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Another chapter is finally ready. Took a bit longer than usual in the last while, but this chapter is 79 pages long, so bigger than average. Lots and lots and lots of sex, but also a big fight, and progress in the story. Hope you enjoy the ride, and as always you are encouraged to comment and let your throughts and reactions be known. It is the best way for you to support the artists you like.

Lord God is long gone. Now, Killer knows why. He has seen the true gravity and immensity of the War to End All Wars. God might be long dead. God is a hero that might never return.

*Chapter 77 - The writer *

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Sekhmeth proved to be an instructor just as demanding as Ira, and perhaps even more. She never took 'no' as an answer and spurred Killer constantly, urging him to do more and do it faster. After taking down Mnevis, he had eagerly taken on his Disciples, and while they were much weaker than the gorilla, they were numerous and completely insane with fury and anguish at having lost the leader they had given their souls to. They had fought him with every ounce of their strength, but it had only driven Killer's lusts higher, filling him with terrible, brutal hunger. He had grown to fearsome sizes that he had never before dared to display, and his strength at that point was so titanic that the divinities around him looked like weak, scrawny mortals in comparison. He had taken on his enemies with the ferocity of a feral beast, acid drool leaking from his jaws, muscles bulging explosively, his twin cocks thrumming with power and looming over the doomed Disciples like gigantic towers of obsidian flesh. He had turned several of the Disciples into nothing but tender morsels, tossing them in his mouth and slowly, mockingly chewing on them, rending their bodies to bloody shreds of meat. He had ripped gods apart like they were made of paper, and then he had inflicted on them a fate worse than death, imprisoning their bodies in a tangle of golden tendrils that wrapped around their bodies and forced their backs, their chests, their faces, to become part of a throne. They had been forced to cradle his ass, lick his crack, kiss his buttocks, massage his back while he sat down into that godly seat and raped the female disciples. He had lined them in front of him, stripped out of their clothes and armor, his tentacles keeping them pinned down, forcing their legs spread wide and their sumptuous rears raised and on display. His massive tentacle-cocks had squeezed viciously on their throats and teasingly, forcefully milked their large breasts, and the enormous members had raved their holes without mercy, again and again and again, cramming them full of his potent precum and of his immense loads. And that was just the foreplay, as he picked them, one by one, and impaled their small, vulnerable bodies upon his immense, titanic shafts. He was gentle, almost tender when driving his gigantic girth inside them, mocking them as his sheer size and strength did all the damage, their blood and their nectar cascading down along his gargantuan shafts as their traitorous bodies were wrecked by orgasm after orgasm, their minds shattering under the might of his thrusts, their bodies stretched out and ruined forever. Not a single one of the Disciples had been able to resist, and they had all ended up moaning words of praise for him, breaking their vows to Mnevis in favor of new, slavish, humiliating vows of servitude pronounced not even to his cock, but to mere drops of his sweat, piss, or precum.

He had retained overall control of himself the whole time, although there had been moments in which he risked falling off the edge and becoming prey to his most vicious needs. Overall, though, the massacre brought forth a great progress, because he had safely exceeded his limits and pushed the bar a bit higher.

Sekhmeth had been delighted by the spectacle, shamelessly enjoying every moment of it, every thrust, every shove, every violent pounding. She had sloppily played with herself all the time, looking hungrily down from her chaise longue on the terrace... and Ira had struggled a lot not to join her. She had looked on from her own chaise longue, arms crossed, her cheeks burning slightly red, her eyes fixed on Killer and somehow retaining a very serious, very business-minded look throughout as she accurately avoided the look of the lioness moaning quietly in the nearby seat.

That had been only the beginning, as the two goddesses had spurred Killer on and on. Sekhmeth had guided him out in space for another hunt, and they had assaulted another god and his Disciples, using guerrilla tactics to sneak up on their target and teleport him where no one would ever be able to offer him assistance. It was truly demanding, and it was not just training: it was warfare, it was resistance, and it was survival. Every god, every horde of Disciples, every armada of star battleships that Killer managed to annihilate was one threat which would never reach their world, or the other solar systems that, aware or unaware, stood on the path of the Destroyers.

Killer was given no respite, no time to pull his breath: he took on god after god, day after day. Sekhmeth's arena pretty much became his home, and when he wasn't painting the sand of the coliseum crimson with blood he was out fighting in Hell to spread his domains and put pressure on Satan and his forces. Day after day after day, he spent the mornings in Hell, disrupting the armies of Satan and of the surviving Princes and warlords, before moving to the arena in the night. Sekhmeth led him to a solar system under attack, where a multitude of gods were fighting, sometimes literally, for the right of destroying its planets and its bright star. There was no one in the entire system who had anywhere near enough strength to stand in the way of the attackers: when Killer first teleported into the area, the god who had guarded over life in that corner of the universe had already been mercilessly slain and his corpse was burning into the sun, falling away to ashes. That discovery had given Killer all the motivation he could possibly need, and he had charged into the fight to defend the crowded planets. He wasn't strong enough to fight all those gods at once, however, and he had been forced to teleport away with one or two at a time, killing them off piecemeal. One by one, he had taken down all of the bloodthirsty divinities, but in the meanwhile most of the solar system had been disintegrated. Whenever he returned from the arena to grapple with a new rival, he found a floating obelisk and a field of asteroids in place of one of the worlds. He did all he could to save at least some of the planets, but even when he returned after killing what he had believed to be the last assaulter he found only a dead, dark stretch of universe through which new fleets of star battleships and new divinities were passing, already focused on their next target.

It was a nightmare, a true apocalypse. It seemed that every last god in the universe had either embarked on a crusade to find and conquer the Anchors or was desperately trying to defend his kingdom and his subjects. The defenders were definitely losing, and there seemed to be no trace of an organized resistance: Elelyon had supposedly been one of a number of friends who had worked together to try and stop the catastrophe, but it seemed like they had never existed at all: if such a group had ever existed at all, it must have been destroyed in the clash, because it was nowhere to be found.

The aggressors were not a coherent, united army either, but nonetheless they moved en masse and could easily overpower any isolate divinity that attempted to defend his worlds: the attackers effectively shadowed each other to spy the position of as many Anchors as they could. They were fully aware that, one day, everything was going to degenerate into a death match without rules and without factions, but for now they were willing to tolerate each other, and they even collaborated occasionally to put down a particularly tough defender. All of them had begun their quest by destroying their own solar systems, after loading their worshippers onto fleets of star battleships. The realization had horrified Killer to no end, even though he realized that not doing it would have only left the destruction for later: the first passing god would have taken advantage of the absence of the landlord, without hesitation.

Lord Skyfall, the mysterious mastermind that had set that apocalypse into motion, was nowhere to be found and apparently nobody knew him directly. Killer had tried to squeeze information out of all the gods he had dragged into the arena and Alexis had repeatedly searched into their minds, but no one had ever met him or had any idea about where he was hiding. All of the gods thought of him what Mnevis did: they considered him an arrogant liar. Nobody believed the claims that Lord Skyfall made about possessing unmatched power. Nobody truly obeyed or cared about him. They all wanted to find him and kill him... but only after forcing all the information out of him, because they all agreed that he probably knew more than he let on. All of the gods had learned about the Anchors from him, and that was the only reason why they listened to his messages with attention, despite despising and hating him.

The sight of entire solar systems annihilated without mercy, with entire civilizations simply erased like stains from the sheet of Creation was traumatic, even for someone like Killer. The thought of it happening to his home world, to Kesteven, to Kendrew, to his very home, to his people and loved ones gave him nightmares without him needing to fall asleep. The horror gripped his guts without warning, making him shiver whenever his mind wandered in that direction, filling with terrible images of despair. His loved ones crying. His failure in defending his family. His everything burning. Shadowy figures laughing and sneering.

For weeks he had refused to sleep, to ever stop. Whenever he wasn't requested on the battlefield in Hell, he would rush into the arena and from there he moved out to take down another bloodthirsty god. He now had all the motivation he needed, and a good enough reason to break his limits that even he couldn't question it, no matter how many doubts still lurked in the back of his mind.

Eventually, though, after so much fighting, he had assaulted and conquered one last castle in Hell and then had crashed into the largest bed he found within it. And Ira, who was a demanding mentor but even more so a true lover, friend and loving adopted daughter, stood guard to prevented any and everything and everyone from disturbing him in any way. Killer invited her to share his bed, and he did the same with Gaia, who helped soothe his mind with one of her special brews of tea. Naturally he brought Alexis with him, and she made sure to trap his worries into a mental cage as much as possible, granting him a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Even exhausted as he was, he had found the strength to make tender love with all three of them, then even more power to fuck them into blissful, sleepy exhaustion. He had finally fallen asleep with his mighty, enormous girth still buried deep within Alexis, his potent cum leaking out around his titanic shaft, and the empress had been more than happy to sleep like that, wrapped tightly in his arms, his cheek leaning on one of her spectacular breasts, her head leaning against his and his cock speared to the hilt into her womb. Eager Disciples and Insatiables had taken turns carefully, silently licking up the cum that continued to flood out of her stretched-out sex, as her swollen, muscular abdomen slowly deflated, pushing out gallons of excess semen to return to its usual perfection.

Killer slept for two whole days, and only awakened near noon on the third... and Alexis greeted him with a wink and an energetic, eager buck of her hips, her eyes glowing in the dark and her insides boiling hot around his immense girth. His cock was still steel hard: even while he slept, it had maintained its god-shaming glory, unleashing huge loads of thick, potent precum at regular intervals. Alexis had often teased him and playfully wished he could stay inside her forever, but they had never before tried it... but it was becoming more and more evident that normal rules did not apply with him, and that his limits were very difficult to find. His girls had actually tried to convince him to rest further, to stay in bed longer when his eyes finally opened, but the huge male was eager to go and had a lot of steam to vent out. The long, peaceful sleep had allowed the effects of his hard "training" to truly settle into his system, and when his eyes had opened he was overloaded with new and astonishing force and a vigor that simply could not be contained. He fucked Alexis until she was sore and could take no more, and moved on to Gaia and Ira next, while his tentacles invaded every room of the fortress and pushed past the great bastions and the thick walls to flood the encampments of the Insatiables all around the fortress. He savagely used the whole horde, fucking it crippled as the Insatiables were left broken and exhausted, their bellies bulging with immense pregnancies and with the sheer abundance of his loads. And still it had not been enough, and for a week he had rampaged through the provinces of Hell, tearing through fortresses and through towns with the same terrible ease, leaving behind a trail of blood, semen and virile corruption, the dark jungle born from his cum spreading over entire regions, swallowing up entire towns and reshaping inferno into a living, ferocious entity which raped, impregnated, killed, corrupted, enslaved. The enormous plants that grew out of the land soaked with Killer's sperms grew to titanic sizes and had branches and roots that could move and stretch over great distances, gripping preys into their powerful coils and dragging them, kicking and screaming, up into the air where other tendrils, ending in massive flared cockheads, completed the job. The dark jungle was incredibly dangerous to cross, and the forest swarmed with beasts of all kinds, beings that had been raped and enslaved, their minds shattered and their bodies warped into new forms, either beautiful or hideous. The corrupted jungle was a kingdom of lust and of feral appetites, as well as a manifestation of dark power majestic enough to drive even ancient lords, proud nobles of Hell's elite, to take real pilgrimages up to the edges of the forest. Temples and altars were being erected in Killer's honor and the number of willing sacrifices who deliberately walked into the jungle or sought out the great god himself was constantly growing. Hell had always respected and venerated strength, and the demons were naturally attracted by power and by the ferocious use of it, so it was always to be expected. More and more provinces were groveling before the liger, surrendering without a fight, and Satan seemed to have nothing to offer to counter the ascension of Killer. Yet, the High King of Hell refused to give in. The armies of Hell no longer dared deploying in Killer's way, because he could dissolve them literally in instants. His strength at that point was so great that a legion of demons, to him, was no more than a speck of dust.

In a memorable day, ten legions of clones had been sent against him when he had smashed his way into the second Circle of Hell, and he had laughed in their faces, growing until his talons loomed like mountains above even the largest Gigataurs. He had crushed the legions underfoot, one by one, twisting his foot on the spot to grind the thousands of demons and their war machines into nothing but puddles of crimson mush at the bottom of his footprints. Only the tenth legion had been spared that quick and humiliating demise, but just so it could get an even worse one: Killer had pulled out his enormous cock and had taken a piss, washing the legion away, melting demons into nothing but sludge in his incandescent, acidic waste; while his gargantuan, titanic rejected sperms rampaged through the ranks, their tails whip-lashing even Gigataurs into shreds of meat and knocking bodies flying by the hundreds.

That terrifying display of omnipotence had convinced Satan that sending more and more troops against Killer was simply not an option: all he could achieve was making him laugh and make him all the more feared and popular among the Warlords and Queens of the underworld. Satan's new strategy effectively abandoned the garrisons in the many fortresses of Hell to their destiny. The warlords that ruled over the provinces were left to evaluate their options, which were very few and very easily understood: they could try and fight, or surrender. Someone, amazingly, still attempted to resist, but they were either Wrath demons, simply incapable of thinking through problems and take any decision other than charging into the fight; or simply lords that hoped to be swiftly destroyed to avoid the humiliation of defeat and slavery. Nobody was naïve enough to dream of standing a chance against the dark god.

Hell rapidly fell into Killer's hands, but Satan and the surviving princes continued to wage war all the same. The true power of Hell was no longer to be found in its proud and ancient castles, not even in its noble families, as ancient as the Underworld itself. The Circles had little importance at that point, since they had been squeezed dry of all resources already: countless great demons had fought in the war against Heaven and the Mortal Plane, and most of them had fallen on the battlefield. The riches of the noble families had been drained and the lives of lower and common demons "sacrificed to the cause" in numbers that the survivors struggled to word, such was the horror. The survivors were not going to follow Satan anymore, and certainly had no wish of facing Killer's wrath now that the liger's terrifying power was so far above their level.

The power of Satan came from unknown, well hidden underground facilities that Killer and his Disciples were desperately trying to locate. It came from laboratories where new types of clones and bio-cybernetic weapons were being developed and refined as science and magic collaborated in the unholy quest for the means to defeat even Killer's godly strength. It came from factories which still managed to churn out terrifying quantities of drones, war machine sand bio-cybernetic monstrosities. New and more dangerous beasts had begun to appear on the battlefield, demonstrating that the research was obtaining significant successes, and the production never slowed down. New legions continued to invade Heaven and the Mortal Plane, no matter how many were destroyed soon after showing up.

Killer had hoped that owning the Styx river and the beaches of the Middle Sea would suffice in making it impossible for Hell to ship new forces into Heaven, but that hope had been shattered by the bitter, merciless reality. The hideous worm-like monsters of the depths, with their immense bellies filled with troops and armored vehicles and monsters and artillery, still regularly traveled to Heaven and back, landing new waves of assault troops on the shores of paradise. At first, Killer had refused to believe it. Then, when he had been showed the proof of it, he had grown furious and suspected the new Ferryman of the Styx of betrayal. The god had created him, given him power, trusted him with command of the Infector, and the ferryman should have guarded the watery border of Hell, keeping the demons boxed in and the souls locked out, away from the forces of corruption that would turn them into yet more demonic warriors.

Killer had visited the Infector, furious and ready to pulverize the ferryman, his ship and his crew whole, but his suspects were misplaced: the new Charon was doing all he could to carry out his role and mission, and the Infector cruised regularly up and down the Styx, its long and heavy oars slapping the ghastly non-water at an amazing rhythm as the oarsmen pushed with every ounce of their strength, propelled by sheer terror of what their dark god and master could do to them in his rage.

The Infector was loyal to Killer, and always had been since he had conquered it. Satan's forces had twice attempted to recapture or sink the vessel, but they had been repealed with grave losses. They had never tried to cross the Styx again, and in theory that meant that they could not reach the Middle Sea, which lay beyond.

It was clear that they had opened underground tunnels and passages, perhaps entire ports where the legions embarked on the living transports. The scale of the operation could hardly be imagined, and Killer was left awed by the complexity of the organization that Hell's overlords had built up to sustain the war effort. His admiration for the grandiosity of their plans, however, was dwarfed by his irritation at the idea of taking another dive into the hostile, deadly Middle Sea to try and locate the embarkation points. The idea of going down there again horrified him and made his stomach churn with discomfort, especially since he'd be going in completely blind. He had no idea where to begin searching, and the Middle Sea was enormous. The secret port - or ports, there could well be several, at this point... - could be anywhere, at the far end of any of countless bays and coves, out of sight. He could try and spy the movements of the giant worms, of course, but he had to find to find one at the right moment and trail it all the way to its "homeport". Doing so undetected was unthinkable: the Middle Sea was like a sentient entity, and its population of monsters would detect him the moment his toe touched the non-water, which meant he would have to fight every stroke of the way in.

The prospect wasn't exactly thrilling, but he was as ready as he could be for the daunting task, and he was short on options: there wasn't any other evident way for him to locate the underground facilities that kept the war raging.

Urgency was added by the fact that Sekhmeth had been proven right once more: exactly as she had warned after the battle with Mnevis, Satan, Typhon or both had truly invited alien gods into their world: Killer had already been assaulted several times. He had always managed to come out on top, but some of the "assassins" had proven terribly dangerous, and more would undoubtedly follow. What worried him the most was the possibility that an assassin or another could realize the secret hidden inside his body, like Mnevis had done in the arena. If any of them discovered it while outside the enclosed, secure environment of Sekhmeth's arena, probably all other gods rampaging through the universes in search of the same answer would more or less immediately learn of it. If they got as much as a sniff of such news, they would undoubtedly charge en masse against him to rip "the secret" out of his chest, and the world he was trying to protect would have been disintegrated in the clash, without any hesitation on the part of those merciless, power-hungry predators. Time was essential. Time was the main problem: if he revealed himself too soon, before having the strength to face such a horde of divinities, he condemned himself and literally everyone else to death.

Despite Anubis's optimism, Lucifer continued not to show his face, and Killer was tired of waiting and overall uncertain about what he should think. Years had passed since their meeting, and considering the circumstances Killer didn't think he could wait any longer, especially since Nikita and the other Praetorians were still missing. Pamela's and Killer's worst nightmare was finding them broken and mind-washed, enslaved by a Spirit device and turned into living weapons to be used against them. The idea of having to fight their old friends and comrades to the death was as horrible as it was feasible: there could be little doubt on Hell's intention of using the Praetorians against their old Master. Every hour that passed made Killer more worried and restless about the fate of the proud warrior females: he remembered all too well the devastated body of Pamela, crucified on the Black Gates to greet him in Hell, and he could only imagine what kind of torture and suffering the other Praetorians were being forced to endure.

If diving into the Middle Sea was the only chance, he was going to go for it, and craft a plan onwards from there. But first, he had decided to listen to another of Sekhmeth's suggestions, and take care of Manticora and Kimera's shared wish of becoming his Disciples. He had spent a night talking to them, with Alexis and Ira at his side, because he wanted to make sure that they were fully aware of the implications and consequences. He worried especially for Kimera, who had spent far less time with him than her sister Manticora: was she really sure she wanted to bind her body and soul to him?

The two sisters had shown no hesitation at all, but only enthusiasm, eagerness and love. They had made it clear that they were aware of all implications and that they were happy to accept them all, and they eagerly offered themselves as weapons to use against their father, Typhon.

Manticora and Kimera had never had a good relationship with their father: they had denounced his cruel, selfish nature long before he usurped the throne of Lord God. Typhon never was a loving dad, and only ever acted as an entitled, arrogant overlord that bossed over his wife and dominated every aspect of the lives of his daughters. At first, his cruelty towards the two girls had been tentatively justified with the fact, very evident, that they looked nothing like their father. Curiously, Manticora and Kimera were zebras, very different in race and appearance from their mostly reptilian parents. Typhon had no doubt thought that he might not be the father: many in Heaven had thought it, even though very few had dared voicing such a suspect. Their mother Echidna had always been known as a girl of strong lusts and great passion, so that it wasn't hard to imagine her sharing the bed with someone else... but the sisters truly were Typhon's daughters, and DNA exams had removed any doubt very early on. His cruelty against the two girls was merely a manifestation of his lusts and obsessions for power, for supremacy, for selfish pleasure.

He had abused of his daughters when they were still children and he had continued to do so for many years, repeatedly trying to use their wombs to breed male heirs when they developed into splendid, fertile beauties. The two sisters had used every possible mean to terminate those pregnancies, much as the idea of killing the lives within their bellies horrified them. They had hurt themselves badly, several times over. Typhon even put them under close surveillance, but in a way or another they had always managed to put an early end to those unwanted pregnancies... and every time they had been viciously punished when Typhon found out. They were left more dead than alive in several occasions, but they were strong, even back then, and always pushed onwards and recovered.

Manticora and Kimera had shown their scars to Killer, and told him horrible things about their father's favorite means of punishment, giving him further good reasons to hate the usurper of Heaven's throne. When he was not abusing of them, Typhon was thinking of how he could exploit his daughters to expand and consolidate his power in Heaven, and the spectacular beauty of the two sisters had become their worst curse, as their bodies became a prominent part of the bribes that their father paid to Senators and other nobles to secure their votes within the Heavenly Council. Many senators had shown little interest for the gold, but had been unable to resist to the sight of the two young zebras, naked and beautiful, tied to the floor and helpless.

The only good thing Typhon had ever done for his daughters was putting them through a ferocious, merciless physical training that, over time, did more than just shape their strong, toned bodies and turn them into decent fighters: Manticora and Kimera learned much more than their father had originally wanted, and they began training even more intensely on their own whenever they had a moment of respite. They grew strong and deadly enough that one day they managed to tear apart the chains that bound them. Once free, they had assaulted the two guards that kept their room under constant surveillance and they had beaten both down into pulp, literally smearing the hated tormentors onto the wall of the corridor. They had stolen the weapons of the slaughtered guards and had immediately rushed to the rescue of their mother, who was treated almost as abusively and kept prisoner in the opposite hall of the vast palace. Manticora and Kimera were however not particularly interested in their mother, perhaps understandably so since they had been separated very early and had very few memories of her, and those few were not great: Echidna had never made much of an attempt to stand up for her daughters and protect them from their father. They had set Echidna free, but they had not even thought about sticking around her. They had made their own separate escape from the estate that had been their prison for all their life and they had put as much distance as possible between them and their father's fury.

After months of fugitive life, sleeping in the forest well out of sight of anyone and far away from any town or village, they had knocked on the door of a small monastery where angels meditated to clear their minds and trained to become warriors of God.

Manticora and Kimera never really managed to clear their minds from the horrible experiences that had scarred them, but they managed to keep their noble descent a secret and were never found but their father's terrible yet silent rage. Typhon had searched them far and wide through Heaven, but always with discretion: he really did not want Lord God to hear a word about his cruelty and his dishonest behavior within the Council. Manticora and Kimera knew better than to tell their story to anyone, and just focused on becoming better warriors. They did spectacularly well, in fact, and were sent directly to Eaglenest to become Seraphims.

There they had continued to obtain excellent results, and eventually they had become friends of Vesta. They couldn't keep their past secret while joining the Collective Mind that psychically tied together all Seraphims, and the queen had been horrified by the memories they tried to hide. She had taken the matter directly to Lord God, and Elelyon had been equally disgusted. He had summoned Typhon and roared all his rage and distaste against the ancient god. For the first time in Eons, Elelyon raised his right hand to strike someone... but restrained himself before things could degenerate into a full fight. He had instead called for a trial in front of the whole Council.

Manticora and Kimera had spent those days in serenity and happiness, looking forward to justice, if not to vengeance against the monster... but what had started so well ended in a horribly disappointing way when Typhon managed to once more obtain a lenient judgment, somehow convincing most of the Council to speak out in his favor. Typhon ended up tortured by a team of six Inquisitors, three from Heaven and three from Hell. He was also stripped of much of his wealth, but within a few months he had managed to get mostly everything back. He was so skilled in fiction and deception that he managed to cling on to his status of head of the Council... and when Elelyon left Heaven, he had managed to play the part of the repentant penitent so convincingly that Lord God chose him as Ruling Prince.

Manticora and Kimera took the news with horror and disbelief. Their faith in Lord God was dramatically damaged on that faithful day, and their trust in Heaven's institutions and laws was shattered almost completely. The weeks that followed, despite the best efforts of Vesta to protect them, only made things worse: with Elelyon no longer in the way, Typhon had once more seized their lives in his hands. He never dared abusing them personally again, nor did he offer them to random senators, but he still used them to reinforce his influence and power over the other nobles of Heaven, by working to force them into convenient marriages with influent aristocrats.

The two sisters did their best to resist, but it soon became clear that they couldn't avoid following their father's orders unless they left Heaven. Kimera did exactly that, even though leaving the Seraphims was the very last thing she wanted to do. Manticora just couldn't stand the idea of running away again, of losing what she had become and what she had built within the elite military corps of Heaven, so the two sisters had had to part ways, as tormenting as that was. Kimera had deserted - actually, she had been helped by Vesta and her sister to enter Hell in secret - and Manticora had kept her position. Typhon had roared and raged and threatened terrible punishments for his runaway daughter, but Manticora and Vesta had stood against him like mountains: silent, immovable, eternal. He had never been able to get to Kimera again, but Manticora had had to accept the marriage that his father had arranged for her.

Thankfully, Anahel was a gentlemen, and someone who truly and immensely loved her. He was not faultless at all, and the fact that he had knowingly accepted a forced marriage and paid the price that Typhon asked was there to prove it, but he always did his utmost to keep Manticora happy.

The Arkangel, Monarch of the Third Heaven, had always treated her like a queen, with utmost respect and almost with subservience. The rare times Manticora spent time in their home, a vast and rich estate in the Third Sky, she lorded over the house and the family, with his full consent. She could order him around like a puppy, and he always did all he could to make her happy. Also helpful was the fact that Anahel was pleasing to the eye: the stallion was muscular, well formed and with beautiful, gentle features that gave him a rather androgynous appearance.

Over the years her heart had warmed up to him and affection had developed, but she had never forgotten the fact that he had basically bought her, bound in golden chains, from her father. She had no love for him; but rather a friendship, born out of gratitude for his affections and cares. Despite the lack of love, together they had even had a daughter, Savannah, who looked a lot like her mother but was slender, athletic rather than muscular, and with a mane of auburn rather than black and white hair. Savannah served in one of the Legions sided with Killer, but she was still "just" an angel: her training to become a Seraphim was still in progress.

When planning for their ascension to Disciplehood, Manticora and Kimera eagerly engaged with Killer to craft a truly special event: he wanted to hurt and humiliate Typhon. He wanted to provoke him so viciously that he might throw prudence away and charge at him yelling in inarticulate fury... and the two sisters couldn't be happier about it. It would be their revenge, something they had craved and dreamed of for all their lives. They had located their mother Echidna, and offered her the chance of a new beginning, together, with a bit of revenge on their common abuser. She had not hesitated, and when she had met the famous Killer for the first time she had just gaped in awe for a long few moments before hugging her daughters to her sides, a wide smile on her lips as she exclaimed: "The bastard always wanted you two to chase after power... and holy hell, with this beast, you've found the ultimate alpha. Let's see how daddy likes it now!"

Manticora led her sister, her daughter and her mother to the luxurious estate in the Third Heaven. She struggled to call it home, even though the place was very comfortable, almost spectacular in how rich it was thanks to Anahel's political power and money. The Monarch had purchased almost everything that money and political influence could buy in an effort to gain Manticora's approval, but without real success: he couldn't hope to buy her love with money. For Manticora, the estate had always felt like a cage, and the fact that it was golden never comforted her at all. The zebra had rarely ever spent long periods of time in the estate, preferring her humble quarters in Eaglenest or any room borrowed in any of the other fortresses and barracks of the corps of Seraphims, whenever she wanted to get away from her father and her unwanted husband for a while. She had also discovered, very early in her marriage, that the whole estate swarmed with cameras: there were unblinking electronic eyes hidden in all corners and between the many ancient scrolls and books on the shelves. It was part of the price Anahel had paid to marry Manticora: Typhon was still obsessed enough with his daughter that he wanted to be able to spy her at any hour of day and night and especially so when she used her husband for her sexual gratification. Manticora had made sure to give her father very little and very rare shows once she had started finding the cameras, but now she grinned widely at the thought of them. She was absolutely sure that Typhon, whenever he was hiding, had screens still connected to those cameras. Her father still craved her, still drooled in front of her beauty, and she was going to exploit his unhealthy obsession against him. It was going to be her revenge, and that of Kimera, and that of their mother Echidna: they were going to give him the most astonishing of all shows. Now, finally, the estate was useful for something: it was the perfect scenery, and one of very few places left in the world that were rich and mighty enough to be worthy of Killer's glorious presence.

The demonic armies that rampaged through Heaven had repeatedly tried to conquer and loot the rich estate, but they had always been pushed back: Typhon had dispatched whole legions of Paladins to keep the place secure. When the Heavenly Council still mattered, that enormous defensive effort had been very harshly criticized by the few political opponents that still dared to fight back against the Ruling Prince, but Typhon had easily shut down all protests by claiming that it was all about the safeguard of the incredibly rich library and archive contained within the Estate; a chest of ancient knowledge that had in Vesta's library in Eaglenest the only noticeable rival.

The Paladins had been uncertain about how to react to Manticora's arrival: the clones were instructed to attack her on sight and kill her due to her well known allegiance to Killer, but their half-electronic brains were also instructed to let her access the estate. In the end, an order from Anahel had been sufficient to get them to step out of the way of the incoming females.

Manticora had considered assaulting and destroying the Paladins, but then she had decided to let them stay: they would serve as playthings to get Killer in the mood when he arrived.

She had barely acknowledged the presence of her husband before ordering the servants to clean every corner of the vast house, prepare the baths and the beds for the massages, set up a lavish banquet, prepare the bedroom for a long feast fit for the greatest of gods and rearrange the main hall to turn it into a royal chamber, a throne room fit for the emperor. She carefully ordered the new spaces so that they were fully in sight of multiple cameras, grinning up into them with eager anticipation. She had slowly and sensually stripped out of her armour as soon as she had arrived, grinning right up into one of the electronic eyes, giving it the finger as she sloppily played with herself, knowing that her father would be unable to look away from her soaked folds, from the shiny streaks of incandescent juices rolling down her thighs. Anahel himself had stared, flabbergasted by her beauty and by her shameless boldness and humbled by her refusal to give importance to his presence. She made things very clear, right from the start: the ring at her finger meant nothing to her. If anything, it added a thrill to her impatient wait for her great bull to show up and take her, completely this time.

Anahel was given a simple choice: he could stay and watch, or leave. He could stick around her and be her toy hubby, an afterthought in her new life and a cuckold in her bedroom, or leave forever. She was not going to seek him or attach any importance to their marriage: her loyalty, love and adoration were all for Killer, and she would only ever think of Anahel as a friend of sorts, and the father of the daughter that she dearly loved. If it wasn't for Savannah, in fact, Manticora probably would have long ceased to care at all about her husband, who had lost much of his value to her eyes by sticking to her father's side even when it became evident that Typhon was betraying Lord God's teachings and laws. Anahel had cowardly continued to support Typhon, and Manticora could not forgive that. Even when the war had started, and Manticora had sided with Killer, Anahel had not abandoned Typhon's side, and she was not going to forget it. The muscular female had seized him by the skull and had forced him down on his knees, she had spread her powerful legs, and easily pushed her blossoming black-fleshed labia apart, revealing her stretched-out hole. "He has taken me far more times than you ever will. He has taken me in ways you can't even dream of. And he left his mark. Your little dick would get lost in here if I ever allowed it in again." She had allowed him, and her father through the cameras, to gaze into the dark gape of her passage, the walls visibly clenching as she flexed with a hungry growl. "And that was just foreplay. Today He really conquers."

Anahel had been terrified, humbled, angry, aroused and horrified all at once, but still he had chosen to stay, because he couldn't stand the idea of losing Manticora forever. Even being her cuckold beat that perspective.

Manticora had changed into light and semi-transparent black silk veils, a sensual dress that was kept in place just by a golden cordon around her waist. Her body could be easily half-seen and half-guessed across the fine fabric, and she was simply spectacular, a sight to behold, as she walked around the estate to make sure that all preparations were progressing satisfactorily. Anahel followed her around like a pet dog, unable to tear his eyes off her, his nostrils flaring as he breathed her fine natural scent, enhanced by the essence of her desire, forever streaking down her thighs as she thought of her master. The handmaidens had bathed her in the hot waters of the spring in the back of the estate and had massaged precious oils and balsams over her muscular, splendid form, further adding to her beauty and giving her great musculature a seductive sheen. She looked every bit like the goddess she was about to become, and her husband was at once delighted and horrified, because she was no longer his, and he was soon going to watch her true owner and master take over her body, her earth, her soul, and the whole house.

To make things worse, Manticora was accompanied by her twin sister, Kimera, who was, if at all possible, in even better shape: slightly taller and bulkier in musculature, the serpent-tailed female was a glorious vision as she paraded around the estate, clad only in a golden silk kimono. Whenever she crossed Anahel's path, she mercilessly smirked and reached down to scoop up a handful of her own desire from her powerful thighs, showing him her shiny hand and looking straight in his eyes as she slowly licked her fingers clean, one by one. It drove Anahel wild with craving, but he could only stare and whimper weakly while the mighty female mercilessly gave him the finger. The stallion was eternally, debilitatingly hard and erect, his massive cock throbbing in need as he lived surrounded by those sights and those delicious scents, but the two sisters were not impressed at all by his great sizes, by the width of the flared cockhead, by the large veins running along the huge shaft. At one point, the two sisters had mercifully caught him between their powerful bodies and they had reached down for his member, gripping into it and milking an orgasm out of him. It was a very quick and easy task, and it only took them a few sloppy strokes to send his load firing out in a dozen great geysers that stained a good length of the corridor's marble floor.

Anahel had looked up into his wife's eyes with surprise and gratitude, but it was very short lasted, because the two sisters grinned widely, almost ferociously down at him as Kimera purred: "He is more than twice your size..." And Manticora leaned down to tauntingly add: "... when he is still flaccid."

The sisters made clear that Anahel could expect, at most, some little, teasing attention every now and then, more taunting than affectionate... but they were splendid, and Anahel did not find the strength to leave. Even being mocked, even being compared to the great dark god was better than nothing: it was a constant humiliation, but it came from Manticora and Kimera and he craved them both. Every little bit of attention they gave him was oxygen for his mind and for his heart. Poisoned and pain-inducing, but nonetheless vital.

He wavered when his daughter Savannah arrived in an estate that by now was literally the stage for a gigantic porn movie, with the many handmaidens walking around in skimpy bikinis and other costumes that only enhanced their natural beauty, revealing and underlining the perfection of their curves, the slender grace of their legs, their flat abdomens and the sensual sway of their hips.

He tried to welcome her like a good father should, hiding his frustrated, torturing excitement and trying to act with dignity and royalty, acting like the Monarch he was, like the owner of the house, like the paterfamilias he had used to be... but Manticora and Kimera made it impossible. They invited Savannah to the steam baths and there they personally washed her, teased her, played with her tight, young sex. They had ground together, breasts to breasts, groin to groin, their hot juices mixing as they pushed their fingers and then their tongues into each other's hot and welcoming folds, and Anahel had been unable to resist: he had followed them, and he had watched from the edge of the pool, even as his cheeks burned crimson. His needy, throbbing erection could not be hidden, but with a superhuman effort he resisted the temptation of stroking his great length while his eyes, open wide, followed every movement of Manticora's fingers as they sunk deep within Savannah's sex.

That was when he discovered that his daughter was not the innocent doll he thought: she had long lost her virginity and she shamelessly voiced her interest in males that were big, strong and hung. Her eyes had fixed on his body with appreciation for a few long moments that made Anahel's blood boil within his veins as his heart raced, but then Manticora and Kimera had told Savannah that the legendary Killer, the Amon Ra, was soon going to visit them and that they were preparing to greet him in the best of ways.

