleasure.

It could have been easily agony, and probably anyone looking at the way her belly bulged with the shape of his enormous cock every time he thrust forwards to bury into her depths, red, warm blood streaking slowly down his tremendous shaft would have said that he was killing her... But Diana, with whatever magic she possessed as Angel, seemed to be unfazed by the fact that his member was apparently filling her up all the way, like she was hollow inside... And the moans she released were unmistakably of pleasure.

His hand continued to tease and squeeze her firm breasts as his other hand, wrapped around her, pulled her closer, just like her own arms, locked for dear life around his neck, tugged him closer with insatiable need, her eyes staring at his, ruby and sapphire both burning with flames of desire and want as the female nuzzled him gratefully, kissed and pecked and nipped at his muzzle and at his throat, expressing her love, ecstasy and gratitude in every way possible as she rocked her body against him, in tandem with his movements, trying to put all of her strength in the act as she tried to show she was worth of his overwhelming power, her jaw hanging agape with the bliss as her head rocked from side to side and her whole body bounced with the strength of his thrusts, with the force of his gigantic testicles that smacked into her buttocks again and again as his thick, gigantic cock pierced into her over and over, stretching her, ripping her, destroying her and rebuilding her anew with pleasure as even the pain and the blood only added to their bliss.

She wondered just how she could stay conscious under his thrusts as he mounted her gently, and yet revealing such crushing power. Drool fell from her gaping mouth, and her eyes bulged as she saw the enormous bulge that was his cock reshaping her belly every time he pushed into her most remote depths, and she felt exotic, amazing pleasure at the awareness that, despite the blood that reddened his colossal tower of meat, she wasn't in danger, and the pain she felt was only a part of a billion sensations that only added to an harmony of ecstasy that was leaving her consciousness hazed by bliss. She stared past the wall of bulging, titanium-hard muscles of his body to let her eyes admire his gargantuan shaft when he pulled back out, staring with exotic amazement at the way five or more feet of obscenely-thick, tremendously huge veiny shaft surged out of her ravaged passage, mixed juices and blood drenching his flesh and dripping everywhere and hanging in thick ropes before he forced into her again, their crotched slapping wetly and loudly together, his cock sinking back into her with its own wet, loud squish and his testicles smacking into her reddened butt with enough strength to make her bounce.

"I... I think you are... fucking my brain out of me..." She moaned, and the huge male grinned. He took pleasure from everything, in that ride... Even from the sheer surprise of hearing an angel vocalize her pleasure with such... richness of details.

Other pleasure, lighter, but beautiful, came to her from his expert touch as he toyed with her breast and played expertly with her hard nipples, his fingers working skillfully against her body and his mouth every now and then licking and nipping down her throat and over her chest... And she felt the heat in her loins once again rise and overcome every limit, every possibility of control, and she understood from his grin and his even stronger thrusting that he had felt it as well, and with the pleasure coming from the giant male and his titanic cock buried inside her, her new orgasm rose with force thousands of times greater than before.

She shut her eyes tight, and he heard her calling his name over and over again between cries of pleasure that got louder and louder, rising into screams of ecstasy that he welcomed by thrusting with even more power, drilling into her depths with thrusts that were harder, faster, harder, stronger, rocking the whole tent with each powerful shove now, as Diana sunk slightly into the earth below, having long been sunk into the mountain of cushions by his pounding as he worked now more than half of his virile immensity in and out of her.

She bucked back against him frantically, out of time with his powerful thrusts, delirious with ecstasy as she seized his thick, muscular shoulder as hard as she could manage, her knuckles becoming white such was the strength she applied as her back arched so much he feared she would have broken in half, and she shut her eyes tight as she voiced a shriek of pure bliss, feeling her orgasm hit once more.

Killer growled in delight, Diana shrieked in ecstasy, and rocked herself powerfully against him, her vagina contracting and clenching over his enormous shaft with such strength it actually hurt, but much as her sex squeezed into his steel-hardness, he only grinned and murred in pleasure, and his pounding continued, merciless, and It seemed that each new, miniscule length of her passage that he ravaged held an orgasm waiting to happen, and when it would, that echoed with shuddering climaxes back down every inch. Her juices rushed down her passage with incredible force, making Killer murr in delight at the feeling of the fluids sloshing around his huge member, before they exploded out of her, further lubricating him as his thick cock shoved into her over and over again.

