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Time for another chapter. The long story of Killer is still pretty far from its conclusion, but we are now definitely heading towards it. The long end-war, the final conflict that will determine the fate of Creation, is increasingly being shaped by Killer's terrifying and growing strength. I hope you will enjoy this new ride, and that the story will keep you interested right to the very end. As always, comments are welcome, and i encourage you to share your thoughts. Your comments are fuel for the artists you follow, and they mean a lot to me, for sure.

Killer's power continues to grow, and his many enemies are slowly but inexorably losing ground. Killer is finally making progress, but his nights are tormented. Power brings possibilities. Possibilities imply responsibilities and temptation. And temptation brings...

*Chapter 80 - Dark Dreams *

Killer and Alexis followed Boadicea and the Amazons into the portal, and they only gazed over their shoulders for a brief moment as the ghostly vortex rapidly closed behind them. Everything felt different in what Boadicea called Shadoworld: there were completely different energies in the air, ethereal, ghostly and alien. There was a whole different temperature, colder but not hostile. There seemed to be no wind, and everything had an unsettling stillness about it. The world around them was unchanged, but it was like they were looking at it through the walls of a bubble of pale green-ish color, which made everything look a bit blurred as well as invariably colored in scale of greens. It was a whole new set of sensations, and not very pleasant ones. Killer was relatively optimistic about being able to smash his way out of that weird dimension if Boadicea abandoned them in it, but very much hoped not to need to try. Alexis looked relaxed, though, and gave him a little smirk and a wink, bumping her hip into his as they walked between two lines of heavily armed Amazons. Behind them followed several other of the warrior females, keeping them under close control and separating them from the several injured Amazons who were being carried to the camp on stretchers, with healers assisting them. Boadicea, surrounded at a short distance by other warrior females, led the way, easily balancing Satan's Bane on one shoulder. The shark goddess had repeatedly guided them through other portals, never leaving the Shadoworld but moving between the levels of Hell so many times that Killer completely lost track of where they were. The Central Spire was visible in the distance, but he couldn't tell in which Hell they stood: looking at the distant tower he could tell they were pretty deep down the depths of the underworld, but it was impossible to make a better guess. They walked through the ruins of multiple villages, moving right past patrols of Gigataurs and other demonic soldiers, stepping right in front of them, and no one saw them or sensed their presence in any way. It was amazing, and, at first, unnerving like hell. Killer at one point all but reached out to poke the muzzle of a Gigataur wearing full plate armor, but he discovered that a sort of invisible wall separated the two dimensions: his finger bumped into that solid barrier, only causing the image of the bull to tremble and distort some more. Then they moved deep into a mutated, corrupted jungle that thrummed with Killer's power, each enormous tree awake, conscious and full of dark, merciless hungers. Huge tentacle-like roots and branches impatiently whip-lashed at the air all around them, but amazingly the plants did not catch any sign of their presence. They pushed onwards unmolested, walking a narrow path between enormous trees that were sometimes over three miles tall and covered in blood and gore, with corpses hanging from the tentacle-branches and with weapons and pieces of armor piled up in large mountains at the base of their trunks. The jungle was merciless and raped and destroyed all those who dared venturing inside, but never once did the corrupt tentacles move towards them: they were completely invisible even as they almost brushed the huge trees looming on them from either side.

The Shadoworld explained how the Amazons managed to always achieve complete surprise. A shiver went down Killer's spine as he thought of how many times the dangerous warrior females must had walked right up to his face, tempted to open a portal and just lunge forwards to stab into his chest, without him getting any hint of it. It was a rather unnerving thought, and something that made him look at his idea of privacy with a whole new awareness.

It was a long march, which led them into the darkest and most intricate core of the corrupted, ferocious jungle. There, in a small clearing, the Amazons had set up their camp... or better, they had placed the center of their camp, because each warrior seemed to have built up its own tent up on the enormous mutant trees all around. "Well, it's no wonder that Satan's troops never found your base..." Alexis commented as they walked closer to several large tents, the only ones at ground level, which were clustered around a large fire. The whole area was surreal to look at, because the tents and even the fire itself were clearly alien to the Shadoworld. Unlike everything else, the tents shone in their normal colors... mostly white and various shades of brown, black and grey, since every structure had been built using bones and demonic leather. Countless Gigataurs, both "originals" and clones, had fallen in battle against the Amazons and it looked like none of them had been wasted: their skins had been tinkered, their bones used as poles for the tents, their horns as decorations and as flasks, and all other remains had all been exploited. The most powerful of Amazons could be identified easily by the size and look of their tents: their homes were the largest and were covered by a multitude of huge skulls and massive pairs of horns.

"The jungle takes care of any and every enemy long before it can get close enough to be a threat... and even if someone was both insane and strong enough to get this deep into the woods alive, he still wouldn't see a thing." Alexis observed, smirking in admiration as she studied the encampment, crossing her mighty arms on her chest and giving a little nod of approval. "I like it here. And I totally should build myself a tent of Gigataur pelts."

Boadicea snorted in mild amusement at that, leaning lightly on Satan's Bane as she surveyed her sisters while they carried the wounded into one of the large tents at ground level. It was a small but surprisingly well organized hospital, where the healers could take care of the wounded without fearing disruptions or enemy assaults. On the other side of the great bonfire, that the Amazons made sure to keep always alive and strong, was another large structure in which a couple of females worked as blacksmiths to forge weapons, while several others were sewing together pelts and demon-leather to form clothes and sets of armor. "This place serves us well. Splendidly defended by the forest around us, and peaceful enough to let us all rests our bodies and minds between a battle and another, even while the world outside burns." Boadicea explained, and Alexis nodded before smirking a bit as she promptly underlined: "You must thank your father. It's his... "juice" that caused the birth and growth of this wonderful, dark, cruel, homicidal, rapist jungle."

Boadicea tilted her head to the side a little, looking at her father without saying a word, but before she turned away, he spotted a little grin on her muzzle... and after a moment she admitted: "It is a monstrous creation, but... it proved useful for us. And entertaining, I will admit. Gave us great shows in several occasions, making short work of Satan's troops sent in to investigate."

Killer wasn't sure if he should reply or just stay silent and be thankful for that little bit of... almost praise, so he ended up just giving an uncertain, dumb smile while nervously rubbing a hand over his massive bicep. The amazons looked at him with coldness, some almost with distaste, and it made him feel constantly out of place as well as horribly guilty. It was one of the worst experiences in his life, especially because the warrior females were all his daughters: the idea that they could look at him with such hate hurt him to the very core. And admittedly, he was also upset because having so many beautiful, strong females looking at him like he was a cockroach swimming in their soup was a new, disconcerting and awful experience.

He was relieved at least to notice that the Amazons that he had protected early on in the fight against Satan and the Princes of Hell had survived, and even more relieved to see them gazing in his direction with respect and a hint of gratitude, if not affection. They had taken note of his efforts, at least, even though they hadn't forgotten his great sin: having abandoned them all to their fate, inside Lilith's belly.

Another thing that caught his eye was the affection that existed between several of the Amazons: he watched on with interest, and indeed with a hint of arousal, as two tall, muscular females clad in rich leather armor hugged themselves tightly, grinding their beautiful bodies together and kissing passionately, their tongues dancing and wrestling hungrily together as the larger one in the duo seized her lover by one thigh and pulled her leg up around her waist, pushing one thigh forwards to teasingly grind into her center.

Right after that, another warrior, a white-furred ligeress, rushed forwards as she spotted her lover laying on one of the stretchers. Killer stared in embarrassed and pained silence as the proud Amazon fell to one knee and hugged her suffering lover, nuzzling her lovingly before whispering a question to the healer standing nearby. Her eyes filled with tears of relief when the healer gave a reassuring nod... but Killer saw several other Amazons standing in silence, looking at the group while tears streaked down their cheeks and their lips trembled. Several Amazons were never going to return to their tents, and every loss left the other sisters feeling numb with sorrow. The clan was not large; they all knew and loved each other as sisters... and even deeper bonds existed between many of them.

The Amazons glared at him with rage and hate and sheer hostility, the hands of many of them squeezing harder into their heavy and battle-worn weapons, and Killer turned away from the sight of those proud muzzles dripping with tears. He couldn't stand the sight and thought of their sorrow. He felt responsible for all of their suffering, and the greatest wish in his heart in that moment was a solution, a way to make things right for all of them. The awareness that it was impossible only made him feel worse: the brain rationally said that it couldn't be done and that he should just stop tormenting himself about it, but the heart is not rational, and it could find no peace.