Savannah's eyes had filled with flames of lust at the news and she had dreamily listened to the wonders that her mother and her aunt had to tell about him. She had been delighted by Kimera's narration of the first entry of Killer in Hell and she was enchanted by what Manticora told her about what kind of friend, and lover, he was. Anahel had watched it happen, and he had stared when the two sisters had massaged and oiled Savannah's young and toned body, preparing it for the Master. He had trembled in fear and horror at the thought of losing even his precious daughter, but once more he had failed to find the force and the determination to even try and change her mind.

As for Echidna, he was intimidated by her. She was still, formally, the wife of the Ruling Prince in charge of Heaven, and she was a very ancient and noble woman. The mother of Manticora and Kimera was a tall, slender and strong dragoness, with a crown of horns adorning her head, always held up high, proud and almost arrogant in her aristocratic ways. Her emerald scales turned to navy blue on the chest, abdomen and inner thighs and her tail forked into two long tendrils adorned with sturdy bone spikes. She had stunningly beautiful features, which she had passed on to her daughters, and golden eyes with feline pupils, which depending on her mood could be enchanting or terrifying. Her breasts were huge and stood firm and erect on her chest, another trait that she had passed on to her daughters. Her wings were massive, but she rarely ever spread them: they were always neatly folded up on her back, and their leathery surface was covered in tribal tattoos and spiraling marks, mysterious and fascinating. She was an ancient and powerful noblewoman of Heaven, part of the Council from the day it had been founded, and the stories said that, like Typhon, she was at least as old as Elelyon, and lived on the planet from long before Lord God had impressed his gentle but decisive push to the evolution of Life and created Heaven. Nobody knew whether the rumors were accurate or not, however: Echidna hated being considered or defined, in any way and for any reason, "ancient" and regularly shot down every question about the long-gone past. She was billions of years old but looked always like a splendid twenty-year old girl, and she coldly and firmly pretended she truly was that young. Echidna was an intimidating presence, especially while walking around the estate in the same kind of transparent silk veils as Manticora and Kimera, with the same excitement burning in her eyes, the same little smirk of desire and anticipation, the same eager spring in her steps. She was eager to get her own revenge on her husband, and even more eager to meet the great beast that had pulverized Hell's gates with a shove and sent Satan hiding in the Central Spire.

Echidna had nothing but playful contempt for the horse: she clearly saw him as a coward and a wimp, and taunted him about how he had surrendered his estate, his wife, his daughter, all to Killer, all before the great god even showed up at the door. Her smirk and the sparkle in her eyes whenever she crossed his path sent Anahel scampering out of her way, head hung low, his attention suddenly caught by the details of the marble floors. Her laughter echoed constantly in his ears, adding to his shame and keeping his cheeks on fire almost constantly. He didn't even dare looking at the handmaidens at that point, cowed as he was. That was no longer his house; he was no longer a king and his masculinity suddenly seemed puny and laughable in comparison to the champion that everyone was waiting for.

One of the worst moments for Anahel was that of the tattoos: Manticora and Kimera already carried the Disciples' Mark on the left shoulder, and Manticora already had a powerful, majestic feral lion, with his proud mane blowing in the wind, on her right shoulder. Kimera made sure to get her own lion to proudly profess her submission to their common Master, but that wasn't enough: having learned the story of the young Killer star of the porn business they decided to add the famous and infamous "KO" mark. For Anahel, it was a true punch in the face, as Manticora held up her long, powerful leg and the artist worked on her muscular thigh, drawing two large, very visible gothic letters, a K and an O, joined together by swirling flames. And as if that wasn't enough, in a smaller font beneath each capital letter, it spelled out "Killer Owned". Kimera followed, grinning in his shocked eyes for all the time it took to draw the very same mark, only upon her right buttock rather than left thigh. Even Echidna eagerly offered her body for eternal marking, and she demanded to have the fateful letters painted on her abs, above the waist, making the message even stronger.

And then, even more painful and humiliating by far, Savannah had taken Kimera's place, smirking as she instructed the artist on giving her an extra-large KO mark on her right quad. Anahel had leapt up at that, looking horrified and warning his daughter not to, telling her that she should not debase herself, that she should not daub her young, splendid body just to honor a male that would never be hers, that would at most use her for his amusement, making her one slave among uncountable others.

His protests, however, had only been met with smirks of entertainment from Savannah, Manticora and Kimera. His daughter had grinned with almost cruel amusement and purred: "Sorry daddy... but my choice is made. Being one of his slaves beats, by far, being someone else's queen."

Anahel had fought back the tears as that arrogant K began to appear on his daughter's spectacular leg, and he had whimpered that she was a princess, that she was his dear baby, that she deserved more than that, that surely she was more than just a size queen... but Savannah had only smirked and turned on the immense television in the vast hall, as Manticora put a DVD into the player. Within moments, the cinema-sized screen came to life with shocking images of a black-fleshed cock, dangling heavily between two muscular legs, the shaft so gloriously massive that Anahel audibly gasped in awe and disbelief, his eyes fixed on the terrifying length as the camera slowly moved upwards, dozens upon dozens of inches of virile power filling the screen before two titanic testicles came into view, so powerful that he recoiled a bit, shaking his head slowly in amazement. "He is much bigger now. This was a young stud-god, but now... now he is just scary!" Manticora had commented, licking her lips slowly, and Anahel's face had turned pale as the titanic cock on the screen was swung down in a playful slap over the bare groin of a young female, the monstrous head completely eclipsing the small, tight and soaked vagina below. Anahel trembled as the wet, loud slap came out from the loudspeakers, followed by the hot moan of the unknown girl, and then a slow-motion sequence began as the titan cock was slowly dragged back... then drums, loud, almost an explosion, as the gigantic member throbbed and grew. Ten inches, easily, with just one flex. And again. And again. Anahel gaped in shock, then let out a pathetic whine of anguish, protest and resignation as Savannah pushed her bikini bottom down her thighs and she spread her long legs, reaching down with both hands to grip into her black-fleshed labia, flicking her clit rapidly, hungrily, her cheeks flushed, her breath coming out in hot gasps as her mouth gaped in delight and awe. "You see that, dad? I deserve better, you say... where do you find something better than that...?"

"Puts the gods to shame." Echidna agreed, laying down by her nephew's side and spreading her own legs, thrusting her fingers deep within her soaked, hungry passage, her eyes flashing with eagerness and anticipation as she looked up to one of the cameras in the room and gave it a soaked, shiny finger. "I know you are watching, hubby... watch that cock and cry, you loser. Come here if you have the balls, so we can put your dick face to face with his great cock and see it disappear like in an eclipse!"

Anahel was shocked, his own penis painfully hard and erect, throbbing so hard to make him wince as he leaked precum all over his belly, before he let out a cry of shame as his seed blasted out of him in eight large wads, without him even touching himself. The females didn't even notice, busy as they were looking at the screen, yet the shame he felt was unlike anything he had experienced before.

On screen, the titanic cock now pushed into a soaked, tiny vagina, and Anahel found himself trembling in fear and anticipation as he stared at that unfair match-up, between a tiny, tight passage and an arrogant, fat, goliath cockhead. It burrowed forwards slowly in slow motion, showing the spasms in the legs of the girl, the shiver rattling her body, the contractions of her abdomen as the very tip of the goliath cock savagely stretched her out, wider, wider, wider, the legs kicking uselessly at the air, and then a spurt of blood and orgasm juices hit the camera and the shrieks rose high, mixing with an aggressive, threatening music as the tremendous girth bulldozed its way inside. Short clips began to appear on the screen in time with the music, as blood and juices sometimes covered the screen entirely before being hurriedly wiped off the camera: the titan cock smashing inside another vagina. A brutal fucking sequence in which the gargantuan shaft rammed in and out of a bleeding, prolapsed, stretched-out vagina. A grinning female face, half-hidden under the colossal girth of black flesh, two fingers pulled up in a V as a trembling cuckold kissed the cheek of the slut. Screams. The music banging and shrieking with strings, in time with a sequence of three vaginas splitting wide open around the veiny, spectacular cock, blood spurting up on the screen, the females howling in a mix of agony and pure ecstasy, their juices squirting upwards with amazing force. Another smirking girl, her name appearing under her face as she lapped greedily at the underside of the titanic black cock, flaccid but so enormous to cover her face, her head and droop down her back. A howling, trembling female clawing uselessly at the floor, head rocking from side to side, tears rolling down her cheeks, drool from the corners of her mouth, tongue lolling out, her make up all smeared on her face, mixed with thick masculine fluids and with her own juices as her ass was held up in the air, her legs spread wide and trembling as the huge male pile-drove his immense member in and out at a tremendous, merciless rhythm, a cuckold crying and staring from the corner while the female skidded on her shoulders, sliding along the floor with each potent thrust. "Holy shit...!" Savannah exclaimed in awe and delight, and Anahel whimpered as he heard the wet squelching of her fingers furiously thrusting in and out of her clenching passage as her hot juices burst thickly out of her.

And yet another actress and another cuck, both dwarfed by the impossible, godlike cock. A blast of precum flying through a room and slamming into a wall, audibly, violently, rattling the glass of the nearby window. Two females kissing and sharing an enormous load of thick precum, their cheeks bulging, their faces completely drenched by the thick stuff, huge sperms swimming up into their nostrils, stretching them painfully wide in order to fit. "Fucking shit, he is... wow..." Savannah hungrily commented, before throwing her head back with a hiss of ecstasy as another actress appeared, her face a mask of precum and drool and blood, the huge male holding her by the skull and fucking her face with brutal force. Another quivering, ruined pussy squirting out juices as it clenched weakly under a savage, quick pounding. Another actress. A mind-shattering size comparison, with the dick of a cuckold vanishing pathetically within Killer's vast cumslit as the girl on screen laughed. A loud, wet, terrifying 'pop' as the titanic cock momentarily pulled out of a ravaged, ruined pussy that gaped horrendously wide, a dark hole of which they couldn't see the hedges. Another gape, just as monstrous. A marital bed slamming into a wall, rhythmically, hard enough to crack it and send the plaster falling off, a shrieking female crushed against the headboard, Killer's huge foot bearing down on her head, keeping her pinned as he sawed with merciless power in and out of her obliterated ass while her terrified cuckold showered in the cascade of Killer's cum flooding out of the gaping vagina.

Another gaping hole, and the cuckold thrusting into it, his cock looking pitiful and ridiculous as it got lost in the middle of that wide chasm.

Then the music got faster, harder, and the images flashed in quicker succession. Actress. Close up of the giant cock sawing in and out of a bloodied ass. Brutal, sloppy, loud facefuck. Actress, held by the hips, upside down, with the huge male giving her a powerful orgasm with his large, strong tongue. Same actress, howling and uselessly trying to crawl away from the pounding cock, he belly bulging out in the shape of the immense member, her hair clamped in the liger's hand and used like a handle to control her and drag her back. Actress. Gaping, devastated pussy and annihilated ass, the giant cock, all covered in blood and juices, slowly pulling out of the obliterated tailhole. Another gape, bloody, shocking, brutal. And another, in slow motion to show the ravaged labia clinging to the fat, enormous head of the god-cock. And another, and another, black holes that weakly, uselessly flexed but were unable to close up.

Anahel whimpered in a mix of awe and genuine terror, his eyes open wide as sequences of quick, powerful pounding filled the screen, the giant cock sawing back and forth at incredible speed, and then roars and ungodly, indescribable blasts of cum, immense. Swollen, bulging, enormous bellies. At least twenty actresses, all bloodied, smeared in juices and resting on top of enormous bellies inside a dark room. The huge male covering them in yet more semen, standing on the far side of the room, away from the camera, just so the immense loads arching easily across the vast space could be admired in full glory. The camera trembling as the cumshots rattled the wall. The screen covered in thick masculine essence, enormous sperms swimming in the mess. Screen cleaned. Covered again. Cleaned again. And again. And then, finally, the huge male walking slowly closer to the camera, leisurely stroking his gigantic cock. A grin into the camera, as handsome as it was arrogant, as beautiful as it was dominant. And a finger, crimson with blood, writing directly on the camera: "Your wife is next."

Anahel gulped in shock and awe, his dick throbbing and spewing out another load already, shivers running down his spine as the screen went black, and then the title appeared: "The King ruined my wife! - volume XXX"

"Fucking masterpiece!" Had been Kimera's comment, and Echidna had swallowed and then incredulously asked: "And you say he has gotten even stronger...?"

Manticora snorted in entertainment at that, shaking her head slowly and grinning widely to underline just how much stronger he had become as she listed: "Tentacles. Bigger sizes. God-shaming stamina. And he can push out a second cock if he wants to be really mean. This movie shows the Man, but now he is the God."

"Holy hell." Savannah had commented, her eyes still open wide, her chest heaving as her breath hissed out of her gaping mouth as she sloppily flicked her soaked labia from side to side, sending droplets of hot juice raining down in all directions as she whispered: "I think we need the full DVD collection."

"I'd love to have it, but with the mortal plane in pieces, it is already a miracle I've found a few of the chapters. Hopefully the thing the mortals' call "internet" still contains the files. Sturdy thing, that internet. As long as at least one of the main servers survives, not all is lost."

That had been just the beginning of the nightmare for Anahel. A torture made of powerless rage, of frustrated desires, of indescribable envy and guilty pleasure. His wife and his daughter shared a chaise longue in front of the huge television and played sloppily with each other, mixing the hot, pearly juices of their desire and feeding wet, dripping fingers into each other's mouths while on screen, for hours and hours and hours, Killer pounded women into broken heaps of flesh and thick cum while pathetic cuckolds watched, shivering and trembling as blood and hot juices and mighty masculine essence rained down on them. Anahel couldn't tear his eyes off the screen, not even for a moment, and his massive horsecock throbbed hard, almost painfully stiff and erect as the shrieks and the squelching and the loud tattoo of the giant male's thrusts filled his skull, booming in his mind. He just could not move, he was frozen stiff in front of the glorious, scary images in the movie, that sent such shivers up and down his spine that before Killer was done with the first actress, he was spent and exhausted, his cock throbbing but unable to spit out more than a drop of watery fluid, all his ammunition expended. Ropes of his semen were strewn for several feet ahead of him on the marble floor and normally his member and his loads would leave people staring enviously, but now he was the one who felt completely out of his league: Killer's colossal cock on screen constantly blasted out ropes of precum which left him gaping in shock, unable to believe to the sheer amount of thick and potent masculine essence. Each blast dwarfed an entire orgasm of his, and when Killer finally unleashed his own load inside the exhausted, barely-alive woman, Anahel couldn't help but curse unknown divinities for allowing such a disparity of strength to happen, because the power of the liger was unfair, excessive, astonishing and humiliating.

And the scenes in the DVD, it soon became clear, had been shot one after the other, in one sitting, with no cuts between a session and another: Killer just went from girl to girl, and by the end of it all, after pounding all of them into the ground, he still had the strength and the arrogance to slowly, pump his immense shaft until he blasted out yet another massive load, covering the moaning, broken women laying on the floor in a messy pile. And even while writing his message on the camera at the very end of the movie, he was still steel hard and leaking thick pre, fully ready for more.

By the end of the movie, Anahel already felt he was just another miserable cuckold like the ones on the screen. He was far stronger and greater than them, a monarch of Heaven, an Arkangel of great power... but he still felt pathetic in front of that glorious display, and there was a merciless voice in his mind reminding him that Killer, in the meanwhile, had gotten even bigger and stronger. He was in for even worse shocks, even though it was hard to imagine.

Between a DVD and another, Savannah had decided to have a crown tattooed on her hip, as a visual declaration of her nature: she could have probably been described as a bit of a size queen already before, but after seeing Killer in action there could be no doubts. She knew what she wanted, and it was him: anything else now just looked weak, tame, uninteresting, disappointing. She had also asked the artist to draw a roaring lion head on her right shoulder as another symbol of her willing servitude to the huge male, and Anahel watched it take shape, unable to protest. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he did not find a single word to utter against her actions. He had watched the movie too, and he had spilled every drop of his seed in front of that incredible display of virility and strength. His daughter's question echoed constantly in his mind: where could she hope to find anything that could ever hope to compare to the Amon-Ra? And he had no answer.

Manticora, Kimera and even Echidna had gladly joined Savannah in getting their little crowns tattooed on their bodies, and they had smirked tauntingly down at him as he watched, telling himself not that he could ever bring them back, but that he could find some kind of pleasure in life as a cuckold.

Killer arrived at the estate the following day, having established utter and complete dominance over the whole family and over the little army of servants well before even showing up. He arrived wearing his infamous armour of black and golden metal, made of the vital energies of Deimos, the god of Fear, who he had conquered. He radiated immense physical power, his enormous musculature flexing with vigor and the huge groin plate giving hints to the monstrous proportions of his glorious malehood.

They had felt a ripple of pure power as he teleported into the vast gardens, his energies rattling the walls of the estate almost like the ground was about to break open, and the girls had rushed to the monumental double doors, walking outside to enjoy the sight in its full glory as the Paladins charged against Killer from all sides. The massive male had smirked, his eyes glowing with power as he easily stomped one foot into the ground, causing it to explode upwards with a massive eruption of magma and golden, ferocious flames of sheer energy. All around him, the Paladins were blown off their feet like dolls and shattered into bloody pieces by the tremendous explosion, their bodies maimed by spikes of dark stone that tore upwards from the ground, before massive black-fleshed tentacles pushed out of his powerful back and swept into the ranks of heavily armoured warriors, coiling around them, hefting them high up into the sky and then squeezing, almost playfully, yet with enough strength to crumple the armor plates like cheap tin cans, the bodies bursting apart into clouds of crimson mist.

The dark god had laughed, throwing his arms out and inviting the Paladins to strike as hard as they could, but no weapon had any effect on him, and he had slaughtered the clones one by one, seizing their wings and ripping them off, plucking them like pigeons. He had punched an Executioner in the face after its axe had shattered like glass against his chest, and the head of the clone had exploded into a splatter of gore. He had seized the skull of Paladin after Paladin, picking them up like toys and ripping them apart with a mere flex of his enormous musculature, ripping the spine out of still shrieking clones with terrifying ease.

Paladins, by now, were nothing but dust under Killer's toes, and it showed with brutal clarity as he tore through their ranks like a scythe through corn. They didn't even slow him down, their efforts going completely unheeded as the god continued to walk onwards, his eyes already fixed on Manticora, Kimera and the others. For Savannah and Echidna, who had never seen him in action before, it was a sight to behold, their mouths gaping slightly and their hands rolling slowly up and down their abs and sides and then over their scantily clad groins as they hugged themselves, staring at him with awe and desire, their thighs grinding instinctively together as their juices rained copiously down on the marble steps. Manticora and Kimera, fully knowing what to expect, had comfortably sat down on the parapet on either side of the monumental staircase leading up to the door and they had sloppily, shamelessly played with their hungry, boiling-hot folds.

Killer was followed by Pamela, Ira, Elaine and Mriya, but the goddesses had not lifted a finger, only following in his bloody wake, wearing their armors and carrying their weapons. He did not need their help for such an easy job and he had clearly ordered them not to intervene, but they had spread out to form a line at the bottom of the staircase when Killer had climbed it. Their role for the day was to form a defensive perimeter and ensure that Killer, Manticora and Kimera could enjoy their special moment without being interrupted. Typhon was likely to send in more troops when faced with the spectacle of his daughters fucked unconscious by his worst enemy, and Killer did not want to be interrupted. At the same time, he had instructed his guards to keep a low profile, because he still nurtured the small hope that Typhon himself, mad with rage and despair, might make the mistake of showing up personally. He did not want to scare him away by bringing in too much of a force.

Killer had shattered the last few Paladins before even beginning to climb the staircase, and his tentacles retreated into his back just as he began moving up it, the four beautiful females looking at him with adoration and hungry welcome, their eyes gleaming as they looked over his completely bloodstained figure, their fingers reverently tracing two lines of hot, needy female juice down his powerful forearms.

Anahel had looked up at the dark god from down below, crawling up to him on all fours, naked and with his spent cock dangling weakly between his legs, semi-shriveled and left dry by hours of exposition to the brutal porn videos. On the left buttock he was humiliatingly marked with "bitch" written in large, square letters. On the right buttock, the same font spelled out "sissy boy". Savannah, of all people, had put the idea forward, and Anahel had been horrified by it... and yet, a part of him had rejoiced. That very same part of him watched on with a masochistic delight as Savannah went down on her knees in front of the god and bent down to kiss his armoured toes, one by one, sucking up blood and gore and dirt before polishing the dark metal with long, worshipful licks. Only when she had cleaned all of his toes did she dare leaning forwards, planting a worshipful kiss on his groin plate and audibly sniffing up the air there, a grin spreading on her lips as she savored his thick, rich scent of virile power. Manticora, Kimera and Echidna had welcomed their god in the same fashion, and so had all the female servants that worked in the estate, all of them wearing only silk veils and loincloths, their breasts bare and proudly on display for him. Manticora had introduced her daughter to the huge male, and Savannah had allowed her black silk kimono to slip off her tall, strong body as she spun slowly on the spot, letting him admire her lean, toned, muscular body, naked and glorious in its beauty. Savannah was not as bulky as her mother or aunt, but still had a very well defined musculature that complemented her very feminine curves. Her breasts were enormous and stood firm and proud on her chest; her eyes shone emerald, her mane, of a splendid auburn color, fell down the left side of her face and neck, half hiding one eye. She kept one tiny ponytail on the right side, just behind her ear. She kept most of the ponytail wrapped up in bandages to keep it compressed, and she had bandaged up her fists and forearms as well as the lower legs, as she did every time before stepping up on the ring: she was her Legion's champion, and she had a long record of victories with no losses. She had fought and defeated the champions of almost all the other angelic legions. Since the war had started, however, inter-legion wrestling and boxing had, for obvious reasons, all but ended, much to her displeasure.

Her abs were tattooed over with graceful tribal symbols and swirling flames, and the same kind of symbols spiraled all around her left leg, almost down to the ankle. She had bandaged up the root of her tail and much of its length, to keep it compact, because she had a splendid mass of auburn hair that went down almost enough to brush the ground. Savannah looked spectacular in her young, fresh and athletic shape, and her eyes glowed with lust and adoration as she looked up at the great god, flexing her right thigh to put in full display her new KO tattoo and the little crown on the hip. Her inner thighs were covered in a sheen of juices streaking all the way down to her knees and further down, and her alluring, sweet scent filled Killer's nostrils, making him growl in appreciation as he took her hands and gazed at the lion head on her shoulder, and at two other tattoos on her forearms, inspired by her career of fighter: "Invictus" on the left arm, and "Victrix" on the right. He had kissed her, and Anahel had stared at his hands sliding down her back until he seized her firm buttocks, all but lifting her slightly off the ground, before two of his fingers slid over her soaked, blossomed labia, rubbing teasingly into her passage. His index had slipped inside her, eliciting a moan of pleasure and welcome from Savannah, and Anahel had whimpered weakly, halfway between protest and excitement. At that point, Manticora had scolded him for daring to intrude into that moment and had lightly kicked him in the butt, ordering him to bark like a god, and he had obeyed, without hesitation, giving Killer a laugh.

Manticora, Kimera and Echidna had undressed as well, and welcomed their god, king and master with the very same adoration and affection. Killer had greatly appreciated the new tattoos and the way everything and everyone had been prepared to welcome and serve him, with every handmaiden proudly displaying a KO tattoo, their toned, graceful bodies oiled and perfumed for him, their legs shiny with their desire, their labia easily visible through thin veils of drenched silk. Half the servants had crawled ahead of him, licking the floor clean before his heavy boots could touch the marble, and the other half of the small army of handmaidens had followed, kissing and licking his footprints. Manticora had led the huge male to the baths, and there she, Savannah, Kimera and Echidna had slowly and reverently undressed him, taking off his heavy armour piece by piece, kissing his bare feet, hugging his powerful legs, licking over his rippling abs and leaning into his massive, powerful chest before finally undoing the heavy belts that kept the groin plates and the leather loincloth in place. Anahel had trembled just as violently as the females when the enormous base of the god's black cock had come into view, and his eyes had bulged as foot after foot of still flaccid yet already immense shaft was revealed, the great member bulging with thick veins and ending in a massive, cunt-splitting, fat head half-covered in thick foreskin. What he had seen in the movies had filled him with awe, but Manticora hadn't exaggerated at all: the Killer of the present was truly powerful, truly godlike, and far greater than he had been in the past. The girth of the monumental cock was so great that Manticora, Kimera, Echidna and Savannah had been able to lean forwards, side by side, and plant worshipful kisses on the great shaft, beginning at the base and moving slowly, oh so slowly down to the enormous head, moaning in hot, eager delight when the godly cock had flexed, full of vigor, almost slapping them in the faces as it bounced majestically and began to grow even bigger, thicker, longer, the giant head dropping easily ten inches lower with just that first flex, before Savannah adoringly seized the cock by the sides and slowly pulled the foreskin back, revealing the fat head in all its glory. She had dragged her tongue along the thick, protruding corona, slurping up the hints of smegma there and only murring in delight as she swallowed it, nuzzling the great cock with what could only be described as love. The young female had turned towards her father, keeping her cheek pressed against the huge cockhead, and with a grin she had called him forwards, taunting: "Come, sissy-boy... let's have a little comparison. Side by side..."

Anahel had dejectedly obeyed, and Manticora had taken his painfully hard yet spent and useless cock in her hand, guiding it towards Killer's enormous flaccid member, as Savannah and Kimera and Echidna hefted the colossal shaft and pushed the great head against the horse's groin, while Killer lazily rested his hands on the hips and looked down with a smirk.

"I'm afraid I can't even see it..." The huge male had amusedly observed, and it was true: his colossal girth eclipsed the far smaller mass of Anahel's dick when Savannah pushed her father's member up against his. The young female had grinned widely at that, her eyes glowing as she stroked the gigantic black shaft, and the godlike member had rewarded her with another hungry throb, swelling even larger and growing at least another ten inches in length, literally shoving Anahel backwards, the Arkangel grunting lightly and stumbling back with a shiver, his eyes fixed on the colossal cock. Calling it a comparison was an act of pity on his daughter's part, but there really could be no paragon: for the first time in his life he felt tiny and ashamed; a baby boy standing in front of a god of fertility. It was like comparing a worm to an anaconda. They stood in completely different leagues, and the difference was so enormous that it blew the horse's mind completely, leaving him trembling in awe and shame: he surrendered to the fact that he was just another worthless cuck, like the ones that he had seen in the movies, and dropped his chin on his chest, knowing that his new life was just at its beginning. Manticora had ruffled his mane with playful gentleness, even as her other hand squeezed into Killer's enormous black cock, just beneath the great head, so she could pull the foreskin back and watch and listen to it glide back and forth, past the huge corona. "Come on, Ani. Everyone come out badly from a comparison with Killer... and I can assure you that my bastard father would come out of it even worse." She had smirked mercilessly towards the nearest camera, then had slipped her middle finger inside Killer's enormous cumslit, pushing it inside as far as it could go, right down to the knuckles, twisting it slowly against the inner walls. Anahel had stared at that in a mix of awe and horror, almost able to feel physical pain in his own member at the thought of such an invasion, but Killer only smirked and licked his lips slowly, the enormous cock flexing and visibly dragging the finger hungrily in, so much so that Kimera added her own, hissing in appreciation of that unique sight, before Savannah slipped hers in, shaking her head slowly and whispering in awe: "No way...!" But Killer had only put his strong hands on Manticora's and on her skulls, gripping lightly into them as his goliath cock flexed hungrily... and Echidna had added her own finger, grunting in amazement before commenting: "Fuck, you beast... this can't possibly be legal...!"

Killer had grinned widely at that, seizing the base of his gigantic cock in one strong hand and pumping leisurely along the great length as it thickened and grew, and grew, and grew, his legs spread wide and his colossal testicles flexing lightly, until a deluge of hot, thick precum had gushed out around the hands of the four females, forming a long, dense rope of masculine essence that dangled heavily towards the floor, growing longer and heavier with every second that passed as immense sperms rushed down through the fluid. The four females had pulled their digits back out, all of them completely drenched in the potent fluid that formed thick ropes stretching between their hands and the huge cockhead, before all four had turned towards the camera and given it the finger, their eyes glowing with merciless glee as they lapped up the almighty precum, knowing that Typhon was watching, no doubt fuming with rage and envy and outrage, most likely storming furiously back and forth around the room, but with his eyes fixed on the screen and his traitorous member hard and erect and leaking pre.

"Are you happy, dad...? You always wanted us to seek power, and we have learned the lesson." Manticora had teased, before slurping up a thick chunk of precum in which Anahel could clearly see sperms that were literally inches long. Kimera had grinned and nodded in agreement, pumping on the enormous cock with one hand while licking the potent pre off the other, teasingly adding: "Look at us, daddy... serving the most powerful of all beings. You must be proud of your daughters now, huh...? Maybe not so much proud of yourself and your little dick, now, but you can't have it all from life."

Killer had laughed at the taunts, and he was clearly all too happy to enjoy the company of the four females and of the handmaidens while the unblinking eyes of the cameras followed his every movement, ensuring that his frustrated, furious and envious enemy would not miss a single kiss, a single worshipful lick, a single thrust of his colossal cock. He had whispered something in Manticora's ear while they walked up to the edge of the pool, and the zebra had grinned in entertainment and anticipation before passing the order on to a nearby handmaiden. Within moments, Kimera the girl returned and handed a small package to Manticora, who shoved it into Anahel's hands: it was a high-definition camera, already active, and he only needed to look at his wife's smirk to know what her command was.

From then onwards, Anahel had not just watched, but also filmed as Killer slipped into the hot water of the pool, with Manticora and Kimera snuggled at his sides and young, bold Savannah sitting on the root of his gigantic black cock, which was by then fully erect and towered all the way up out of the water, blasting thick ropes of precum high up into the air and almost across the lake. Handmaidens had taken care of his glorious body, washing him with small, soft sponges, some of them massaging into his massive shoulders, others rubbing over his biceps before nuzzling into his armpits. Other handmaidens dived underwater to lovingly tend to his powerful legs, then to his heavy, ponderous balls, even to his crack, their mouths worshipfully reaching even under his large tail. Manticora, Kimera, Savannah and Echidna adoringly tended to the front of his body and to his immense black shaft, their tongues and mouths and breasts pushing into the colossal cock as Savannah rode it with slow, rhythmical movements of her hips, her labia kissing his hard flesh and stroking down along it, helpfully washing it down with her juices, hotter than even the waters of the lake. He could feel every droplet of the hot juice rolling down his member, and he had squeezed into her hips with a growl of delight, easily helping her sliding back and forth along the huge length. Handmaidens had poured hot water on his mighty back and then on his head, loving hands washing and combing his mane, bang by bang, before applying perfumed balsams.

The handmaidens had done such a splendid job that Killer began from them, emerging from the lake carrying two of the most graceful on his shoulders towards one of the beds normally used for the massages. The other handmaidens crawled on all fours in his wake, while Manticora and the rest of the family walked at his sides. Anahel humbly followed the group, crawling on the marble floor and instinctively keeping the camera aimed at the god's enormous testicles, shivers running down his spine as the huge male put the two girls down and they spread their legs for him, revealing tiny, hungry lips blossomed and soaked with need. Under a sort of trance, Anahel had watched Savannah eagerly guide the gigantic black cock against the first tiny, trembling, hot vagina, and without anyone ordering him to, he stumbled closer to the bed, watching through the camera to see the violent miracle of something so immense bulldozing its way inside something so small.

Savannah had grinned savagely into the camera, licking her lips as she pushed the titanic cock forwards, and Kimera had seized the handmaiden's groin in her hands to spread her pussy as wide as it would go, leaning forwards to spit a large gout of saliva onto the small hole, mercifully adding to the small girl's juices, before Killer blasted forth an enormous wad of precum that flooded the winking hole with enough force to make the handmaiden moan loudly, her back arching and her legs kicking lightly at the air, her eyes going wide as much of the colossal blast fired all the way up her torso, splattering her breasts, coating her face, caking her hair together and firing far past the bed.

Anahel had trembled violently when the maiden's voice had echoed in the vast hall, her scream rending the air as the monumental cockhead smashed its way in, and his jaw had dropped in awe as the soaked lips had been forced far apart, the female spasming visibly, her abdomen flexing as she clawed blindly into the wooden frame of the massage bed, before a spurt of blood exploded out of the passage as it was torn apart. Killer had smirked and seized Anahel by the skull, shoving him down until his cheek was pressed against the maiden's inner thigh, his muzzle mere inches away from the massive shaft as it ripped its way into the small girl, making her howl in pain and pleasure, her back arching violently as the huge male leaned forwards and gripped the edge of the bed, his massive form covering her completely, his muscular front becoming her sky as she let out another scream when his thick meat rammed forwards again, the enormous head burrowing in, already enough, on its own, to bulge her lower body outwards as her pelvis loudly creaked around his monstrous girth.

Killer had grinned and growled in delight through his gritted fangs, savoring the wet, incandescent tightness of the viciously-stretched vagina as it clenched and flexed and hopelessly tried to half suck him in, half reject him, only adding to his pleasure as he gave the tiniest of thrusts, hefting the small girl clear off the bed before Echidna eagerly grabbed her by the shoulders and helped steady her, keeping her aloft so that she could watch down at her bleeding, ruined sex, her chest heaving and her breath coming out in broken, hot gasps as she dreamily reached down to seize the colossal shaft that somehow was spearing up into her small form. Killer had looked down at her, at her face already messy with smeared makeup as tears rolled down her cheeks, and he wondered for a moment if he should stop, but the girl let out a breathless cry and her eyes flashed with need, with hunger, with adoration, her lips kissing his massive chest as every muscle in her body flexed and she found the strength to snarl: "Don't... stop. Don't... spare me. Fuck me!"

Killer had thrown his head backwards with a low growl of pleasure, grinning widely as he caressed her cheek before sliding his hand up into her hair, his fingers deliberately tangling within the long bangs as he seized into her skull and effortlessly hefted her clear off the bed. Anahel had begged for mercy on her behalf, but nobody cared about him, and Manticora had slapped him firmly, reddening his cheek before grabbing one of his ears like a handle to push his face almost into the enormous, veiny black shaft. "Shut up and watch, sissy-boy!" The demi-goddess had growled, and the trembling handmaiden herself had glared at him, blowing a raspberry and spitting in his face with contempt, barking: "How dare you interfere, you bitch...?"

Anahel had cried pathetically at that, unable to believe that the girl he was trying to protect could treat him in such a way, his ears filled with her howl of agony and bliss, pain and triumph as Killer pulled slightly backwards, blood leaking out of her torn sex and streaking down the immense shaft, and then the huge male rammed powerfully forwards, eyes shutting in bliss as he dragged the handmaiden forwards by the hair, her hips bucking hard against him and her feet kicking at the air at the feeling of the enormous pillar of flesh literally reshaping the inside of her body as it stretched and tore its way inside.

Anahel had cried in panic, in awe, in adoration, gazing at the spectacle with a terrified yet infinite curiosity and lust, recoiling in fear whenever the huge male thrust forwards, the handmaiden's body bulging out in the shape of his enormous member, as red fluids streaked down the gigantic length, painting crimson lines down the slope of the immense balls. Killer had buried almost half of his immense length inside the small female, and then he had started thrusting in and out at a easy yet powerful rhythm, each shove resounding with a wet, squelching sound as her nectar burst out of her in thick squirts, mixing with her blood and with gallons of his thick, potent precum, while the huge male dropped his head lazily down on his chest to look at her as she shook her head from side to side, eyes rolled up in her skull, tears of pain and pure bliss streaking her cheeks, her chest heaving with her rough breathing as her whole body was bounced by each mighty thrust. A couple of handmaidens lapped up the blood and the juices leaking out of the devastated hole, their faces completely drenched in nectar and thick virility, and others crowded around the god's legs, hugging them, kissing his feet, showering happily in the rain of blood and juices coming down from above. Manticora and Kimera were down on their knees, their prodigious chests pushed out to cradle the huge length of black shaft that he just couldn't bury inside the small female without ripping her in half, and their mouths and tongues worked hungrily, sloppily, greedily, noisily slurping up the thick mixture of juices as they kissed and nibbled and teased, nuzzling into the thick veins, grasping into the thick meat and pumping it, urging him on.