Finally, he felt his own orgasm growing with greater and greater power and heat, and he instinctively know he had by now little control left over himself as he slammed himself powerfully back and forth, growling in rising delight at the feeling of her incredible tightness, at the way her passage continued to convulse and clench and contract around him even as her orgasm had subsided, and his muscles bulged powerfully as he forced himself even stronger in that white hot, burning embrace as Diana writhed and moaned in her own bliss beneath him, clutching at his waist with her legs, at his neck with her arms, pushing against him, grinding against his body in love and need, shivering in the pleasure he was giving her, even as he took her so powerfully.

He stood up, straightening in the tent and effortlessly lifting the angel up with his gigantic cock buried into her to the hilt, sustaining her weight with just his huge, powerful member, making her groan in abandon and bliss at the feeling of his gargantuan shaft shifting inside her, seeming to penetrate her even deeper, impaling her completely as she felt her legs dangle down along his... And she moaned quietly, willingly putting all of her remaining strength in the effort of lifting her bare feet up, carefully placing them over the strong, deadly spikes that jutted from his knees, shutting her eyes tightly as she purred at the amazing feeling of the immense tower of flesh inside her as she began to move, to squat up and down along his monstrous shaft, moaning out in pleasure at every little movement, and gazing into his eyes with love...

He looked at this for a few instants, drinking in the feeling and in the sight both of the angel eagerly, hungrily even impaling herself on his goliath penis, before he reached his hands gently up and squeezed affectively into her hips, helping her exhausted body, effortlessly moving her up and down his shaft, both of them groaning in delight as their eyes hungrily watched each other: hers drinking of the flex of his enormous muscles, his bathing in the sight of her body bulging and flexing each time she lowered herself and impaled the enormous member in her depths.

He began to move her faster up and down, and in the same time he started to thrust upwards with his hips to meet her movements, his gigantic shaft penetrating her again and again, the giant liger burying himself to the hilt in the much smaller angel as she eagerly, hungrily worked back against him, their joined efforts making her whole body bounce, her breasts jiggling and jumping on her chest with each of his powerful, quickening shoves upwards as his masculine, deep growls and grunts mixed with her feminine, breathless moans of pleasure, making an harmony of bliss for the two, the fleshy sounds of his penis striking deep into her only adding to their feelings.

He felt his orgasm grow rapidly, now, his harder-than-steel cock stiffening up and hardening even more as the heat in his gigantic testicles spread to his whole, enormous member, his climax rising and drawing nearer and nearer... But before him, it was Diana who reached yet one more orgasm, her vagina beginning to flex and clench around him once more, with amazing force. She shrieked in ecstasy as her passage sealed again and again around his penis as her precious fluids were released from deep inside her.

It was the final push he needed to go over the edge, as he felt the strong, tight, almost painful clenching of her sex and the wash of juices that flooded along his already well lubricated shaft like a blissful waterfall, and he his thrusts grew even faster, Diana bouncing over him, up and down, with every one of his movements, and she let out loud cry after loud cry of pleasure, which rose into a true, loud scream of awed, immense passion as she felt his thick, huge load explode into her, enormous, strong, hot. It seemed to fill her whole being with warmth as her passage was filled up rapidly with his purest essence as he blasted out loads that felt even greater than the ones she had experienced early, if possible. She closed her eyes dreamingly as her screams of pleasure born from her throat and rose as a praise to his skills, power and experience, delightfully feeling his muscles bulge with power as he arched his back and flexed with a loud, domineering roar, his hands continuing to guide her body effortlessly up and down in the long journey along his gigantic shaft as gallons of his seed blasted into her, over and over again, making her shiver.

He pumped out more and more jets of his hot, sticky seed, the small female crammed full of his essence from long time already, his cum bursting out of her ravaged passage and splattering on their legs, coating his enormous testicles, dripping down to the floor, hanging in thick ropes from the stretched, torn lips of her sex and forming a huge puddle on the floor beneath as Diana bounced over his massive length, bowing forwards as her breasts jumped on her chest and her body was pistoned up and down the immense length.

And finally, after many minutes, after what was for them an eternity of pure bliss, he kneeled again and deposed her gently on the cushions... But he didn't pull out, continuing to slowly thrust in and out of her, as the two gazed in each other's eyes with love.

"Thank you..." Diana whispered gently after a few moments, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek lovingly, arching her back to push up and kiss at his throat before she nuzzled him affectively. And he smiled back at her softly, before he bent down over her, grinding gently against her body with his masculine, much larger one, before moving his lips over hers and kiss her passionately.