The Amazons looked at Alexis with far less hostility, but that was not too surprising: the goddess had played no part in their unfortunate story, and her only fault to their eyes was her siding with him. That fault was more than counterbalanced by the fact that she was a herm, and had immense, astounding, glorious virility and fertility about her, without being a male. Just like Boadicea before them, all of the other Amazons ogled and admired Alexis's muscular, formidable body and then drew their eyes up and down the monstrous bulge in her leather pants, gaping in amazement at the sheer size of her member, practically smelling her omnipotent semen in the air. The Amazons all but bowed to Alexis as she walked by, dropping down to their knees and whispering words of praise and worship for the one they clearly saw as the pinnacle of evolution, the only true divinity that deserved their worship. And Killer, admittedly, felt the sting of jealousy as well as that of envy... before the femme fatale winked at him and swayed her spectacular hips against his side, teasingly bumping into him. "Don't be greedy, now... usually I'm in your place and I have to watch bitches drooling all over you. Let me have my turn." Alexis teasingly whispered, and Killer smiled softly, giving a small nod of agreement. It was only right for her to have first dibs for once, considering how she never protested or showed anything but support and appreciation for all his conquests, adventures and plain romps. "Of course you can have your turns..." Killer whispered, smiling lovingly at her, before making a bit of a grimace as he added: "I just wish they didn't all want to gut me like a fish."

"Things will change soon, Lion." Alexis reassured, and there was no uncertainty at all in her tone, no space for maybes. "Don't worry. You'll put things right with them. They don't know you yet, that's all. They have a lot of wrong ideas and preconceptions to wear off, but working together will show them the real you."

"I hope you are right..." Killer murmured, looking at the angry warrior females who glared at him and looked absolutely impatient to stab their spears through his chest.

"And in no time at all, they will be drooling all over you." Alexis added, smirking and giving a little nod. Killer couldn't help but snort in entertainment at that, but he stiffened immediately afterwards as one of the tallest Amazons barked: "Why is he here? Why still alive? Why aren't we feasting on his accursed black heart?"

Killer swallowed a bit at that, making a grimace as he turned to face the aggressive female, who glared back at him with fearless ferocity, her eyes burning an intense, cold sapphire from beneath an elaborate helmet built into the skull of a Gigataur and topped by heavy, proud pairs of horns tied one beneath the other in the a row that apparently went also down the back of her armor of leather and bone. She held an enormous bardiche that was almost as heavy and terrifying as the mace-head of blades at the top of Satan's Bane, and Killer suspected that several of the scars on her bulky, muscular form came not from fights against demons, but against Boadicea.

The sharkess did not reply immediately, instead walking around the bonfire to stand in front of the large tent that dominated the encampment and which was most likely the command post, if not also Boadicea's home. The queen stood tall, her musculature and her scars underlined magnificently by the shadows projected by the dancing fire, and her eyes burned brighter than the flames while she looked over the entire clan, counting the holes in the ranks before fixing her gaze on her rival.

"Sisters, you already know who and what we faced. Satan had been sent packing and is hiding into the Central Spire; Asmodeus and Astaroth are dead and destroyed. We have lost several of our sisters in the struggle, and we will take time to honor them and celebrate the privilege we enjoyed, of living and fighting at their side." Boadicea paused, and all the Amazons, even her rival, nodded in agreement and murmured: "Sisters in life and death. Sisters in blood and soul."

Boadicea dropped her head forwards and stood silent for a few moments, closing her eyes as she thought of those who had not returned to their tents, and then she looked directly at her rival, speaking with a stronger, colder voice: "This day has cost us dearly, but it also allowed us to achieve more than we ever did before. Two of our worst enemies will never again be a problem, and Satan himself was beaten back and robbed of the greatest power he ever possessed." The queen paused and wetted her lips for a brief moment, trying to decide what words to use to talk of Killer, and in the end she went for the most accurate, and thus bolder, ones. "Our father is here because his help was decisive in knocking Satan back into his lair. And he can help us again, to put an end to our long struggle against the king of Hell."

"He must die! Our struggle with Satan started because he left us all at his and Lilith's mercy!" The ligeress snarled, and several Amazons around her shouted their approval and slammed their spears against their armor plates, the rhythmic noise growing and growing. Clearly, the loudest warriors were the closer circle of supporters of the ligeress, but thankfully there was a larger number of Amazons who reacted with colder, more measured glares against Killer, without contesting their queen's judgment.

"His sins have not been forgotten!" Boadicea roared, and her voice echoed across the jungle, overcoming even the metallic ruckus and silencing the shouts and howls. "Ours is only a temporary alliance, which does not cancel the need for him to pay for his crime. Satan will return, and he will be even stronger the next time, unless we land a decisive blow now, before he has a chance to recover. We need Killer and Alexis's help for that to be possible. Without them, we will never be able to build up our strength quickly enough!"

"We will never be able to punish him if we allow his strength to grow any further!" The ligeress snarled back, pointing her bardiche at Killer and glaring at Boadicea. "You allowed him to feast on Satan's flesh and energies, and on the Princes. His power has grown immensely in the space of a few hours, and if Sikanjal hadn't stolen away Satan's tail, there is no telling what this monster could have done."

Many Amazons shouted their agreement with that, and Killer hung his head forwards with shame and pain as several howled: "We must slay the monster now, while we can!"

Boadicea almost recoiled because of that aggression. In truth, she didn't have a good counter to offer her sisters: it was true, Killer had absorbed the power of multiple gods and had shown them all levels of power which were simply terrifying. He had also made very, very clear that he was nowhere near done, and that he could absorb a lot more energies, and put them to good use. There was no way to deny that fact, and trying was only going to make her sound naïve or, worse, dishonest.

"Sisters... in all sincerity, I don't think we can defeat him, unless Alexis turns against him." Boadicea bitterly admitted, and her honesty, together with the horrendous implications of her words, sent the Amazons recoiling, grumbles and murmurs growing through the ranks as they all studied the huge male, who stood silent in the center of the camp, waiting for their judgment. And Alexis, implacably, immediately remarked: "And I have no intention to turn against him. I love him. I worship him. I serve him."

"You all saw him during the battle against Satan. You've seen what he is capable of. Is any of you truly so eager to fight against him...?" Boadicea asked, and the Amazons grumbled and mumbled and shifted uncomfortably, but not even the aggressive ligeress resolutely stepped forwards. Boadicea, exploiting that hesitation, gazed directly at her and asked: "Beshka. You are the proudest of warriors. Will you not exact revenge?"

"I will always fight for the good of our clan. No matter where, against who, or what the odds." The ligeress immediately replied, stepping forwards... but still, she launched no attack, only taking on a ready position in front of Killer, who did not even hint at a reaction.

"Why did you let him inside the Shadoworld, then...?" Asked another of the Amazons, and Boadicea turned her gaze towards Killer at that, her eyes narrowing as she studied him for a moment... and he gazed back at her with curiosity and anxiety, wondering what the answer could be. He had wondered about the very same thing during their march towards the encampment, and he thought there was only one possible answer... but hadn't dared to accept it as valid, because he did not want to exceed with optimism and be disappointed later.

"Why...?" Boadicea asked, nodding once to signal how good a question that was, before she fixed her eyes into his, both ordering and begging him to prove her right as she announced: "Because I trust him. During the fight, he demonstrated his sense of honor... and even put his body in the way of terrible blows to protect me and several other sisters."

"He did." The Amazons that he had helped and protected during the battle moved a step forward into the circle and confirmed their queen's words, loudly and clearly, looking into their sisters' eyes without hesitation or fear of scrutiny.

"Next you'll tell us that he cares about us!" Beshka snorted with bitter irony, crossing her mighty arms, and Boadicea didn't dare replying to that, as didn't the Amazons who he had saved, even though they gazed at him with a hint of friendly trust. Killer looked back into their eyes, offering small, embarrassed but sincere smiles, full of gratitude for them acknowledging his efforts. And as the silence stretched on, becoming cold and awkward, he cleared his throat and shifted a bit on the spot. All eyes turned to him, most of them glaring with such ferocity that he could almost feel the gazes piercing like daggers into his body, but he looked straight into Boadicea's eyes as he calmly remarked: "Yes, I do care about you all. I know you can't and won't believe me, but I do care. I'm sorry..." He was interrupted by the snarling and growling and protesting of the muscular warrior females, and he just bowed his head, giving them time to vent their rage, but his eyes continued to gaze up at Boadicea... and then at every one of the Amazons as he slowly turned around and watched them all, one by one. "I'm sorry for how things went. I was brash and reckless. I... I didn't think straight, didn't plan things out properly." He explained when the voices around him subsided somewhat, the Amazons looking into his eyes with suspect but also with some kind of respect, for how unflinchingly he stood under their scrutiny. He never refused eye contact, and as much as they tried they could find no hint of dishonesty, no sign of duplicity in the light that shone in his eyes. "I'm truly sorry for what happened. My only excuse is how it happened: Lilith tried to dominate me, and my lusts... they went out of control as a result. I wanted to use her, abuse her, punish her, and never once did I manage to think she might get away from me, and carry my seed in her. It does not absolve me, but... please, keep it in mind. It makes me less of a monster, at least."