Savannah and Echidna took turns with the two zebra sisters, and took care of his ponderous balls, planting loud kisses on them, fondling the huge orbs, squeezing and manhandling them in ways that would have had Anahel writhing on the floor in agony but only made the dark god growl in pleasure as he picked up speed and power, his thrusts becoming more purposeful as he leaned over the far smaller female, pinning her to the massage bed even as the sturdy wooden structure began to loudly creak and groan, screeching on the marble floor as it was pushed hard forwards with the power of his movements. It was truly like in the movie, but stronger, greater, better, and Anahel was in awe of it all. The most shocking moment up to that point came when Savannah whispered something in Killer's ear, and the god grinned and gave a slight nod of approval before suddenly pulling back out of the handmaiden. His immense black shaft, streaked with blood and other fluids as well as plastered with his potent virility, seemed to take ages to come out. It looked like it would never end, so huge it was, and the handmaiden's stretched-out, savaged labia desperately clung to his girth, stretching even further as they were pulled out together with the goliath cock, until the fat, enormous head came out with a loud, incredible slurping, popping sound, followed by a thick gush of Killer's precum, slightly reddened with blood and mixed with the maiden's orgasm nectars. Savannah had immediately taken the goliath shaft in her hands, her tongue stretched out to catch a thick, dangling rope of dense precum that was so thick that she easily managed to twist it whole around her tongue, several times over, under the astonished gaze of her father. Manticora, however, had seized him by the back of the skull and had shoved him face to face with the handmaiden's vagina, his eyes bulging at the sight of a great cascade of blood and juices and, mostly, thick precum and gigantic sperms poured out of the girl as she let out a loud, blissful moan as her swollen belly partially deflated, also with the help of Kimera who smirked in entertainment while squeezing down on her abdomen, sending the dense gush of preseed splashing right into the horse's face, almost drowning him in the strong-tasting, potent essence. The handmaiden had bucked against the air, gripping her own thighs as her feet kicked wildly at the air, a violent shiver rattling her, her thighs spasming as she threw her head back with a gasp of bliss, pain, ecstasy and... something like confusion at the strange, empty feeling inside of her body, her eyes going from his goliath cock to her once small and tight vagina, now stretched out and obliterated: what had been a tiny hole was now a dark cave in her lithe body, and Anahel was staring into that deep darkness, shell-shocked at the sight of her walls flexing and clenching uselessly, unable to close the vast chasm.

"That's how a properly fucked pussy looks like." Killer had softly teased, and Anahel had inwardly agreed with what was an undeniable truth, before shivering as Savannah sloppily rolled two fingers over her own black-fleshed, tight vagina, pushing his chin up with the other hand just so she could lean down and grin in his eyes while announcing: "And that's how my little pussy will soon look, too."

Killer had buried his monumental cock back inside the handmaiden and had straightened, his goliath shaft effortlessly holding the female aloft as he seized her by the thighs and began to fuck her in the standing position, grinning as her shrieks of ecstasy echoed across the estate, her juices deluging out of her in thick splatters that warmly coated his chest and abs, his mighty musculature flexing and bulging explosively as built up speed, ramming her harder, thrusting a bit deeper, until his monstrous medial ring slapped wetly against her groin, making her groan in amazement, delight and fear all at once, her head lolling back weakly and her small hands uselessly pushing against his chest as she breathed and cried his name over and over and over again. Killer relentlessly sawed in and out of her obscenely-bulging body, using only half of his monstrous black shaft and letting Kimera and Manticora kiss and lick the huge length of unused cock, their eyes glowing with greedy glee as they loudly slurped up the thick rivers of precum, nectar and blood, blowing bubbles in the mixture and in their own drool as they messily sucked and licked and stroked, their hands lovingly pushing their prodigious breasts around the hard flesh, their nipples brushing occasionally together as they moved and shifted around the enormous pillar of meat, his girth so glorious that it took both of their sumptuous bosoms to envelop it.

Echidna had eagerly fondled the huge male's colossal balls, squeezing them, rolling them, hefting the great orbs and kissing them, mouthing them, noisily slurping up the mixture of juices that streaked down them in rivers, smearing all those fluids on her face as she buried her features between the powerful sperm tanks, inhaling his potent, virile, delicious scent, throwing a taunting grin and a tease in Anahel's way as the horse gaped at the spectacle, moving slowly around Killer, like a tourist around a titanic statue, trailing the camera on the amazing details of his muscles as they flexed and bulged with each powerful thrust up into the screaming, moaning, crying female.

Savannah knelled directly under the impaled handmaiden, her eyes glowing with hunger and need as she loudly sucked up the juices that cascaded down the underside of the goliath cock, heavy splatters of precum saturating her face and mixing with blood and showers of orgasm juices that smeared her light makeup and made it hard to keep her eyes open as she arched her back to push her huge breasts into the flood, pushing her proud swells together and rolling them slowly, the great mountains of soft flesh forming a deep, narrow valley in the middle that filled up with precum that was as thick as tar and packed full of gargantuan sperms. "Look at this, dad... fuck, look at this...!" The young zebra had breathed, pushing her chest out for her father to stare in something like terror at the giant sperms swimming in her cleavage. "Look at the size and strength of those things...!" Savannah had exclaimed, shaking her head in awe before hissing in delight as a squirt of her own nectar erupted out of her, her head thrown back and eyes closing with a growl of hunger and amazement as she spread her legs wide and wildly flicked her black-fleshed sex, rubbing and grinding into it as her incandescent nectar spurted out in jets strong enough to splash into Anahel's face when he moved over, aiming the camera at the quivering, flexing vagina. "Fuck! Holy shit, sissy-boy...! He is the real fucking deal! This is what being godlike truly means! " Savannah growled as she washed her father's face down with her juices, before visibly shivering in love and anticipation as Killer grinned and teasingly corrected: "No, this is just warm-up..." He slowed down his thrusts, but gyrated his hips to grind his immensity against every corner of the handmaiden's stretched-out insides, bulging her body outwards so evidently that he reached down to squeeze into his own cock through a thin layer of scales, flesh and muscle, only smirking knowingly as the handmaiden exploded in another powerful climax."Watch..." The great god had ordered, and no one had dared ignoring his word, all eyes moving up to the maiden's devastated, obliterated pussy as it clenched as hard as it could around the terrifying girth of cock forcing it open wide, and her pearly juices struggled to get out of her with how savagely stretched out she was, with how tightly her walls clung to his immensity. The dark god rammed home three slow, majestic, expert thrusts and then pulled slowly back as the female shivered and spasmed violently in his grip, her eyes bulging and drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as a gush of nectar rushed out of her, loudly cascading to the floor. And Killer immediately shoved in deep again, grinning widely as he almost lazily moved his hips again, three more times, and the maiden went limp in his arms, crying breathlessly in bliss, almost begging for mercy as a stream of juices cascaded out of her again, and this time Savannah leaned forwards, tongue outstretched, to greedily drink from it, eyes gleaming and lips crested in a wide grin as she loudly counted Killer's shoves, one, two, three, leaning in to catch the deluge which regularly followed, while Anahel stared in awe, trembling hard at the sight.

One by one, Killer took all of the handmaidens, each time fucking them within inches of their lives, leaving behind a trail of bloated, exhausted, semi-comatose heaps of flesh completely drenched in his thick cum. He began in the baths, then continued in the monumental corridor that separated the estate in two wings, pulling up a young vixen and pinning her against the wall, grinning hungrily into her eyes as she cried out in agony and bliss, in delirious ecstasy as he burrowed his massive shaft up her tight body, his fingers digging into the wall like into butter as his thrusts rattled seemingly the whole palace, sending cracks spreading from ceiling to floor. Anahel watched on in awe as the god blasted his almighty load inside the small female, turning her belly into a balloon as she bulged with the sheer amount of seed even as a deluge of it gushed out of her ravaged sex, and he gaped in shock when the god suddenly tore his goliath shaft back out, her vagina gaping absurdly wide and exploding forth with a giant gush of his sperm, the thick semen splattering loudly on the floor and spreading out in an immense puddle even as he seized his enormous shaft and pumped out further gigantic loads that slammed into the maiden with audible force, her screams rising higher with each impact as his dense cum drenched her and the wall behind her... and when his orgasm slowed down, while he pumped out the last few huge wads into the hungry mouths of Kimera, Manticora, Echidna and Savannah, he let go of the maiden's skull and snickered as she actually stood there, glued to the wall by the sheer amount and thickness of his semen, the girthy ropes of cum holding her whole body weight aloft even as her thighs spasmed violently, her mind incapable to articulate a single coherent thought, her feet kicking lightly at the air.

This time, even Manticora was amazed, her long tongue slowly rolling over her lips as she scooped up a handful of thick cum, holding her breath as the huge sperms pushed hard against her hand. "Fuck yeah, this is a new one... holy hell, Killer, this stuff is ferocious."

The huge male had smirked at that, before licking his lips hungrily as Kimera dived between his legs and caught the long rope of cum leaking out of his vast cumslit, the muscular female looking adoringly up at him as she slowly rolled her tongue around, wrapping the sturdy rope of masculine essence all around her tongue before slurping and suckling loudly on it, swallowing it whole. "And it tastes so fucking good, so damn strong... I could make it my only food."

"Eat with moderation, or it'll make you fat with how much there is and how rich it is..." Echidna purred, dragging her tongue slowly up the side of the godlike cock, scooping up mouthfuls of cum that she rolled slowly in her mouth, chewing on it, feeling each monstrous sperm going down her throat.

Savannah pushed her large breasts forwards, rolling them slowly together as she caught another thick rope of semen, smirking hungrily up to Killer as he pumped out the last of his load, slapping his shaft lightly on the top of first one, then the other large, firm swells, coating them in criss-crossing strings of potent sperm that she greedily smeared all over her chest, then down her strong abs, all the way down to her soaked, needy sex, her grin widening as her father tremblingly stared at her sperm-drenched fingers vanishing insider her gripping passage. "It's done, daddy... his mega-sperms are inside me..." She mercilessly teased, rubbing thick cum all over her labia, shivering as she clearly felt the huge sperms pushing inside her, before she slid her hands back up along her sides, then up her throat and neck, spreading her fingers to smear his masculine essence all over her face, using the dense cum to glue thick bangs of her mane up in a sort of Mohawk. "Savannah, honey... please... don't..." Anahel had whimpered, but the strong female had sucked the drenched fingers of her left hand, one by one, opening her mouth wide to show him the large mass of sperm before swallowing it, even pushing her tongue out to show him that she had greedily savored each and every drop... before she smirked and seized his muzzle in her other hand, making him wince and recoil with a pathetic little cry of protest as she covered his face in Killer's powerful semen, combing his hair messily up, rubbing it over his mouth, filling his nostrils with the mighty stuff as she laughed and growled: "How does it taste, huh...? Sniff it up, sissy-boy. Lick it up. Swallow it. I know you want to." She seized his muzzle in one hand, squeezing hard into his cheeks, forcing his eyes and his maw open as she leaned forwards, mouth opening to reveal a large mouthful of thick cum that she slowly allowed to flood her father's jaws, a huge amount invading his throat and making him gargle as he attempted to retreat, whimpering in horror, only for the strong female to drag him back in his place. "Chew it, you little gelding. Don't try swallowing it whole, or it'll choke you off for good." Savannah ordered after pulling back, opening her mouth to let him see as she rolled the thick cum hungrily over and around her tongue, before Manticora and Kimera leaned in from the sides and kissed her, the tongues of all three females stretching outwards and wrestling ferociously for the privilege of scooping up more of his astonishing virility. Anahel could only watch in awe as thick ropes of semen and drool connected the mouths of the women of his life, their eyes glowing like flames in the dark as they loudly slurped the cum off each other's lips and tongue, suckling, swallowing, blowing bubbles in the almighty essence, and they took turns rubbing their seed-drenched hands on his face, Manticora roughly shoving two soaked fingers deep into his mouth and Savannah playfully slapping his cheeks, laughing at the loud, wet squelch of cum.

And Killer had smirked and sealed the deal by majestically leaning his titanic black shaft upon their faces, the four spectacular females immediately lining up, shoulder to shoulder, to kiss the underside of the goliath member, licking the thick cum off it, while his ponderous balls rested heavily upon the faces of four other maidens, eager to have their turn.

And they all had it: Killer was insatiable and only ever seemed to grow stronger rather than getting tired as he filled up the maidens, one by one, fucking them until they couldn't move, until they could not stand up but just lay on their bulging, swollen bellies crammed full with semen, thick cascades of the potent cum gushing out of their devastated holes. It went on and on for hours, and Anahel meekly documented it all, whipping cum and blood and juices off the camera every few moments as the titan easily pounded those beautiful women into ruined heaps with cave-like holes that would never be of any use for him, as his once proud horsecock shrunk visibly in size, becoming steadily smaller as if to vanish and avoid the humiliating comparison.

Finally, Killer laid down into the huge chaise-longue throne that Manticora had prepared in the main hall, the last few handmaidens climbing up onto his powerful body and massing him, feeding him fresh fruits and grapes and bringing cups of whisky to his lips whenever he so much as gazed towards the rich collection of food and drinks prepared for him, while one by one the females impaled themselves upon his colossal member, crying in bliss as he gently, almost lazily thrust up into the deepest recesses of their insides, their blood and nectar leaking down his shaft and filling golden cups that he took sips out of, tasting their need, their pleasure and their vital energies, as well as his own powerful virility. And then, when even the last handmaiden fell heavily down on the floor, letting out a breathless cry of exhaustion and ecstasy, Killer leisurely stroked his colossal cock and let out a sigh of pleasure, half-lidding his eyes as Savannah straddled his massive torso and squeezed into his solid chest, leaning forwards so that her large, sumptuous breasts pushed into his front, while her boiling-hot, soaked pussy sloppily kissed his rippling abs. He grunted in delight as Manticora and Kimera looked up at him from behind the towering mass of his monstrous cock, only half of their faces visible as their tongues dragged slowly and deliciously up the underside of the goliath member: Manticora's eye burned with lust and need on the right, and Kimera's almost identical sapphire gaze came up from the left. Had his cock not been so incredibly thick, those eyes could have belonged to the same beautiful female. The intensity of their greedy, eager gaze sent a shiver of lust up his spine, and Echidna buried her face in his sack, the gigantic testicles squeezing her muzzle between their ponderous masses, making him growl in anticipation. "That was good foreplay, but now I'm truly hungry. The main course will better live up to expectations." Killer teasingly said, and the demi-goddesses licked their lips hungrily, eyes burning with lust as they began to move up, all eager to be the first to go, but Savannah went down on all fours to nuzzle lovingly under his chin, pushing her muzzle against his shoulder and neck as she pushed her perfect, firm buttocks back until they ground into the colossal black shaft, her hips bucking slowly and eagerly to smear her incandescent juices along the great length as she planted worshipful kisses up his chorded muscles and up the side of his neck, adoring every millimeter of his form and squeezing hungrily into his enormous biceps as she purred: "I'll go first."

Manticora and Kimera looked up with a growl at that, but Savannah only smirked back at them from over her shoulder, before rolling over onto her back, pushing her blossomed sex into the monstrous shaft as she spread her strong, long legs wide, pulling her hooves high up into the air and looking invertedly up at Killer while bucking her hips slowly and rhythmically, grinding her buttocks against his abs and groin: "Will you have me...? Of course you will. I am young, I am fertile, I am beautiful, I'm tight and in awe of you, the one and only Alpha, I'm in need of being shown what real power, real maleness is like..." The strong female grinned and flames of lust burned in her emerald eyes as she squeezed into his powerful arms, letting out a breath of ecstasy as he seized into her large, firm breasts and rolled them slowly together, squeezing the soft flesh and playing with her hard, erect nipples while she arched her back and licked teasingly up his throat. "Break me in..." She purred, and Killer's gigantic cock throbbed eagerly, his enormous muscles bulging explosively as he pulled her harder down against his form, thrusting his colossal tower of black flesh up as she wrapped her mighty thighs around it, her labia kissing the veiny cock with a sloppy, wet, incandescent contact that made him growl. Savannah was a lustful and strong creature: she knew what she wanted and she was used to taking it, and she was bold enough to tease him like that; to step in ahead of her mother and aunt, and to smirk tauntingly in her father's face as Anahel watched on in despair.

"You are evil." Killer gently said, smiling in entertainment as she continued to squeeze his enormous shaft between her legs, the heat coming from her soaked sex simply unbelievable and the strength in her lean, toned muscles surprising even him. The zebra snorted in entertainment at that, and kissed his throat before breathing: "And I know you like that..." She slowly slid her legs up along the immense shaft, squeezing it between her muscular thighs, milking a humongous blast of precum out of him before elegantly scissoring her legs away, twisting her body slightly to the side to rest her ass on the bed, legs spread wide, her leaking sex revealed in full glory in front of her father's face. "Mom, dad... I think you should prepare your little girl for her big, big day..."

Anahel recoiled in shock at that, his hands trembling yet holding on to the camera as he pointed it towards the hot centre of Savannah's body, crawling forwards on his knees to obey to her order, before Manticora stepped around the bed as well, gripping into her soaked inner thigh and smearing the pearly fluid all over the strong muscle. "You little bitch, you know how long I have waited for my collar...?" The larger female said, but she was smiling as she pushed two strong fingers deep within her daughter's folds, grinding them into her tight walls and making her grunt in pleasure and anticipation, until Savannah grinned and easily countered: "Come on, mom, you've at least been plowed and filled up many times over... while this is my first Killer-time." She smiled and stroked a hand down the great god's cheek, leaning in to kiss him, putting up an innocent expression that made his blood boil, especially as she seized Anahel's mane in her strong fingers and dragged him forwards until his muzzle bumped into her soaked, black-fleshed labia. "Come on, dad... you see how big he is. I'll need a lot of lube... won't you help your little girl get ready for her god?"

"S-sure..." Anahel stammered, gently gripping into her legs, leaning the camera over one knee as he leaned forwards and took a long, slow lap over her soaked folds, slurping up the pearly, hot juice and shivering at how delicious it tasted, with how much it aroused him, his eyes unable to look away from hers as she grinned down at him and dragged him forth by the air, putting one of her legs up over his shoulder to force his face harder into her sex, making it impossible for him to retreat. "You are evil..." Killer amusedly repeated, looking at the Arkangel from over Savannah's shoulder, his lips crested in a wide grin. The female laughed a bit at that, seizing into his colossal shaft with both hands and stroking it hungrily as she observed: "Come on now, big stud... I know you know. You have too much experience to have missed that dad loves every second of this." She smirked, seizing Anahel's skull in one cum-drenched hand and dragging him forwards with enough force to bury his muzzle into her tight passage, her labia hugging his features as he whimpered pathetically, his hot breath washing over her folds. "He is still hard, even though he completely emptied his little balls watching you in the movies. He can't help it... he knows what his place in life is. He sees your power and he worships, fears, reveres, envies it. Isn't that so, father...?" Savannah paused and gave his skull a vicious squeeze, and the horse's eyes went wide with a mix of pleasure and panic as he hurriedly gave a nod, his tongue working hungrily within her. "Can't hear you, bitch-boy!" Savannah reprimanded, and the Arkangel cried out weakly before exclaiming: "It is true, I... I bow in front of his superior power, his superior cock, his glorious strength, his unmatched virility... And you, you deserve the pleasure a gelding like me just cannot hope to give... Nobody else can give what only He can..."

"That's right..." Savannah purred, grinning widely as she sentenced: "Some are just born this way: geldings that can only cheer on the great stallion, the glorious stud as he triumphs again and again... Only one is built to be the Absolute." She pushed her hoof against her father's forehead and kicked him backwards, sending him falling on his ass with a grunt as she reached down to bury her fingers inside her passage, pulling them out shiny with pearly juices that she hungrily allowed to drip and leak into her mouth, before Killer seized her wrist and guided her digits to his mouth instead, suckling on them hungrily, savoring her need, her craving, his eyes glowing as she pushed her hooves into Anahel's face, grinding them against his features as he meekly licked them clean, sucking on them, drooling on them, letting his face be smeared with her sweat as she growled: "You little gelding, this is all you are needed for. The only Alpha, the only Stallion, is here and his reign will never end. If you'll ever get a taste of my sex again it'll be just because I'm generous. You do not deserve any of it, sissy-boy."

"I do not deserve it. I deserve nothing. I'm... I'm here to serve the great god and to serve you. I'm yours to command." Anahel whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks as his daughter ground her hooves into his mane, crushing him painfully downwards, his spine bending and forcing him to bow while his hands stroked worshipfully down her strong calves, holding her long legs up so that Manticora and Kimera could kneel near the edge of the bed and nuzzle into her folds, their large tongues pushing into the soaked sex as the two sisters slid their fingers inside the hot passage, spreading it as wide as it would go. Savannah smiled in delight at that, grunting quietly and arching her back with a hiss of pleasure while her muscles flexed and bulged, and her pussy clenched with amazing force on her mother's and aunt's digits, firmly clamping them in place. "Such a tight little slut... and such heat..." Kimera amusedly purred, thrusting her finger slowly in and out of the tight passage and slurping the pearly juice off it whenever she moved it back out, while Manticora pushed her thick tongue inside, rolling it slowly along the walls and slurping noisily on the sweet nectar there, mouthing her hot sex before breathing: "You are not going to be tight for much longer, little slut... you'll better make me proud and show me that you can serve Master in the proper way."

"Be careful with your wishes, mom... what if I show him that I'm a better fuck than you, huh...?" Savannah hungrily teased, and Killer whistled a bit, grinning widely as he commented: "Oh, that stings...", before throwing his head back with a growl of delight as the larger, bulkier zebra seized into his monstrous black shaft, just beneath the colossal head, and rapidly pumped his hard meat, the heavy foreskin slurping loudly on and off the thick corona and heavy blasts of his precum firing across the vast room. Manticora sensually leaned forwards until his enormous girth pushed deep between her sumptuous breasts, and she pushed her huge swells into the sides of the godlike member, pushing her chest out and slowly, delightfully beginning to slid up and down while her long, large tongue rolled slowly and adoringly over the fat tip, slurping up precum and then drawing incandescent streaks of drool down the monstrous shaft. "I'll show you how it is done, Sav..." Manticora grinned and slid her tongue into Killer's vast cumslit, making him grunt in pleasure as she twisted it rapidly around in circles that sent thrills of delight up his spine, precum oozing thickly down the huge length only to be caught up by Kimera and Echidna, the two females rubbing their features against the colossal cock and watching up with anticipation as Manticora took a deep breath and then slid her large tongue down the underside of his cock, cradling it as she opened her jaws as far as they could go, taking him in with a growl of greedy hunger, her hands squeezing into the colossal girth and angling it forwards a little, Kimera and Echidna half-stroking and half directing the massive pillar of meat into her mouth as they watched on with entertained, envious smirks as she began to take inch after inch of his potent cock into her muzzle.

Killer grunted quietly in pleasure, closing his eyes for a moment and letting his head fall back on the cushion, one arm reaching around Savannah's body and gripping into one of her firm, huge breasts, squeezing on the delicious swell and pulling her back against his chest, even as he reached down with his other arm to loosely grip Manticora's head. "I like you, Savannah... you are strong, you are proud, and you know what you want. But here we use to prove all of our claims, so I expect a lot from you." Killer teased, grinning in amusement as he planted several little, gentle kisses up the back of her neck, breathing the natural perfume of her body and hair, his massive musculature flexing and bulging against her as he let out a hiss of pleasure as his goliath cockhead filled Manticora's mouth, her cheeks bulging out, her tongue pushing up into the great member and the heat and tightness amazing as the zebra hungrily sucked his giant cock in, taking the fat head into her throat and pushing forwards.

"Your mother is really good at what she does, and you'll have to show me that your challenge is not just hot air..." Killer added, rolling her large swell under his palm and pushing one finger up to her lips. Savannah murred in loving agreement, tilting her head to the side so she could look back at him from over her shoulder, sparkles of lust burning in her gaze as she slowly, adoringly licked his finger, taking it in her maw. Manticora's breath whistled slightly out of her nostrils as she sealed her jaws around the monstrous girth of his cock, her maw creaking and her teeth unable to hurt him, even had she wanted to: she was so crammed full of thick, potent flesh that there was no way to apply any force around it. She sucked hungrily, slurping audibly as more of his immense length slid deep down her throat, her back arching as she let out a hot moan, closing her eyes and diving forwards even as drool leaked out of the corners of her mouth, his enormous member throbbing powerfully and seeming to thicken even further, growing inside her as it erupted a huge load of precum that rammed down into her stomach, filling it up and pushing back up all the way to her mouth, some of the thick pre bursting out of the corners of her mouth and even out of her nostrils, thick ropes of his potent essence firing out over her fingers as she stroked and pumped the gigantic shaft, smearing the rich essence all along it.

Her neck bulged outwards in the shape of his girth, but she dived forwards with a hungry growl, sucking loudly, slurping on the thick fluids as she took more and more of his enormous shaft down her throat, her beautiful sapphire eyes glowing as she gazed up at Killer and Savannah, adoring the first and challenging the second as she swallowed easily five feet of his godlike length, her sister Kimera grinning widely and leaning into her side, sliding one hand up over her breasts and massaging the visible bulge where his massive girth was stretching her out. Killer grunted in delight as he felt her thick tongue somehow sliding and rolling against his giant girth as she pushed forwards even more, gripping the shaft with both hands and forcefully feeding more and more inches of thick cock into her savagely stretched maw... until she choked loudly, gagging around his member, the muscles of her throat flexing and rolling against his potent cock as another huge wad of precum burst out of her nostrils, tears rolling down her cheeks even as her eyes burned with nothing but lust and hunger. She let out a gargling moan as she attempted to push forwards another inch or two... but then she had to retreat, and Killer hissed in delight as his hard flesh tore out of her lips, soaked in drool and smeared precum and feeling incandescent in the cool air, Manticora's hands rapidly smearing the thick moisture up and down the immense length as she jerked the goliath cock and pulled her muzzle back by dozens of inches, revealing more and more of the endless member, before diving greedily forwards again, beginning to work herself faster up and down, deepthroating the monstrous shaft, sucking hard on the veiny member and milking out great blasts of precum that she did her best to swallow, rocking herself firmly up and down even as thick, solid ropes of pre stretched all over her breasts, her arms, her fingers, long strings coming out of her nostrils as she loudly slurped it up, her broken breath hissing out of her nostrils in wet squelches, her face reduced to a mask of thick virility and drool.

Savannah grinned widely, admiring the spectacle and loving the wet, messy sounds echoing in the vast room as Manticora worshiped the almighty member, and she smirked gamely towards Killer, reassuring: "I'll show you that I'm worthy of your time, stud... But you will give me a demonstration of your own skills, won't you...? Get my body really ready and eager for this monster..." She spoke with a soft, innocent voice that made Killer's blood boil and she shifted position over his powerful body, leaning over so that she could lick along his gigantic shaft whenever Manticora slid backwards in her rapid, greedy sucking, and she pulled her perfect ass up in front of his face, her eager sex seeming to wink to him as it clenched hungrily, dripping pearly juice all over his chest. He licked his lips hungrily, slowly sliding his hand down the curve of her large breasts and then over the rippling perfection of her strong abs, his fingers sliding around her powerful thigh and squeezing lightly into the solid muscle, the female eagerly flexing her quads for him, showing him the dance of her powerful, toned masses of strength, playfully squeezing him between her legs, eliciting a murr of appreciation from him as he discovered, with some surprise, just how strong she truly was. His hand finally slid over her hungry sex, and her hot and pearly juice drenched his fingers as he teasingly massaged around the lips of her vagina, before gliding over the blossomed labia, flicking her clit for a brief instant, enough to make her sigh in bliss before he slowly pushed two large fingers inside her, grunting at how wet she was and grinning at the gripping tightness of her passage as it eagerly slurped his digits deer inside. She rewarded him by dragging her tongue slowly up his shaft, following the profile of some of the thickest veins and slaloming between the her fingers, those of her mother, those of Kimera, those of Echidna, as all of their hands gripped at once into the colossal shaft, jerking up and down and rolling adoringly around the monstrous girth. She slurped up the thick moisture of juices and drool from his shaft and then pushed lips to lips with her mother, kissing her as best she could while Manticora continued to rock her head rapidly back and forth, slurping loudly on the last few feet of his goliath cock and bobbing her head so hungrily and rapidly that her heavy, prodigious breasts bounced with the force of her movements, her hands moving in a frenzy and wetness squelching audibly between her fingers while she gagged and choked around the colossal girth whenever a new flood of precum erupted out of him, thick, dense, tar-like semen bursting out of her nostrils as the virile fluid clogged up her insides, and Savannah hungrily pushed against her muzzle, licking and sucking up the thick ropes of slobber like they were spaghetti. "Loudest, messiest blowjob I've ever seen...!" Echidna exclaimed, her eyes burning with lust as she planted loud, loving kisses up the almighty shaft, grinding her features into the steel-hard flesh and cradling the enormous shaft over her huge breasts, letting the nasty mixture of fluids form a lake in her cleavage. "Fuck yeah!" She growled when Manticora dived forwards again, deepthroating him as far as she could go, and Savannah seized her by the sides of her skull and forced her down even further, until her lips almost kissed the enormous medial ring, her eyes bulging and slobber exploding in a mess of bubbles and strings out of the corners of her mouth, her coughing and choking only adding to Killer's delight as her throat flexed and clenched around his member, massaging its great length while her tongue somehow still managed to move, slowly and adoringly, against the potent flesh, rolling and twisting against it in the almost viciously tight, hot space of her mouth crammed full of meat and precum. "Deeper, mom, deeper!" Savannah teased, grinning widely as she sucked an enormous rope of precum out of Manticora's nostril, her biceps bulging as she roughly forced her mother's head further down the shaft, ignoring the loud gargling as Killer thrust upwards into her face, his hand keeping her in place even as her gag reflex hit. "Kiss the ring, bitch! You owe him that much, slut!" Savannah teased, and Manticora snorted a huge load of thick precum out of her nostrils, causing Kimera to grin in awe, one hand reaching down to rub hungrily into her impatient sex as she exclaimed: "Holy fucking shit, this is insane...!" Echidna growled hungrily and dived like a predator onto the thick slobber, loudly sucking up the thick semen, huge sperm by huge sperm, rubbing the thick fluid all over her breasts as she laughed and growled hungrily: "Your father's dick would split apart if just one of those mega-beasts pushed into his hole!"

Kimera snorted in agreement at that, gripping into the godlike shaft and pushing it deeper into her sister's stretched-out face, jerking it hungrily at the same time, her hand bumping into the colossal medial ring at the end of each stroke, a smirk spreading on her muzzle as she contemptibly grunted: "That wimp who is hiding behind a screen jerking off while Killer demolishes his daughters, his wife and even his fucking nephew...?" She grinned cruelly up to one of the cameras before squeezing into the enormous, solid base of the black cock. "From here..." And she slowly slid both hands up all the way to the terrifying ring. "... to here, his dick would probably fit in ten times, between length and girth."

Anahel barely managed to suffocate a cry of shock and awe at that, the camera trembling violently in his hands as he leaned in closer, looking at the tears rolling down Manticora's sperm-drenched cheek, before he whimpered as Kimera seized him by the skull and forced his face against hers, smearing potent cum all over his muzzle. "Kiss her cheek, sissy-boy... tell her how much you love her. She is just inches away from the ring, give your wife some encouragement!"

Savannah laughed and Manticora's own eye burned with pleasure and amusement as it fixed on Anahel, who smiled weakly at her and meekly nuzzled her bulging cheek, full of Killer's meat, completely drenched in Killer's essence, reeking of the liger's obscene virility. "I love you... so much..." The horse said, closing his eyes as he kissed her muzzle, tasting nothing but thick precum and slobber, able to feel the mass, the power, the hardness, the head of Killer's immense shaft through her flesh as he pushed his muzzle gently against her cheek and whispered: "I love you... I'll always love you..." He kissed her again, even though it meant choking on thick precum that clogged up his throat, the gigantic sperms arrogantly invading his throat and making him gag violently... but he only kissed her again, his tears made invisible by another thick splatter of precum blasting out through her nostrils as she moaned in delight and awe, eyes closing and hot nectar bursting out of her clenching, hungry sex. "You... you can do it, my love..." He weakly encouraged, and he could clearly see laughter in her sapphire eye as she took a whistling breath through the thick clog of sperm and angled his goliath shaft downwards until she could more easily spear the diamond-hard, stiff member down her throat. Her lips, finally, touched the massive medial ring and she growled in delight, mouthing and kissing the huge ridge as best she could, while her hands worked hungrily on the feet of dark flesh that extended beyond it, a shiver rattling her with bliss and awe. The sight of his crotch still so far away was mind-blowing.

Savannah recoiled a bit in surprise, amazed by that messy, glorious sight and suddenly worried and almost intimidated as Manticora looked up at her with a smirk, although deformed by the huge girth cramming her full. The young female let go of her mother's head and she seized into Killer's powerful legs instead, a moan escaping her jaws as Killer shoved his fingers deep inside her and flicked them teasingly, grinding them into her eager, wet walls while sniffing her delicious, alluring scent. His hot breath washed over her needy folds, and her body flexed out of instinct and need, her hips bucking back to meet his large muzzle as he took her labia in his mouth, suckling on them, slurping on the hot juices, savoring them as he moved his hands up to her buttocks, squeezing firmly into them.

He dragged his large tongue slowly up the centre of her folds, teasing her tight slit and then flicking her erect clit, squeezing her soft flesh between his lips, before he pushed his forked, prehensile tongue inside her, his eyes glowing with pleasure and amusement as he spied a spasm of bliss in her powerful legs. He began to thrust his fingers slowly back and forth, at the same time twisting and rolling his long tongue within her, and juices dribbled rightly out of her as she groaned in ecstasy, biting her lower lip and then breathing hotly: "Oh, but you truly are a wonder... that tongue is... godlike..."

He smirked at that and pushed his muzzle forwards with a bit more firmness, his tongue moving backwards and sliding out of her to roll over her lips again, darting in and out, teasing her quickly and cruelly, eliciting another shiver from her that she did her best to hide and repress by flexing her strong muscles, squeezing him hard between her legs.

Savannah bucked lightly against his thick muzzle, her eyes glowing at the feel of his breath washing inside her, as the fire within her depths grew steadily hotter as his long and thick tongue pushed deep within her passage, moving with talent and expert skill, the forked end of it teasing her in several places at once, seeming to reach every inch, every crevice of her inner regions, somehow able to pinpoint every sensitive spot and masterfully torture it, twisting back and forth to brush all over it.

She rocked her hips back against him, closing her eyes with a sigh of bliss as her head dropped down until her face was resting against his enormous shaft, her nostrils flaring and her mind sizzling as she almost choked on the handsomely brutal scent of virility there, loving every second of his teasing ministrations. "My king, my master, my god, my stud... I wasted so much time with useless geldings that usurp the name 'male', when it clearly should only be used for you..." Savannah breathed, hugging the gigantic black shaft and kissing it adoringly, from the base upwards... before grunting in surprise as Manticora noisily pulled back along the great cock, with a loud gargling sound followed by a messy slurp as the fat, colossal head finally tore out of her jaws, swollen and majestic, looking even bigger than before as it glowed, made shiny by all the drool and juices and smeared precum. Manticora coughed loudly and rasped up a huge mouthful of precum and slobber, and enormous ropes of the same mixture stretched out between her lips and nostrils and breasts and the goliath member, not breaking not even as the immense shaft arrogantly bounced upright, slapping Savannah in the face hard enough to bruise her cheek and make her grunt. "Fuck, I've taken less of a punch from most of the rivals on the ring." She cheerfully commented, before grinning as Manticora began to jerk the top two feet or so of giant cock, her fingers moving at frantic speed and rolling greedily over the fat head every now and then, her hand unable to cup over more than the very tip of it. Manticora turned to the side, cheeks bulging out with the huge load of cum she held within, blowing a raspberry to bring up the heavy ropes of semen clogging her throat, and Kimera laughed, seizing Anahel by the skull and squeezing into his cheeks hard enough that he opened his jaws wide on instinct. Immediately, his wife leaned down and spat the huge snowball of precum into his mouth, filling his jaws, invading his throat, sending much of it splattering all over his already drenched features. She licked her lips and grinned in amusement at his whimpered thank you, and tauntingly growled: "Make practice with swallowing. You'll have to suck a lot more cum out of me later, if you don't want me to get pregnant."