It wasn't sex, no... It was much more than that. It was love they were making, after so much time of regretting, after so many times they had wished things could go differently from them... But now, finally, they were making up to each other. He was being for her the affectionate lover she had always desired, and she was aware that, much as he loved her, it was Alexis the one he had in his heart... But now, now she knew, and she understood it. And everything was fine. There are many kinds of love, after all... And she felt so lucky with what she had. She loved him. He loved her.

Not in the same way, of course... his heart was Alexis's...

But it did not matter.

He loves me. This is the only thing that matters.

Alexis entered the tent some minutes later, a knowing grin already on her wonderful features, and she just grinned wider when she looked around to see the devastation of precious cups of silver and gold, and any other kind of furniture that had all been splattered with impossible amounts of seed, and knocked down and damaged by the sheer force of the blasts. Impossible if you don't know Killer... And she was unsurprised to see him turn towards her with a grin over his shoulder as he heard the soft noise of her tall, high-heeled boots approaching. He admittedly loved her wearing those... Black boots made of lucid leather and that wrapped tight around her perfect, breath-catching legs all the way up to almost half her thighs, and with heels of stunning height. More adequate to a hot date one night than to fighting, common sense would say... But Alexis's elegance and balance were something difficult to understand. She didn't walk. She paraded with divine grace on a cushion of air. Heels or not, there was nothing she couldn't do. And the boots had been reinforced with steel for more effective use in battle, anyway.

Killer looked at her with adoration, and drank of her beauty with loving need, adoring the look she had... She was a mix of divine beauty and cruelty of war, the signs of the battle just ended evident on her body, her black jacket gone, her pants tattered in a few places, her upper body bare if not for the little-covering black leather bra that fit smugly on her huge, firm breasts. She was a vision irresistible.

"The Praetorians and Murray are out here, defending the tent." She announced, unfazed by the way Diana blushed at the awareness that they had heard everything. "They saw you bring an angel inside, and they understood it was better to leave you freedom." She added with a grin, before she looked to Diana and cheerfully held up a hand in a salute. "Hi, Diana."

"Hi..." The angel responded quietly, a mix of fear, surprise and embarrassment on her features, so much that she did not notice that the ligeress, who had clearly never seen her before, knew perfectly who she was.

The two lovers traded a grin and a wink, and then Alexis stretched her strong arms up and moved away the sheathed, huge Blue Vixen from her shoulder, dropping it with gentleness on the floor of the tent, grinning as she once more looked around herself, taking in the amazing sight of the devastation caused by nothing else than his orgasm, and of the sheer amount of seed that was splattered everywhere.

She let out a soft, amused whistle of appreciation, and then walked to Killer's side and looked down at his crotch, licking her lips and grinning to him as they looked at each other with the corner of their eyes, sapphire mirroring sapphire. "Oh, my..." The blond femme fatale teasingly said as she looked with interest at the gargantuan sizes of Killer's member. Even for her, it was the first time she saw him in action after the events of Sangin.

Killer and Alexis traded another grin at that, and then turned as Diana, blushing furiously, looked up at Alexis with a mix of admiration and reverence for the strong, awesome body of the much taller female, and fear because she was currently being banged by her husband.

"Alexis, I..." The angel stammered, but the blond femme fatale grinned amusedly and shook a hand dismissively.

"Fine, fine... I just regret I wasn't the first one trying the new Killer." The blond femme fatale said, nuzzling the huge male lovingly and purring teasingly. "Gods, you are such a thing. 96 inches of pure male... That's, like, a forbidden weapon of mass destruction."

"I... I'll cure your wounds too... and... I must enchant your sword, as well, Alexis... And explain you everything..." The angel said meekly and nervously, hurried by her tasks, but the blond ligeress shook her head with a soft and slightly amused smile.

"I know everything already. I read minds, remember...? And for the rest, there's time later." The femme fatale stated calmly, before she reached down a hand to squeeze the exposed part of titanic black shaft that Killer wasn't pushing inside Diana at the moment, and Alexis grinned suggestively. "More urgent, I'd like to see if there's some sugar for me, as well..."

"There is." Killer grinned, squeezing her against his side with a huge, muscular arm, and kissing her passionately as she wrapped her arms around his waist and ground against him lovingly, even as she moved to lift a long, wonderful leg over his gargantuan member and saddle his titanic, girthy length, seating on his immense cock and slowly, teasingly rubbing back and forth on his veiny goliath. She squeezed the sides of his monstrous shaft with her inner thighs and she stroked her boiling hot crotch over the top of his tremendous rod of flesh, letting him feel just how hot and wet she was rapidly getting as they kissed, rubbing chest to chest... and when their lips departed for a moment, she breathed: "It'll be like losing virginity to you... Again."