He offered them a little, hesitant smile, and while no one smiled back, they did look at him with a bit more patience and understanding. Some, including Beshka, even with frowns of... could it be curiosity?

"Is it true? Did Lilith try to Dominate you...?" The muscular ligeress asked, rising an eyebrow almost in disbelief. Killer didn't answer, because his words probably wouldn't be believed anyway, and Alexis confirmed it in his place. "She did. I don't know if she ever really thought she could have the best of him at his own game, or if she hoped in better help from the other Princes while she "distracted" him... I suspect she secretly craved to get exactly the kind of tough love she got."

"Lilith always was a whore." Beshka spat, before grinning grimly as she added: "Even when she was a pure Seraphim, if the stories are to be believed. She seduced Satan... she called for more and more power, urged him on... I guess she wouldn't be able to resist trying to seduce the new big thing in town. I can imagine it."

The other Amazons nodded, and it was easy to guess their general agreement in the tone of their whispering and mumbling in the background.

"Lilith would have probably turned against the other Princes and against Satan himself, had she managed to enslave him." Boadicea observed, and Beshka agreed, nodding with a grimace. "She has always craved ultimate power. She used Satan when it looked like he'd conquer the throne of God... but these days, if you are a betting person, this is the horse you'd bet on." The sharkess said, jerking her head in the direction of Killer, who wasn't sure how to interpret her words. There was something flattering in them, but also quite some rudeness.

"It doesn't cancel my sin." Killer firmly reaffirmed, looking at the queen. "I came here willingly. And willingly I will face your judgment, once we have defeated Satan. I ask you all to give me a chance to help you. I wasn't there when you needed me the most, but I'm here now, and I will do everything it takes to ensure that you are never again threatened and hunted down. By anyone."

"You think you can gain our love with so many years of delay...? You expect us to call you daddy...?" Beshka coldly asked, and many of the Amazons nodded with equally ferocious expressions, but the male shook his head lightly and replied: "I want to work with you to destroy Satan. That will also give you the chance to know the real me, and learn that I do not lie about how this sad story began. But I don't expect my sin to be forgotten. At the end of the war, I will sit in front of you to be judged. And I'll take the punishment that I've deserved."

There were numerous sounds of disbelief and irony, but Boadicea only gazed at him intently for a long moment, studying him once more... and then she snorted in dark entertainment and asked: "Are you aware that the punishment might well include chopping your precious dick off, so that you never commit another "mistake" like this again...?"

Killer swallowed thickly at that, and felt some of the color draining from his face, but he did not recoil, nor attempted to take his words back. "I'll accept your judgment, whatever it entails."

"He can just re-grow it!" Beshka protested, but the other Amazons seemed impressed by his courage in front of what remained an awful prospect, especially when he remained stony in front of the queen shrugging and countering: "Then we get the chance to cut it off again."

"We should just kill him!" Beshka grumbled, but Alexis stiffened at that, and then walked around Killer to face the threatening ligeress. Alexis was taller and even more muscular, and with her leather pants bulging over her monstrous shaft she was even more intimidating as she leaned forwards almost until their muzzles touched, her eyes murderously cold as she clearly stated: "On that, I have objections that I'm not going to drop."

Beshka refused to recoil, but her expression betrayed awe in front of the mighty femme fatale, and Alexis didn't miss it. They were so close that Alexis's huge breasts almost bumped into Beshka's own, and the bulge in the goddess's pants was dangerously close to the leather skirt of the Amazon... so much so that Beshka shifted on the spot a little, almost grinding her thighs together, a shudder going down her spine with the amazing, intimidating, dominant presence that Alexis radiated.

Killer spotted an amused smirk on Boadicea's muzzle at the sight of Beshka almost girlishly squirming in front of Alexis, and he couldn't help smile a tiny bit despite the situation he was in. The queen, in any case, wisely decided to cut that meeting short before it could degenerate... in any way. "Killer will help us take down the power cores that keep up the barrier around the Central Spire. He will then help us in killing Satan once and for all. And when the day comes, we will judge him, with justice, keeping in mind the good and the bad that he will have shown us in the meantime."

The other Amazons accepted, voicing their support, even through several, particularly hostile, still did it only with a grumble and glaring at him with barely restrained hostility. He still inwardly sighed in relief, because it could have gone much worse... but he almost immediately regretted it, because Beshka clearly did not think she had enough information yet. "Why is she here? He is more than dangerous enough on his own. Why bring her too?" The ligeress asked, making a bit of a grimace as she jerked her head up to point at Alexis, who still loomed right in front of her.

Boadicea actually smirked at that question, and Killer got the feeling that she had been hoping for that one question. He listened with interest as the queen, offering words on which she had clearly pondered a lot, explained: "Alexis is here not just to help us against Satan, but as a sign of good will on hers and Killer's parts. She is here to make our clan stronger and more numerous."

They hadn't agreed on that beforehand, but Alexis and Killer played along as if they had: the femme fatale moved a few steps back from Beshka, sensually swaying her hips as she returned to the centre of the scene, one hand squeezing lecherously into the monstrous bulge in her pants as she teased: "For those who didn't see it before..." She easily unclasped her heavy belt and then undid her pants, her enormous cock already pushing arrogantly into view and causing loud gasps to rise from the assembled Amazons, before all eyes fixed on her groin while she sexily swayed this way and that to push her pants down, revealing a huge, veiny shaft that seemed infinite. When it finally came free, the goddess squeezed lightly into her goliath girth and hefted the huge member up, stroking it leisurely, right in front of Beshka, the other hand going down to fondle one massive, almighty testicle as thick, rich precum already started to ooze out, stretching in a long rope. "I have what you need, in spades." Alexis teased, slowly turning around to face all of the Amazons , letting them admire the majestic, enormous shaft as she pumped it slowly, squeezing the solid flesh as it throbbed hungrily and swelled even larger, pushing her fingers further apart and pushing easily ten inches long with just one flex. "You are a bunch of little, inexperienced virgins, but I'll fix that very quickly... once I've pushed inside you, nobody will be able to ever imagine you having ever been tight and virginal." The Amazons stared in awe as the gargantuan member swelled yet again, veins bulging, medial ring becoming massive, another ten or more inches of glorious length pushing out, before a huge blast of thick, rich precum exploded out of the vast slit and fired straight towards Beshka, but arching high above her head and sailing far past as Alexis purposefully aimed her cock skywards. The message was clearly driven home by the thick rope splattering down a huge distance away, and by the sheer number and size of the sperms contained in the dense fluid. The ligeress opened and closed her mouth without producing words, her eyes fixing on the humongous sperms swimming in the thick fluid splashed in a wide river on the ground, her legs trembling a bit as she thought of what that astounding virility could do for her and for the entire clan. "You just have to decide who wants a huge, full belly first." Alexis said, licking her lips and leisurely stroking her massive member. "I have no trouble filling you all up right here and now... but it's better if I leave some of you still able to stand up, walk straight and fight."

The entire clan fell silent, awestruck, and Boadicea smirked before announcing: "While you decide who should become a mother first, Killer and Alexis will come with me to see Lilith."

She turned around and pushed up the leather curtain leading into the command post tent, and jerked her head towards the door to urge Killer on, before Alexis followed, lazily pumping on her semi-hard, gigantic black shaft. The sharkess couldn't help but stare at the immense member as the goddess walked by, and when she let go of the curtain, closing the tent and muffling the sounds of excitement and arguing coming from outside, she exclaimed: "Holy hell, Alexis, that thing is prodigious."

"Thank you, my dear. Thanks for selecting me for such a sweet, sweet job." Alexis playfully replied, letting her enormous member dangle heavily between her legs as she stepped out of her leather pants and created a long leather loincloth for herself, instead. "I love being a goddess. Being able to just wish for clothes is really quite handy... and this, I think, will be a more practical and indicated attire for my time here."

Boadicea let out a grunt of amused agreement, walking over to a small wooden closet in the back of the office-like room, which otherwise was adorned just by a foldable table covered in papers and maps and books and faced by a couple of foldable chairs of wood and leather. Killer gazed at the "walls" of leather and pelts, which were for the most part actually hidden behind rich tapestry of battle scenes and finely decorated carpets. Another, lighter curtain led to another room beyond that, but before he could wonder about what could be found in the rest of the tent; Boadicea had extracted a bottle of liquor and filled up one large glass for herself, then one for Alexis and, surprise, even one for him.

"Thanks for playing along, you two. I made things up as we went, I must admit. I was really nervous... I feared my sisters would not tolerate your presence." Boadicea said, gazing down at the liquor in her glass before emptying it in a long gulp. She reached for the bottle to refill her glass, and her eyes fixed on Killer, full of curiosity, amazement and a weird form of respect as she observed: "You are either truly noble in spirit, and well intentioned, or you are a cunning bastard. For sure, you are dumb like hell."