"As if he could ever actually do anything about it..." Kimera amusedly commented, smirking widely, and her sister winked at her while cradling the enormous cockhead on her tongue, jerking the gargantuan shaft just below the head, hard and fast, milking out a huge blast of precum that filled her moth, covered her face and fired onwards, arching far past her head and easily firing across the whole room, leaving Anahel staring in fearful awe.

Manticora slurped greedily on the huge, arrogant cumslit, lapping up the last of that potent load, before straightening, her huge musculature flexing and bulging as she climbed up on the bed and straddled his strong legs, breasts pushing in his immense member as she reached around it to tangle her fingers into Savannah's auburn mane, pulling the long bangs up, out of her face and together in a sort of ponytail that she roughly gripped at the base, using it like a handle to tilt her daughter's face up wards to meet her cum-drenched grin. "Your turn now... show Him that you are worth his time. Show us that you aren't just hot air." Savannah growled a bit at being forcefully shoved down towards the gigantic cock, but she did not struggle, and Killer grunted in pleasure as he realized part of the reason why: the young female was muscular and strong, but Manticora was taller and far bulkier: her enormous musculature made her look gigantic next to her much leaner daughter. Manticora's huge thighs could probably easily contain Savannah's own powerful muscles twice, and the same was true for their arms, making for an intimidating size comparison when they were close to each other. "With pleasure..." Savannah breathed, nuzzling the enormous cock and flicking her tongue teasingly against the large, protruding corona of the fat head, sucking up the thick precum and murring in delight at its rich, potent taste, her breath washing over the sensitive head and making him growl in anticipation, his fingers digging into her firm buttocks as her lips wrapped around the goliath tip and began to slide downwards, her cheeks bulging out and her tongue slowly, adoringly rolling and twisting against his hard flesh. She gripped into the girthy shaft with both hands, angling the gigantic member towards her and rolling her fingers around it, stroking up and down the many feet of length while pushing slowly forwards, her breath whistling out of her nostrils as his girth stretched out her neck when it began to burrow steadily down her throat, her drool leaking abundantly down the pillar of meat and adding to the moisture that made it shine.

"That's a good use of the tongue." Killer teasingly encouraged, pulling slightly back out of her incandescent folds and suckling up the pearly drops of juice stuck to his lips, nectar streaking down his chin and dripping onto his chest, feeling like it would sizzle such was her heat. She moaned around his great girth and dived deeper, helped by Kimera who grinningly tilted the immense cock further towards her face, gripping firmly into it and feeding it up into her stretched-out maws as the bone creaked audibly. She sucked, long and hard, slurping up juices and flicking her tongue wildly against the shaft, bobbing her head back and forth a few times before slowly pulling back, her lips sealed around his girth as she sucked greedily, as hard as she could, so that the monstrously large corona eventually tore free with a loud, wet pop, before she slurped forwards again, diving deep and then slowly, slowly pulling back again, an even louder pop echoing in the room as Killer grunted in delight and their mixed slobber splattered all around them like thick rain.

The huge male replied by easily thrusting two fingers inside her, right down to the knuckle, his tongue slowly lapping up from the top of his fingers to her clitoris, while at the same time another twenty inches of thick, strong tongue thrust deep inside her passage, grinding and pushing against her inner walls, causing her thighs to spasm in bliss, a groan coming up from her as loudly suckled on her large clit, nibbling at it gently with his teeth and twisting and rolling his large fingers, pushing back and forth inside her. Savannah moaned hotly at that combined assault, and her hips bucked hungrily back against his large muzzle, her legs squeezing into his sides and her hooves kicking lightly back at the air as she groaned in bliss, diving down deeper along the monster cock before pulling back once more with a loud, messy pop, her tongue continuing to cradle the gigantic, fat head even as she glared sideways at her father, harshly commanding: "Come on, sissy-boy...push your little girl's head down his great cock. This is what you were born to do, little gelding!"

Without waiting for an answer, she dived deep down his colossal length, until she coughed violently, her throat flexing and clenching around his girth as it bulged her neck out of shape. "Oh, no, you don't." Manticora teasingly remarked, and she forcefully thrust her head further down the great girth, holding her down as the male blasted one of his enormous releases of precum, and gallons of the almighty stuff messily exploded out of the young zebra's nostrils. "You are a long way away from his medial ring, slut. Keep going!" Anahel trembled violently at that, staring at the tears he could guess on his daughter's cheek, even though they were lost in a sea of thick precum and drool, and he leaned forwards to kiss her cheek, even as his eyes shut closed with shame, even as his cheeks burned and glowed crimson, and he whispered: "Go on, darling... you can do much better than this..." He attempted to kiss her again, but she pushed him back with a gargling snarl as she dived deeper, another ten inches of godlike cock vanishing down her throat while she seized him by the wrist and bad-temperedly guided his hand up to the back of her skull. "N-no... darling... I can't... no..."

"Yes." Killer calmly said, and his deep-balled voice seemed to crush Anahel into the floor, making him tremble visibly as he hurriedly seized into his daughter's hair, looking down at her with a mix of conflicting emotions while the great god teased: "A good father helps his daughter in fulfilling her dreams... and she dreams of being a good slut for her real Daddy, don't you, babe...?"

Savannah bucked her hips back hungrily and arched her spine with a shiver of bliss at his words, her eyes opening wide and glowing as she screamed something around his terrifying girth, and even though it was choked and gargled, it was easily understood: "Yes, daddy!"

"Who is your daddy now...?" Killer hungrily asked, before hungrily mouthing her soaked pussy again, working his fingers faster and harder in and out of her, his tongue twisting over her hard clit and grinding wonderfully deep into her insides, darting from side to side and shoving forcefully into her depths, the forked end flicking rapidly against her sensitive walls and sending thrills of pure bliss up her spine. He felt her body tensing, her muscles flexing and bulging with power as she bucked harder against him, her eyes clenching shut as she let out a groan that sent wonderful, hot vibrations into his goliath shaft while her movements got so eager and forceful that her huge breasts bounced, a loud, gargling cry of pleasure coming from her throat as she shouted as clearly as she could: "You are! You are my daddy!"

Anahel recoiled in shock at that, but Manticora immediately seized his skull in her strong hand and pushed his features back against their sperm-drenched daughter, her strength so great that she hefted him clear off the ground without even noticing, effortlessly holding him aloft with just one hand, handling him like a ragdoll. He whimpered pathetically in a mix of arousal, horror, pleasure and fear, but continued to push Savannah's head slowly but steadily down the titanic black cock she was deepthroating, his eyes open wide and tears rolling down his cheeks as he heard his voice as if it came from someone else, part of his mind unable to believe his ears as the aroused cuckold within him truly took the lead: "Suck it, darling... serve him... worship him... that's the greatest cock you'll ever see..."

And Savannah hungrily dived down the immense shaft, coughing hard and almost drowning in the thick precum but getting closer to the giant medial ring, her hands already stroking it in worshipful awe, her body curling forwards as her hips bucked wildly, legs spasming out of control so much that Killer had to lean up and steady her by the buttocks as he pushed his muzzle almost inside her passage, stretching her a bit as his tongue twisted inside her one more, eliciting a choked yet loud cry of ecstasy as she ground back against his mouth with a hunger that was almost ferocious. She howled her bliss as loud as she could, her jaws falling open even wider and allowing her to slide many more inches down the gigantic member as she rocked her head rapidly up and down, her passage clenching powerfully around his tongue as the liger continued to slurp up her wetness, his tongue drilling her depths and his muzzle working against the swollen black-fleshed labia of her sex as she enjoyed the highness of her orgasm, pearly nectar blasting out of her tight passage and flooding his mouth and spraying all over his muzzle as he growled in hunger and pleasure, savoring her delicious taste.

Savannah rode his muzzle with hard, passionate bucks full of energy and need, her orgasm long and blissful, seeming to only ever grow more intense and powerful as the huge male spread her perfect buttocks and nuzzled forwards with hunger and lust, drinking of her nectar and riding the clenching of her sex with skilled, rapid movements of his long and dexterous tongue, only smirking as Savannah blindly reached back to tangle her fingers into his mane, pulling him forwards as she let out loud, gargling cries of delight, her eyes closing and her features beaming with pure bliss even though his gigantic girth puffed her cheeks outwards grotesquely. Her juice squirted out in strong jets, but he greedily caught most of the flood, drinking the precious nectar until she almost collapsed down on his strong body, her mighty legs trembling visibly and her breasts heaving as she panted quietly, the air rushing out of her nostrils in loud, messy snorts and whistles as strong, thick ropes of precum exploded out of them.

Killer slowly pulled back when her orgasm finally subsided, and he slowly dragged his long tongue out, grinding it into her inner walls all the way and then curling it up against her clit, masterfully playing with her like a violinist, eliciting another loud cry of ecstasy and a renewed dribble of sweet, clear nectar that he slurped up while moving both of his hands to the lips of her sex, using his thumbs to spread them wide, licking his lips hungrily at the sight of her inner folds, gazing down the dark passage that slightly gaped, stretched out by his thick tongue. He let out a low growl of hunger at that wonderful sight and welcoming heat and adorable scent, and Echidna pushed her muzzle against his hand until he smirked and fed her the two soaked fingers that had been working inside Savannah until mere instants before.

The dragoness whispered words of thanks and praise and immediately dragged them inside her maw using a tongue that was thin but incredibly long, dexterous and prehensile. He tilted his head slightly to the side, grinning in interest at that, and he spread his mighty legs before letting out a grunt as a second titanic black shaft formed beneath the other, its colossal mass swinging heavily down in its flaccid state but immediately throbbing powerfully and beginning to grow greater and hardening, majestically rising. "You bitches will have to work harder than this..." Killer teasingly commanded, and the four females needed no further encouragement: Savannah pushed further down the immense cock, deepthroating him for a few long moments before pulling back several feet, bobbing her head rapidly and sucking and slurping so greedily and loudly that the noise alone made Killer growl in delight, his second shaft arrogantly growing by over fifteen inches with just one mighty flex, before Kimera seized into the titan cock with both hands, grunting in adoration at the sheer effort it took to heft up the majestic python of dark meat. "How did mortals deal with your cock...? In the Northlands, the average girl lifts a city car almost with ease, but when you went south, there must have been no one who could lift the beast..." She asked, smirking in delight at the thought, playfully balancing the immense shaft on her palms and watching how it strained her biceps. "There wasn't any, in fact." Killer amusedly replied, thinking of the many movies he had starred into and directed. "If you look carefully, you'll see that in every scene I have to angle my cock around myself."

"Fuck, that's ridiculously hot." Echidna breathed, pushing her fingers hungrily in and out of her sex while moving forwards on her knees, turning the corner at the end of the chaise longue to worship his second gargantuan member. Kimera growled territorially at her, clearly determined to get first dibs as she noisily inhaled the air made rich and dense by his masculine scent, eagerly slapping herself with the heavy, colossal member, each impact resounding with a hefty thwack, her scales almost bruised and hungry moan coming from her lips as she stroked rapidly along the great member, hitting herself with even more force as it grew bigger and heavier, heavier and bigger and harder than stone.

"Let me help, you greedy bitch!" Echidna said, seizing the base of the enormous shaft and swinging it into her daughter's face with vindictive force, bruising her cheek and knocking her hard to the side, but the zebra only licked her lips in delight and pushed her huge breasts together, offering them as target for the next punishing blow, grunting as the great cock struck again and again, exploding a huge load of precum that flooded her cleavage and rolled down the slope of her boobs, her mouth eagerly opening to catch the great blast. Echidna swung the gigantic cock hard into Kimera's face, nearly knocking her over on her side, the zebra letting out a cry of pain and pleasure at once as her cheek burned crimson, the smooth scales bruised, her eye closing and a single tear swelling in it as she loudly gargled the thick precum in her throat, then allowed part of it to leak out of her mouth just to noisily suck it back up, swallowing greedily even as the immense shaft struck her again, smashing her other cheek and sending sperm caking her mane solid as she cackled: "Yes! Strike me harder, punish me, daddy! Slap me like the whore I am. Your whore. Your slave. Your toy. Your tender morsel of fresh meat!" She gave both of her fingers to the cameras as her face recoiled under another vicious strike, and she groaned in delight as the next two slaps rocked her heavy, enormous breasts, making them bounce majestically on her chest. "Hey dad, look at this! Your dick never managed to budge one of my boobs... and look at him now!" She cackled, and Echidna grinned in vicious delight, giving her own finger to the camera while slapping the titanic shaft hard down on her daughter's nipples, making her grunt in pain while her great swells bounced hard. "Come out, my puny little husband! Come face the truth! Come here, and be cock-slapped into pulp, you weak boy!"

Killer laughed loudly at that, even though his tongue was once more drilling and twisting into Savannah's depths as the young zebra helplessly quivered, pushing her hips back against his mouth as her precious nectar flooded out of her in large jets, droplets and splatters squelching loudly out of her with every skilled, strong movement of his tongue and he greedily suckled it all while using one single expert finger to milk orgasm after orgasm out of her, her legs spasming in bliss as she instinctively bucked hard back against his delicious tongue even while her cheeks burned crimson and she attempted to craw away from him, to get a break from that torture of pleasure that was leaving her so embarrassingly helpless.

At the same time, Echidna thrust the monstrous cockhead of the other member right into Kimera's face and stroked it rapidly, playfully pushing forth his thick foreskin so that it wrapped over most of her muzzle. Kimera's eyes widened as her muzzle was suddenly drowned in heat and wetness, the sheer potency of his virile scent there getting to her head with such force that her hips bucked wildly and her passage clenched hard, her nectar gushing out in thick jets that fired a great distance away from her burning loins. Killer growled in delight himself, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, licking his lips at the intensity of the thrills coming from his goliath shafts as Savannah dived deeper down one and Kimera lapped hungrily at the head of the other, her muzzle trapped within his foreskin, her lips sealed over his vast cumslit as the zebra slurped up precum non-stop, her tongue stretching out the thick foreskin as it rolled back and forth, twisting delightfully against his hard meat.

Echidna grinned widely and kept her daughter trapped in the thick foreskin as long as she could, even as Anahel looked at them with concern, confusion and disbelief. Their eyes burned with flames of lust as they gazed into each other's faces, and when the goliath cock finally slid free, the foreskin moving back with a loud slurping sound, Kimera licked her lips and held on to the shaft, stroking it rapidly with her hands while cradling the huge head on top of her tongue, flicking it up into his flange and getting a grunt of approval from him, before she opened her jaws as wide as she could, the maw creaking and her hot breath washing over his flesh as she hungrily pushed down, taking him into her mouth. Kimera's tongue darted back and forth against the enormous, fat head, slurping again and again into his huge cumslit as thick precum flooded her throat and leaked out of the corners of her mouth... and then she rolled her tongue around the impossible girth to cradle it welcomingly from below as she breathed through her nostrils and then dived forwards, burying more than four feet of godlike virility down her gullet, her neck bulging, her eyes rolling up in her head. "Typhon, you loser, I know you are watching!" Echidna shouted towards the cameras, stroking the gargantuan cock ahead of Kimera's lips. "Watch and despair, you little gelding... if this was you, she would have already deepthroated even your little balls!"

Manticora murred hungrily at that, licking the black shaft just ahead of Savannah's face, tauntingly tracing the many inches she still had to cover if she wanted to reach the massive medial ring, every now and then moving back towards her, reaching forwards to kiss her stretched-out muzzle, her tongue picking up the thick ropes of precum coming out of her nostrils and her eyes glowing with entertainment as she reached over for her daughter's ass, slapping one firm, perfect buttock hard enough to make her bounce slightly. "This is what happens when you challenge your God and Master: he always wins." Manticora teased, brushing one long sperm-soaked bang of hair out of Savannah's eyes, grinning down into them as she added: "You must listen to your mommy, little slut. She has a lot to teach you, still."

"She is good at the slutty game. She'll teach you well." Killer approved after tearing his muzzle back away from the quivering sex of the young zebra, using only his thick finger to drill yet another geyser of lust out of her, his other hand rising high to slap her firm ass hard enough to bruise one perfect cheek, before he reached down to slap Manticora's as well, twice in rapid succession, making her moan hotly, back arching and muscles flexing... before Savannah let out a gargling growl and crawled forwards on the bed, burying even more of the gigantic black shaft inside her, until her lips wrapped up on the enormous slope of the protruding, majestic medial ring, her hard coughs only adding to Killer's pleasure as the muscles of her throat squeezed and rolled over his colossal girth. "Oh, yeah, she is a quick learner...!" Killer exclaimed, throwing his head back with a growl of delight, muscles bulging explosively as his back arched and his cock stiffened even more, throbbing with brutal force as he began to thrust slowly but powerfully in and out of her throat. "Keep her head still, sissy-boy!" Killer ordered, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at the mortified, trembling Arkangel, who looked like nothing more than a prepubescent kid in the presence of the titan. Anahel literally couldn't even dream of reacting, as even his head filled with submission and worship; the sad awareness that he was living the age of the liger, a new era from which there was no escape. He meekly obeyed, seizing Savannah's head from either side and pushing down with all his strength and weight, pinning his beloved daughter in place as best he could even as the choking and coughing and gargling became even louder, deafening, wet and messy, splatters of precum loudly landing all over his body as Killer began to powerfully fuck her face.

The shoves were so powerful that Savannah was hefted up into the air like her body weighted nothing, and she shrieked when the enormous medial ring somehow managed to bulldoze its way inside her maws, leaving even Manticora staring in awe and disbelief, while the young girl's eyes gleamed with lust, tease and triumph. "Hold her still, bitch!" Killer snarled, slamming his titanic cock back and forth in rapid, powerful pistons that rocked Savannah's whole body, keeping her aloft even as Anahel did his best to shove her down against Killer's abs, his teeth rattling as he whimpered in shock at the assault, the huge male fucking her precious daughter's face into a wet mess of juices as precum erupted from his cock with brutal force, cramming her stomach so full that her belly bulged outwards, her tears washed away by thick precum, her cries drowned out in the loud squelching and gagging and coughing as gigantic splatters and solid ropes of precum and drool flew all around, leaving Anahel sobbing in humiliation and awe: there was more virile potency on display in those splatters than he had produced in his whole life, and that was just the great god's waste, the sub-standard sperm that was used as lubricant, pushed out to make room for more, for greater, for stronger seed. "I... I c-can't...!" Anahel weakly cried as he was hefted clear off the ground by the huge male's powerful thrusts, and Killer snorted in contempt and amusement, throwing his head back with a snarling grin and arching his back, pulling his legs up and backwards to squeeze Savannah's head between his muscular thighs, trapping her in an invincible vice that allowed him to ram his cock into her with even greater force, even though it limited the length of shaft he could piston in and out. "Watch, you useless wimp-dick... that's all you are good for."

And Anahel watched, trembling violently and whimpering in fear at the force of the god's thrusts, his eyes open wide in shock as the thick juice completely coated his coughing, choking daughter's face, Savannah's breath replaced by loud, messy sounds as she drowned in his huge loads of precum and in her own drool, the mixed juices flooding out of her whenever the gigantic shaft ripped its way backwards and more of it spraying out in solid ropes from her nostrils whenever he rammed his immensity home into her stomach. She squeezed into his legs, trying to brace against that powerful assault, but his thrusts were so powerful that her fingers slipped off his hard, impenetrable muscles. She squeezed for a moment into his enormous balls, but it only increased his pleasure even further, making him growl in entertainment as he sawed himself in and out of her mouth, his tongue teasingly rolling over her hard clit while her vagina flexed and clenched in need, as if envious of the battering her throat was getting, allowing him to look into her depths as even her tight tailhole flexed rhythmically, as if to wink at him. "Please... s-stop... it... it's too much..." Anahel whimpered, but Killer only grinned wider and rammed his cock deep into Savannah, holding it there for a long few moments, her eyes rolled up in her skull, her breath reduced to the rasping sound of ropes of precum moving inside her airways, her face an unrecognizable mess of fluids, before the enormous cock sawed backwards, accompanied by a loud retching sound and by a thick deluge of precum that somehow forced its way out as the zebra's chest quaked, breasts heaving in a broken rhythm, her cheeks blackened by the smeared makeup, her hair glued together by drool and sperm, her cheeks burning red as his legs crushed her in an invincible vice-like grip, leaving her powerless under that slaughter, her arms hanging loosely, her strength gone... and yet her pussy flexed and squirted out pearly nectar that the huge god easily caught in his mouth, savoring it while thrusting even harder.

"S-stop! Stop him, Manticora...!" Anahel cried, but the great zebra gripped him by the throat and effortlessly hefted him high up into the air, spitting in his horrified face while her other hand squeezed into their daughter's skull, guiding her eager, although weak, movements against the emperor, as she still bobbed her head as rapidly and well as she could. Manticora slammed the Arkangel down on Killer's crotch, crushing him there where the masculine musk was obscenely, amazingly powerful, where his mane ended up drying the virile sweat off the god's balls and inner thighs while drool and juices bursting out of Savannah's face washed all over his features, making him cry weakly in horror.

The young zebra let out gagging sounds as the godly cock shaped her out of proportions, choking, convulsing and vomiting up precum and drool and other slobber around his cock as it plugged her airways completely, ravaging down her neck, cramming her stomach full, and her jaw loudly popped and creaked, yet she only let out a cry of need, taking it as best as she could even as blood leaked out of her mouth.

Kimera gargled just as loudly, choking on the other gigantic shaft as it thrust deeper and deeper inside her, but standing before him she was at an angle that spared her much of the power of the brutal thrusts. Echidna helped by standing behind Kimera, gripping the sides of her head and holding her in place as the gigantic cock pounded its way in and out, and the zebra hungrily rocked her head back and forth in time with each shove, taking it as deep as it could go, kissing his medial ring and then pushing even past even as she was rattled by violent coughs, shivering as the titan used them with merciless force.

And then Killer growled in delight and arched his back, moving his hips back to tear his enormous twin shafts out of their mouths, and Anahel could only stare in awe as both Savannah and Kimera eagerly wrapped their tongues around the monstrous girths and scooped up all the precum and mixed slobber, eagerly swallowing it all in thick mouthfuls that he could see going down their bulging necks, while the black members emerged from their maws shiny and clean, covered almost exclusively in their slick saliva, with the exception of thick white ropes of mixed juice that stretched between their depths and the two fat, enormous heads as the two females coughed hard and vomited out huge loads of thick, virile batter. Immediately, Manticora and Echidna reached forwards and kissed their daughters, licking up the strong ropes and chewing on them before swallowing with matching growls of hunger, while Savannah and Kimera both turned towards Anahel, glaring at him and slapping him from either side, smearing Killer's sperm all over his features as they growled: "How dare you try and interrupt our pleasure, you wimp!"

Then Savannah turned towards her mother with a wide smirk, licking up her lips and then kissing Manticora's cheek as she teased: "I win, mom. I went past the ring."

"Like hell you do." The muscular demi-goddess snorted, stroking the male's immense shaft as he stood up from the bed, putting one hand on hers and on Echidna's heads as they went down to their knees before him. "He helped you. With the same help, I can do better. Just you watch."

Killer had thrust his immense members down Manticora's and Echidna's throats, and the two had worked hard and wonderfully to please him and to demonstrate that they could serve him better, more, their eyes rolled up into their skulls as he easily held them in place by the heads and savagely fucked their faces, pile-driving his gigantic shafts into their hot, tight, flexing bodies, while Anahel half-hid between his legs, cowering in the shadow of his enormous, ponderous testicles as he was showered down in thick juices and left staring in awe as his daughter hugged Manticora and kissed her bulging, stretched-out throat while his wife choked and gargled and slurped on the great god's goliath cock. The four females took turns in swallowing the godlike members, and every time they tore out of one mouth, the wet, loud sound they made and the mess of ropes of thick moisture coming out after them made Anahel shiver in powerless awe, in aroused terror, his spent dick always rock-hard but unable to push out a single semen anymore, throbbing almost painfully but remaining as dry as the desert. Killer's glorious presence was too much for him to bear, and it was only after a while that he realized, with horror but admittedly not with surprise, that his dick, and indeed his whole body, was getting smaller and weaker, his musculature deflating and his penis shrinking away, making for an even more humiliating comparison with the titan towering above him, who se body bulged with unrestrained, excessive vigor and power and virility.

Manticora eventually demonstrated that she could indeed deepthroat several inches of giant shaft more than her daughter could, but Savannah put up a surprisingly good fight, considering also that she was considerably smaller and leaner than the powerhouse that her mother was. Echidna couldn't quite match her daughters and nephew, never making it past the massive medial ring of the male, but on the other hand she demonstrated that her long, flexible tongue could do things that none of the others could match: her serpentine tongue was slimmer and at one point delved deep inside his cumslit, making him grunt in delight, thrusting harder against her working, incandescent mouth... and she had also been able to wrap her long tongue several times around the gigantic girth, using it to jerk him off at the same time as she licked and sucked and deepthroated, milking out huge blasts of his precum.

Anahel could only watch on in awe and envy and horror, counting the times the hot nectars of blissful orgasms had squirted thickly out of the four females, his eyes wide open as he saw them shivering and spasming, their strong muscles flexing and bulging as they came again and again and again, without the huge male ever needing to touch their eager folds. The Arkangel sobbed weakly when the four splendid females took turns nuzzling and kissing and licking Killer's ass, pushing their muzzles under his tail and worshipping his sweaty crack and his pendulous, titanic balls. He weakly prayed them not to, trying to tell them that they should not humiliate and debase themselves so much, but all he got for his efforts were spits heavy with Killer's scent, with the taste of his virile fluids and of his sweats. His face was used like a cloth to clean the titan's all-male balls and his hair soon smelled intensely of male, and Savannah, hurting him to tears and at the same time to a dry, painful yet ecstatic orgasm, told him that it was the only way he could ever hope to smell like a man.

Killer kept going and going, pounding the four females into complete, blissful submission, but their skilled tongues and tight throats gave him thrills of delight that traveled up his spine like jolts of electricity, and his pleasure had built up greater and greater, the fire in his loins becoming an incandescent inferno of pleasure, until he threw his head back with a roar when it became too much to restrain any longer, his own orgasm rising in his system with furious force as he squeezed hard into the skulls of Manticora and Kimera, pushing the two sisters closer and squatting down over their faces to smash forwards powerful thrusts, ramming his titanic cocks again and again and again into their tight forms, into their clenching, shifting, squeezing throats. It was a clear message, and the eyes of the two zebras opened, struggling to tear the ropes of thick precum covering them, and gazed up at him, urging him on, glowing with lust as they gripped into his strong legs to brace against his thrusts and fondled his gargantuan balls with the other hand, even as Echidna pushed her face up into the giant orbs, licking and kissing them, feeling them throb and flex as they prepared to unleash their precious, mighty load, and Savannah grinned widely, pushing her muzzle up against his crack and kissing his ass with adoration, sniffing his potent scent, rubbing her head up into his tail while easily dominating her father, using just one hand to squeeze his skull and force his face against her abs, where he meekly planted loving kisses and long licks of worship, tasting her sweat and, more than anything else, the dark god's mighty virility that drenched all of her. "Watch, sissy-boy... watch our true baptism, our true initiation. Watch us bow before our God to receive his blessing..." The young zebra said, licking her lips as she roughly shoved Anahel away and crawled on all fours around the huge male's leg, pushing into her mother's side and hugging her, fiercely grabbing her enormous breasts and hungrily kissing her bulging cheek, licking up sperm and drool and juice while Echidna snuggled up on Kimera's side, pushing head to head and turning to look up at Killer with hungry expectation, her mouth open wide, her long tongue outstretched as she loudly inhaled the air made thick by the rich, potent scent of his virility.

"Yes, master, give it to us, yes! It is what we need, what we crave, what we beg for!" Savannah eagerly screamed, and her eyes glowed with greed as she almost clawed into her mother's body, one hand sliding down her powerful front and shamelessly pushing inside her sex, making Manticora grunt with a distinct note of pleasure, her hips bucking lightly, her juices dribbling out of her, and Manticora's own sex poured out a jet of hot nectar as she shouted: "This is what every woman in the universe craves. This is why we were born... give it to us! Take us all"

And Killer flexed with a growl of delight, his fangs gritted in a savage grin as he smashed brutally in and out of the two sisters' mouths, the juices splattering all the way up into his muzzle with the power of his movements as blood stained his abs and chest, the two females choking violently but only looking at him with adoration until two titanic floods of his semen erupted within their stomachs with such power that both females recoiled, felt themselves pushed back as uncountable gallons of male potency filled them up, the huge male pushing his cocks deep and holding them steady by squeezing on their skulls hard enough to make the bone creak. Within seconds, their bellies were swelling enormously and thick, ungodly jets of cum burst out of their nostrils and exploded out of the corners of their mouths, some of the thick stuff all but coming out of their ears as Killer threw his head back with a snarling laugh, flexing his immense musculature. "Fuck yeah, I needed it..." The huge male said, licking his lips and slowly looking down at the two females as they loudly drowned on his thick essence, Anahel whimpering pathetically as he looked into Manticora's eyes, seeing the pupils shrink away as they rolled up into her head. "Too much... it's too much...!" He cried, but Killer ignored him and all but dragged the zebras' heads a couple inches further forward, feeling his cock pressing unhealthily into the bottom of their stomachs, before he tore his enormous girth backwards, sending two twin deluges of potent sperm flowing out of their mouths, the splatters landing all around them as he rammed powerfully back and forth as that first, single blast went on and on and on for many, uncountable seconds. And then, finally, when it looked like Manticora and Kimera would fall over unconscious, Killer tore back out of them, his twin black shafts popping loudly out, surrounded by cascades of thick sperm, and he shoved both females hard backwards, the two warriors barely conscious enough to prop themselves up with their hands, their chests pushed out in all their glory as his semen coated their huge breasts even as they did their best to greedily swallow it, even as Echidna and Savannah eagerly pushed in to eat the cum off their swells. Killer towered over all of them, a mountain of massive muscle and power that straightened up as the gigantic cocks swung upwards, tapping lightly against his chest and throwing heavy splatters of cum all the way up to the ceiling, before he seized into them, hungrily pumping them and aiming them down at the females, roaring as he sent his second, enormous load exploding over their spectacular bodies, the huge jet splashing into them and firing far past, drawing a white river across the hall as it soaked all four females and almost drowned Anahel as well, as the four females huddled together and pushed their chests forwards, mouths hanging open, tongues outstretched, their eyes gleaming with craving, their bodies raised, offered to him to bath... and Killer fired out blast after enormous blast, coating their bodies in his essence, drenching them in potent seed, marking them as his, as they eagerly bathed into that flood, their hands smearing and massaging the thick cum all over their bodies, their faces, pushing handfuls of it into their mouths as they gazed up at him with love and adoration, wincing as the immense ropes of cum carried far past and slammed loudly into the floor and into the far wall. The huge male roared again, and his tremendous force seemed to rattle the whole world, reality trembling around him and a ripple of power traveling through Heaven, with such solid energy that even Anahel's body, for a moment, was filled with virility that burned in his veins like fire, sending him crashing down on all fours with a cry of ecstasy, his muscles swelling and bulging explosively, larger than they had ever been, his spent cock suddenly throbbing with power, growing massive, the fat head flaring out and a massive orgasm erupting out of him as he flexed with a growl... but it proved to be only another humiliation, because even his huge, unprecedented release was obliterated by just one drop of Killer's incomparably greater load as the god continued to pump gallons upon gallons of thick semen in an astonishing demonstration of might, as the four beautiful females shivered and burned with ecstasy, with passion, with wanting whenever the thick load splattered onto them.

Anahel was spent again long before Killer was done. It took minutes and minutes for his orgasm to begin to slow down, and then he slowly, majestically pumped out two heavy ropes of semen that the four females eagerly took into their already overflowing mouths, even as they collapsed onto the flooded floor with a sigh of contentment, their bodies soaked and drenched in thick, omnipotent white cum, titanic sperms swimming into it, the mighty essence bubbling a bit over their faces, where their drool mixed with it and where their broken breath whistled out of nostrils clogged full with thick semen, large seas of masculine essence all around them, immense splatters scarring the walls and even the ceiling. The four females groaned weakly, in awe and delight, rolling a bit into the thick load all around them, their legs spasming as they felt his gigantic sperms bulldozing their way into their throats, into their soaked passages, even into their tight assholes, their hands rubbing over their swollen bellies as they literally felt the sperms moving inside their forms. "F-fuck... I'm pregnant like hell..." Echidna breathed, squeezing on her bulging abdomen and shivering as some of the sperms were pushed back out of her tight sex, while a huge load of cum came back up in her throat. "This is overkill, you beast..."

"You won't get pregnant unless I will it." Killer replied, matter of factly, leisurely stroking his titanic black cocks as he sat slowly down on the chaise longue, letting out a sigh of bliss, before grinning in entertainment as he gazed down at Anahel, who was already shrinking down again, his body becoming even scrawnier than before, his dick becoming little more than hanging, empty foreskin that contrasted in a terrifying way with the majesty of his throbbing titans of black meat, harder than steel and eager to get more action. "And if I willed it, nothing you could do could prevent it." The huge male added, and Echidna gave a little nod of understanding, suffocating a burp as she struggled to swallow all of that cum, while Savannah purred blissfully and slowly rolled over, pushing her cheek into the inches-thick lake of cum on the floor, slowly dragging her tongue across the lake and greedily licking up as much sperm as she could, her hands rubbing the potent essence all over her body as she breathed: "Thank you, my god... thank you, alpha and emperor..."

"You... can control your fertility, can't you...?" Echidna curiously asked, while attempting to sit up, and the huge male nodded with a slight smirk. "I can. And I know what you are going to ask next, and the answer is no. The uncountable sons and daughters I've sired in Hell do not have my full genetic heritage. Not even these sperms carry it. In... the current climate, let's just say... it is better for me to tune it down."

"Fucking hell, tune it down, he calls it..." Kimera exclaimed, grinning widely, but all females, perhaps with the exception of Savannah, understood what he actually meant and inwardly thanked him for his wisdom. Savannah sat up a bit on the floor and gazed around herself until she spotted Anahel, the puny male half-hiding behind the chaise longue, trembling visibly as he gazed up at the towering glory of Killer's massive body while the god lazily stroked his immense shafts. She snapped her fingers with a wet thwack due to the thick cum drenching them, and pointed at her face with a grin when Anahel turned towards her like a scared puppy. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her features made unrecognizable by the dense mask of sperm covering it entirely, and he let out a pleading whine that the athletic female commented with a snort of amused contempt. "You aren't a man, and less than ever a stallion. You are a cowardly pet dog." She grinned at that, looking at him as he crawled towards her on all fours, and then she gazed up at Killer with a question in her expression... and he smirked, giving a little nod of approval, sending a mote of his energy wrapping around Anahel's deck, almost choking him as it solidified into a sturdy collar of leather and chain, with a long metallic leash that formed in midair as Savannah extended her hand, gripping it. She laughed softly and jerked hard on the leash, dragging her father forwards until his mouth reluctantly pushed against her throat, kissing it while his tongue slowly scooped up a huge load of Killer's cum. "Doesn't it taste good, and strong, and virile...? Bark, bitch. Bark your approval of your food rations." Savannah ordered, and Anahel whimpered a bit before producing his best imitation of a happy dog, barking loudly, even as it came out half-choked due to the thick cum clogging up his airways.

"Thank you, daddy! This is exactly the pet I wanted..." Savannah playfully exclaimed, rubbing gently in the cum-caked hair of her father, petting him between the ears, and Anahel closed his eyes with a quiet moan, obediently lapping up the potent cum while Killer snickered and teased: "Make sure it only barks when you want it to."