"Thank you." Killer grumbled, making a bit of a grimace before drinking his own liquor... and after the first sip, he gulped it down with gusto. It didn't taste like anything he knew, but it was really good.

"That shit about accepting our judgment... it is dumb, but it was a winning move. I wonder if you realize the risks you face, though." Boadicea said, looking at him from over the edge of her glass, half-sitting back onto her table. There was almost kindness in her tone, and her eyes betrayed some concern, and that touched Killer in the deep, and greatly encouraged him about the possibility of salvaging his link to this daughter, who had truly built herself up from ground zero, without any external help. She was forged in the fire of violence and war, more than anyone else, and that impressed the male to no end.

"I am guilty. I must pay." Killer replied simply, and when the sharkess looked at him with surprise that she just couldn't dissimulate, he smiled and added: "You are my daughters, and I failed you... but now, I want to put things right. Risks are ever present, and you know it better than most. But we don't allow fear to rule our lives, do we...? When the time comes, I will put my fate in your hands, and I will pay for my crimes. I trust that, by then, I will have shown to you all that I'm not a monster, and that I truly care about all of you. I fully expect to suffer, and I must suffer. But I also trust that you will be fair, and that justice will be the foundation of a new relationship between us."

Alexis smiled at that, sitting down in one of the chairs and drinking her liquor, looking up at Boadicea from over the glass, entertained by the confusion of mixed and contrasting feelings that were so evident in the queen's expression.

"You... You are an idiot." Boadicea grumbled, but she couldn't help but smile a little bit as she added: "But you are also surprising. You act in a completely different way than what we all expected. I still fear it might all be just a cruel trick... but I hope it is not."

"I will demonstrate you that it is not a trick." Killer quietly assured, and Alexis smiled at him and took his hand, squeezing it firmly while Boadicea watched. "I am not a good person, Boa. I like violence far too much, I crave power far too much, and I enjoy my darkness far too much. But I'm not evil. I try to behave, and Killer here shoulders much of the burden of temptation for the both of us. I tease him, I urge him, I try to veer towards the darkness far more often than I should... and he keeps me on the right path. And not by restraining me with brute force, but by keeping me happy and guiding my steps. That's why I love him so much." Alexis softly explained, tilting her head so she could smile up at him, before turning her gaze back to the sharkess. "He is the father of my children, and there is nothing he wouldn't do to keep them safe and happy. Mriya and Anubis, our children, will tell you who the real Killer is. And there are others, that you will soon know, that will be able to tell the story of the true Amon-Ra. We are a crazy bunch, but a happy one. And we are happy in no small part because he shouldered the weight that was crushing us, and he carries it on his broad, spectacular shoulders." Alexis grinned widely, reaching up to rub into one powerful, massive arm, and Killer smiled down at her with even greater affection than usual, deeply touched by her words and by the love that sounded so clear and sincere in her tone. Boadicea struggled to find a reply to offer, only gazing at them in silence, and her eyes glinted with a new light of desire, as she studied the kind of love and support that she had always dreamed, but never had.

"I'm starting to believe..." The sharkess finally admitted, smiling softly and giving a little nod as she added: "I look forwards to working with the others from your fam... group." She bit her lip, almost physically swelling back the word "family" that she didn't yet dare speaking, but then continued: "I will meet them with pleasure, and I hope that they will be able to answer my questions and dissipate my doubts. We have to be careful in introducing too many of them at once to my sisters: they would probably feel encircled and threatened, by the arrival of so many people so..."

"Strong, let's just say." Alexis offered as the silence stretched longer, and Boadicea nodded, slowly stirring the liquor in her glass by slowly moving it in circles. "We are all goddesses, but we are young. Many of us are still children and teens, and we have been hunted down ever since we were born. I don't think my sisters are ready to face Gaia and all the others without fear of it being a trap."

"Beshka probably wouldn't flinch, though." Alexis playfully observed, and Boadicea let out a snort of entertainment and agreement. "No, Beshka is fearless and will never retreat, no matter who stands before her. Unless it's you. With you, she backed down pretty damn quickly. It was surprising."

"Is she a threat for you?" Killer quietly asked, and Boadicea shook her head with a smile of entertainment.

"Oh, no. Not a threat. I sleep tight knowing that we are sisters, and that we will always be there for each other." She paused, and traced her finger down some thick scars across her abs and over her forearms, smiling a bit to herself before explaining: "Sure, we put some scars on each other, and we will add more, I'm sure. But there is no hate between us. We just tend to often see things in a different way: she is a lot more aggressive and her solution to everything tends to be beating it until it stops moving. This is a great method, but only for some of our problems, not for all of them. If she ever succeeds in defeating me in combat, I will gladly let her be the queen and I will follow her, with the absolute certainty that she wants only the best for our clan." She fell silent, then snorted amusedly and added: "I would follow her just as faithfully as she follows me. And of course, I'd challenge her to a duel as soon as I disagreed with her ideas enough to deem a change necessary. That's how things work in our group. I'll be the queen only until I'm not bested, and all of my sisters are free to challenge me whenever they think I'm leading them in the wrong direction."

"That's not so different from how kingdoms work in the Northlands." Killer observed, and Boadicea looked at him with curiosity, tilting her head to the side and arching an eyebrow in a way that strikingly resembled his. "The Northlands is... where you come from? In the Mortal Plane, yeah...? We don't know much about that. None of us has ever left Hell."

"The Mortal Plane, and even Heaven, aren't what they used to be... but one day, as soon as you'll want, we'll visit both." Killer said, and the queen gifted him a little smile before standing up from the table and putting down her glass.

"Beshka is no enemy, but she could still challenge you soon, if she doesn't like us being here with you." Alexis observed, and the sharkess froze in place and then admitted: "Yes, it is definitely possible."

"I don't doubt you can win the duel, but we should avoid such distractions for the next while, until Satan is dealt with." Alexis insisted, and Boadicea tapped her fingers absently on the table while thinking about it, until she nodded in agreement.

"I could... ensure she is busy for the next while." Alexis suggested, squeezing into her gigantic shaft, which was still semi-hard and pushed arrogantly against her long leather loincloth. "Nine months, at a minimum..."

Boadicea couldn't help but grin at that, eyeing the monstrous enormity and potency of that godly cock, and she instinctively licked her lips, her cheeks taking on a shade of red as she playfully noted: "It is a bit cheap and disloyal, isn't it...?"

"It is a little bit underhanded, but not cheap. There is nothing cheap about this cock." Alexis replied, and as if to confirm her words the goliath member throbbed and grew, gaining easily another ten inches in gut-ravaging length, leaving Boadicea staring in awe. "Holy hell, how much bigger does it get...? I thought Gigataurs were enormous!"

"Quite a bit." Alexis replied, matter of factly, before grinning as she added: "And Gigataurs ARE enormous; but just nowhere near me."

"I can see that..." Boadicea breathed, watching in awe at the enormous member as Alexis pushed the loincloth aside and hefted the goliath cock up until she could easily bump the head against her lips, lightly kissing her own massive member. Alexis smirked and then aimed her shaft directly at the queen, teasing: "I can tell it.... You want to make me hard with your hands before I get into Beshka's bed. Go on, touch me. Feel my power."

Boadicea swallowed visibly, looking over at Killer with clear embarrassment, but the huge male only smiled back with a hint of awkwardness at having to just watch. The sharkess hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning red, but then she reached forwards, trembling, in awe of the mighty goddess who rested lazily back into the chair, muscular legs spread wide. "Holy shit..." Boadicea breathed once her hand touched the huge member, finding it as solid as steel even though it was still only semi-hard, her fingers feeling lost and tiny as they squeezed into that colossal girth. "Holy shit..."

"Both hands." Alexis idly commanded, throwing her head back with a grin, and Boadicea instinctively obeyed, with zero hesitation, gasping as her hands got lost on that enormous length, which arrogantly grew even more, pushing her fingers even further apart. "Jerk it. Rough. I'm no weak, sissy Gigataur." Alexis ordered, and the sharkess hurriedly nodded, beginning to push down and pull up with great energy, moving hard and fast, rolling her hands around the great girth and staring at the thick foreskin as it slurped loudly back and forth over the fat, massive head. "Holy shit!" Boadicea exclaimed as the goliath shaft continued to harden up and grow, and grow, and grow, and Alexis snickered and looked at her with eyes that burned with lust and with amusement. "You Amazons say you hate males, but you sure do not hate cock..."

Boadicea blushed deep red at that, but continued to stroke the almighty member, moving one hand down to squeeze hard into its fat, massive base while the other jerked rapidly along the top few feet of the great shaft, gaining a grunt of approval from Alexis as the goddess stretched her long legs and idly fondled one enormous testicle, smirking as she announced: "Don't worry, it's almost done growing..."