"Oh, I will..." The female assured, and her emerald eyes glowed with mischief as her hand squeezed into the horse's skull hard enough to make it creak. "I will slap it when he deserves it..." Anahel looked meekly up at her, his cheeks burning red and his eyes filled with tears... yet glowing with masochistic delight. He felt horribly humiliated by it all, yet he did not want it to end, his arousal so strong that it debilitated him, leaving him weak and panting as he admired his daughter's splendid body and got drunk on the scent of her desire and orgasms. He was enamored of his daughter, a victim of her strong personality, of her natural seduction, of the way she had of bending males around her pinky with just a gaze, a pose, a well chosen glimpse of her perfect body. Unlike Typhon with Manticora and Kimera, he had never, never dared touching his daughter other than in his dreams, but he had watched from afar, always, envying and somehow admiring the males that were able to gain her attention and approval... and she hadn't missed it. She had never said a word about it, but she had mercilessly teased him in multiple occasions, and every time her gaze had told him that she knew everything. He had never imagined it would get so far, but now, trapped between her strong, mischievous personality and Killer' dominant presence, he was discovering that being their little cuck toy was as rewarding as it was painful; as pleasant as it was humiliating.

Manticora moved closer and wrapped one arm around Savannah's, leaning into her side and kissing her cum-covered cheek, slowly dragging her tongue up along it and swallowing the thick batter, grinning widely as she gazed teasingly down at the collared horse, loving the way he looked at her with powerless, fearful craving, his eyes fixed on her enormous breasts, following their every heave as if under hypnosis, widening as she pushed her great swells together, rolling them slowly and pushing up the lake of thick cum filling her cleavage. Savannah leaned against her mother and loudly slurped up the thick semen from her cleavage, burying her face into the dense white lake and kissing the huge swells, before the two females pushed cheek to cheek and grinned down at the astonished cuck, who could only reverently lap up the sperm off their faces, moving from Manticora's chin to Savannah's cheek, licking slowly around their flared nostrils and sucking as hard as he could to remove the solid ropes of thick cum, trembling in awe as he struggled hard to swallow a sixteen feet long string of dense cum, chewing on it and still almost choking as it filled him up. Manticora and Savannah kissed hungrily, almost fiercely, groping into each other's large breasts as the larger female tackled her daughter down into the lake of seed, taking a long lick up from her chin to her forehead and swallowing in three loud gulps before smacking her lips with a little growl of pleasure. "I'm going first, I won."

"No way, you bitch! Master deserves fresh meat." Savannah grinned at that, looking past her mother's shoulder and winking at the huge male while spreading her powerful legs, revealing her soaked, hungry sex in its full, youthful glory. "He'll pick me, and tear my little baby pussy open wide."

"I don't have to make a choice, bitches. I'll take both." Killer said, standing up from his chaise longue and grinning as he leisurely stroked his titanic black shafts, pulling one foot up on the corner of the bed-throne. "Onto the bed, both of you... and you, cuckold, crawl over here."

Manticora and Savannah crawled forwards on all fours, smiling adoringly up at the immense, towering male as they reached the throne, pausing there for a moment, just to kiss his toes, one by one, in sign of submission and worship. Anahel followed, whimpering as his daughter jerked hard on the chain, choking him in his collar as he slithered on the cum-covered marble floor, not daring to look up at the titan and showing his complete acceptance of his new position by dragging himself forwards on the belly: if the females, who were so much better and nobler than him, had moved on all fours, all he was authorized to do was slither like a maggot.

Manticora gazed up at her Master and asked with her eyes for permission to rise... and when Killer nodded slightly, she sat on the bottom edge of the chaise longue, spreading her muscular legs and revealing her blossomed black labia, shiny with her wetness, leaking with her desire. Savannah followed, sitting in her mother's lap, and Manticora immediately pushed her bosom into her back, wrapping her arms around her and groping her breasts, squeezing hard on them, rolling the large swells together and dragging the younger female down with her as she abandoned herself into the seat.

Anahel could only stare up at the two soaked vaginas, stacked one above the other, as his wife and his daughter both kept their beautiful legs spread wide, their passages flexing hungrily and leaking out a constant dribble of clear juices just because of Killer's overwhelming presence. The horse whimpered as he crawled right up at the bottom of the chaise longue, the juices showering him from above and rolling down one cheek as he reverently kissed Killer's deadly toe talons, one by one. Only when he was done with that humiliating act of submission, Killer kicked him lightly in the side, forcing him to roll over onto his back, laying on the floor with his face right beneath the two eager females, their muscular legs framing his world on either side, their muscles looking like hills of power that made him feel minuscule... and then there was Killer, a titan filling the sky, his mountainous musculature making him tremble uncontrollably in terror, his eyes going wide as he stared at the colossal testicles of the beast, then at the twin unrivalled pillars of black flesh, way too big to fit entirely in his field of view. Killer pulled his foot down from the chaise longue and slowly lowered it towards Anahel's face, grinning as the horse gasped audibly in fear, staring up at the vast, black-padded sole and feeling like an ant about to be crushed, until a shriek of terror escaped his lips and be pushed up his hands, trying to hold that heavy foot up, begging: "No, no... please... let me live... I will do anything you want!"

"What a puny creature..." Killer snorted in contempt, and allowed the horse to push his foot slightly upwards, enjoying the huffing and puffing of the cuckold as he used whatever little bit of strength he still had... before the dark god simply allowed his foot to tall down and crushed the Arkangel into the floor, the horse's face completely covered by the dark-fleshed pads, his arms creaking painfully and falling limp as his bones nearly crumbled like biscuits, his skull audibly squeaking with the slightest shift of Killer's toes. Kimera laughed darkly at that, kissing the god's massive leg and grinning towards one camera as she taunted: "Dad, you are next... he'll crush you like the cockroach you are. You'll be nothing but an ugly stain under his big toe... until I lick it clean."

Anahel shrieked and begged louder at that, and Savannah jerked on the leash with a growl, barking: "Stop whining, you crybaby, he is not going to kill you. But I just might, if you don't stop being a useless coward. Get licking, sissy-boy: clean those pads!" The horse immediately obeyed, and Killer snickered and spread his large toes as the Arkangel dragged his tongue over each large pad, then licked up between the digits, tasting the masculine sweat while the god just teasingly tilted his foot back and forth, or inclined it to this or the other side, rolling the cuckold's head around like it was a little, inanimate ball.

Echidna lovingly kissed the large maw of one of the twin giant cocks, pushing her tongue deep inside and working both hands down the tremendous length before pulling back with a smirk, one hand tapping lightly over Kimera's solid abs. "The right way to crush that cockroach of Typhon is by shrinking him to the size he deserves, drop him on your abs and then..." She seized firmly into one of Killer's goliath shafts and firmly swung it down, slapping it over Savannah's muscular abdomen, grinning at the loud, meaty thwack.

"Ohhh, I like that..." Manticora purred, and Savannah grinned widely, adding: "Yeah, but don't squish him right away..." She paused and seized into the monstrous pillar of malehood and firmly slapped her abs again with it, then her breast, then the other swell, grunting at the amazing weight and strength of each impact. "Deliberately miss him a few times; make him run around in circles, squealing like a little bitch."

"That's right... let him cry and panic and beg."Killer said, licking his lips hungrily as he slapped his immense cocks right down on Savannah's soaked vagina, the endless shaft slamming across her groin, all over her abs and up between her breasts, the monstrous head smashing into her muzzle, making her moan in lust and awe as her back arched and a thrill of delight and need shot up her spine. "Mom... fuck... it is scary..." Savannah whispered, and Manticora only grinned and nuzzled her, grasping her thighs and forcing her legs spread even wider while Killer loomed above them, an immense mountain of muscles and power that leaned forwards with a grin as handsome as it was intimidating, one powerful arm on either side of the heads of mom and daughter, his masculine form covering them entirely, casting them into darkness. Savannah shivered lustfully and immediately gripped into his enormous biceps, marveling at the godlike power in the chorded muscle before tracing her fingers up his shoulders and then over his broad chest, stroking down the mountainous pecks and then over the rippling, mighty abs. "Scared...?" Killer teasingly asked, and the female only let out a hot moan, shivering visibly as he began to draw his giant cocks slowly back, the two titans feeling like anacondas that ground into her face, between her breasts and over her sensitive labia all at once, the endless shaft sliding down her form and sending shivers of fear, of lust, of need, of pleasure up her form as her breath became broken and rough, her breasts heaving wonderfully as she leaned back into her mother's bosom and braced for dear life at the same time, clawing into his mighty shoulders. "So huge... so strong... daddy... so big... be gentle with me... I'm little..."

"That's how he tames us all." Manticora teased, nibbling at her daughter's ear and squeezing roughly into her huge breasts, gazing up at Killer from over Savannah's shoulder. "You thought you could challenge him, huh...? But he always, always wins."

"Oh, fuck... he does... he does!" Savannah breathed, looking up into Killer's amused eyes, her own sparkling with merciless entertainment as she saw the great god pulling his foot off Anahel's face just in time for the horse to stare at the monstrous, girthy heads of his members as they slid down the two soaked pussies before pushing slowly against the females' entrances, teasing, grinding gently into the blossomed labia as he gave them time to realize just how massive the rounded heads were.

"You fuckin' triumph!" Savannah exclaimed, trembling as the monstrously huge cock began to stretch her tight folds out, her grin shaking a little as her thighs spasmed in fearful anticipation as he pushed forwards ever so slightly, letting her feel the very tip of his cock, already forcing her labia to part widely, as Manticora helped her daughter spread her legs even wider and pushed her up a little, the two females half-way propped up against the backrest so they could easily look down at their groins as he penetrated them.

"You don't want to miss a second of it..." Manticora assured, licking her daughter's cheek and grinning as the younger zebra let out a groan of bliss and bucked eagerly against Killer's titanic cock, before barking: "You, bitch-boy! Help your daughter out, spread that little pussy wide!"

And Anahel obeyed, carefully reaching up with his hands, caressing Savannah's inner thighs and then taking her puffy labia under his toes, gripping into the edges of her passage to spread it open wide, but it only humiliated and terrified him further, his eyes bulging as, alone, the very tip of Killer's goliath cock continued to dwarf the defenceless hole, before the god crammed it full of diamond-hard fuckmeat, lining for the first true thrust. Savannah arched her back in shock and leaned up into his chest, eyes going wide but remaining fixed on his goliath cock as a scream of both pain and pleasure exploded out of her mouth when the male rammed his monumental cock into her, forcing her labia insanely far apart and ripping into her with a spurt of warm blood, her passage clenching immediately and with desperate force, half-welcoming and half-fighting back the titanic invader, the rest of her form going limp as her orgasmic nectar blasted out in a great squirt. Only the head of the massive cock bulldozed its way inside, rudely reshaping her and already demolishing every memory of tightness, making her eyes water before she howled again as he slammed forwards with greater force, at the same time seizing her by the throat and pushing two large fingers into her mouth. Savannah suckled hard on the two large digits even as she shrieked around them, eyes rolling up in her head even as she forced herself to look down to see his immense girth demolishing her tight passage, her juices squirting all over his abs, her blood streaking down the titanic shaft as he ripped three solid feet of immense cock deep within her body, her belly already bulging visibly as her pelvis creaked audibly, her head falling back into Manticora's prodigious bosom as she felt her legs forcefully pushed further apart by his terrifying girth. "Fuck! Fucking hell, you are fuckin' splitting me in two!" Savannah howled, but despite the pain there was not a single hint of rejection, only lustful awe as she did her best to buck her hips hard back against him, gritting her teeth as she courageously impaled herself on another ten inches of goliath cock, flashes of light exploding in her vision as she trembled hard and hissed in bliss and agony, ecstasy and pain. Manticora was screaming as well, her back arching so violently that it made Savannah bounce up, and the larger female instinctively squeezed into her daughter's thighs so hard that it looked like she'd rip her legs right off, her enormous biceps bulging and the chorded muscles of her shoulders standing out in full definition, her deadly hooves kicking hard at the air as Killer's cock buried deep inside her passage, her abs distending as her belly visibly bulged out and her organs shifted and swelled as they were roughly pushed up by the gigantic invader, her own blood spurting out of her stretched-out folds and mixing with her daughter's to rain thickly down on Anahel, making him squirm in a mix of terror, awe, panic, arousal, his eyes bulging in shock, fixed on the two annihilated holes while his mouth gaped and his tongue instinctively reached upwards for the deluge of orgasm nectars and warm blood. "S-stop... please... stop..." He whimpered, but his voice was too weak and low to be heard over the wet squelching of the two black-fleshed vaginas as they were torn open wide, the huge male grinning viciously as he rammed forwards again, roughly pinning both females down by crushing Savannah down into her mother, his claws digging into her neck deep enough to draw droplets of blood as he squished mother and daughter into the comfortable throne, gyrating his hips slowly and grinding his immensity into the ravaged pussies, deliberately stretching them out wider as he seized Manticora by the ankles and dragged her forwards, changing the angle of his thrusts so he could pile-drive his cocks into their depths, both females grunting as they fell upon their shoulders and stared wide eyed at their groins up in the air above, matching fountains of nectar arching up into the air and raining down into their mouths and faces while blood rolled down their thighs and abs, mixing with the hot, sweet juices.

"You never get used to it...!" Manticora half-snarled and half-cried, but she was grinning all the same and she did her best to buck up in welcome of his following hard piston, while wrapping her mighty arms around Savannah, holding her steady and licking teasingly up her cheek as the huge male above them snarled like a beast and roughly seized both of their heads, his fingers tangling into their manes as he shoved them hard down into the couch, the heavy chaise of gold and marble skidding hard forwards as he slammed his hips forwards again and buried almost half of his titanic shafts into their bodies, the voices and juices of mother and daughter mixing as their hooves kicked hard at the air, legs spasming as they flexed and arched their backs, Savannah helplessly hugging herself as her flat abdomen bulged out obscenely, but her eyes glowing and her teeth gritted in a grin as she gazed up at him, panting hard and rocking her hips eagerly back and forth even though the sheer tightness of her passage around his girth meant that she could barely move at all, her inner walls flexing and clenching against the unforgiving pillar of dark meat. The look in their eyes begged for more, for harder, even as their next shriek came out not just wordless but breathless, their jaws opening wide but almost no cry making it out as the massive cocks continued to invade and conquer their tight, clenching sexes while Killer's immense form bulged with power and flexed in sheer bliss, his fingers digging into their skulls hard enough to draw droplets of blood and send drool leaking out of their mouths and nostrils as they whined weakly, tears rolling down their cheeks even though their eyes burned with passion and need.

Savannah shivered in a mix of fear and bliss when the titan bent down to nuzzle her, before her eyes opened wide in surprise as Killer licked up her tears and savored them, growling lightly in appreciation and moving over to Manticora's own cheeks, the larger female smiling knowingly and tilting her head first to one side, then to the other, closing her eyes with a little sigh of bliss.

The huge male slammed forwards again, his medial ring smashing into their folds ready stretched out of shape and beginning to force them even further apart, their passages clenching desperately around his girth, trying to push it back, but it only added to his pleasure as he flexed and bulldozed its way inside, gritting his fangs in a grin as both females howled in agony and ecstasy, both hitting their climax once more, their nectar squirting out of them as his eyes glowed with lust and power, fixing into Manticora's hungry gaze as she opened her mouth with a begging cry. "Give it to me... give it to us... Please!"

The god gyrated his hips teasingly for a moment, grinding into their insides and making them moan hotly, then rammed forwards again, burying several more feet of immense masculine power into their incandescent depths, grunting and licking his lips at the sheer tightness squeezing into his girths while blood burst out of them in waterfalls, that washed down on Anahel's face, the Arkangel sobbing weakly as he stretched out his tongue and moved right beneath the steady stream of blood that leaked out of Savannah's sex, his eyes fixed on the muscular, spasming thighs above, watching at the great hooves that weakly kicked at the air, while both females moaned in delight and pain and hugged themselves, their bulging forms, their damaged bodies, some blood all but leaking from the corner of Savannah's mouth, coming from her stretched and damaged organs as the goliath shaft crammed her insides full.

Killer wasn't yet hilted, but he stopped and mercifully gave them a moment to adjust, arching his back with a lazy little growl of pleasure as he enjoyed the way both passages squeezed into him like vices, flexing and clenching as hard as they could, half-trying to repeal the invader, half-trying to suck It in deeper, or suck it into motion. He moved in and out, slowly, moving less than a handful of inches, just to let the two girls stare at their own labia, at their own walls clinging for dear life to his tremendous girth, stretching outwards whenever he moved back, prolapsing them, and Echidna and Kimera leaned down to lick and kiss at the ruined pussies, worshipfully dragging their tongues up and down the length of black shaft that he could not push any deeper without killing mother and daughter.

"Holy shit...!" Savannah breathlessly exclaimed, eyes open wide as she looked down at the impossible fit of his immense cock inside her bloodied hole. "My god... oh, my god... that is a god-slaying weapon... Oh, my god!" Her voice rose higher and her back arched, eyes rolling in her head in delirious ecstasy and pain as Killer smirked and drew slowly back, tearing foot after foot of blood-soaked, harder-than-diamond shaft out of her, dragging out her delicious folds, stretching out her labia and making her feel dizzy at the gaping emptiness she could now feel inside her ravaged body."Fuck, my baby pussy is not a baby anymore...!" She exclaimed at the sight of her passage open in a huge, wide O as the gigantic member pulled back more and more, until the male slammed his hips forwards again, ripping deep into her again and flooding her with a huge load of precum, causing her abdomen to visibly bloat and stretch around his length as more blood dripped down onto Anahel's face, mixed with Killer's thick virility and with her own sweet juices while the liger's heavy testicles slammed almost painfully into the zebra's inner thighs and ass, the wet thwack echoing loudly in the room as her sex clenched with savage delight around his immensity.

Killer growled in pleasure, his lust growing by the second as both of his massive shafts sunk deep into a wet, incandescent hug of amazing tightness, both females flexing and bucking back against him, their strong bodies rocking up to meet his hard thrusts, Savannah in a more erratic way, Manticora with greater experience and with the complicity that came from having shared his bed many times in the past, but the daughter was tighter, almost painfully so, and her insides clenched constantly, her juices flooding down her thighs in a endless successions of orgasms that squelched loudly and wonderfully around his brutal girth, while Manticora needed a bit more work to go from an orgasm to another, but gave him as much pleasure if not even more as her greater experience and strength allowed her to move with greater force, greater skill, gyrating her hips and screwing herself on his titanic member, her legs wrapping around his waist as well as they could.

He rolled his shoulders and snarled in pleasure, thrills of delight running up and down his spine as he slammed into them again, hard, fast, thrusting with enough force to make their bones creak and the heavy chaise longue of gold, marble and velvet skid loudly forwards across the room, the solid marble floor beneath all but cracking under his force while mother and daughter shuddered and bucked hard back against him, screaming their delight, their bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat and almost sizzling with their ecstasy, Savannah writhing and grinding down into her mother's strong front, her eyes rolling up in her head as she seemed to burn with delight and passion and need.

Savannah threw her head back into her mother's breasts and let out a breathless howl of delight and agony as the huge male snarled and picked up speed, his hard pistons growing faster, deeper, stronger as the chaise screeched all the way across the room until it smashed into a wall, the titan grinning and slamming one hand into the solid stone, gripping into it like it was sand, his fingers effortlessly tearing deep inside as his thrusts rammed both females hard against the wall, cracks already spreading through it while Savannah and Manticora stared in awe at his monstrous cocks tearing back out of their depths, their labia desperately clinging to the goliath cocks, their groins stretched out and their passages prolapsing several inches on each backstroke as juices squirted out with loud, obscene noises, thick splatters of precum, blood and female nectar exploding out of the devastated passages and staining his thighs, his immense balls, his prodigious form, reaching up all the way to land on their faces as they opened their mouths and stretched their tongues out, catching as much of the moisture as possible, while waves of ecstasy roared within them and sent their nectars squirting out around the massive shafts slamming with savage power in and out of them.

A scary river of blood and precum and juices stretched across the vast hall, marking all the distance his hard shoves had made them cover, and Savannah flushed as she felt her pleasure skyrocketing just by gazing at it, her eyes going wide as she let out a cry of ecstasy and awe, a growl of lustful amusement escaping her lips as she caught sight of her father crawling forwards on all fours, licking up her blood and juices from the floor, while Kimera held his leash and dragged him hard forwards when he hesitated in any way.

The zebra's attention shifted immediately back to Killer as the god growled fiercely down at her, leaning down to cover her with both dominance and protection, making her feel small, tiny, weak and vulnerable in comparison to his glorious power and, at the same time, as he gripped roughly into her large breasts and squeezed them together, rolling the large swells with a growl of appreciation, making her feel safe, strong, invincible. "You own me... I'm yours to toy with, yours to destroy... and no one else can touch me. No one else can compete. I will never be bested, because I'm yours. You are my only god... and everything else will be dust in my grip." Savannah breathed, her hands rolling down his mighty chest, reaching for his arms to squeeze into his omnipotent biceps, stroking over his glorious forearms and then holding his hands as they manhandled her breasts, and he grinned down at her, kissing her forehead, then her lips, whispering: "That's true, Sav... a toy to me, an omnipotent goddess to everything and everyone else." He flexed his massive form with a vicious snarl of pleasure, slamming home into her depths again and again and again, his gigantic cock streaked crimson with her blood, his eyes burning with lust and hunger that only grew greater and greater as she shuddered beneath him and flexed, squeezing his cock hard, milking it for even more precum as her fluids burst out around his godcock, her delirious cries of ecstasy rising towards the sky. She dreamily reached down to grip into the sides of his colossal shaft, her fingertips tracing over thick veins that bulged and pumped what felt like hot, pure power into his member, his girth too great to cover, even using both hands, as she stroked rapidly up and down the great length that exceeded the capacity of her body, and on each backstroke of the huge male she moved her hands down to soak them in the precum, in the juices, in her own blood, accompanying the gigantic cock deep down inside her passage again, crying out in bliss as her whole body flexed with the strength of her orgasm, her belly bulging out in the shape of his gigantic shaft, her organs pulsing within her, hard enough that it could be seen from outside, her whole body flexing and spasming violently, hooves kicking wildly at the air when she shuddered uncontrollably, moaning and squeezing into the immense black shaft as her passage almost tore itself apart with how powerfully it clenched, clutching the monumental invader that pistoned powerfully in and out of her, penetrating deep into her insides, destroying her as he easily kept the both of them pinned down and helpless despite all their muscles and their great strength.

Savannah shrieked again in ecstasy, her poor passage clamping hard around the titanic girth reshaping it, half-sucking it in, half-trying to resist the invasion as she bucked hard, rocking her hips back and forth against the liger, moving with all the energy her spasming muscles could muster, her rhythm broken and uneven but savage and greedy as her orgasm stretched on and on and on, her mind filled with the incredible sight of his gigantic black shaft slamming deep inside her, again and again and again, the god growling lustfully down at her and Manticora as he made long, brutal pistons that hefted the both of them up from the bed, Savannah howling his name over and over as she curled up under his massive chest, leaning up into his powerful body, eyes fixed down on her poor, devastated hole, while Manticora bucked with wild force, impaling herself eagerly while leaning her chin over her daughter's shoulder, breathing into her ear and looking down at the same glorious spectacle, grunting: "Fuck, yeah... oh, my god... oh, my god... love this sight..."

"It is fucking scary!" Kimera eagerly exclaimed, grinning widely as she licked her muzzle, soaked in blood and juices from having licked teasingly all around Killer's huge shaft, lapping at the loudly-squelching point where Savannah's labia were glued to his cock. "Where does all that cock go...? It looks bigger than your leg, bigger than you. Fuck, it looks like you will split in half at any moment, Savvy..." Kimera cheerfully exclaimed, pushing her hands over the much smaller female's abdomen as it bulged outwards with Killer's shove deep inside. Echidna was bathing her face in the deluge of blood and juices, staring from up close at the poor gaping hole as every hard piston caused Savannah's legs to spread painfully far apart, her poor asshole obscenely gaping even though it had not been touched directly yet, allowing the dragoness to effortlessly push all of her fingers inside, the poor hole yawning wide open whenever he rammed deep inside the girl. "Makes me weak at the knees. Never seen anything like this... fuck... what a beast... what power... You really know how to put the fear of god into your bitches!"

Killer snorted in entertainment at that, flexing his massive form and grinning as Kimera eagerly leaned up to lick a drop of sweat off his side, lapping lovingly upwards all the way to his armpit as he brought his hands up behind his head and slammed even harder into mother and daughter, driving them up the cracked wall and licking his lips hungrily as his muscles bulged powerfully, more weight and more strength going into each hard shove as he began to pound them at a savage rhythm, both vaginas quivering weakly, bruised and torn and stretched out absurdly wide, blood leaking out in steady streams and bursting out in splatters along with their hot nectars as both mother and daughter howled their ecstasy, their bodies convulsing weakly against the wall, while the heavy throne banged loudly into it with each hard piston of the male.

Killer looked down at their destroyed entrances, grinning as he watched his own members bulldozing their way in and out, dragging out soft lips too tight and too soaked with juice to let him go, and he growled in delight, seizing Savannah by the head, his fingers tangling into the bangs of her mane as he forced her down between her mother's huge breasts, Manticora somehow finding the strength to push her spectacular boobs into her head, trapping it in the middle, smothering her daughter's face while Killer put his other hand on the young zebra's belly, smirking as her bulging form pushed it upwards whenever he slammed his cock deep inside her, easily able to grip into his gigantic shaft through her skin and flesh and muscle, leisurely jerking off like she was a mere condom he was wearing. "What are you, Savvy...?" He teasingly asked, and the girl's eyes burned with lust and adoration as she cried out loud: "I'm your nasty little bitch, daddy! Your fucktoy! Your slave! I'm yours!"

"Fuck yeah..." Killer approved, grinning and throwing his head backwards with a growl of delight and hunger as his gigantic shaft pummeled violently in and out of her splendid body, demolishing her tight passage and flooding her with huge blasts of thick precum, sending a deluge of tar-like masculine essence exploding out of her ruined hole, sending it all cascading over Anahel's face, the horse spluttering and choking and sobbing loudly as he looked up powerlessly, in guilty abandon, horrified and aroused at once, panting in time with the thrusts of the Alpha towering above him, his eyes widening every time the monstrous black shaft plunged in and stretched the two once-tight pussies out to such width that his heart always skipped a beat, his ears flopped back on his head in humiliation and submission as he was deafened by the screams of both his wife and his daughter, as Savannah moved her gaze from her bloody pussy up to Killer's face, her expression delirious with lust and adoration and need, eyes glowing with ecstasy as she loudly begged him to not hold back, to hurt her more, to hurt her worse, eyeing the feet of monstrous length that he still wasn't using on her, drooling at the sight of his muscles, knowing how much more strength he possessed, even as every rough ram of his hips sent his gigantic cock tearing deep within her, sawing in and out of her gripping, clenching sex as she continued to valiantly buck her hips back against him, her movements crude and uneven but greedy and hungry.

"Fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Savannah chanted through gritted teeth, and Killer was all too happy to respond to her prayers, licking his lips at the sight of her rippling abs, made shiny by her sweat, by her nectar, by the gallons of his thick, potent masculine fluids, her muscles flexing with power, bulging explosively as her body was brutally crushed between his immense cock and the stone wall behind her and her mother's hard body beneath, as Manticora broke down into the same ecstatic delirium, clawing into stone and leaving deep trenches into it like it was nothing but wet sand, her enormous thighs flexing and bulging with enough power that it was easy to imagine a tank crushed like a cheap tin can between her legs as her hooves kicked at the air with deadly force, drool and blood flying from her maw as his immense shaft tore even deeper within her, one of his hands reaching down to claw into her hip, his fingers piercing through muscle that was harder than steel, his other hand threatening to crush Savannah's skull like an overripe fruit as the god leaned down over them with a snarl, changing the angle of his savage, powerful thrusts so much that both females howled in bliss and agony while matching squirts of nectars and splatters of blood exploded out of them to splash all over Anahel and the ground beyond, making the horse gasp and cry loudly in terror as the puddle of crimson fluids spread wider and wider around him. Killer slammed viciously in and out of the stretched, ruined sexes, grinning through gritted fangs as the structure of marble and gold of the chaise longue was finally overwhelmed, the solid throne breaking in half under the power of his thrusts, causing both Manticora and Savannah to fall down, trapped between the ruins of the chaise, rising to form a V on either side of them. "Yes, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Manticora hissed, wrapping her hands around Savannah and murring as she felt the male's titanic shaft causing her daughter's body to bulge outwards in terrifying fashion, the creak of bones and the squelching of juices and pummeled organs coming loudly from within both of their bodies as he pounded their ravaged vaginas, his goliath cocks grinding into their ribs from the inside, causing even their chests to painfully bulge outwards, but the pain somehow only added to their delight, their bodies flexing with pure power and yet spasming in pain and fear, feeling vulnerable, feeling his powerful thrusts reshaping their insides, spearing right through their wombs, fucking savagely into their guts, blood leaking from the corners of their mouths as well as from their stretched-out holes as his fast, violent movements sent their life fluids spraying out of their gripping passages, panting his shafts crimson and streaking down his immense testicles, the wet squelches echoing through the estate as his heavy, godlike balls rammed into their buttocks and inner thighs, sounding a loud, intimidating tattoo.

Killer straightened with a growl of delight, looking down at the two females and licking his lips at the delirious ecstasy and worship in their gazes, his hands now gripping Manticora by the ankles and effortlessly pulling her forwards, her arms going out on either side and hands clawing into the marble ruins of the throne as she trembled with anticipation and fear, delight and pain, closing her eyes as her self-destructive haze of delight made her hiss: "Yes, Master... yes, God... Fuck us hard!"

He rammed his thrusts straight down into them, pile-driving his immense shafts down almost to the hilt, and their shrieks of delight became even louder as they stared, wide-eyed, up at the mind and pussy-shattering penetration, even as blood streaked down their abs, towards their faces as they attempted to brace against the floor, all the weight burdening on their strong shoulders and arms as their legs were scissored wide open, up in the air, long and beautiful and strong.

"P-please... have... have mercy..." Anahel begged, sobbing hard as he looked up at the same fearsome sight, trembling violently but unable to tear his eyes off the gigantic cock bulldozing its way inside, his trembling hands still pointing the camera at the two ruined holes as they spread wide with each might thrust, his hand tremblingly wiping blood and juices off the lens every few seconds as the vile moisture rained down thickly from above. "Shut up, bitch-boy!" Savannah snarled, and Manticora's legs flexed with terrible power as she growled: "If you speak again without permission, I'm going to crush you into a fucking pulp and use you as fucking lube, sissy-bitch!"

Killer laughed at that, slowing down his thrusts for a brief instant, just to hear the gasps and moans from everyone around him as his gigantic shafts pulled back, and back, and back, feet upon feet of godlike cocks tearing out of pussies that clung tightly to his monstrous girth, as if begging him to stay, their pink inner walls stretched outwards in amazing ways, his members streaked crimson and even entangled in pieces of pulped guts here and there. "Watch it, bitch-boy... watch how their passages grip me..." Killer cruelly teased, pulling back a little more, dragging out their folds that were too tightly stretched out around his girth to let go, and Savannah and Manticora moaned hotly and shuddered hard, their hooves kicking uselessly at the air as they rocked their hips hard back and forth, backs arching as another orgasm rattled them, simultaneously, sending their nectars gushing out, stained red with their life fluids. "So tight... so hot... like you'll never, never experience." Killer added, before plunging deep into their clenching passages, making them scream even louder as they bucked hard, almost like wild horses trying to unsaddle him, squirting out juices an amazing distance away, showering Kimera and Echidna as the two females went down on their knees on either side of his members, and sealed their lips over the black shafts, slurping loudly on all the juice, suckling, lapping, inhaling greedily, making Killer snarl in delight just because of the obscene cacophony of spluttering and gargling and choking and slurping and sucking and drowning, bubbles forming in the rich moisture as the two females growled greedily and moved up and down along the sides of his cocks, gripping into the steel hard shafts, drowning in the deluge of juices, barely able to distinguish the taste of blood in that slobber which was completely dominated by his potent, virile taste. "Watch these poor holes open up..." Killer teased, burying himself inside the hot infernos of their vaginas, slowly enough to let Anahel stare at the way the holes spread wide, wider, widest, how the muscles flexed, the limbs quivered, the bellies bulged as the titans invaded their depths, and Kimera and Echidna reluctantly pulled back to allow the male to slam deep while they turned to look mockingly down at the Arkangel, who couldn't help but whimper at the sight of their faces and huge, spectacular breasts completely plastered with bubbling moisture, ropes of precum, of drool, splatters of blood and pearly nectar, dense strings of it draped all over their boobs, strong enough that they could play with them, let them wrap all around their fingers and wrists and arms, smearing it all over even more of their bodies, only to push forwards again as soon as Killer tore backwards to prepare another thrust. "Poor little Anahel is done..." Echidna commented with a grin, before spitting a thick mouthful of the potent slobber all over the horse's face, snickering as the Arkangel meekly thanked her even before being splattered by the stuff. "His brain is as fucked as Savvy's pussy."

"He is just realizing what his place in life is." Killer said, grinning with entertainment as the horse nodded with a whimper and assured: "I'm a sissy-boy... a humble, weak slave. A toy. I'm... I'm... thank you for... giving them the pleasure I could never give."

"Take my phone, I want my own video of this." Killer easily commanded, and Anahel hurriedly nodded and crawled towards the heavy black armor neatly arranged on a wooden support, searching in a large leather pouch tied to one of the hip plates, trembling as his ears continued to quake with the loud squelching, the wet splatters, the creaking of bones, the intimidating slaps of Killer's gigantic balls into the bruised buttocks of his wife, and his hands trembled violently when Savannah let out a new howl of ecstasy, Killer snarling and increasing the speed of his hard pistons within the two females. The horse scampered back between the god's mighty legs and held the mobile phone up, the camera in his other hand, his breath rough and broken as he stared through the two screens at the incredible sight of the gargantuan cocks punishing those ravaged holes, cleaning the lenses from the blood and juices of his wife and of his daughter and trembling in terror as he realized that the diameter of Killer's cock beat by far the sum of both his arms. Hell, it was thicker than his thigh, and the comparison was only getting scarier and more humiliating as his musculature, once well developed, shriveled away, his strength and mass vanishing rapidly as his wrists became ridiculously thin in comparison to the throbbing, glorious shafts ahead of him, full of life, of vigor, of power, throbbing and swelling even larger whenever an overwhelming wave of masculine essence traveled up the enormous cum channel to explode hard inside Savannah and Manticora, while Kimera and Echidna leaned down to slurp on the excess precum flooding out around his shaft. It was overkill, it was excessive... it was majestic, and it made him cry in slavish awe, filling his mind with thoughts about how he could debase himself even further, how he could show his veneration for that power so incredibly greater than anything else.

Killer roared in pleasure and flexed, arching his back and grinning in delight before slamming to the hilt into the two females, blood spurting all the way up into his mane as something loudly tore within them, their howls of ecstasy and agony echoing across the estate as their eyes bulged, then rolled up in their skulls as he gyrated his hips and ground his immense shafts hard into the ravaged walls of their passages, before beginning to slam in and out with savage force and speed, sending thick splatters of juice arching more than twelve feet across the air as he pummeled them viciously fast, his immense cocks stiffening, growing even larger and harder than diamond as his pleasure mounted, ecstasy pumping in his veins as the clenching passages wrapped around his members milked him, urged him to fire his true load, his omnipotent seed, making his muscles bulge explosively, his body tense and full of vigor as he snarled hungrily, his eyes burning with flames of lust as the blood and juices plastering his mighty form almost began to sizzle with the heat and the energy radiating off him as he slammed savagely fast in and out of the torn-apart vaginas, grinning hungrily down at mother and daughter as both looked up at him through a daze of pleasure and pain, close to unconsciousness. He hissed through gritted fangs, loving the exhaustion in their strong bodies and the absolute craving and need burning in their eyes, and he rammed his cocks home with vicious force before grinning wider, licking his lips hungrily as his eyes burned with a mischievous idea, and he tore back, ripping his goliath shafts out of them, making their bodies shudder hard as Manticora howled his name and Savannah shrieked: "Daddyyyyy!