"Fuck, it is huge..." Boadicea breathlessly exclaimed, squeezing hard into the solid meat that felt harder than diamond as it throbbed with power and astonishing virility, swelling in her grip as a phenomenal broadside of precum surged up the shaft and erupted out with tremendous force, firing across the room and slamming into the tent's wall with enough violence that for a moment they thought the whole structure would be toppled. More than twenty seconds of endless release were necessary for just that one blast, which sent thick dense, virile batter splattering everywhere, before Alexis pushed her empty glass right under the vast cumslit to catch the rich load that continued to leak out. Within instants, the glass overflowed with thick, potent essence, filled with absolutely enormous sperms that banged vigorously against the walls constraining them in such a tight space. Boadicea stared at this in awe as Alexis pushed the overflowing glass up to her face, grinning widely as she said: "See now why Lilith became the wreck she is now...?" The sharkess gulped, watching as Alexis leisurely stroked her now fully erect, well-over-one-hundred-and-ten-inches shaft with the other hand, while pushing the glass almost against her lips with the other. The queen of Amazons finally cupped the large glass in her hands and swallowed as its thick, rich content leaked down all over her fingers, until Alexis simply commanded: "Drink it. It is just a sample of the power I'm bringing into your clan."

Boadicea hesitated for a brief moment, blushing furiously, and Killer nervously bit his lower lip, wondering if Alexis was pushing too quick, too far, and expecting the sharkess to explode in a roar of outrage and turn against the both of them... but instead, when Alexis gazed at her and arched an eyebrow in a hint of impatience, Boadicea brought the glass to her lips and began to gulp down the thick, rich, dense, potent batter, choking on it with how thick it was and how huge the sperms in it were. It took a while, but when she finally lowered the glass, it was empty and her muzzle was covered in thick, virile essence... and she hungrily licked her lips to get to it all, gulping it down and staring at Alexis's enormous member as it constantly leaked out that potent, forming a large puddle on the floor even as the ligeress, in a lazy show of her sheer power, aimed her cock first over one glass, then the other, rapidly filling them all up until her sperm overflowed and flooded the table... with even more of the musky, potent pre blasting out in huge ropes whenever her gigantic cock flexed.

"So potent, goddess..." Boadicea said, and Alexis gave a cocky little nod of agreement, standing up from the chair and leisurely stroking along her shaft with one strong hand, smearing thick pre all over her colossal girth. "Before I fill up Beshka and her friends, I'd like to see Lilith. I want to see how much permanent damage Killer left in the arrogant queen of Hell."

Boadicea nodded, her cheeks still burning red as she walked ahead to the curtain leading into the other spaces inside the tent, and she cleared her throat before observing: "We might need you, in fact... Lilith's mind is badly damaged, so you might be the only one that can obtain the answers we need."

Alexis grinned darkly at the mention of mind damage, and she squeezed firmly into her massive member, already trying to visualize the bloody scene in her mind. Killer looked down at the carpeted floor, trying to hide the fact that he was unable to completely suppress the very same kind of sick, cruel pride and pleasure at the thought of such a powerful and ancient demoness broken and ruined by his sheer, astounding virility.

Boadicea didn't seem to notice, or at least did not show any contempt for his reaction, pulling the curtain aside and leading them along a corridor, flanked by a number of other rooms. Killer sneaked a gaze here and there, and realized, with some surprise, that most of the "rooms" there were filled with small beds, destined to the newborns and to the youngest Amazons. A couple of warrior females were teaching the rudiments of fighting to three "newborns", and Killer was tempted to stop on the threshold to watch: the "newborns" were, physically and mentally, more like teens than babies. Killer's exceptionally potent sperm could result in exceptionally developed newborns, and with Lilith it was definitely the case. He couldn't image how painful and crippling it had to be for the demoness to carry one, and more often two or more of those young new lives in her belly. It had to be torturous, and he ascribed that to his intense craving to punish, to break, and to destroy the demoness. He had been anything but gentle with her. She had gotten away with her life, but his intent to hurt her made her existence an unending punishment.

Thankfully, I guess. Otherwise none of the daughters would have ever had a chance to survive...

He repressed a shiver of horror at that awareness, and looked away as the older Amazons spotted him and glared at him in a mix of hate and disbelief, before murmuring angrily to the newborns, telling them who he was.

"It won't last, Lion." Alexis gently assured, squeezing him lightly around the waist as he sighed and did his best to ignore the gnarling of teeth and the muttered insults and words of sheer hate that followed him. Even Boadicea looked at him briefly from over her shoulder, and Killer thought he caught a hint of solidarity in her gaze. But then she turned to face two Amazons who stood guarding a heavy door which had apparently been cut into the trunk of the massive, gigantic tree that towered behind the tent. The two guards looked at Killer with hostility, but moved out of the way without hesitation when Boadicea commanded them to do so... and before they could even think about objecting in any way to Killer accessing the room beyond, Alexis swung her gigantic black cock into the palm of her other hand, and the loud thwack seemed to hypnotize both Amazons, their cheeks burning crimson as they stared in awe at the goliath shaft, before stiffening as the goddess reached up with hands completely drenched in thick precum and smeared the virile batter onto their cheeks as she walked past.

Boadicea closed the heavy door behind them, and they stood in a dark, cool room that had been dug into the hardwood and flesh-like corrupted substance, hollowing out much of the tree. There was no real furniture to speak of, but only plain blankets on the floor, and a few cushions that had mercifully been brought into that obscure cell. The air there was thick and heavy with the stink of blood, with the scent of female nectar and with the glorious, potent musk of Killer's virility. Even after so many years, Lilith was still marked by Killer's potent essence, so much so that it felt like they were smothered directly under his heavy balls. She sounded like she was crying and whimpering and struggling to breathe all at the same time, her huge shape heaving slowly in the darkness... and when his eyes better adjusted, Killer almost recoiled at the sight of how miserable her state was. The first thing he noticed was how truly massive she was: her belly was enormously swollen and weighted her down so much that she pretty much couldn't move, and couldn't even lay onto her side. Her breasts, already prodigious for their size, were now heavy and swollen, leaking milk that streaked down the generous slopes and got lost on the floor or over her huge belly. Her wings had pretty much vanished, and only stumps of broken bone remained, which were caught under her massive weight and pushed up painfully into her back. Her legs were spread wide and she could barely shift them around, her muscles somehow still impressive in size but much weaker in tone due to the crippling pregnancy that had pinned her down for all those years. She propped herself up as best she could with her arms, but she grunted at every moment as thick cum and blood still leaked copiously out of her destroyed, annihilated holes. Her vagina gaped horrendously wide, her labia destroyed, her muscles stretched out beyond any possibility of regeneration, and her womb, so enormously full of life, was badly prolapsed, dragged out of her by his enormous shaft during the savage pounding he had inflicted on her. Her asshole was just as devastated, prolapsed out and stretched beyond recognition, and even her face was ruined, her muzzle mercifully rebuilt and yet still showing all the signs of the vicious destruction caused by his tentacles face-fucking her with such brutal force.

If possible, however, the damage to her mind was even worse and more definitive: she was trembling in fear, even before they entered the room, and she was lost in her own world, so much so that she didn't notice them approaching... until she felt Killer's presence. Her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes opened wide, searching him in the dark as she squirmed on the spot, trying to push up and crawl away from him... and at the same time, drooling as her eyes fixed on him. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her entire body shuddered as she attempted to scamper away and crawl towards him almost at the same time, with the end result being no progress at all in either direction. Her back arched, at least as much as it could with the weight of her belly burdening her, and she somehow managed to grind her still muscular thighs together as her traitorous sex dribbled with juice, blossoming in need and craving.

Killer said nothing, only crossing his huge arms as he looked down at her, feeling hints of pity in front of her state, but experiencing far more clearly the heat of sadistic, cruel pleasure in front of her utter defeat and ruination. His gigantic cock throbbed hungrily in his pants, swelling larger and bouncing up, full of power and vigor, and Lilith sobbed, crying harder and uselessly attempting to crawl away from him even as her traitorous body burned with need and spasmed, her annihilated vagina clenching hard and bursting forth with a fountain of hot, pearly juice, a cry of guilty pleasure coming from her as she bucked her hips against the air and squirted out again, helplessly orgasming. "M-Master..."

Killer said nothing, only shifting lightly on the spot, feeling uncomfortable in front of that spectacle, wondering if he hadn't exaggerated, if he hadn't been just too cruel to her... and Lilith's jaw hung open, her tongue lolling out as she drooled all over her huge breasts, crawling towards his foot as she shuddered again and bucked even harder, squirting out a large spray of clear juice. "Master... you came..."

"She's been like this for a while, now." Boadicea calmly said, unfazed by Lilith's suffering and passion, barely sparing a glare for her evil mother as she added: "It is not a bad thing... when I was born, she was still in the phase of the rage. She wanted to tear apart all her children at first sight. Now she... she basically can't think of anything other than you." Boadicea fleetingly gazed sideways at Killer, then just shrugged and added: "And I mean it quite literally. A while ago she ceased trying to kill the newborns, babbling about how they are a gift of master. Bitches for master. And that master will come to use them all."