The two howls accompanied his gigantic shafts on the long way out, before being silence by two fearsome, wet pops as the fat, immense heads ripped out, free of the ruined holes, followed by two veritable deluges of precum and juices that gushed loudly out, two matching waterfalls of tar-thick, dull white batter reddened by blood, as inches-thick ropes of the same stuff stretched out between their depths and the godlike black shafts as they swung majestically upright, sending two blasts of precum smashing into the ceiling and causing thick white rain to fall down on everything and everyone, while Savannah and Manticora moaned hotly, their bodies shivering hard and almost going limp, their hooves kicking lightly with the spasms of their legs as their obliterated pussies uselessly attempted to close up at least a bit, flexing and clenching but continuing to gape in wide, huge O shaped chasms spurting out thick precum.

"How I love that sight..." Killer teasingly growled, gazing down at the ruined vaginas, hissing in delight as the pink inner walls visibly flexed, desperately trying to close up, but only pushing out another huge load of his potent essence, while the enormous black hole remained wide open. "... you see, sissy-boy? That's how a pussy is supposed to look after being properly fucked."

"Y...yes... sir... Master... oh, my God... they are gaping so much..." Anahel dreamily cried, leaning in closer to try and watch down the bloody, ruined abyss that was Savannah's once-tight vagina, and he swallowed with a shiver of fear, almost thankful for the thick precum filling her to the brim, because he couldn't begin to imagine the depth of that cave, and the scary sight at the bottom, where his cock had no doubt smashed its way far beyond her womb. He barely noticed his tears falling off his chin and into the flooded hole, because the thick male essence filling her was far too dense to ripple because of the light drops: it was like he truly couldn't do anything at all for his daughter anymore. Killer erased every effort he made, without even needing to try.

"Suck all that cum out, sissy-boy...!" Savannah teased, and Anahel whimpered pathetically but at the same time eagerly leaned forwards to lick up one of her torn, battered, sore lips. How many times had he fantasized about his daughter's folds...? She was so beautiful, so strong, so confident and so flirtatious, and so many times she had thrown him gazes that had almost stopped his heart, strolled before him with shorts that left her spectacular legs on display, her abs always bare, her shirts struggling to cover her delicious breasts, and she had deliberately pretended to forget to fully close the door to her room, just so he could torment himself watching through the narrow space while she rested on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers lazily sinking into those juicy black labia... And now his mind was forever scarred with the brutal images of those eager lips clinging to Killer's goliath girth; and now even as he licked and sucked at lips that were juicier than ever, all he could actually taste was Killer's omnipotent virility, which covered every other flavor, and mocked him with the impossibility of any and all comparisons. He licked up thick mouthfuls of precum, swallowing them in huge gulps, one after the other, but there was just so much... so fucking much... too much. It was just another humiliation, another demonstration of his weakness: the more he swallowed, the more mighty essence gushed out of Savannah's gaping hole, and his ears rang with the sound of her laughter and that of Manticora, who deliberately flexed her body just to push out an extra huge waterfall of precum that washed all over the horse and pushed him back spluttering and choking.

Kimera caught him by the back of the skull and forced him into the thick of the flood with a snort of derision, leaning forwards herself and grinning teasingly at him before opening her jaws wide, tongue outstretched to catch as much of the deluge as she could, while Savannah laughed and mocked: "Is it too much for you, bitch...? That is just his precum, father... how the fuck do you plan to protect me? I will get pregnant!"

"Oh, yes, you will..." Killer said, grinning widely as let go of Manticora's ankles to grip into his monumental shafts and angled them down towards her face and her mother's. Manticora grunted and shivered for a brief moment as she was suddenly left without support, but she clawed into the ground and flexed her massive muscles and easily kept her body up, legs spread wide, vagina gaping amazingly, even as Savannah's weight continued to bear down on her chest and shoulders as the younger zebra used her hands to grasp into the two massive cocks, her eyes open wide in appreciation as she pumped them teasingly for a moment, just to see the heavy foreskin moving back and forth over the fat, glorious heads. She pulled the mighty members downwards, grunting at the sheer effort it took, and she guided one to her lips and the other out to one side, so that her mother, leaning over her shoulder and pushing cheek to cheek, could take loving care of it. Their eyes glowed with the same adoration and need, sapphire and emerald, side to side as they opened their mouths with hungry growls and forced the massive heads of his cocks inside, their tongues pushing up into his hard flesh, teasingly grinding into it, almost cradling the underside of each immense shaft as they suckled hard, tasting their own nectar, their own blood and his potent virility, making him groan with delight, his head falling back with a growl of bliss as they courageously dived forwards, taking the goliath members into their throats, Savannah gripping into either side of her cock and stroking up and down the great length until Manticora, not wanting to be outdone, managed to balance herself with just one arm and firmly grasped the huge member with the other hand, jerking it with short but extremely fast movements, making him groan in pure ecstasy.

Manticora's eyes glowed with a mischievous, loving threat, signaling that she knew he had pulled that stunt in part to delay a little more his incoming orgasm, and she swayed her hips sensually from side to side, leaning her long legs against his strong body and squeezing his neck between her ankles, bringing up her other hand as well and reaching around Savannah's chest to seize into the huge cock, pumping it furiously and groaning loudly around it, sending delightful vibrations that caused his pleasure to mount like a raging sea in a storm.

The two females winked teasingly at him and arched their backs to push their huge, prodigious breasts against his immense shafts, Savannah grunting lightly in bliss as the great girth spread them wide apart, the huge shaft throbbing and flexing with power and hunger as she flexed her strong musculature and pushed her body against the hard member, bucking her hips as best she could to grind into him with her abs as well as with the large boobs that ground firmly on either side of his immensity, the female groaning in desperate, lustful need as she wrapped her strong legs around the gigantic shaft, her hands stroking the great member as far down as she could reach while she tried to swallow him deeper, licking and sucking teasingly at the fat, goliath head.

Manticora had less freedom of movement but exploited every opportunity to send a jolt of pleasure up his spine, her talented mouth working back and forth, suckling hard, loudly, her tongue swirling against his sensitive flesh, delving into his vast cumslit, as she bobbed her head rapidly, then took long, slow backstrokes that ended in loving kisses, after her tongue had lapped up the pre from as much of his length as she could cover. Their bodies burned with passion, and they moved against him with fanatic fervor, grinding into the hard members and looking up at him with eyes that burned with such lust, adoration and gratitude that most males would have orgasmed just because of their expressions.

"Don't hold back, Master... drown my sister in your seed. Let her feel your power... cover them... wash them down in your essence... come all over them... please, please, please... oh, please, bless them, baptize them in your cum..." Kimera teasingly whispered in his ear, seizing the base of his enormous cock and pumping it eagerly while tracing the mighty profile of his chest with the other hand, before Echidna straightened and pushed into his other side, bucking her hips lightly, bumping into his side to let him feel how wet she was, how her juices burned like liquid fire, her breasts heaving with her lustful breaths, her eyes flashing with hunger as she seized into his cock with both hands and pumped it eagerly, adding her own prayer: "Baptize them, fill them, soak them, drench them... and then take us. Let us all feel your masculinity, let us all wonder at your power, let our bodies drip with your virility, wash the past away with your omnipotence. Drown our past in your cum... erase every memory of the weak, false gods we used to serve. Lies and illusions, that's all they are. Mark us all as yours, bless us with your load... please, Lord Killer... please... please... we beg you... unworthy little bitches that we are..."

Killer grinned at that, arching his back with a growl of greedy hunger as he tore back out of those delightful mouths, precum exploding over the large, beautiful breasts as he pulled his twin members back until they smacked brutally into Anahel's head, pushing the puny cuckold way from Savannah's gaping sex, sending the horse falling on his ass with a whimper of fear, looking up in awe as the great god slammed down to the hilt inside the two females, causing two terrifying deluges of precum that loudly gushed out of the gaping holes as they were spread savagely wide once more, a streak of blood leaking out as Killer fucked them with great, powerful thrusts that made them howl in delight, a new orgasm blasting out of them as the god snarled: "Beg for it, bitches! Louder, more convincing! You dirty little whores do not deserve the honor!"

"It's true... we don't... nobody deserves it... but you are mighty, glorious and generous!" Manticora shouted, before her voice shattered as he slammed deep down to the hilt and forcefully ground into their insides, gyrating his hips before tearing backwards, pummeling them with a savage, merciless rhythm, their breasts bouncing loudly on their chests. "Have mercy on us... we do our best... but you are too great, too strong, too powerful for any of us to properly serve!" Savannah howled, before breaking into a breathless, wordless shriek as she squirted out a huge jet of nectar right as the huge male tore loudly back out of them once more, grinning at the obscene noise of his fat, girthy cockheads ripping free, before plunging inside again. "Have mercy on us...!" Manticora begged, but she broke down again, orgasming violently, her hips bucking wildly out of control as the titan tore out again, watching the sheer intensity of her delirious release before smashing back inside, snarling like a feral beast as Anahel gaped in shock, still clinging to the camera and to the mobile phone even though his heart stopped whenever Killer's gigantic cocks tore out of the annihilated holes, revealing the terrifying gapes, the astonishing bleeding, the devastation of those pussies, as ropes of their guts were dragged out, spilling on the ground, pieces of their battered insides staining his cocks, the mammoth members dripping crimson fluid in streaks. "Have mercy... we need it... we crave it... we will die if you reject us.... Serving you is the only reason of our existence!" Manticora begged, and Savannah cried out: "Please, daddy, please, please, please... give it to me... I need it... this is why I live!"

The huge male speared them once more and leaned against the wall with a growl of dark delight, punching through marble and stone like it was paper, not even taking notice of it as he slammed to the hilt again, and again, and again, no longer holding back, feeling their hearts beating weakly, somewhere near his colossal cocks, and he grinned widely as he roared in pleasure, grinding his members against their ravaged insides, pinning both down against the cracked floor as they clawed into the marble and arched their backs, flexing their muscles as they braced as well as they could beneath his weight, his power, shuddering and kicking lightly at the air, their eyes bulging wide and their voices rising to the sky the first huge blast of the liger's seed erupted inside them. It was a veritable deluge, and much of the thick essence soon spurted with cannon-like force out of the stretched-out pussies, leaking out around the huge male's girth as he continued to pound rapidly in and out of them, the massive, monstrous shafts striking deep inside them, squelching audibly, bulging their chests outwards from within, their ribs stretching outwards and cracking loudly before his second, enormous load flooded them, and they howled in disbelief, eyes rolling up in their heads as he ruthlessly pummeled them with his massive cocks, bones loudly crumbling as he forced himself in to the hilt, stretching their bodies out of shape and snarling like a beast as large wounds opened in the muscular abdomens of both females, before Savannah gargled as several of her own ribs tore through her flesh as his terrifying girth brutally reshaped her insides.

"Stop, stop, don't...! Please...! You'll destroy them...!" Anahel desperately cried, but Killer only grinned savagely, bearing down with his full, savage strength as thick cum began to burst out of the wounds in their swollen bodies, then erupted out of even of their mouths and nostrils, both mother and daughter gargling and choking on the thick sperm while the gigantic shafts tore through their insides, impaling them, sending blood exploding out of their maws as the huge male unleashed load after colossal load, his immense testicles flexing and throbbing powerfully between his legs. Anahel shrieked in denial, then desperately turned towards Kimera, his eyes bulging as he shrieked: "Stop him... stop him... save them... save your sister! Save my daughter!"

The muscular zebra glared down at him with distaste, snarling as he dared to disturb them, to interfere with the awe of the moment, before she smashed one heavy hoof between his shoulders, knocking him down to the floor and settling her heavy, metallic hoof over his fragile skull, pinning him in place on a floor by now literally flooded with a deluge of thick sperm. "Shut the fuck up, bitch, and keep those cameras aimed at the action." Kimera ordered, twisting her hoof slowly upon his head, grinding his face into the thick cum, against the unforgiving marble, while her chest heaved with her breath, with her eager panting, with her disbelief, with the movements of her hand as she hungrily played with herself, sticking her fingers up into her black-fleshed folds, sending her nectar washing down all over the horse as she hungrily hissed: "You are not just a sissy bitch, you are also blind. Can't you see that he creates even through destruction...? Can't you see his slaves turning into goddesses?"

Killer's orgasm went on and on, enormous load following enormous load as his gigantic balls slammed viciously against the perfect, firm buttocks of Savannah and Manticora, making their bodies bounce with every hard slap as their ass cheeks burned red, bruised and marked by his powerful presence as he ravaged their bodies, as he snarled hungrily and pistoned powerfully back and forth as blast after blast of thick, almighty cum filled them up, the wounds in their strong bodies spreading wider as their organs trembled and shuddered and flexed as they were savagely fucked, thrust out of place, crushed outwards painfully, against the ribs, some bone somewhere shattering loudly and Killer growling in dark delight at the sound, Anahel staring in terror and disbelief as the huge male's body seemed to grow even larger, looming even greater over them all, energy crackling loudly around him, lightning bolts of raw power running down his arms as reality visibly trembled and shattered around him, the very air trembling as his body flexed and his muscles bulged, enormous and radiating terrible physical strength, causing the Arkangel to curl up on the floor with a shriek of anguish, of desperate envy and sheer panic.

Savannah hugged herself as her body nearly split apart, her own blood soaking her strong arms before she tremblingly reached up to stroke his broad, mighty chest, smearing long crimson marks across it, before Manticora rubbed her blood all over his face, offering her palms to his thick, hungry tongue as his eyes burned with pleasure and dominance. "I'm yours, my Master, my God, my Only." Manticora whispered, and Savannah hungrily worded the same promise, adding: "... my Daddy!"

Energy crackled around them even as the blood continued to spurt out of their wounds, their strength growing instead of decreasing, their ecstasy growing ever greater as power pumped within their veins, their bodies burning with pleasure and with new, incredible force, their muscles flexing and bulging, swelling larger and stronger as their height increased, their teeth growing longer and sharper, becoming fangs as their eyes glowed with supernatural, invincible energy. Their hooves became terrifying weapons, heavier than words could describe, their surface hardening, becoming impossibly solid, Savannah's hooves turning ivory but inserted with swirling flames and tribal symbols of solidified light, glowing brighter and more precious than gold could ever dream to be, while Manticora's ones were completely made of that incredible material, looking like gold but far harder, yet looking almost liquid at times, like some kind of ultra-heated magma existing in two states of matter at once, solid and liquid, cold and incandescent. Cruel conical spikes pushed out of the front of her hooves next, and Anahel trembled in a mix of fear and lust as letters burned brightly in the underside of her massive hooves, the engraved letters smoldering lightly once the writing was complete, spelling: "Goodbye, bugs" under the left one and "Not sorry, vermin" under the right. It was cruel, it was arrogant, and yet it felt so right, and filled his mind with images of screaming, whimpering enemies trying to run away from the murderous shadow of her descending hoof, his ears filling somehow with the sick crunch of millions of tiny lives being extinguished with the laziest of steps, before he gaped as glowing letters appeared under Savannah's hooves as well, as they kicked wildly at the air while she howled deliriously: "Yes, Master, yes, daddy, yes!" The smoldering letters composed a merciless mocking phrase, separated in two: "I like the sound" on the left, "of your end" on the right. Anahel tried to imagine the power those hooves had, the strength, the pressure they could apply as the mighty legs of either female bulged with massive, chorded muscles, glorious thighs standing out in full definition as energy crackled around them, distorting reality like air in a hot summer day, while their bones became metallic, made of the same impossible, supernatural alloy of the hooves, while their insides shifted and changed, rearranging themselves to make more room, however tight, for his gigantic cock and for his sperm, as their battered organs were restored and modified, changing shape and fitting inside a fully enclosed case of golden bone-metal, protected and invulnerable. Massive, glorious horns of the same golden alloy pushed out of their skulls, their fangs gritting as they hissed in absolute bliss, their nectar squirting out of them in great fountains, mixing with his oceans of potent cum, while Savannah's horns grew tall before bending backwards slightly, like those of an antelope, while Manticora's ones grew thicker, heavier and curved forwards in bull fashion, making her grin viciously as she flexed muscles that felt simply crammed full with raw power, reality around her cracking audibly as she felt like pulverizing a planet between the tip of two fingers, veins pumping in her biceps as she bucked hard up against the huge male's fast, savage thrusts instead, crying out in delirious ecstasy.

"Ohhh, father... we are so coming for you... we'll crush you like the maggot you are..." Kimera commented, smirking viciously as waves of pure power washed over her, while her sister became not just a goddess, but something more. A force that made most goddesses of the past pale and fall away to dust in comparison, and yet she was pinned and helpless, bleeding and shuddering and spasming under the hard pistons of the huge male's massive, monstrous cocks, her belly bulging enormously out of shape even as cum continued to gush out of her ruined hole and more of it burst out of her mouth, her nostrils, pushing painfully out of even her ears as she choked on the dense, thick stuff and on the immense sperms crammed in it.

Seed burst out around his thick girths as he rammed into her again, again, again, each blast lasting for countless moments, and each enormous blast followed by another, even greater one as he growled hungrily, his muscles bulging, his body radiating tremendous power as mother and daughter cried in ecstasy and awe beneath him, their bodies burning with passion, their hips bucking and their backs arching as they did all they could to grind hungrily into his form, before Manticora grinned widely and seized Savannah by one horn, yanking her head hard to the side and wrapping her lips over hers, kissing her hungrily, biting into her maw, invading her throat with a tongue that had warped, growing into a long, prehensile, thick demonic appendage, forked and incredibly agile. Savannah loudly choked at the sudden invasion, but leaned eagerly into the kiss and fought back, finding that her tongue had turned into a weapon just as powerful, sparkles flying between their eyes as they gazed at each other while their tongues viciously wrestled for dominance, even as his thick cum exploded out of their throats and into each other's maws, thick rivulets of it leaking and spurting out between their lips as they seized into each other's cheeks and nuzzled, worked greedily together, sharing his taste, his powerful essence.

"Holy fuck!" Kimera exclaimed, grinning widely as she watched the hungry kiss, licking her lips at all the thick, potent cum that exploded out of their mouths and fired in large ropes out of their nostrils, caking each other's face in an incredible display of his power, until Killer roughly seized her and Echidna by the back of the heads and shoved them hard forwards with a snarl and a flex of his enormous arms, both females falling down on the floor and only eagerly rolling over, huddling close to Manticora and Savannah and opening their mouths, stretching out their tongues and greedily, loudly sucking in the air made thick and rich by the potent scent of his virility. Mother and daughter broke their kiss, cum bursting down all over their huge breasts before they closed their mouths, their cheeks bulging out with his massive load as they turned around, Savannah smirking at Echidna and Manticora seizing her larger sister by the throat before unleashing a huge load of cum all over her tongue and into her eager mouth.

Anahel trembled violently, shaken by a mix of envy, delight, fear, horror, disbelief, as he pointed the cameras at the females that hungrily, greedily shared the ungodly, enormous loads of cum, sucking up sperms that were four times bigger than what was left of his dick. His mind couldn't quite understand the glory of what he was seeing, and he stared dreamily as Killer finally moved back and tore his two goliath cocks out of the two females, causing a literal deluge of cum to explode out of the gaping holes... and yet he wasn't done, and two cannon-like jets of sperm erupted out of his shafts and splattered all over the four beautiful females, drenching them, soaking them, and yet he had more, and more, the titan stroking his huge shafts and pumping out blast after blast after blast.

It took countless minutes for his release to slow down, and his last few blasts shot "only" ten feet ahead of him but just because they were extra dense and heavy, the thick cum slamming loudly over bodies and marble, leaving the four females completely drenched in his mighty load, all four hugging together and smearing handfuls of seed all over their already soaked bodies.

"I swear, I want to see you jerk off in Typhon's face and drown the little bitch in your cum." Echidna said, grinning widely before licking the cum off each of her fingers, one by one. Kimera licked her lips at that, letting out a low growl of agreement, before pushing herself up, rolling over on all fours and pushing her ass upwards, swaying her hips sensually from side to side, putting her black-fleshed sex on display for Killer, her labia blossomed out hungrily and already leaking not just with her juices, but with all the thick cum that drenched her and that she had eagerly pushed inside her passage, mouthful by mouthful. The beautiful female looked up at Killer from over her muscular shoulder, arching her back and letting out a moan of impatient need, her eyes glowing as she teased: "Come on, Master... take me. Fuck me. Claim me. You kept the best sister as icing on the cake, I'm telling you..."

"You bitch." Manticora grumbled, but she was smiling in entertainment, sprawled in a huge lake of cum and idly blowing bubbles in the thick essence covering her muzzle, her chest heaving and her heart still racing as she tried to normalize her breathing, her legs still spasming violently as an endless waterfall of sperm gushed out of her gaping hole. Savannah was just as spent and just as happy, resting her head on her mother's chest and panting blissfully as she leisurely reached down with one hand to try and stem the flow of cum leaking out of her devastated vagina.

Echidna crawled forwards as well, her eyes burning with lust as she gazed sensually up at the huge male, licking her lips as he leisurely stroked his gigantic shafts, gazing down at them with easy dominance and full confidence in his astounding virility. "Moreover, you have me, too..." Echidna purred, licking the monstrous, fat heads of his shafts before pulling up her hand, showing the large ring that Typhon had put on her finger so many years before. "The wife of your cowardly enemy... the best of prizes. To the winner go the spoils... and I'm so very happy to be a spoil..." She grinned widely, pulling her ring off her finger and holding it up in front of the camera and mobile phone that Anahel tremblingly pointed at her. "Such a complete, great, glorious, handsome victor deserves every worship and praise. This ring... is my first tribute to you. All I own is yours... but you already know that. Everything is yours. You own us all... you just let us fantasize for a while, before showing us the reality."

She held out her hand, offering the precious, heavy ring of platinum and gemstones, but Killer only tilted his head to the side with an amused smirk, his cock throbbing powerfully and his vast cumslit flexing. "Put that little toy inside. It has no value...let it be destroyed."

The goddess hissed in shock and awe at his calm order, gaping as she gazed at the huge cumslit as it clenched again... and a wide grin spread on her features as she murred in delight, bringing the jewel up to the vast hole. "Oh, you are fuckin' incredible..." She easily pushed the ring inside, and slid her whole, long finger in to push it down deep, until the goliath cock throbbed hard and swallowed the metal piece, a weak groan coming from it as it was crushed out of shape with barely a grunt from the dark god, who closed his eyes with a grin and rapidly pumped his immense member. The large ring was swallowed away with such complete ease that Echidna shuddered violently in awe and then kissed the monstrous head, showing true reverence to its size and might. Echidna retreated slowly, never breaking eye contact with him, her hips swaying sensually until she bumped into Kimera's ass, and the zebra let out a little moan of entertainment and pleasure, immediately pushing back as they ground their soaked pussies together, their inner thighs coated with their juices, their labia kissing wetly, audibly, as both females threw their heads backwards, smiling in delight. "Yes, how fitting... that giant, fearsome weapon of male power, destroying the weak mark of Typhon...while nothing and no one will ever be able to erase your own mark from our stretched-out holes."

"Real males don't need rings to mark their girls..." Killer easily replied, before grinning as he added: "Besides, I prefer collars." Echidna licked her lips at that, then stood slowly up, grinding her ass back against Kimera as long as she could, before sitting down on her daughter's buttocks, the zebra easily spreading her muscular legs and supporting her weight without any effort. Echidna slowly laid down on her daughter's strong back, while Kimera's very particular and very alive tail, the massive sand-colored cobra, twisted out of the way with a quiet hiss, rearing up and watching as the goddess pulled her legs up, scissoring them open and revealing her hungry, eager pussy. Echidna pulled up her strong arm and tickled under the snake's chin with one finger, smiling softly as the cobra enjoyed the little attention before sliding its long, smooth body over her abs, pushing up between her breasts and teasingly wrapping around one of the huge swells, squeezing into it tightly.

"Sure you do... it must have something to do with the girth of your cock. With a cock that thick... a cock-ring and a collar are the same size." Echidna playfully observed, leisurely patting the cobra on the head as it ground gently into her chest, its long, thin tongue flicking against one exposed nipple, tickling it enough to gain a little sigh from the dragoness.

Killer snorted in entertainment and went down to his knees behind the two females, smirking as Manticora and Savannah immediately dragged themselves over until their heads were right beneath the dripping holes, just as the huge male guided his massive, rounded heads against the two tight passages, slowly pumping out a massive chunk of thick, slick precum all over the two pussies. Manticora and Savannah, laying on their backs, couldn't help but stare hungrily at that, grinning at the awareness that just that load of pre was enough to impregnate all the females of the world at least twice, their eyes burning with lust as the huge male ground the heads of his members against the welcoming labia, spreading the white stuff further, while they used their new, demonic tongues to sloppily, lovingly prepare Kimera's sex for the incoming invasion. "You are trembling, 'best sister'..." Manticora teased, reaching up to grip into Kimera's hips while lapping gently over the soaked folds, tasting Killer's potent essence and filling her eyes with the sight of the ridiculously massive cock, hard and veiny, girthy and immense, powerful and unstoppable, streaked crimson with blood and gore, arrogant in its omnipotence, as it just kept ruining female after female, conquering, corrupting, dominating, enslaving.

Kimera grunted, not denying the shudders that rattled her form as she felt the gigantic, round head of his cock grinding teasingly into her folds, making her moan as she clawed into the floor, scarring the marble, digging into it as her muscles flexed and bulged, her chest heaving with her rough breathing... and then she jerked her head hard upwards, eyes bulging as she stared straight ahead, drool flying from her maws as she let out a shriek of pain and triumph that mixed with Echidna's own shriek as the great god seized her by the hips and yanked her back to meet his powerful shove, forcing the amazingly-hard, terribly-gigantic, monumental cocks inside them, burying just the fat, enormous heads into their holes and causing both females to jolt as if electro-shocked as their tight passages were stretched out and torn apart beyond reason and recognition. "Watch it, Typhon! Watch it and cry!" Echidna snarled, looking down at her groin to see it stretching, to see it gape, to see juices and blood spurting out around the titan's girth, enamored with the powerful, brutal sight and eagerly reaching down to grasp into the titanic shaft, stroking and pumping it as she bucked her hips against him and growled: "Just the head... and every memory of you is already in tatters!" Kimera grinned viciously at that, nodding in agreement as she courageously rocked her body back to help the great member sink a bit deeper into her tight passage, the immense girth forcing her hole to gape spectacularly wide, and she added: "Oh, father... I'm tempted to let you fuck me one last time when we finally dig you out of your hiding hole... Just to see your face when your little dick gets lost in the deep, dark cave he is smashing into me."

The huge male closed his eyes with a little growl of entertainment at their comments, leaning over them so he could bite lightly into one of Kimera's superb breasts, his tongue gently flicking the hard nipple before he suckled on it, making her moan blissfully as she reached up to ruffle his mane and stroke down the sides of his neck and face, while his hands gripped Kimera's own prodigious boobs, the intense pleasure contorting his features into a snarling grin of bestial lust as he slammed his hips forwards again to burrow deeper into them, pulverizing their passages even further with his tremendous girth. Manticora and Savannah hungrily played with each other's sex, pushing their fingers into the gaping, sore holes and murring in delight as they sunk into oceans of thick, potent cum that was still almost steaming hot, swarming with gigantic sperms that mercilessly sought out female eggs to devour. They were savage predators in their own right, very different from normal - they couldn't help but replace normal with lesser - seeds. Lesser sperms were tiny compared to the female eggs they desperately tried to penetrate, and most failed to even reach the egg. Killer's sperms never failed, and absolutely dwarfed the poor, defenceless eggs, devouring them whole. They moved impatiently, roughly, full of vigor and strength, and that had both females hugging their own bellies with moans of pained delight, squeezing on the great bulges to send more of the stuff gushing out, while their tongues dragged slowly over the underside of his huge shaft and over the stretched-out, battered lips of Kimera's sex as it was ripped apart, the liger gyrating his hips with a hungry growl and throwing his head back with a wide grin at the loud screams that followed, both tight passages squeezing and clenching desperately around his hard meat as he screwed his immense lengths deeper and deeper inside them.

Savannah idly thought about her past, wondering if she had ever been "innocent" at some point in her life, while hungrily licking up the blood that was streaking down Kimera's powerful thighs from her obliterated pussy, fully aware that she was supposed to be horrified and scared but instead loving every second. Every hard shudder, every taste of blood and omnipotent virility, every lick up his prodigious shaft, every cry of agony coming from Kimera and Echidna, every broken sob of her naked, humiliated, collared father, every bestial snarl coming from the dark god as he slammed his immense shafts deeper inside his slaves. She was tasting blood with every lick up the quivering black lips of the obliterated sex and Kimera was crying; her very own little sex had been devastated and she was crammed full of his semen, a slave to his whims. It was dark, it was cruel, it was excessive and should have sent her running away in terror, but instead she loved every second, every infinitesimal fraction of that massacre, and she wanted it to continue, to be her new life, the only life she truly wanted. She thought of her ex boyfriends and occasional mates, and she couldn't help but laugh at how weak and inadequate they now appeared to her eyes, and she found herself wishing to put them all on leashes, just like she did with her father, and force them to watch her slutty holes being truly dominated, used, abused. She reached up with a hiss of craving, and seized forcefully into Kimera's sides, clawing into her muscular form, her hands touching Killer's larger and stronger ones as she helped him steady the muscular zebra, her biceps bulging with the effort of holding her in place even as the larger female shuddered violently and skidded forwards on the marble floor, collapsing down on her arms with a howl of agony and bliss, pain and triumph as the immense cock tore deeper inside her, bulging outwards her strong, chiseled abdomen. Manticora's and Savannah's muzzles worked lovingly against the devastated pussy, their tongues and lips lovingly playing with the stretched-out labia and with one another even as they felt the blood dripping into their mouths and over their faces, rivulets of crimson rolling down their cheeks and chins as they took long, slow, adoring laps at the ruined hole and admiring the male's power as he forced his way inside, his mighty thrusts ripping and tearing and bulldozing their passages to smash them open insanely wide.

Foot after foot of dark meat, harder than diamond, speared deep inside the two females as Killer thrust powerfully forwards, wrapping his lips over Echidna's mouth and kissing her hungrily, his large tongue invading her throat and pinning hers down as he buried half of his immensities into them, before leaning down into their shuddering forms as he drove forwards even harder and yanked their bodies backwards, impaling them with savage force and eliciting loud howls as his medial rings smashed their ways inside, and Savannah bucked her hips with a cry of utter joy as rivers of blood and nectars and fluids cascaded down from the annihilated holes while the titan immediately shoved forwards again and gyrated his hips, screwing another two feet of goliath cock inside either passage, his muscles flexing and bulging in intense delight, his eyes glowing with lust as he clearly felt the eager licks and little kisses and long, greedy sucking of Manticora and Savannah on his shaft and on Kimera's ravaged sex.

"Fuck... yeah... fuck... me!" Kimera snarled, valiantly bucking hard back against him, impaling herself eagerly on the immense shaft even as she bit into her muscular forearm to half-suffocate a new shriek as he slowly rotated his hips again, grinding his enormous shaft into the stretched-out walls of her torn-apart passage before ripping his immense cock out of both females, murring in delight at the sight of their ruined holes weakly flexing but unable to close up, blood streaking out of them and tears leaking down their muzzles as they panted hard, almost sobbing, legs spasming violently and muscles bulging explosively as their passages clenched in the hopeless attempt of closing again. "Holy shit..." Echidna breathed out, closing her eyes with a long, breathless moan that rose in tone almost into a scream when the god teasingly slapped his heavy, monumental cocks down over her sore, gaping, bleeding entrance, the goliath shaft striking her abs with loud, meaty thwacks that sent shivers up her spine. "What came before this was not sex... it was just a lie, a prank pulled by little boys... weak children... maggots..."

"Weak, useless, puny creatures unworthy of us and who should not be allowed to call themselves 'males'." Kimera added, sighing in delirious bliss as the mighty cock slid down to her gaping hole, pushing inside once more and easily forcing her walls to retreat and lose the little ground they had gained, her body trembling as he spread his legs a bit wider and slammed savagely forwards once more, blood splattering all over his abs as he leaned his massive, muscular form over them, squeezing Echidna between his rock-hard chest and the strong back of Manticora, crushing her between two mountains of solid muscle as he roughly groped into Kimera's boobs, showing her huge swells no mercy as he pinched her large black nipples and worked the glorious bust in his hands, ramming home a new thrust and growling in delight at the sheer tightness of the two females.

"I'm kind of grateful to the little sissy... he weaned you into skilled, hungry sluts for me, while leaving you tight as virgins." Killer teased, and Kimera snorted in amusement, observing: "All females are virgins to you. Nothing can prepare us for this..." She hissed in delight and pain, crossing her mighty arms on the floor, fingers digging deep into the solid marble as she leaned her chin over her wrist and closed her eyes with a cry of bliss, feeling the giant male burrowing even deeper inside her with a loud, obscene squelching sound that made him grunt in pleasure, before he slammed forwards again and his heavy, formidable testicles smashed into her thighs like wrecking balls, causing her whole body to bounce, with the exception of the huge breasts that were still trapped in his rough, adoring grip. "Holy... fuck!" Echidna howled, and Kimera only cried out through gritted fangs as mother and daughter were wrecked by a simultaneous, powerful orgasm, their juices washing down along the sides of the immense black cocks of the male and the pressure building up as only little squirts managed to explode out around his fearsome girth, the giant male only grinning in delight and pushing back against their climax, tearing his massive members deeper inside them, snarling hungrily as their bones loudly creaked and blood leaking out in a steady flow as something loudly tore within them, followed by viciously loud and nasty squelching sounds as he hilted into them with a last savage shove, Kimera arching her back violently and throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling without really seeing it, only able to feel the enormous member spearing through her, her abdomen bulging out in an obscene display, drool and blood flying from her maw as she shrieked and trembled hard. Echidna howled even louder as Kimera's back arched and pushed her up, her chest bulging painfully outwards and several ribs loudly snapping like twigs as the steel-hard obsidian shaft refused to bend, instead stretching her out of shape like she was nothing but a cheap condom, her body squished between Kimera's hard back and the huge male's powerful chest as he leaned down over them and wrapped his arms around Kimera's chest, effortlessly hefting her higher just so he could tear his gigantic shafts backwards.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Savannah cried lustfully out, wide eyed at the sight of the gargantuan shafts ripping out of the ruined holes, cascades of nectar and blood and precum gushing out around them as he snarled and grunted in bestial delight, before silencing Echidna's shriek by kissing her again, his thick tongue beating hers into submission and raping its way down her throat, making her moan in delirious bliss, her eyes rolling up in her skull.

"M-make it... make it stop..." Anahel sobbed, but Killer only roared in delight at his pathetic prayer, his eyes glowing sapphire and burning with lust as he tasted blood, fear, delight, need, his tongue rolling over Echidna's cheeks to collect her tears while his cock ripped further back out, dragging out crushed ropes of their guts, sending pulped gore splattering onto Savannah... and the corrupt angel eagerly chewed on the raw meat, slurping up the vile deluge of mixed fluids that ran down her face in steady flows from the trembling, ravaged holes above. Manticora leaned up with ravenous hunger, wrapping her lips over the bottom of the destroyed vagina and loudly slurped the juice out of the gaping hole while her hands reached up to fondle and cradle the immense testicles of the huge male, squeezing into the prodigious orbs and exploiting the moment to roll onto the sperm-flooded floor until her own gaping sex was right beneath Kimera, her muscular legs spread wide.

"I'm merely getting started, bitch." Killer announced, and Anahel whimpered pathetically but didn't dare to say a word, only listening to the screams as they changed from agony tinged with pleasure to ecstasy laced with pain, the two females moaning out of control as the liger began to piston back and forth, the immense cocks plunging deep inside them with every hard shove of his hips, squelching loudly whenever he hilted, producing wet, obscene sounds that just couldn't be described, sounds that became even more astonishing when the thick cocks tore their ways backwards; and on top of it all, his titanic balls smacked into firm buttocks and muscular thighs and into the faces of Savannah and Manticora with savage force, banging loudly against their lips and features and against the firm asscheeks, beating a tattoo that was hypnotic, fast, hard, brutal, loud, echoing in the hall and speaking of power and dominance, intimidating all who heard it.

Killer steadily built up the rhythm and power of his thrusts, moving his huge meat back and forth while his hands continued to play with Kimera's breasts, squeezing and rolling and bruising the glorious swells while his demonic tongue pushed deep into Echidna's throat, reaching down enough that he could literally lick his own cock inside of her, the prehensile tongue all but wrapping a few times around the top of the immense shaft as it reamed its way inside the goddess's chest, her ribs creaking and pushing visibly against her scales from the inside with how brutally his girth stretched her out while he slammed home a long series of short but incredibly fast pistons, his precum exploding into both females and gushing up out of their mouths and nostrils, so that he tasted his own astounding virility in the kiss and ended up coated richly in his own seed.

His power was amazing, his endurance astonishing, and the two females could nothing but take the full, delicious punishment as he pistoned his members back and forth, stronger and faster and more unstoppable than any machine, his expert movements sending them over the edge again and again and again, their juices deluging out of them whenever he gyrated his hips, making them scream extra loud, making their bodies flex with energy and lust and need as they shrieked with every hard shove of his members inside their poor, ravaged passages.

Kimera collapsed forwards with a happy groan when he relaxed his hold on her breasts, and her muzzle landed right on her sister's abs and groin, her nostrils flaring slightly as she sniffed the rich scent of Killer's cum and Manticora's nectars, and she eagerly nuzzled into the thick white batter, pushing out her tongue and flicking it against her sister's torn and sore lips. Manticora gave a loud moan of approval and bucked her hips gently up against her face, biting her lower lip as Kimera took her clit in her mouth and suckled quietly on it, her tongue darting teasingly back and forth over the tender, sensitive flesh before the larger zebra pushed her muzzle downwards a little further and slurped up a mouthful of thick cum, drinking it out of the gaping hole.

"Oh, yes, sister... just like that..." Manticora blissfully breathed, before grinning mischievously as she pulled her powerful legs up, just enough to squeeze Kimera's head between her bulging, mighty thighs, keeping her pinned in place, her muzzle sinking deeper into the gaping vagina and her tongue loudly lapping up thick loads of cum, slurping lovingly over the torn, battered walls of Manticora's passage. Killer licked his lips at the sight and leaned down over the two females with even greater hunger, reaching down with one hand and gripping the back of Kimera's skull, shoving her face all the harder into Manticora's needy sex, while moving his enormous cock faster and faster in and out of the once-tight, ravaged holes, his other arm wrapping around Echidna's shoulders and pulling her up against his muscular form, her lips planting gentle kisses all over his broad chest while his jaws gritted, hips slamming his obsidian shafts hard in and out, sending juices splattering out in every direction as his pleasure grew, fire and raw energy pumping in his veins as his musculature flexed out of sheer excessive vigor and pure bliss.

Energy crackled around him and radiated off him in burning waves of pure power, while some of his godlike essence passed on into Kimera and Echidna, beginning to change the shape of their bodies, as Kimera's hooves changed into the same otherworldly golden metal as Manticora's, with the difference that the spikes on hers were pyramidal. On the underside of each hoof, incandescent, crimson energy glowed into being and engraved letters into the solid metal, composing the words "World Crusher" and the cruel message "Good Riddance" aimed at the powerless beings caught under her steps.

Massive horns pushed out of her skull, arching forwards in bull fashion, like Manticora's, but a moment later a second pair of horns pushed out of her mighty neck, behind the others, and they stretched up tall. Her musculature, already imposing, bulged larger and stronger, the mighty chords of muscle hardening even further as her height increased, bringing her closer to Killer's twenty-plus feet, her eyes glowing sapphire and burning with great, incredible energy as she flexed and let out a roar of delight, her tongue becoming demonic and forked, her teeth turning into the fangs of a great predator while the insides of her body were rearranged to give her sexual capabilities that made Succubus and Passions envious. Her bones became metallic and unbreakable, her organs were protected by thick, solid bone-armor, and she hissed in delight as she felt her strength increasing exponentially,

Echidna's changes were more limited, but her tongue thickened and enlarged, while keeping the length, the forked end, its incredible nimbleness, and her insides shifted to make more room for Killer's massive cock, but he did not want to turn her into a true Disciple: he didn't know her well enough, and didn't trust her enough to truly take her into the family. Her own daughters were still on the fence about her, because their past together had not been easy, not even warm. She had been a victim of Typhon herself, but she hadn't tried as hard as she could have to support and stick together with her daughters, and not Manticora, nor Kimera could forget it. She was there as a slave, and her body changed and gained strength only where it needed it to serve as a better toy for his amusement. Echidna was well aware of the fact, and accepted it serenely, looking up at him with nothing but gratitude and servitude, closing her eyes with a sigh of bliss and pushing her forehead against his massive chest, kissing his hard muscles and then licking teasingly at one nipple while her hands stroked down his rippling abs, as she whispered: "Thank you, great God, thank you, thank you, thank you... I won't disappoint you, Master. I will serve you forever, if you just allow it."

"I demand it, little bitch..." The huge male easily replied, grinning in dark amusement as his tongue roughly tore out of her throat, licking teasingly up the side of her muzzle as his thick precum continued to blast up through her gullet and gush out of her lips and nostrils as his immense obsidian member slammed all the way up to her chest, crushing her heart painfully against the cracked ribs, violent shivers rattling her body as she stared fawningly at him, crying out weakly as he rotated his hips and ground his enormous girth against her insides, growling in pleasure as he felt her heart beating unevenly right against his steel-hard flesh, the poor organ struggling to pump as it was squished by the goliath invader. "Will you be a good little whore for me, huh...? A cumdump? A urinal? A piece of meat eager to be used and abused?"

"I'm your whore. Your slave. Your toy. Your urinal. Your cheap meat to abuse and devour... Oh, fuck, yes, I'll be a cheap whore-cunt, the most eager of slaves... order, and it shall be done. Want me to lay down before you and be the carpet under each step you move from now on...? I'll gladly be that for you." Echidna breathed, closing her eyes in a mix of agony and bliss, shuddering helplessly in his grip as her hips bucked weakly while her nectars cascaded down along the sides of his immense cock yet once more. "I'll be whatever you want me to be... and even licking your piss off a dirty floor will beat a billion times over being Typhon's queen." The goddess grinned widely at that, throwing her head back to stare up at one of the cameras as she used the last of her energies to eagerly impale herself even harder on his gigantic cock, screaming: "Being your slave-whore is what I crave, what I deserve, what I was born for!"

"Good..." Killer simply commented, his enormous cocks moving faster and faster, harder and harder in and out of them, his fingers digging deep into Echidna's soft neck as he seized her by the throat, his jaws gritted in a ferocious grin of pleasure as he pummeled them with his hard shafts, the immense members throbbing powerfully and stiffening even further, swelling even larger as his orgasm mounted, a burning inferno of delight and pure power pumping in his veins as he pounded them with savage force, crushing Kimera's muzzle deep inside Manticora's gaping sex and laughing darkly as he heard the female coughing and spluttering, choking, almost drowning in the deep well filled with his potent sperm.

Echidna let out a howl of agony and ecstasy as the sheer energy radiating out of his hand burned into the flesh of her neck, melting her steely scales like they were made of snow, consuming the tender meat beneath as her throat smoldered, before a cruel, heavy collar of silvery metal took rapidly shape out of solidified energy, forming rows of entangled barbed wire, some of the spikes digging right into her flesh, before a flowing rivulet of incandescent liquid metal moved like a snake over the front of her throat, forming the word "cumdump", and finally cooled and solidified.

"Yes, master, yes, god, yes... oh, thank you, thank you so much..." Echidna breathlessly said, even as tiny rivulets of blood rolled down her neck from the cruel spines, but the pain only added to her masochistic delight, made her love him even more, and she eagerly moved one hand to her abdomen, just beneath her huge breasts, showing him one of her sharp claws before she dug it with savage strength into her own flesh, letting out a little cry and then panting as she tore letter after letter into her own body, forming the phrase "slave meat" across her torso. Killer grinned in approval of her willing sacrifice, suckling her claw clean from her blood when she offered it to him, before she let out another loud cry as his energy burned into the tender meat of her groin, just above her ruined vagina, and letters burned themselves forever into her scales and flesh, announcing: "Alpha Seed Inside". "Yes, yes, yes! I want it... I want it... fill me up with your seed, and I will give birth to more daughters for you... cunts that I will raise so that they know their only purpose is to worship you and serve you. I'll feed them with your cum, sate their thirst with your piss, and grow them into good, graceful, skilled slaves... into more whore-cunts and breeding holes for you to use!" Echidna howled, and Savannah let out a cry of amazement and bliss at that, her hips bucking with a squirt of her nectar as her eyes burned with spectacular hunger and intensity as she purred: "We all will..."

Manticora and Kimera groaned in agreement, their muzzles busy tending to each other's sex, and Killer felt his pleasure go over the edge on that eager, slutty promise of servitude, his back arching and his muscles bulging explosively as he let out a roar of triumph and pure sexual bliss, ramming home an endless succession of fast, harsh thrusts into the two females, crushing them down under his massive form as they screamed again, bucking their hips back as best they could and losing themselves in the moment, as their once-tight passages clenched hard around the goliath girths, trying to milk them for their precious load, the two immense shafts harder than diamonds and glorious in their godlike girth and endless nearly-one hundred-and-forty inches length. Savannah and Manticora squeezed into his massive balls just as he released his first blast, and he grunted in pleasure, giving an extra hard thrust as the viscous, dense semen flooded the two females and much of it squelched and squirted out around his pummeling girths as he tore in and out of the battered holes, the thick cum raining down all over the two zebras between Kimera's legs. Again, again, again, again and again he released huge load after huge load inside the shrieking females, and it was an eternity of bliss for all of them, countless minutes passing before he finally began to slow his thrusts, flexing his mighty form in delight and then gyrating his hips, causing Kimera and Echidna to let out broken, awed cries as they slumped down in blissful exhaustion, their legs spasming and shuddering uncontrollably and their ruined holes clenching hard, yet ineffectively with how wide they were stretched-out... and he tore his immense members back, withdrawing from their depths and sending huge, ungodly volumes of his cum following, to cascade loudly down onto Manticora's and Savannah's faces, the two females coughing under the flood, spluttering for a moment even as they eagerly continued to swallow as much of the thick stuff as they could, while the huge male stood up tall and pumped his last enormous ropes of cum all over the four of them, drenching them once more in his masculine essence.

When it finally ended, the four females collapsed onto the cum-drenched floor and stared fuzzily up at him, moaning quietly as he grinned in easy dominance, leisurely stroking immense cocks that arrogantly demanded more worship, even as their hands slowly traveled up and down their bodies, smearing his thick semen all over their forms, eyes filled with tears but glowing nonetheless with lust, bliss and adoration, even as Kimera and Echidna still spasmed and shuddered, their obliterated vaginas flexing weakly as they attempted to close up. "Come here, sissy-boy, you are on clean-up duty." Kimera called after rolling over onto her back, beckoning a finger towards Anahel while sitting up a little and spreading her long legs, grinning to herself as she leisurely caressed the bulging, mighty muscles of her thighs, admiring her larger, stronger, enhanced body and savoring the feeling of omnipotence pumping in her veins. She paid no attention to the broken, sobbing Arkangel as he crawled meekly forwards to tend to his duties of cuckold, and instead clenched one hand closed in a fist, snickering as terrible energy crackled around her arm as her bicep bulged explosively and suddenly any and everything she could think of seemed laughably easy, even completely obliterating one entire world... and at that thought, reality trembled violently around her and the marble floor cracked audibly, fragments of the lucid stone floating up around her as a lightning bold of raw energy, exploding out of her form, caught into Anahel's chain leash and zapped him, sending him collapsing onto the floor with a loud yelp of agony. Kimera laughed at that, but immediately relaxed her mighty arm and reined in her energies, smirking as the poor horse continued to tremble, rattled by crackles of energy as he meekly pushed up to all fours again. "Ops...! You are a bit too fragile to stick around goddesses, it seems..."

"D-don't send me away, I beg you..." Anahel immediately countered, his masochistic lusts speaking before his mind could even begin to consider risks and opportunities, his tongue worshipfully dragging up along the underside of one of her huge hooves, making the golden metal shine all the brighter with his drool. "I... I live to serve you... no matter the risks. I'm unworthy, but... please, don't chase me away...". Kimera only shrugged, having granted him too much attention already, her eyes moving back to Killer's great twin cocks as the god stepped forwards with a grin, announcing: "I'm in the mood for some ass, next..."

Manticora and Kimera traded a look at that, grinning as they rapidly took position in front of him, with Manticora on top, pushing pussy to pussy with her sister and reaching back to seize into her buttocks, spreading them wide for him as she teased: "Mine first, then... you bastard, you put a collar on even my mother before giving me mine. Come on, don't make me beg for it..."

But beg she did, loudly and slavishly, as he took them all, two at a time, again and again, hungry, unstoppable, ferociously powerful, showing their poor little holes no mercy, pounding them for hours on end, spilling their juices again and again in astonishing waterfalls, his energies seemingly infinite, no, more than that, seeming to only grow greater with every savage pounding he gave them. He took them in every possible and imaginable position, repeatedly left them bloody and fucked to within a mere inch of their lives before moving on to the next girl to give them time for their bodies to regenerate and heal. They moved onto Savannah's bedroom, where he fucked her again, making her howl in ecstasy while she torn apart every little memento of her past boyfriends, laughing of what at the time had impressed her about them, now seeing that they never were studs, stallions, big boys. They were just losers who looked a bit better than the average. If she ever had possessed any genuine innocence, he fucked it all into pieces along with her once-tight holes, while her orgasm juices and his cum desecrated the photos and mementos of her past as he rammed her up against the walls, slammed her down into the bed, fucked her in the standing position, letting pearly nectar spray everywhere... and then they moved into Manticora's and Anahel's bedroom, and their marital bed was conquered, desecrated, destroyed, left a mess of thick cum and nectar that no magic could have ever cleaned up and restored. Anahel watched it all happening, his mind crumbling into dust in front of such displays; his body weakening even further; his virility vanishing away as he cried in the shadow of Killer's immense form, before literally falling unconscious for a long while when Kimera spread her legs for a fearsome, mind-blowing, devastating double penetration, with Killer lining one immense black cock with her pussy and one with her ass, filling her up obscenely, insanely, bloating her whole body out of shape as he seized into her thighs and hefted her up and down along the titanic, bloodied shafts, standing up tall and ramming home thrust after thrust after thrust while the other three licked up blood and juices from his titanic balls... before he laughed darkly and allowed his massive tentacles to come to light, terrifying Anahel into another faint just as he awakened from the first, his eyes going wide at the demonic vision of Killer savagely triple-penetrating all four girls at once, his arms crossed on his chest, his back lazily leaning against the wall and a wide grin on his features as Kimera valiantly attempted to bounce up and down the two pillars of black meat speared up inside her while sucking a large, massive, veiny, potent tentacle while the other three girls were completely swarmed over by other massive, titanic black-fleshed appendages coiled all around their forms, buried deep into their mouths, impaled up their poor holes, moving with terrifying speed and power as thick juices splattered everywhere.

From then onwards, Anahel had trouble thinking straight and could only go from moments of black out to others in which, barely conscious, he witnessed with awe the power and grandiosity of the lewd spectacle in front of him. Killer barely acknowledged his existence at that point, easily keeping his mobile phone and the mini-camera floating in midair with his psychic powers, since the cuckold couldn't even be trusted with that simple task at that point... Anahel lived the following many hours only in flashes, most of which involved the hypnotic, intimidating sight of Killer's obsidian cock tearing in and out of viciously stretched folds, including a particularly terrifying sight of two tentacles pistoning at once inside Savannah's ruined black-fleshed pussy, while a third pummeled her bloodied tailhole and a fourth fucked her face with stunning force, transforming every cry and shriek into obscene gurgling noises as cum, nectar and blood rained thickly all over the powerless body of Anahel, curled up fearfully in the shadow of Killer's swinging, heavy, colossal testicles. For some kind of miracle, he was also awake to see Killer shaping the collars that marked the girls forever as his Disciples: Savannah received a thick choker of black leather, inserted with golden flames and small figures locked in wrestling matches and fights, with edges of gold and a roaring lion head clasp at the front, with a prominent ring in its open jaws. It could clearly be used to put her on a leash, and the thought stung him with violent force... but for the moment, it only held up a couple of silvery dog tags with her name on one and "Property of Killer" on the other.

Kimera's and Manticora's heavy collars were made entirely of metal: golden, solidified light forming the outer structure and silvery steel for the body of the choker, with magma glowing crimson within many decorative fissures shaped like flames, tribal symbols and fighting angels caught in the act of swinging swords or shooting arrows. Both had lion head clasps at the front and, under them, crimson letters spelled the word "Punisher" on Manticora's and "Crusher" on Kimera's.

"You have taken your revenge on your father... You have been deliciously nasty and merciless." Killer had said, grinning as the three females touched their new jewels and symbols with love and awe. "Your thunderous hooves will be my weapons of revenge and punishment in the future, as well. You are the Punishers, the bringers of Doom, my weapons of mass destruction. In my name, you will punish my enemies and those who dare opposing my will. You are my vengeance given form, the prophets of my rage, the heralds that bring my sentence upon the world."

And so it was. They had bowed their heads, kissed him and thanked him. The goddesses of vengeance had been born.

Finally, the night of the fourth day, the new goddesses were just too sore and exhausted to take any more, and Killer gave them his mercy, grinning and licking his lips at his utter triumph as he created a new throne out of thin air and sprawled comfortably in it, hugging a swollen, very pregnant Savannah to his chest and resting his titanic balls on Echidna's face, the goddess licking and kissing the mighty orbs without needing any order or encouragement, while Manticora and Kimera, huddled up against his sides in the enormous chaise-longue, lovingly stroked his goliath shafts as both gigantic members refused to quit, throbbing with spectacular vigor still and fully ready for even more, towering up tall from his groin even as he calmly ate a rich dinner, fed to him plate by plate by his new Disciples, all too eager to serve.

In contrast to his arrogant, insatiable power, Anahel had lost every last bit of malehood and had literally turned into a female, an attractive mare with sizeable breasts and long, slender legs. The Arkangel was unable to do anything to resist the transformation and his mind was too broken and overwhelmed to really register the enormity of what was happening. He only whimpered a bit when his four mighty angel wings burst into black, unholy flames and rapidly fell away to ashes and dust, but he otherwise serenely accepted his fate... indeed, the new mare showed a lot of enthusiasm for her new life, and couldn't help but leak greedy juice that streaked down her legs all the way to the ground. The fallen monarch had been given a slutty maid outfit that would have given blushes even to seasoned porn stars, and she had eagerly slipped into the ridiculously short mini-skirt, the fishnets, the revealing corset that pushed up her new, firm breasts. Anahel was gone forever, his maleness lost without leaving a single sigh: Killer's fearsome virility had just absorbed what little energy the Arkangel had, and the mighty dark god hadn't even noticed it. It made all the difference of drinking a glass of water, merely restoring some liquids, or perhaps making up for the light sheen of sweat on Killer's great form.

Anahel chose a new name, Rave, to begin a new life, one of total submission and completely slavery. The name, as well as the juice shining in rivulets down her legs made all too clear just how enamored of Killer's immense strength she was, and the dark god was entertained enough by that shameless admission that he made sure to break Rave in for good: mouth, pussy, ass, he demolished all three, leaving the ex-Arkangel more dead than alive but otherwise delirious with ecstasy.

Even that had not been enough, and Killer had called Pamela inside the estate and he had watched with a smirk as she eagerly undid the clasps and belts of her heavy armour, sensually stripping off the plates and the dark leather to reveal her mighty, splendid body, before she had spun around and pushed her perfect ass up and out, swaying her hips teasingly from side to side as she bent elegantly forwards and gripped her own ankles, looking invertedly up at him with eyes that burned with craving. The huge male fucked her against a wall until it crumbled and she fell sprawling upon the huge table of the dining room, which ended up broken as well as the liger continued to pound her with merciless force. He was pleasured by her in any possible way, and when she was completely spent Manticora and Kimera had recovered enough to have another few rounds of their own, and then Savannah courageously offered her body for another savage pounding... So that when it finally ended, there were no words to describe what had happened, and very few, if any, that could make any justice to the scene within the estate, where mighty, thick seed was splattered everywhere, plastering walls, flooding floors, raining down from the ceilings. Female nectar drenched most of the furniture and added to the thick coating of fluids on the floor, as did blood, spilled in scary amounts throughout the area. There were claw marks and true trenches and burrows in the marble floors where the fingers of goddesses had dug in search of something solid to brace against, and entire walls and countless pieces of furniture had been shattered and left as piles of ruins. Pregnant, swollen, sore and exhausted maidens lay in heaps from one end of the estate to the other and Killer towered in the middle, surrounded by blissfully exhausted, worn-out goddesses as he relaxed in an enormous chaise longue, his muscles bulging with godlike power, his form still thrumming with formidable energy and his twin cocks still semi-hard, still arrogantly looming over the females huddled up against his sides, his arousal still high with the heavenly pleasure still rolling through his veins, his forces still endless, his hunger ready to reveal itself once more, insatiable and unstoppable. He had troubles controlling himself, in fact, because Mriya and Elaine had entered the estate, replaced outside on guard duty by a blissful, worn-out Pamela, who wobbled visibly when walking out but tried hard to stay warlike and professional, leaning onto the pole of her hybrid spear-axe whenever she thought no one was observing her. Thick cum could be seen streaking down her inner thighs and over her heavily armoured boots, yet even so she looked the part, and there was no doubt that most enemies would not dare challenging her, not even while her knees trembled so much.

Mriya and Elaine were now curled up against his sides, their armor largely discarded and their spectacular breasts covered only by simple t-shirts that, if possible, only made their prodigious breasts look even larger, even more proud and tall on their muscular chests. They were holding true to the unspoken rules of their "game" and they did not ask their father for their turn over his cock... at least, not with words. Their gazes, made even more wicked by the veil of innocence they faked so well, told him all he needed to know, and the way they eagerly hugged each one of his arms, pushing their forms against his, pulling one leg up to rub it over his thigh, their knees pushing lightly into his gigantic balls, completed the message with eloquence. Despite his best efforts, there was no way for his cocks to get flaccid while the two stunningly beautiful virgins whispered soft words of affection into his ears, stroking over his broad chest and idly playing with long bangs of his mane. No amount of previous sex could make him blind to their prodigious beauty: the daughter of Alexis and the daughter of Alcana could only be spectacular, and they had gotten the best of their mother's attributes. They could drain the balls of lesser males just with one gaze, and they had an indescribable mastery of the arts of female seduction: every movement was graceful, smooth, sensual and could leave him staring and salivating. And they had great care of their bodies: they weren't just graced with splendid features and attributes, but they worked out to build up their strength, their confidence and the statuesque perfection of their body. They were delightful to see, and having them so close, feeling their heat and their affection, their lust and their desire, barely hidden under a teasing veil of fake innocence, was driving him wild with desire. They knew it well, and he could see the grin in their eyes as they gazed at him with the conviction that they'd had him before long... he would not leave that comfortable throne without taking them as well.

"It looks like Typhon won't show up..." Killer calmly observed, making a grimace of disgust in the direction of one of the cameras half-hidden in the coffered ceiling, the little red light still glowing, the objective still trailed on him. "Disappointing. I have a very low opinion of him, but I still thought he would react."

"He probably tripped out and is senselessly killing every one of his minions that doesn't have the common sense to stay out of the way for the next while." Echidna calmly countered, opening one eye and smiling at him with adoration, but still too short on energies to do much more.

"Perhaps you didn't tease him enough yet, huh, daddy...?" Mriya teased, and she squeezed her arm a big tighter against her breasts, nuzzling into his massive bicep and looking up at him from behind a bang of golden hair, with an expression so Alexis-like that he couldn't help but smile warmly.

"The show was plenty good... but you could easily add even more to it." Elaine added, while her finger slowly traced idle drawings over his mighty chest, her eyes burning sapphire, framed on one side by her long, flowing mane of white hair, before her black lips touched his massive shoulder, kissing him with reverence. There was an implicit invite in their words, clearer and bolder than ever before, and it sent a jolt of pleasure and hunger running down his spine, his cock giving a mighty throb and leaking a large globe of precum, and he saw a flash of delight in both Mriya's and Elaine's eyes before both splendid females leaned over and opened their mouths, hungrily, greedily, tongues pushing out slightly...

And then the mood suddenly changed, Echidna's eyes snapping open and both Mriya and Elaine lashing out one arm towards the pieces of their armors, summoning the heavy plates and turning to glare at the double doors of the estate while they locked in place over their bodies, as Killer straightened and flexed his massive muscles out of the shot of adrenaline he got from the awareness that battle was about to break out.

"Not Typhon." Manticora grunted, and Kimera let out a snort of agreement, loaded both with displeasure and with urgency. She would have preferred by far to get her chance of revenge against her father, but instead they were faced with a much more dangerous and completely alien energy signature.

"No idea who the fuck he is, but he is dangerous." Echidna warned sitting up, and Savannah nodded silently, gritting her fangs and pushing up to her hooves with a tremble, muscles flexing and her black-fleshed sex clenching with a spasm of her legs and groin, still trying to close up and still leaking massive ropes of thick semen.

"It was bound to happen, sooner or later... caught literally with my pants down." Killer muttered, half-amused and half-irritated, but Elaine only smirked and asked: "Seriously, are you telling me it is the first time...? It so can't be!"

Killer blinked and frowned, thinking for a moment about it, and then grunted in agreement, admitting: "Okay, it actually happened pretty often in my life."

"Ought to advantage us. When he sees your cock, the shock will leave him dumb and motionless for a while as he looks from base to head. Takes a while." Manticora amusedly said, picking up her twin Kukri blades and easily spinning them, while Kimera grabbed the pole of her monstrous twin-headed axe and effortlessly swung the heavy weapon up, gripping into the solid, steel-reinforced pole with both hands. Their hands trembled visibly and thick semen slowly streaked down them, but as they rolled their shoulders and flexed their bulky, massive musculature they looked fearsome nonetheless as they made their way towards the door leading out into the vast gardens of the estate. A sinister dancing light came in through the windows, together with a tremendous heat as flames roared almost deafeningly all around the palace. The enemy, whoever he was, had apparently set alight not just the plants and trees of the gardens but the whole infernal jungle of tentacle-like vines, immense trees and thorny shrubs that had grown out of that land fecundated by Killer's terrible vitality and his godlike virility. Immense roots and branches had smashed even thought the walls, tearing into the estate as the jungle almost swallowed the entire palace, and now everything was burning, the flames seeming to reach all the way up to the sky and radiating supernatural, impossible heat, glowing with crimson energy while the enormous green "tentacles" writhed and whip-lashed back and forth in a mix of rage and agony, the trees making such noise that they sounded like they were screaming. Elaine sprinted ahead of all others, then spun around and leaned her back against the wall, pulling her monstrous auto-shotgun up against her chest as she carefully spied out of the window, seeking a sign of the force they were up against. Killer couldn't help but smile a little in front of her professionalism: even being a goddess, she had been trained in the arts of fighting in a tactically wise and prudent way, like a mortal, and that experience immediately surfaced in situations of danger. She often grumbled about it, cursing herself for what she at times considered "embarrassing mortal stuff", but Killer thought that it actually helped. It tuned down arrogance, it generated prudence and quick thinking, and it sharpened the senses and the instincts. He did not want his daughter to just charge headlong into danger, propelled by complete confidence in her godlike durability, strength and regeneration. That is what I do... and one dumb berserker is enough. Elaine was a firearms specialist: she designed and built them as well as used them in ways that at times could make even Alexis envious. The "auto-shotgun" was actually a monstrous grenade machine launcher fed by massive drums of grenades as large as beer cans. Some had HE filling, some were armor piercing, some were filled with shrapnel that worked exactly like a shotgun... just, at far greater scale and with monstrously greater devastation resulting from it.

Mriya took position at the window on the other side of the double doors, two massive handguns as powerful as cannons, held at the ready, her eyes glowing sapphire even in the crimson-stained darkness, a snort of contempt coming from her lips as she glared at a burning tentacle of vines that had smashed through the wall nearby and was noisily writhing from side to side. One look was enough to incinerate it for good, and it fell silently away in motes of white ashes, before the goddess hissed: "Nothing in sight here."

"All clear." Elaine confirmed from the other side, and Manticora kicked the heavy doors wide open, rushing outside and taking position to the left while Kimera took the right, chopping another burning vine in two with an easy swing of her axe. Dark crimson flames filled their vision in every direction for miles and miles, the whole jungle burning, and Pamela was nowhere to be seen, while the immense, malicious energy signature of whoever was attacking them seemed to come from every direction at once, making it impossible to prepare. Killer followed them outside with a grunt of discomfort, back to having a single massive shaft but dealing with it still reluctantly going soft, the huge semi pushing arrogantly against the groin plate of his black armor and the end of the immense cock dangling visibly past its extremity as he shouldered Wyvern and made a grimace at the sight of the inferno surrounding them. He looked towards Echidna, who was by far the most ancient and expert of the group, but the goddess shook her head slightly and muttered: "Not someone I know. I have no idea where he might come from... But whatever and whoever he is, he is terribly strong."

Killer nodded in agreement and turned his attention back to the immense jungle born out of his seed and energies, aiming to take control of the great trees to find the intruder, but there was no answer at first, and when he gritted his fangs and tried harder, he winced and recoiled as pain exploded in his head, blood bursting out of his nostrils as his psychic force was forced back against him, a tremendous shockwave of energy slamming into his chest and nearly knocking him over as electricity crackled all around him, causing his muscles to flex and spasm out of control. "Fucking hell...!" He cursed, snorting steam out of his nostrils as he pushed back against the terrible force, shrugging it off and already knowing what was coming as all the massive plants and vine-tentacles reared up to loom over them with a sort of collective, terrifying roar of anguish and fury, the entire jungle suddenly turning against its creator even as it continued to burn. The ground beneath their feet rattled violently before exploding upwards as thousands and thousands of thorny roots shot up against them, immediately catching fire as they emerged from the deep but only getting angrier and more aggressive because of it, as the estate behind them groaned audibly, the building loudly cracking and breaking before the front wall burst apart in a massive explosion of shrapnel as gigantic mutant trees and branches and roots whip-lashed through, while the east wing of the palace was literally uprooted out of the ground by the growing plants, before the walls and floors crumbled and it all collapsed away to a pile of ruins, the fire consuming everything that might still have any hint of value.

"Savannah, get your father and the maidens out of there, quick!" Killer ordered, and the young zebra nodded and rushed back up the stairs, grabbing Rave by the wrist and dragging her around as she rushed into the group of maidens that had managed to stand back up to their trembling legs. She teleported away with all of them, just before another of the gigantic, prehensile plants slammed down through the roof of the palace and gutted the whole west wing, tearing all the way down into the foundations and leaving behind only sections of the outer walls, like ghastly cardboard sceneries.

Killer swung Wyvern from side to side, chopping into pieces the countless flaming tentacles whipping against him, but every fragment throbbed disgustingly before exploding, throwing out splashes of acid green poison that burned into his flesh and sizzled against his armor, before a gigantic plant bent on its side and slashed its goliath trunk down to slap him into the ground like a fly, forcing him to stab his enormous sword into the tree, his muscles bulging as he pushed back with all his strength and at the same time threw himself back and to the side, uprooting the plant and sending it crashing lifelessly to the side. It immediately writhed like a dying serpent, swelling up rapidly, and he made a grimace of disgust, turning his back to the tree and trying to reach a safe distance, at the same time letting a icy fog surround him to solidify into a protective wall just as the plant exploded with a terrifying blast, projecting waves of poison all around. The shield of ice disintegrated with the force of the shockwave, but the sharp fragments became droplets of warm water before hitting the god's back, and when he turned around he snarled and flexed, eyes glowing sapphire as the same water became a cold, icy fog once more, spreading out over the burning jungle and freezing it solid, even the supernatural flames turning into sculptures of ice, before he stomped one mighty foot into the ground... only to grunt in shock and surprise he sunk deep inside gunky quicksand, the solid ground beneath him suddenly turning into a trap and his energies somehow going completely to waste before the ice exploded into tiny droplets and fragments, releasing the whole might of the mutant jungle which immediately attacked again with a vengeance.

"What the hell did just happen...?" Killer muttered, before gritting his fangs in a snarl as he deployed his wings and tore out of the pit that was trying to swallow him whole, even as thorny tentacles slashed violently into his black wings, tearing even through the diamond-hard blade-feathers and into the flesh and muscle beneath, making him grunt in pain even as he caught a spike-like branch before it could stab right through his chest, cracking it like a twig and tossing it away.

Elaine breathed a blade of white-hot dragon fire as green vines and mutant plants lunged against her, but even her incandescent flames were unable to consume the tentacles, forcing her to move backwards until she bumped into Mriya's back. She heard Mriya's massive handguns blasting out round after round in the night, and she grinned savagely as she pulled up her auto-shotgun, her muscles flexing with satisfaction and true pleasure at the mighty recoil as it blasted out shot after shot, sending clouds of enormous pellets tearing through branches, vines, leaves, thorns, creating a rain of minced green stuff all around her. A huge tree walked against her moving on slithering, writhing tangles of thorny roots and swinging heavy, colossal arms armoured with grotesque plates of steel-hard bark, and the young goddess easily avoided the first assault, she and Mriya sprinting in the opposite directions and then kicking their way up the trunk of two other plants, breaking them in half like twigs and leaping backwards to face their target... but right in that moment, when they squeezed the triggers of their weapons, they all jammed, before the rounds exploded in the chambers, making them grunt in surprise and pain. "What are the chances...?" Elaine angrily snarled while they landed in matching crouches, side by side, and Mriya's eyes narrowed coldly as she muttered: "Zero. That wasn't normal... someone is making fun of us, somehow."

"I so hate that kind of crap..." Elaine growled, tossing her damaged rifle to the side and drawing out her heavy cleaver sword instead, slashing it against a gigantic hammer-like branch as it rushed down from the sky, chopping through it like it was made of butter, before Mriya sprinted forwards and kicked into the trunk of the mutant plant with enough force to disintegrate it in a hailstorm of small fragments.

Immediately, another mutant plant erupted out of the ground and split into multiple thorny tentacles that whip-lashed down around her and worked to take her in the middle, but Mriya spun and twisted her way between their swings and then snatched two of the green appendages and yanked hard on them, uprooting the tree and roaring as she slashed it through the air around her, beginning to spin on the spot, faster and faster, grinning as poison splattered everywhere and pieces of steely bark and pieces of broken vines filled the air around her as she literally mowed down a large area of the jungle, until the tentacles in her hands tore and shattered into pieces, sending what was left of the trunk shooting through the forest like a missile, disintegrating several other plants.

Elaine fired focused blasts of white-hot fire into the plants that crept up on her from all sides, and even though the fire didn't consume them, the spears of flame smashed through trunks and branches like projectiles, and when Killer once more froze a large section of the jungle stiff, she immediately followed up with a strike that sent dozens of the plants exploding into cold rain. Manticora charged right into another stretch of frozen jungle, snarling and flexing her massive muscles as she rammed her shoulder through a gigantic tree and shattered it into shrapnel of ice, her hooves kicking and smashing through frozen tentacles of entangled vines and breaking them into countless slivers like they were made of brittle glass, before an enormous appendage made of several flexible branches entangled together whip-lashed against her with vicious force. She parried the blow with her powerful arms, grunting as she skidded backwards several feet but otherwise undamaged, before the tentacle coiled all around her waist and hefted her off the ground, squeezing with monstrous force to crush her, but failing to as she only grinned gamely and flexed against the appendage, stabbing her twin kukris into the stone-solid vines and tearing them apart The remains of the tentacle yanked hard backwards to try and escape that punishment, but Manticora held on to the handles of her daggers, stabbing them deep into the appendage and allowing herself to be pulled up higher and higher into the sky, until she tore her blades out and leapt down onto the top of the mutant tree, driving her knives into the trunk, all the way down to the handles, using her body weight to slide downwards, slicing the tree from top to bottom even as it trashed and howled in agony.