Killer coughed a bit at that, looking away from the sharkess as her eyes narrowed threateningly, but Boadicea didn't press on with that subject. Alexis grinned as she looked at the shattered queen of Hell, giving a little nod of approval for Killer's work and then observing: "You are about to have your first Thrall, lover."

Killer looked surprised at that, but after a moment of reflection, he grunted in agreement... before objecting: "It... wasn't my intention. I didn't think about it."

"We are still inexperienced at the gods game." Alexis simply countered, shrugging a bit. "Much as I dislike saying it, that's the truth. Some of the things we do... we don't really plan them out. Our instinct and our subconscious end up doing the job for us. Our deep desires and lusts end up shaping our actions."

"Yeah, I'm afraid that's exactly it." Killer admitted, before looking up at the ceiling, making a grimace as he thought of Black Killer. Instincts... or him...? Please, not him...

"She certainly wanted to make a Thrall out of you..." Boadicea quietly said, and Killer looked at her in surprise. Her observation was important, because if she believed to it meant she was starting to see things from a different point of view... one that painted him in a better light. Boadicea gazed back at him for a moment, and then she tilted her head to the side and gave him a little smile, admitting: "I hate males, after all they've put me through, but I'm not stupid, Killer. I know what kind of person Lilith is, and I can see every good reason why she'd want to try and Dominate you. I'm... I'm glad she did not succeed. Using you as weapon, she could have conquered the whole of Hell in the space of a day."

"Using Lust against Killer is never a good idea." Alexis observed, grinning in amusement as she gazed into his eyes. "Lilith was nowhere near ready to sustain his vigor, and when he used his own Domination on her..."

"They fueled each other into a self-destructive clash... that Lilith badly lost." Boadicea completed in a flat, mild voice. She could see the truth then, but it didn't provide much relief after years of suffering, hiding, fighting to stay alive and to save her sisters' life. Killer could barely imagine what it must have been like, and he fully accepted that she'd need time to look at him with any kind of true acceptance. So, much as it hurt him to do so, he remained silent, waiting as patiently as he could, trying to take solace from the admittedly great progress made in just a few hours and hoping that they could build on that.

"Her mind is hazy and falling apart rapidly. It has become harder and harder to get her to talk. Her masochistic side has grown much, much stronger and now inflicting pain on her just gives her pleasure. Years ago, beating her would get some precious information out, but now... not even the worse torture obtains anything." Boadicea explained, making a grimace as she lightly kicked into Lilith's ankle, only gaining a little grunt of pleasure from the fallen angel. "And she only ever allowed me to get a grip of her cheaper secrets... never allowed anyone near to the information that we truly need. It is up to you..." She pointed a finger to Alexis, before pointing at Killer. "... or you. She is obsessed with you, she is slavish to you. She might obey if you give her a command."

Alexis gave him a silent nod of agreement, and he slowly stepped forwards, walking past her legs, spread wide open as if to invite him, still long and strong and beautiful despite years of that torturous existence... and the closer he got to her, the harder her breath got, the more her swollen breasts heaved, more milk spilling from her fat nipples, more shivers rattling her form. With each step he moved, Lilith let out a cry of lustful agony, her ruined vagina flexing and attempting to clench closed as huge squirts of ht juice sprayed out with such force that the delirious demoness arched her back and clawed into the ground, shaking her head from side to side, eyes rolling up in her skull as she panted and squirmed. Each step he moved sent an orgasm exploding out of her, and Lilith let out a cry of mixed delight and agony, throwing her head back and arching her back so much that he thought for a moment that she'd snap in two halves. She was completely broken and helpless, a slave to his will, to his mere presence, and Killer scolded himself for liking it so much. When he was younger, when he had allowed his lusts to rule over his honor, he had ruined thousands of women, but this was a whole new level: she was no longer in control of anything about her life. A mere thought from him caused her to shriek in agony and trash on the ground as her body burned with pure pain, causing him to recoil slightly and immediately interrupt that experiment... but his cock twitched and swelled inside his pants, heat building up inside his goliath shaft as he admired the humiliating end of the queen of Hell, that he had raped into a broken puppet of which he held all the strings. Her grotesquely full and swollen belly was scary to see, and her once beautiful body now was unpleasant to the eye because of how immensely deformed she was. Her ruined, devastated holes were hideous, and yet he couldn't help but find them so alluring, his enormous cock throbbing with power at the idea of completing the job, of fucking her once more, of stretching out even more savagely those holes that no healer had been able to cure. Those bloody craters that had humiliated and horrified Satan, who had had to see his queen destroyed and filled with the semen of his enemy.

"I'd pay to see the face that Satan made when he saw that ruined cunt for the first time..." Alexis teasingly said, and Killer, while working hard to stay silent and show no pleasure in front of Boadicea, couldn't help but agree with her sentiment. The thought of the king of Hell powerlessly staring at holes gaping way too wide to ever be of use again for him was sweet, as was the thought of Satan uselessly attempting to cleanse his queen's womb from the gigantic sperms filling it up. Satan had been, effectively, defeated by Killer's potent sperms and completely outclassed by the liger's massive cock, and the huge male couldn't help smirking at the thought... before his mind filled with darker and worse images and thoughts, as he imagined how that huge, full belly would feel around his cock, how those unborn lives would feel as they were crushed and squished into bloody pulp. He stiffened for a moment and grimaced in horror at himself, almost growling against his dark side while shaking his head as if to physically force those obscure temptations out of his mind and reminding himself that the lives growing inside Lilith were his very own daughters. If you don't want to be called a monster, do not act like one...

He stopped near Lilith's face, and gazed coldly down at her as she panted and whimpered, trembling hard as she eyed the enormous bulge in his pants and her hips bucked weakly against the air, her nectar dribbling out of her in an almost steady flow as she struggled to reach out for his foot, to caress his heavy, armoured boots, purring in her throat like a kitten.

Killer slowly squatted down, resting his arms on his thighs, and Lilith panted harder and harder the closer he got to her, drool leaking from her jaws as her longue lolled out into her cleavage, her hand gripping with maniacal need into the toes of his boot as her hips bucked wildly and her ruined hole spilled out cascades of hot juice. "I seem to have left my mark on you, Lilith..." Killer idly commented, and the sound of his voice was enough to make her cry out in torturous delight, her entire body spasming violently and her heart racing so fast that they could almost see it pounding against the ribs from the inside, while her poor, annihilated cunt flexed and clenched so hard that it ripped, bleeding copiously and painting the puddle of her juices with a light shade of red. Killer grinned slightly at that, seizing one large horn and forcing her head back so that her eyes met his... and there, in her eyes, he was delighted to spot a malignant glint, loaded with hate and fury. The old Lilith wasn't completely destroyed... yet. Deep inside her own body and mind turned into prisons, the last shard of the proud, haughty, arrogant old Lilith still fought to survive. That discovery added to his pleasure and to his lust, and he was even more tempted to grab her by the ankles, bend her legs back past her shoulders and pound her into bloody pieces. But almost immediately he realized that "old" Lilith wouldn't last long enough for him to pull all of his long shaft out of his pants. She was losing fast, and her hate turned to complete despair as he effortlessly pulled her head up until her long tongue was tantalizingly close to the bulge in his pants, but just out of reach. "Yeah, lick it! Lick!" Killer teased as that long, serpentine tongue danced uselessly in the air, and the malignant light in the otherwise adoring eyes glowed brighter for a moment before trembling hard and vanishing, turning instead into tears that swelled out and rolled down cheeks that burned red with need.

Good riddance, bitch. He idly wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, and then licked up the salty liquid from his digits, savoring it. They were rich with energy... but by now he was so powerful that Lilith's force amounted to a very meager addition.

He offered her the palm of his hand, and the demoness immediately pushed herself up, leaning forth to bury her face against his palm, trembling, whimpering, and her tongue immediately wrapped around his index when he leisurely stretched it forwards. She took it in her mouth, lovingly, and she suckled on it, almost hugging his wrist, and Killer smirked and teasingly said: "Good girl... I need some information. You will give it to me, won't you...?"

The slavish, almost delirious female giggled a bit as she slowly pulled back, licking his finger clean until it came out of her mouth, and she half-lidded her eyes, nodding eagerly. "Of course, Master... everything you want...!"

"I can't fucking believe it." Boadicea disbelievingly muttered in front of that, and Alexis laughed and squeezed lightly into the sharkess's shoulder, leaning closer and whispering in her ear: "If you are wondering how he could do this, just consider this: you have to add more than twenty inches to my cock, to have an idea of his."