The enormous tree split apart and collapsed lifelessly just as she landed, crushing a tangle of thorny vines under her deadly hooves and immediately slashing her blades out to cut through several more as they attempted to wrap around her, and then she lashed up a tremendous kick into another large tree, sending the whole immense creature falling towards Kimera just in time for her huge axe to hack right through the trunk, severing it with surgical precision, the goddess laughing and seizing a large tentacle in her other hand, crushing it until it exploded in a green paste that streaked down her arm, her muscles bulging as she swung her massive weapon with fearsome ease, her strength easily pushing the blade through even the thickest of trees.

They tore their way through the jungle, hacking down the wild, ferocious and warped forest and shattering it into bits while trying to locate the immense energy they could feel burning in the air, but the enemy seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once, and the mutant plants made far too much and too loud noise to hear anything. Pamela was nowhere to be seen and Killer was getting increasingly worried about it, his body flexing with power and rage and anxiety and his eyes burning sapphire as energy crackled violently around him, with enough force to incinerate everything in a wide radius as he suddenly grew in height and mass, his muscles bulging even greater and thrumming with fearsome physical strength as he towered above the forest now, his roar rattling the Heavens as he slashed Wyvern out and chopped down most of the jungle in that single swing, cutting down mutant trees like corn with a scythe, his other hand seizing a tangle of writhing tentacle-like trees and uprooting them like mere blades of grass. The jungle attempted to take him down by tangling around his ankles, but he snorted in contempt and just walked onwards, uprooting the trees and snapping their trunks like they were frail biscuits, slashing down Wyvern once more and deeply scarring the valley, the blade tearing into the mountains as it razed everything down, leaving behind only an arid wasteland, his gaze darting from side to side as he sought Pamela, his fears increasing with every passing moment as he found no sign of her, before he snarled furiously: "Reveal yourself, vermin!"

"The enormous brute flexed and roared: 'Reveal yourself, vermin!', but the hero only snickered, because all brutes are equal. All muscles and no brains make them laughable rivals. He could not expect that the angry forest would explode..." An unknown voice mocked him, sounding loud and clear across the entire region as it told a story, making Killer frown in a mix of surprise and irritation before the last few words made him grit his fangs in alarm, just as what was left of the jungle bent inwards and wrapped around his legs before exploding in a massive blast of fire and green acid, making him hiss in pain as he stumbled and nearly fell down to one knee. "... and then the earth would open to swallow the evil monster into a pit of vengeful fire that even his powers would not be able to tame." The voice continued, and Killer's eyes widened in shock as a ripple of terrible power went through the Third Sky, and the dark, rocky mountains exploded into gravel, solid ground under his feet cracking loudly and shifting as it sunk into a surging sea of incandescent magma, making him roar in pain as the liquid fire enveloped his armoured boots and began to drag him under, burning his flesh in instants even as he tried to take control of the flames. The ruins of the Estate became nothing more than an island floating over a vast ocean of magma that glowed a sinister, bloody crimson in the night, the horizon completely reshaped in a matter of instants, and Killer gritted his fangs as he pulled himself up with a mighty beat of his gigantic wings, before setting foot on a solid platform of solid energy that Echidna, with quick instincts, had summoned.

"The great monster was strong, but dumb and limited. The power of a god comes especially from the mind, and he was nothing but a puny mortal given great power. He simply did not know what to do with it." The mysterious, silken voice continued to mock, speaking exactly like he was telling a fairy tale to a group of delighted children, and Killer snarled in fury and humiliation and, horribly, the feeling that what the enemy was saying was sadly quite accurate. Echidna was the only ancient goddess in the group and unsurprisingly had been the only one with the right idea in mind, in the right timeframe.

"The huge monster began to see the truth, realizing that all his great strength was worth little against the power of a real god, and immediately his worries were proven right as his body shrunk back down, losing the mass and might he did not deserve..." The tale continued, and Killer looked at his hands in horror as he rapidly began to shrink down, feeling an immense amount of energy sapped out of him, locked away out of reach as he stumbled backwards with a grunt, blood leaking out of his nostrils and mouth, back to his normal height and staring in confusion in Mriya's and Elaine's worried and disbelieving gazes.

"Don't let him get into your mind, Master!" Echidna warned, stepping up in front of him and pulling her hands up, purple energy glowing around them as she shielded him from the malignant energies that pulsed in the air around them. "You can resist him, you hear me? Don't allow his words to trick you!"

"Another of the demon's whores, a dragoness of ancient wisdom, stepped in to help him, but her words rang hollow, and a well thrown spear pierced her heart." The voice announced, and Echidna closed her eyes and made a rapid gesture with her fingers, her purple energy spreading to her chest just as a massive spear appeared, piercing her from side to side and making Killer stare in horror... before the two halves of the spear fell down to the ground with a metallic clang, one ahead and one behind her, while the middle section, that should have pierced her flesh and her organs, simply vanished in a flash of purple, leaving her undamaged. "The dragoness countered the assault with a swift use of her godly abilities, showing that she alone had the brains to be a divinity, but she was doomed to fail anyway, because her opponent was far stronger. Just like the tigress whore, she was going to end up bloodied on the floor."

There was a loud crackle of terrible energy after the new words of the invisible enemy, but this time they were all ready and they deflected the lightning bolts away from their bodies, their hands glowing with their own unique energies, before they were left staring in shock as Pamela's body fell from the sky and crashed into the platform right before Killer, her eyes filled with tears, her body covered in wounds and streaked with her own blood as a huge, terrible number of arrows and broken spears pierced her form from side to side, while cruel stitches held her mouth shut and live serpents were coiled around her wrists and ankles, imprisoning her.

Immediately, Mriya and Elaine stepped ahead of her, protecting their captain with their bodies, and Killer went down to his knee, taking her muzzle in his hands and focusing his energies through his palms, to help her body heal while the countless shafts sticking out of her form all burned down to the ashes that were blown away by the wind. "Hold on, Pam. Hold on. It'll be alright... it'll be alright... I promise it will..."

He touched the metal string crudely stitching her bloodied lips together and they immediately burned away to dust, her eyes glowing with gratitude as her hands squeezed into his wrist. "I'm sorry. It's the second time I fail you..."

"You never failed me." Killer firmly replied, helping her to her feet even as the mysterious enemy said something else that he did not understand, and Mriya was knocked backwards with a grunt of pain, her eyes burning with rage as she backstepped and slammed her arms up into invisible but terribly powerful blows that smashed into her from all sides. "He... I didn't see him. I felt his energy, all of a sudden, and then he started talking, and things just... happened. I could do nothing." Pamela hurriedly explained, groaning in pain and hugging her abdomen, blood streaking down her legs as she tremblingly closed one of the largest, ugliest wounds in her strong abs.

"The wounded demoness was astonished and confused: she had no idea how to stand up to the mighty hero, and her master was just as clueless. They realized that their future was one of doom, and the hero only had to choose who to slay first..." The voice continued, teasing them with cruel amusement, and Pamela arched her back with a groan of agony, blood flying from her jaws and her eyes bulging as a tremendous wave of solid energy struck her in the lower back, nearly breaking her in half... before she gritted her fangs with a snarl, her body burning with her own energies as she leaned into Killer and met his eyes again. "You have no idea who you are messing with!" The warrior female roared, stiffening her body and flexing her massive musculature, turning around and shoving back against the invisible force, slamming it away from her, electricity crackling along her arms as she panted harshly.

Elaine gave her a reassuring smile, standing slightly ahead of her, and Killer squeezed her shoulder with a smile full of affection and admiration for her courage, his own energies crackling loudly around him as he held Wyvern up, the wide flat of the blade acting like a shield that he smashed against each of the terrifying blows.

"The glorious hero smirked, pleased by the resistance put up by the alien demons, because there was no glory in an effortless victory. He had been sent to punish a bunch of traitorous whores, and he was going to enjoy every moment..." The voice teasingly announced, and as soon as it resumed pouring out words, the platform beneath Manticora and Kimera's hooves melted away as columns of liquid fire and magma shot through it, forcing the two zebras to leap sideways, grunting in surprise and trying to focus their senses to perceive the source of the next assault, before swinging their weapons up as the magma semi-solidified into a tangle of spiked tentacles that whip-lashed viciously down against them, just as more and more explosions of liquid fire shot up from beneath. Manticora snarled and leapt over one of the tentacles, wincing at the extreme heat coming from it even as she twisted around in midair to dodge another, before slamming her kukris into a third, the blades fortified by her godly energies and repealing the magma with a blinding explosion of light, instants before her six angel wings flashed into being, propelling her through the sky to avoid three ferocious explosions of magma that attempted to incinerate her. She gazed back over her shoulder and smirked at the sight of her wings, larger and stronger than they had ever been before and now made of countless ethereal feathers of black fire. She finally had her black wings. She finally was "corrupted", as the Righteous said, denouncing her and all other followers of Killer as warped, and demoniac beings. She spun in midair with a laugh of happiness and satisfaction, feeling that she finally was exactly who and what she wanted to be, and thinking that what the others thought and said had no importance whatsoever.

Kimera met her gaze with a wide grin of her own, her wings matching those of her sister as she spun around another tall column of magma, and the two females turned around to look down at the lake of magma, pushing their palms forwards and snarling as they used their energies to trap the fire in a forcefield of crackling electricity, their muscles bulging explosively as they roared and shoved the columns of fire back down. Echidna immediately exploited the moment and sent plates of steel growing over the breeches in the platform, before stiffening in place as she felt hostile energies coiling around her, and she pushed back against them as they solidified into dark stone that encased her. It shattered into gravel as she roared and flexed her muscles, stepping forwards and swinging her arms out to the side, slapping an invisible, massive axe-blade away from her, watching as it tore a glowing scar of molten metal in the platform.

She traded a look with Killer and Pamela, and the two rushed to her sides, protecting her from the following assaults while she closed her eyes and attempted to locate the enemy... it was extremely hard to perceive the flows of energy in the middle of that violent, loud chaos, but she finally caught a hint, a ripple of power in the distance just as another titanic axe pendulumed violently down against them, the blade slamming into Killer's sword timely raised in defence and bouncing back with a clap of thunder.

Echidna immediately focused her power and gave shape to a massive javelin of golden metal, tossing it hard in the direction of the fleeting energy spike... and she grinned as it struck against something, even though it bounced and dissolved.

"The glorious hero shrugged the impact off, easily deflecting the spear thrown at him, way too weak to even scratch his body. Immediately, he turned his attention against the cheap, unfaithful whore he had been sent to punish..." The voice coldly boomed in their ears, and Echidna gargled as a tremendous force clamped on her throat, hefting her off the ground and crushing her airways, invisible talons digging into her neck and sending blood spraying thickly out before her body turned to sand and fell away, the goddess reappearing a short distance away, only to grunt in pain as the terrible force smashed into her solid abs hard enough to send her crashing on her knees, eyes bulging and blood leaking out of her mouth, while invisible tentacles of the same malignant energy wrapped around her limbs, then her torso, squeezing hard enough to make her bones creak audibly.

"... the ancient goddess tried to teleport out of the hero's grip once more, but such paltry tricks were not worthy of his strength. She struggled and trashed against him, but it only made him laugh as he made her bones as frail as biscuits..." The voice continued to tell, and Echidna howled in agony as a ripple of energy burned its way through her form, and it seemed to turn her bones into nothing but sand, her eyes bulging as the force bearing down on her crushed her out of shape. "Echidna!" Killer screamed, seeing what was happening, and he immediately rushed towards her, but somehow tripped on his own feet and fell heavily down, grunting in shock and confusion more than pain, clawing his way back up while his ears filled with the laughter of their dangerous foe as he continued: "... the monster tried to stand up again, but in his panic, he tripped again and fell flat on his face...". And Killer was dragged down by a powerful, terrible force, barely managing to catch himself with one arm as something crushed his legs in a vice grip that made him snarl in pain even as he clawed his way forwards, fingers glowing golden as he clawed into the enemy's energies and ripped and tore them apart until she fell free onto the platform, releasing a breathless cry of agony even as her bones began to rapidly regenerate.

Killer shielded her with his body as a massive blast of force slammed viciously down from the sky, and he fell to all fours over her, gritting his fangs with the pain as all the muscles in his body spasmed, then flexed hard... and he forced himself up with a roar of fury, even as limbs trembled hard and pain cursed through his system, until he managed to slash Wyvern up into the crushing force, grabbing the flat of the blade with his other hand and pushing up with all of his strength until he managed to slash the heavy weapon out in a wide cut, breaking the flow of malignant energies and sending its own exploding out in a powerful shockwave. It slammed into something, but before Killer had a chance to gauge the damage it might have caused, the enemy snorted in contempt and began speaking once more, but a deafening, ungodly rumble covered all other sounds as the ocean of magma that the Third Sky had become suddenly exploded upwards, immense waves rising on every side like walls that reached all the way up to the sky, and they had enough time to look up in horror before they rushed down on them, closing like some kind of mouth ready to swallow them in a hot, dark inferno.

Killer instinctively shoved his hands outwards, his energies exploding out in a spherical shockwave that solidified into a cold, transparent barrier, and Echidna instinctively reinforced it by folding up the platform of dark steel, turning it into a spherical bunker around them, just before the magma slammed into it with indescribable violence, the heat immediately becoming unbearable as the two barriers groaned and creaked, while Killer and Echidna were pushed back to back, their muscles bulging and their teeth gritted with the effort of pushing back against that monstrous force.

The other goddesses rushed forwards to help, but before they could focus their energies, immense spikes of negative force and incandescent, molten metal shot through the barriers and stabbed deep into their safe bubble, and they had barely enough time to turn around and parry the monstrous assaults, using their strength and weapons to knock those immense spikes back.

"Your struggle is entertaining, but ultimately futile. You are nowhere near my level... I can break your bodies without even touching you, with just my thoughts. I can break your weapons..." The voice whispered in their ears, and Killer's eyes bulged in horror as Wyvern groaned almost like a living being, and then loudly cracked, large fissures opening in the thick blade and even in the Imprisonment Crystal, threatening to unleash the countless souls and great energies contained within.What the fuck is this guy...?

"... I can scar your beauty..." The enemy god teased, and Elaine and Mriya suddenly shrieked in pain as blood exploded out of their beautiful features, gashes tearing open across their abs, into their breasts, all over their faces, the two goddesses covering their eyes with their hands as they felt their eyes being viciously pulled out of their sockets.

"Don't let him get inside your minds! Don't let your energies be warped. You can resist!" Echidna urged, her body crackling with violet lightning as she focused her forces to protect herself, invisible blades savaging her body but only sending violet motes of energy flying all around her.

"... you can try to resist... But you cannot succeed." The enemy cheerfully commented, and Echidna shuddered violently before shutting her eyes, her limbs spasming out of control before she vomited blood and green, poisonous muck as her strength rapidly waned, and color drained from her face. The steel barrier around them groaned and dented violently inwards as she curled up on herself, trembling hard and struggling to resist. "I can make you sick. I can consume you with illness."

"What the hell is going on...?" Manticora snarled, hugging Mriya to her chest as the young ligeress snarled in pain and fury, wiping blood off her face and blinking to attempt and clear her vision, the pain causing her chest to heave with each rough breath, but her determination cold and steely as predicted the stabs of two of the great glowing metal spikes and angrily made a slapping gesture to send both disintegrating in countless tiny pieces, before shoving one hand forwards and roaring, her energies taking over from Echidna's and enlarging the safe bubble, smoothing out the metal around them even as the magma outside roared and viciously slammed into the barrier. Killer gritted his fangs with a snarl of pure rage, the sight of his daughters bloodied and suffering sending fire pumping in his veins as his body almost doubled in size, muscles bulging explosively as he shoved hard outwards, sending a ripple of pure power tearing through the ocean of magma and fire, breaking the incandescent prison. For a moment, they floated high above the completely annihilated third sky, while his tremendous force repealed the ocean of magma away from them, forming an absurd, astonishing dark pit surrounded by an angry sea of fire, but the hostile god only laughed, unimpressed by that display of raw power. "The great demon refused to admit his inferiority, and refused to accept defeat. But his great strength wasn't going to save him this time. The glorious hero smirked, as he always did in front of primitive beings who only understood brute strength. No matter how strong they might be, they would always lose in front of his power, that warps and reshapes reality, that erases and rewrites the rules... a power all must break before and worship. Absolute, glorious power that even the great demon secretly wants to worship. A force against which he can nothing... a force that melts him like the sun melts snow." The unknown monster chanted, and Killer growled in savage fury, wishing for nothing more than a way to strike out against him, before he shuddered as pain exploded inside his body, as if his organs were exploding within him. Echidna shouted something, but his ears were filled with echoing, confused, deafening noises that covered each other in a terrible cacophony. He blinked with a breathless grunt of agony, and realized with error that his eyesight was rapidly fading away, the images in his mind coming from the memory rather from the eyes, until it all turned crimson. He could see a couple of veins pumping violently, looking like they would burst in any moment, and he let out a roar of agony without hearing it, without even knowing if his voice could still be heard.

He opened and closed his eyes again and again, panicking at his sudden, complete blindness, but when he managed to make something out between the flashes of red, he immediately wished he hadn't, because he was Mriya and Elaine and the others on their knees or on all fours, agonizing in much the same way as him.

No... this cannot possibly be my end... I can't fail them like this...

Killer couldn't even tell in what position he was, his head pounding with agony and making it hard to even hear his thoughts as his strength rapidly vanished away, but somehow he felt one hand clutching into his shoulder, unnaturally warm, and he knew it was Echidna's. He saw a ghastly image of her face for a brief moment, and her voice echoed within him for a moment, and even though he couldn't hear it, he understood her nonetheless. You can resist.

He shut his eyes and summoned his energies, focusing them all together, gathering them in a single, potent core, allowing his body to shrink rapidly down to normal sizes and then thinking of nothing other than fortifying his soul and body, making himself impervious to whatever was destroying him from within... and the first thing that he clearly saw and heard in his mind was Alexis gazing straight into his eyes, urging: Don't let this bug play games with you. You are the Only. You are the Beast. You are the Emperor.

The pain began to recede, and his mind cleared somewhat, as if Alexis and Echidna together were working to keep the enemy out, to push back against his malignant energies, and the huge male managed to push himself up, his eyes opening and glowing sapphire, burning with tremendous, ferocious intensity, a hint of the extent of his terrible power as he slowly stood up to his feet, his hands glowing with golden energy as he shoved back against the malignant force... before gritting his fangs in a snarling grin as he began to let it flow through him, working to consume it.

Golden flames burst into being around him and ripples of raw power burst outwards through the sky, the pain making him roar but his voice taking on a note of victory as he used all that great force to heal himself, and his aura expanded the more he absorbed, the golden flames soon enveloping Mriya, Elaine, Echidna, Manticora and Kimera and helping them push back up to their feet as well, their eyes glowing with new power and new determination. "You... don't know... anything... about us!" Killer growled, finally able to perceive the source of the terrible, evil power, and he immediately shoved his hands hard towards it, projecting a beam of roaring, spiraling golden flames that smashed into something invisible yet very physical, blasting it backwards with a gigantic explosion.

"Well... that was unexpected..." The enemy said, his voice calm and amused as he somehow easily slapped the beam of force into useless motes of energy, leaving Killer panting hard, muscles bulging explosively with the effort and covered in sweat as he aimed a hand towards Wyvern, seizing the handle as the sword gladly floated up to reach him.

Reality trembled and then visibly warped in front of their eyes, the very air seeming to loudly tear apart and a large crimson wound opening into the night sky to reveal their unknown enemy. Killer stared up at him in a mix of surprise and fury, his rage growing as he saw how thin and slender, how physically unimpressive he was. The alien god was easily twenty-five feet tall, but so scrawny that he uncannily resembled an oversized scarecrow. He was clad in green armour from head to toe, his face completely hidden behind a fully enclosed helmet which was elongated at the back, giving its head the look of a cucumber, and there even was a long fleshy "tail" stretching out at the end, drooping down his back and ending in a small tuft of black hair.

The chest of the creature was tiny, and it looked even more ridiculously out of proportions thanks to a huge metallic neck ruff that hid the throat and extended to cover much of the shoulders. Similarly large cuffs made the long-fingered hands look even smaller than they really were, and Killer winced inwardly at the horrible baggy breeches shape of the armour covering the upper legs, which he would have never, never, never accepted to wear no matter how good the reward. The god had ridiculously long pointy shoes made of overlapping metal plates, and several thin tendril-tails that idly flailed behind him as he presumably sucked on the end of a large, colorful quill that he was pushing under his helmet, while hanging upside down in the sky, gazing down at them. A long scroll of parchment orbited around him in loose coils, and wrapped several times around his wrists and then around his waist, and for what Killer could see it was almost completely covered in countless lines of text written in tiny, beautiful flowing font.

"So... you have a unique ability to absorb everything that can make you stronger, it seems... even sickness and negative energy, hostile magic and other destructive forces only end up feeding your body." The mysterious god thoughtfully observed, and Killer felt his eyes piercing him right down to the soul, even though the helmet completely hid them. The alien divinity took note of the findings, his hand flying back and forth over the parchment with incredible speed and tracing the artistic, beautiful letters without any difficulty, faster than the eye could read them, until the creature paused again, tapping his temple with the quill and spinning to sit upright in midair, crossing his legs as he floated downwards to take a closer look at Killer. "That's not common, you know...? It is not even normal, in fact. That's a very handy ability to have... and as you might or might not know, a whole lot of people across the universes are looking for exactly this kind of thing." The god patronizingly observed, before his invisible face no doubt contorted into a grin of intense satisfaction as he spun around laughing, hugging himself and cheerfully shouting: "And I've found you! I've found my target! I've found what I need to become the supreme, absolute force of all the universes! I've found what that idiot lord Skyfall craves..."

"You are not going to get anything out of your discovery." Killer coldly countered, pulling up Wyvern and trying to ignore the ghastly, shocking sight of the cracks in the blade, that he still couldn't believe were true. How could Wyvern, of all things, ever break...? "You are just another underling to Typhon."

"Don't you dare wording such heresy!" The monster suddenly roared, straightening as he pointed the quill at him, trembling with fury. "Typhon. Ah! He is nothing but an idiot. So desperate to punish you and see you dead that he has been trying to hire other gods that could do the job for him. What a loser."

"Yet, you accepted the call." Manticora coldly hissed, and the alien god let out an inarticulate yell of rage, making a slapping gesture and causing the mighty, muscular female to turn sideways with a snarl of rage and pain, her cheek badly bruised. "How dare you opening your dirty, cum-guzzling mouth, you traitorous whore! Typhon might well think that he can control me, but he is a poor, deluded fool. I came here just because I like the place... because it looks like an entertaining conquest... and boy, am I ever glad I did! I found the key to true, absolute omnipotence, right here waiting for me!"

"If you want a name on your tombstone, tell me who you are." Killer coldly cut him short, and the alien stiffened and slowly turned towards him, as if about to break down into loud yells of unarticulated fury, but then he only clapped lightly instead, chuckling in entertainment as he exclaimed: "Magnificent, truly! So arrogant, so cocky and aggressive right to the very end, even while able to see your end fast approaching... Oh, you truly make for a good villain. I wish you were stronger, able to put up more of a fight, because I totally want to write a book about how I slay you. How the great, mighty hero takes down the mighty dark monster, and how he gets to become the true and only Master of All with his victory..." The god spun upside down once, hugging his belly as he cackled loudly, before no doubt grinning wide under the helmet as he added: "But I can let you know who I am. You do not deserve such honor, but I am sentimental, and I want you to know who is going to crush your puny existence into pieces. I'm Virgil of the Ravishing Poetry, composer, poet and novelist... although most tend to call me: The Writer."

"I bet most actually do not call you at all, obnoxious as you are." Mriya coldly teased, and Killer couldn't help but smile a bit in amusement and affection, loving how much she reminded him of her mother, Alexis. The poet turned towards her with a snarl, his godlike forces burning around him, and a suddenly explosion of raw energy surged from the metallic floor under the goddess's feet, as large "petals" of dark steel ripped loose and snapped upwards against her. This time her well developed sixth sense allowed her to see everything well in advance, and she only snorted in contempt as cruel spikes jutted out of the steel plates just before the trap dissolved into actual rose petals that slid sensually down her beautiful body. She grinned widely, her eyes glinting as she flexed her mighty arms, biceps bulging as she teased: "We can bend any kind of material... reality included."

Immediately, Elaine sprinted to the side and Manticora and Kimera ran along the platform to surround the enemy, and they charged in an all-out assault, Killer taking the front and leaping towards the writer, roaring as he swung Wyvern towards his thin waist.

Virgil didn't even bother moving, instead holding the quill between the tip of two fingers as he began to write rapidly, line after line of text covering the parchment at amazing speed, and reality around the god trembled violently before the very air seemed to become as hard as steel, a terrible force repealing Wyvern with a loud, violent clash. Killer hissed as he recoiled backwards, but immediately gripped into the barrier with his other hand, trying to absorb its energy, only to let out a growl of pain as a pulse of malignant force smashed into him and sent him crashing back down on the steel platform.

The same terrible force knocked backwards the others as well, and immediately a wave of magma and dark flames surged from the end of the platform and rushed towards them, while an immense cloud of javelins and spears took shape around Virgil before raining down on them with the fury of a hailstorm. They immediately kicked back up to their feet before the spears could pin them helplessly to the floor, and Killer swung Wyvern up with all of his force, slapping countless of the projectiles back, sending dozens spinning viciously towards the Writer, but the alien only laughed and wrote something else, and the solid steel darts became ungodly, enormous anacondas with metallic bodies that coiled hungrily around the liger, squeezing with ferocious strength. Mriya, Elaine and Pamela knocked back spear after spear, moving with the speed of lightning and the grace of dancers as they swung their weapons in the way of the enemy projectile, keeping open a passage for Echidna to rush through as the ancient goddess faced the incoming tsunami of magma, repealing it with a shield of powerful magic, before she roared and shot it forwards through the wave, turning the flaming inferno into nothing but water that rained down onto the platform without causing damage. In the same moment, Kimera used her huge axe to knock a cloud of spears out of course, then spun around and landed a chopping blow right into the mass of writhing super-serpents clamping down on Killer, but before the blade could bit into them, they imploded with terrible force, crushing the liger's chest inwards hard enough to crumble all of his ribs. The huge male wheezed breathlessly and stumbled forwards, shutting his eyes as his regeneration immediately worked to heal the worst of the damage, and Kimera, showing unbelievable control of her strength and of her weapon, stopped the blade dead still before it could chop into his abdomen. That obviously wasn't the outcome the Writer craved, and he wrote another couple of lines on his flying scrolls, his terrible power causing Killer's legs to go suddenly weak at the knees while he was shoved violently from behind, his back arching with a painful, audible creak. Kimera was slammed hard forwards at the same time, but the snarled and spun the weapon so that Killer's hands could grip into the solid pole, the huge male roaring as he hefted her like she was a feather and spun around on the spot, throwing her hard up towards Virgil.

The Writer looked surprised for a moment, and as he looked up to see the axe rushing down towards his face, he seemed to panic, throwing himself back through the air with a wince and all but vanishing from the spot, even as the huge weapon slammed into a solid wall of energy.

"Come back here, you coward!" Kimera snarled, but the writer only reappeared at a great distance... before copies of him appeared all around the platform, surrounding them and firing an infernal barrage of fireballs charged with energy, which exploded in enormous blasts whenever they touched something. They forced Kimera on the defensive, but as Killer and Pamela pushed forwards, holding up a solid shield, she and Kimera deployed their longbows and began to shot arrow after arrow at the Writers busily writing on their scrolls all around them.

The spear-sized darts struck into the copies of the god and pierced through them from side to side, exploding in great balls of fire, but when they aimed towards the true one, the strings of energy of their bows snapped and the arrows, made of their own energies, suddenly became unstable and exploded as soon as they created one. Both females were knocked backwards, their arms and chests smoldering and bleeding, and the Writer flipped upside down with laughter, before writing another line that filled him with glee. Invisible hands seized Killer and the others by the legs, hefted them high up into the air and then slammed them down into the platform, forcing the huge male and his Disciples and daughters to catch themselves on their arms while Virgil cheerfully kicked at the air, gleefully exclaiming: "There is nothing you can do against me, nothing!"

"I will have you eating those damn scrolls. While they burn." Killer snarled, clawing into the metallic platform and scissoring his legs, breaking free of the force clamping down on them and flipping over to land on his feet, Wyvern glowing golden as he fired a blast of flame against the alien god, but all Virgil needed to do was write a line and it changed into nothing but a soft breeze.

Killer, however, had followed through deploying his great wings, and he emerged from behind the golden glow, slashing Wyvern downwards against the poet, who squealed in surprise and shock, awkwardly crawling away in midair. The sword smashed into a literal sword of dark metal that appeared in front of him out of thin air, but his other hand clawed into one of the floating scrolls and tore it in tatters, fire bursting viciously down the length of parchment as Killer dragged the Writer around in a circle and tossed him hard down into the platform. "Let's see how you do when the fight gets a bit more physical, shall we...?" The huge male growled, slamming his fist into the head of the creature just as it landed awkwardly on its long feet, flailing at the fire that now roared around his arms and waist, consuming his scrolls. The impact was tremendous, denting the helmet inwards and sending the god crashing backwards towards Mriya, who slammed a savage kick into the back of his spine, sending him crashing on all fours with a breathless cry of pain, grinning as she hissed: "I suspect he won't do as well."

"Looks like the guy can't lift. And if the dick is proportioned to the rest, it must be literally pencil sized." Elaine viciously teased, charging forwards to follow up with her own strike, to leave the Writer no time for a reaction, her palm slamming into the side of his skull and sending blood spraying out from under the dented, deformed helmet, but before she could stop on his hand and destroy the quill, the god managed to hurriedly scribble something onto the ground, and a terrible explosion of pure, tremendous power slammed them all flying away from him.

"How... have... you... dared..." Virgil growled, pushing up to his feet as energy crackled angrily all around him, as new parchments came into being all around him, while he held in his hand the ashes of the lost scrolls. "My notes... my masterpieces... how did you dare?" He yelled furiously, and there was a crackling explosion of force centered on him, like some sort of black hole that dragged Killer and the others across the sky at tremendous speed, sending them crashing into solid walls of energy, their blood splattering all over the howling god while they were bounced backwards, then yanked forwards for another harsh impact, again and again.

Killer desperately attempted to break free of that massacring trap, but nothing he did seemed to affect the flow of energy enough, and when he turned to the side, coughing blood, he saw Echidna similarly short of ideas, the ancient goddess shielding herself with her arms as she was yanked once more hard down into the rumbling dark core of energy, and the huge male himself using Wyvern to shield himself as best he could, grunting hard as he swallowed the howl of agony down. He did not want to hand that satisfaction to the Writer.

"You brutes, you primitive beings, incapable to appreciate my art... you only measure strength in muscles and size, don't you...?" The alien god snarled in barely contained fury, and his body burned with raw, terrible power as he began to rapidly grow, spreading his arms as he doubled, trebled in height and then began to massively increase in bulk as well, growing immense, towering above them like a mountain, his form radiating fearsome power as he flexed enormous muscles. "You thought I could change reality but not change myself...? You fools! I'm far beyond all of you, greater than you will ever be!" Virgil cackled, throwing his head backwards and flexing his enormous arms slowly, showing off his immense biceps, before making an idle shooing gesture, sending them all crashing down to the ground with grunts of pain. "I'm invincible. I'm the only one, the king, the Master! Typhon, you, anybody else... you are all puny, powerless specks of dust in my shadow." He laughed loudly, then pointed one hand towards the Fourth Sky, far in the distance, and they stared in horror as the entire landscape was warped in one instant, writhing and dying, before the ground itself shattered and magma surged up through the cracks... before he turned in the opposite directions and, with a simple slapping gesture, disintegrated the second sky in one tremendous explosion, dissolving entire towns and crowded refugees camps in one single instant. "Yes, I'll have fun with you..."

Killer looked in horror towards the horizon, where the Second Sky used to be, his heart racing in shock and disbelief and fear at the thought that Eaglenest was there, somewhere in the distance... but thankfully, when he closed his eyes and listened, he could still feel the energies of his sanctuary, intact. It had survived the explosion, and it was safe... And it might well be the only safe place there is in this solar system at this point.

"You shall all die... all but you. You have something I want." Virgil said, glaring down at them from the countless miles of imposing power of his body, muscles flexing and bulging as he pulled up one immense, elongated foot, casting them all in deadly shadow while attention fixed on Killer. The liger felt reality rippling around himself, and the moment later he found himself squeezed inside one titanic, gauntlet-clad hand, all air crushed painfully out of his lungs as he struggled against the enormous fingers that so easily held him captive... and he looked down in horror to see the immense foot falling down upon Mriya and the others. The liger's eyes burned sapphire with fury and pain and fear and horror, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pulled up his legs and then kicked as hard as he could into one of the titanic fingers holding him, his arms grabbing another and shoving until he managed to slip free.

"You can't get anywhere, little bug!" The Writer teased, leaning down to watch him closely, the head of the alien god filling all of the sky as Killer sprinted down the wrist and then up the arm of the immense monster, finally cocking back Wyvern and then striking out with a roar.

Virgil laughed, not even trying to dodge, but the sheer violence of the impact stunned him and made him grunt in shock and surprise as he stumbled backwards while the liger's energies shot up the side of the helmet, working like the prolongation of the sword and cutting a deep gash in it, revealing scales that tore and flesh that burst open, spraying blood out in a wide arch. "You... you... pest!" The Writer howled, and his voice was tinged with fear, not just surprise and disbelief.

But before Killer could do anything else, energy crackled loudly in the sky and a second titanic alien divinity, a bulky white-furred stag with immense horns, appeared and watched on with bulging eyes, soon spotting the liger, despite how tiny he was in that moment in comparison.

"So, it is true... He exists... He... It... the power to rule supreme...!"

"IT IS MINE!" Virgil howled, turning to face the newcomer and punching him in the face, hard enough that the stag's head simply exploded in a splatter of blood and gore, before a huge sword blade pushed out of the Writer's wrist and tore through the stag's body from neck down to groin, tearing him in two halves. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" Virgil shrieked as other divinities teleported in, appearing around him. He began to quickly and savagely tear them apart, smashing them into bits as soon as they appeared, but more continued to arrive, and Killer decided to exploit the moment.

He charged down the side of the immense arm and let himself fall towards the ground.

He beat his wings only once, slowing down his fall enough to land on his feet, and closed his eyes in relief as he saw his daughters and disciples pushing upwards to keep the immense foot aloft.

"Resist, I'm here!" He urged, and he felt his chest swelling with new and greater strength as Mriya and Elaine looked up, their eyes glowing with joy and complete confidence as they saw him, and as he slammed his hands up into the armoured boot, Manticora, Pamela, Echidna and Kimera nodded and pushed up hard in unison with his effort, their own eyes filling with relief and affection and relief... that became a collective roar of triumph as they hefted the titanic god off the ground and tossed him sideways, sending the Writer falling over against two of the other divinities.

"No! No! You will not get away!" They heard him shriek, before his fists crushed another two skulls, two titanic corpses collapsing to the ground... but Killer was already rushing towards his beloved girls, and when his arms wrapped protectively around them, he roared: "See you soon, Writer!"

Immediately, they vanished from the spot with a crackle of energy, and teleported to safety, away from the howl of childish, unarticulated fury that the Writer spat against the careless expanse of space above.