Boadicea swallowed visibly, but couldn't quite find words to offer in return, and Alexis smirked in entertainment before turning around to leave the room, seeing that her help with Lilith wasn't going to be necessary. She leisurely stroked her titanic black shaft, instead, licking her lips at the thought of burying her huge girth into Beshka and many others.

Killer had no difficulty in getting information out of Lilith. She was always ready and willing to give him everything he might ask, and the memory of her love for Satan was just as broken as her bloody holes. She didn't know the position of all of the power cores, but she had seen several during her long life, and Killer was pretty sure that taking those out would suffice. With every power core he took out, after all, his already monstrous power increased even further and he was getting better and better at controlling it, while the defences of the Central Spire weakened. He had to let a few weeks pass between the absorption of a power core and another, to truly assimilate all that energy and "tame" it, so to speak. For days after absorbing a power core he was unable to restrain his sizes to below sixty or more feet. In that state, he was simply terrifying, an unstoppable force of destruction. To ease the assimilation of all that energy he tried to use as much of it as he could, heading back to the mortal plane or to Heaven to literally feast upon the legions of Hell. No Horror could last more than an instant against him, and the armies of Hell were by now only useful as carpets that he walked upon. Other than those periods of "normalization", the process of absorbing all that power was by now easy and it came completely natural. In some ways, that ease terrified him, but in many others it simply delighted him. The power he had accumulated was fantastic, and it had allowed him to cleanse Heaven from every monster, army, legion and technological monstrosity that Satan had unleashed in it. Nothing could withstand his strength, and Hell's offensive had literally been crushed out of existence. Satan refused to surrender, but even he was forced to admit that none of his weapons was of any use anymore: the flow of new Horrors and new legions of clones dried up, and by the time Killer had absorbed the second power core, the war was virtually over. Satan no longer dared to send his troops to Heaven or to the Mortal Plane, and Typhon's own regiments of Paladins, Purifiers and Executors were nowhere to be seen. After so many years of suffering and after terrifying devastations that had almost extinguished life in the Mortal Plane, the fighting just ended, abruptly, turning into an uneasy truce filled with tears, sorrow and regret for everything that had happened.

Satan and Typhon still lived and still plotted new ways to conquer the pile of ruins that their greed had generated, so that the survivors struggled to think about their tomorrow. The mortals were still too terrified to leave their few Colonies, even though Killer, Alexis and the others were rapidly getting rid of the hordes of undead and mutated monstrosities that plagued the abandoned towns, the blackened wastelands and the poisoned, polluted seas. A major effort was required to purify the atmosphere and to clean up the land and the seas, before the mortals could even begin to think about resettling their world. Killer had begun, with great caution, some experiments to see if his power was sufficient to undo the damage and the results had been more than encouraging, but for the moment it was still safer to keep everyone in the Colonies, were they could be more easily and effectively protected.

The RA was still out there, after all. Their fleet was still sailing towards Lunis to lay siege to the island-state, and Killer deliberately spared them for later. The warships were in no way threatening to him, and he could annihilate them at leisure later on, just before they could cause any further harm to Lunis's people. In the meanwhile, he hoped that Sandy, maneuvering his submarine as close as possible to the enemy fleet, would be able to find out something more about the mysterious, elusive RA organization. Alexis had "listened" to the fleet in an attempt to read minds, but it had very quickly become evident that the fleet was populated only by clones and people with Spirit devices hooked into their brains. As such, they were not going to reveal anything. There was no real mind that she could read, only computers... But certainly those computers must transmit something. Those ships are covered in antennas, and not all of them are sensors. Surely they are in contact with other units... with other bases. That was where Sandy became invaluable. He could stealthily sneak up on the fleet and listen to their electronic communications and signals without spooking them into radio silence. A few more mortal hours, and we will know. Hopefully he can find out something useful.

The New World Order Army, amazingly, had not dropped its weapons either. They were still marching onwards through the tiger kingdoms of the south-east, especially through the desert expanses of Urania and Alfaya. A huge mechanized army, led by powerful armoured divisions and by a large number of Unmanned Combat Walkers not much different from those that the RA had once used against Killer, were giving hell to the traditional armies of the tigers down there, and were soon going to envelop and put under siege the very capital of Alfaya, the city of Saqqaura. Cerberus Raja, lord of Alfaya, was paying the price of centuries of oppressive domination over the weaker races, seen as inferior due to their weaker physiques and their being, in ancient times, literally the tiger's preys. Many generations of Raja family members had held the power in Alfaya: their reign was almost as ancient as that of the Huxley's upon Kesteven. Just as ancient was the coldness with which the two families saw each other: Kesteven had historically always been the innovator among the tiger's kingdoms, while Alfaya was the most extremely conservative exponent, so much so that when Kesteven had begun to grant more rights to the prey species, Alfaya had responded by becoming even more repressive. The New World Order Army had eventually appeared, when the oppressed prey species had resorted to use terrorism to, if not gain freedom, at least exact some revenge. Alfaya had been badly hit by the terrorist attacks, and Kesteven was not all that sorry about it: there was some justice in it. But then, the NWOA had begun to hit the other kingdoms as well, and Kesteven had been tormented almost more than Alfaya itself.

Killer's father had faced a succession of violent, massive attacks that had badly damaged the prospect of peaceful coexistence between tigers and preys, giving whole new arguments to those who said that preys could not be trusted and did not deserve any concession. Things had only gotten worse over the years, in particular after the leaders of the NWOA were caught by Alfaya's forces and executed. Instead of putting an end to the NWOA's story, that victory of the tigers had only inspired the birth and growth of a greater and more ambitious organization, which had culminated in the formation of Dark's army. An enormous armada of troops, excellently equipped with high tech and heavy weaponry supplied by the states of the south of the world, had moved into the tiger kingdoms and waged war against them, toppling several thrones and then pushing deep into Kesteven itself.

Killer remembered those days well. He was a young prince back then, and he had commanded his father's army. Not just that, he had transformed and modernized it, thanks also to what he had seen and learned in the time he had spent studying in a civilian college and in a military academy in Ire. Killer had shaped a modern, formidable fighting force that combined the tiger's extraordinary toughness and physical mass and strength to technology and modern weaponry. Always outnumbered, but never outgunned, Killer and his troops had defeated Dark again and again, finally ending that bloody chapter of history at Wycherley. At the end of the battle, Killer had fought his duel against Dark, and had won...

And yet, the NWOA didn't cease to exist. It continues to inspire new violence. For a long time, even after the fall of Dark, NWOA exponents had continued to focus on Kesteven. Why? Killer and his family had asked that same question after every bomb in the streets, after every sniper attack, after every assassination. It didn't make any sense. Why attacking those who treat you well...?

Now, the NWOA had an armada that put even that of Dark to complete shame. It was far larger and far better armed. And their target this time was Alfaya. Cerberus Raja, in his arrogance, still insisted to face battle tanks and combat walkers with muscles and swords and spears, and that, unsurprisingly, wasn't working out too well. His noblest warriors could heft a tank and throw it one hundred yards away, but they died in droves charging on foot through heavy artillery and cannon fire to get close enough.

Killer was horrified by the senseless massacre but was nonetheless determined not to rush into that battle until the NWOA armada proved to be a potential threat for his own lands and people; or until Cerberus Raja begged him to intervene. Killer wanted Cerberus to learn a few lessons from that experience, and among those was the lesson that he needed to treat Kesteven with respect, and make up for centuries of scheming, of insults, of traitorous plots and general unpleasantness.

Cerberus Raja was rarely seen in person on a battlefield, even though nobody could doubt of his strength and prowess: he was far more adept to pulling the strings from behind. The Raja family was without a doubt the richest in the entire world, since Alfaya, horribly arid and burned by the sun, was blessed by one thing: oil. The largest reserves of oil in the whole world were all located within its borders, including the gigantic "Ohara" offshore reserve, the greatest of all. Hundreds upon hundreds of extraction platforms were strewn across a vast expanse of sea, jealously protected by warships flying Raja's flag. The Raja family hated and despised the prey species, but did not hate their money at all: they had accumulated unimaginable treasures selling oil to the rest of the world. They had done so at prices very advantageous to themselves, but never going into extremes that the southern countries would not be willing to accept. And they had always been smart enough to protect their precious oil from the appetites of more technologically advanced southerners by striking alliances now with this, now with that powerful southern state, as well as by setting up proper defences. The only modern weaponry that Alfaya possessed was, unsurprisingly, used to make the oil fields inaccessible... and to ensure their timely destruction should the enemy come close to conquering them. The Raja family had kept possession of its oil fields by very publicly threatening to burn them all if anybody tried to take them away. Crude, but effective.

Killer didn't know Cerberus Raja well, but the few times they had met hadn't given him any reason to wish for a more intimate relationship. The qualities of the Raja family were exemplified by the state of their kingdom: the royal family living in indescribable luxury and with almost bottomless coffers full of gold, and everyone else starving.

He was not going to protect Cerberus's kingdom on his behalf unless he made a proper display of humility for once... and the liger was sure that he wouldn't have to wait much longer for it. People like Cerberus can change completely from dawn to sunset, if their way of life is threatened enough.

The situation In Heaven wasn't much better. Benevolents and Angels were just as hesitant as the mortals in leaving Eaglenest and the few other safe cities and fortresses in which they had found refuge. They just stared in horror at the ruins of Paradise, watching from the top of the walls that protected them. Entire Skies had been disintegrated, and the Meadows were a dead desert of ashes and gooey corruption. Towns and villages had been crumbled and on top of the ruins grew hideous plants and tentacles of Corruption, of the hellish kind and, far stronger, of the Killer kind.

Killer had protected them and saved them and beaten back the demons, but his ascension had radically changed the face of Heaven and many angels still couldn't accept the new reality. The new God's power crackled in the sky, and Eaglenest, immense and glorious and dark, loomed over the rest of Heaven as if to remind the old lords that their days of power were gone and would never return. The days of politics, in which the Council had enjoyed unlimited control over Heaven, were well and truly over. Heaven now literally kneeled before true, brutal power and no one could dream to challenge Killer's strength. The entire planet was soaked in the new God's power, and the very air tasted of him, of his virility, of his presence. Immense, corrupted forests, as beautiful to admire as they could be deadly, covered vast areas of Heaven, especially all around Eaglenest, for countless miles in every direction.

The Seraphims had ascended to new heights of power: once they had been as important as the Arkangels, no more and no less. But now the Seraphims' wings were black and their necks squeezed by collars, their bodies muscular and tattooed and marked with Killer's symbols. Their physical, magic and psychic strength had increased so much that the weakest of them could easily take on ten Arkangels.

The legions of Arkangels had been almost entirely annihilated. Most of the Arkangels had followed the example of their Lord and commander, Gabriel, and they had stuck to their oath well past the point in which it became obvious, to all of them, that the Council was mislead by Typhon. Vesta and the Seraphims had found the very special courage it took to break their oath and fight not for what they had promised to their Father and God, but for what was Right. Most Arkangels had chosen loyalty to their oath, and had continued to execute the Council's orders even when they became bloody, blasphemous, and totally incompatible with Lord God's teachings.

The few Legions that remained were the ones that had, in the end, switched side and joined Killer in his war against the Council. The others had ended, sometimes literally, crushed under Killer's boot.

They had been treated fairly during the war, and many Arkangels by now entirely trusted the liger despite the darkness that very evidently lurked within him, but many others just couldn't accept the new state of things. The movement of the Righteous was still strong in Heaven, even though it no longer dared campaigning publically against Killer, and there was no doubt that many Arkangels sympathized for them.

Killer was well aware of all the hostility that he still faced, and he hoped to be able to convince them that most, if not all, of their worries and prejudices weren't justified. But for the moment, he simply couldn't spare too much time and attention for them. They were not a threat to him or his loved ones, as they simply did not have the strength to pull anything off, and he was determined to first of all end his enemies once and for all. In the meanwhile, Anubis was using his patience and diplomatic talents to establish dialogue with as many lords and figureheads as possible, with some success. He was laying the foundations for a new political order, a job that was incredibly important but also incredibly boring and demanding. Killer and Alexis did not have the patience for such a task, but Anubis, thanks to his gentle and courteous ways, was doing better than his father had dared to dream. Vesta sat Anubis's side as often as possible, although not with any pleasure: she had moaned and flailed and protested when Killer had asked her to be the new head of state, but in the end she had grudgingly accepted the difficult task. She grumbled about it all the time, and groaned about how boring all the talks were, but when the time called for it, she was serious, up to date with everything, and complemented Anubis's accommodating ways with the necessary inflexibility. Despite her black wings, the collar and the tattoos that immediately showed the life choice she had made, she was always the queen of the Seraphims and everyone in Heaven recognized her, remembered her, and could not doubt of her loyalty towards Elelyon and his teachings and laws. She was the right person to lead the new course for Heaven, and her name still opened any kind of door in Heaven, and brought everyone, even grumbling Righteous exponents, to the table for the talks.

Typhon refused to surrender and refused to come out of hiding, and he also no longer dared to send his troops out, in an implicit admission of their uselessness. Typhon had nothing in his arsenal that could worry Killer, and he certainly didn't feel ready to face the liger in person. There could be no doubt about the fact that Typhon was frantically working on some new super-weapon of some sorts, desperately exploring the possibilities of both science and magic to find a way to stand up to Killer's fearsome strength, but for the moment he could only hide underground like a worm.

Typhon's hide-out was most likely somewhere deep beneath the capital of Hell, Caernarvon. Nobody could tell for sure, but Killer guessed that the arrogant ruling prince would try to stay under the protective umbrella represented by the fearsome presence of Juggernaut, the guardian of Heaven, the perfect force of destruction that God had created in the darkest hour of the Great Rebellion.

Killer had only read about Juggernaut and heard the stories from Gaia and Vesta, but he did not doubt of the extreme power of the beast sleeping under Caernarvon. The entire sprawling metropolis, and every other town of Heaven, took their power directly from his frozen body, which continued to generate energy at an immense rate, even after Eons. Hell's forces, even at the apex of their strength, had never dared assaulting the Capital directly, and that was another very eloquent sign.

Killer knew that, soon, he'd have to do the unthinkable and breach the walls of the White City, of the capital of Heaven, if he wanted to put the word end to the civil war and to the wider conflict. He couldn't allow Typhon to continue to plot in the shadows. He couldn't allow the Righteous to build up their forces in the capital, with the aim of one day waging a new war against him. He couldn't allow the few remaining hardliner senators that still opposed him to spell their poisonous accusations from the marble towers of the glorious city. He had to put the word end to all that... and if it meant awakening Juggernaut, he'd have to fight him too, and crush him, no matter how powerful the titan was.

Several members of the Council had, if not switched sides to join him, at least abandoned Caernarvon and their other hideouts and had visited Eaglenest seeking his pardon. He had shown mercy to them, in the hope of easing the rebirth of an orderly society in the post-war Heaven, and he had invited all of them to sit at the table with Vesta and Anubis to craft long-term agreements.

Some impressive results had already been obtained by those talks, but they meant little until the other senators, from the safety of Caernarvon, continued to harangue the crowds and promote the Righteous's actions against him.

Heaven remained perhaps the most worrisome part of what was, effectively, Killer's new domain. He still struggled to believe it and rarely, if ever, though of it in those terms, but the truth was that he was the new Lord God, the owner and Master of that entire corner of the universe... and many others, actually. Dozens of planets across the entire universe were his to command after the death of Virgil and so many others. He had effectively conquered the planets of all those gods that he had plucked out of Satan's mutated body and absorbed, and he had conquered many more by slaughtering other alien gods either in Sekhmeth's arena, during training, or by defending himself from their assaults. Satan, hidden in the safety of the Central Spire, had erected a massive antenna on top of the tower-castle and was broadcasting a message, as far as he could across the universe, telling the eager, greedy gods of far-away worlds where they could find their target. Many had already arrived, and more continued to arrive: they were the worst threat he still had to deal with.

At least until we find out who this "Lord Skyfall" is. The bastard that sent all of this disaster into motion.

He and Alexis had repeatedly tried to milk the minds of the alien gods for information before killing them, but nobody seemed to know anything beyond that bombastic title that the mysterious, self-proclaimed "overgod" used to introduce himself in his messages to his "servants". None of those gods obeyed him with the will to do so, but they effectively ended up doing his bidding all the same, by pursuing, with selfish aims, the target designated by Lord Skyfall.

The alien gods, especially when coming in groups, could be terribly dangerous still, so Killer couldn't drop his guard. The assassination attempts were constant as the stealthier types tried to end him swiftly and by surprise, while others assaulted him directly, seeking to overcome him in duels of raw power. Needless to say, he greatly preferred the latter.

He was training harder than ever, and Sekhmeth constantly called him to go into the arena and fight. He was making rapid improvements according to everyone, with the exception of her. The goddess of destruction only got more and more demanding with every day that passed, spurring him to do more and better and showing increasing impatience in front of his hesitations and prudence. The fact that he still hadn't snapped his last Seal delighted her because it meant his untapped potential was still vast, but also annoyed her because every day that passed without it breaking felt like failures.

Killer didn't know the exact number of planets that he now owned. He had had no time to try and find out, and had only visited very few of them. In a way, he was scared of the responsibility that such power implied: his home world lay in ruins and he was barely able to protect what remained; how could he ensure the safety and well being of so many other distant worlds? He had taken the basic precaution of keeping them close to him, and far away from the reach of vindictive alien gods: he had shrunk all those worlds down to tiny sizes and had given them to Alexis, Mriya, Ira, Vesta and others he trusted and that had the strength to defend them effectively. They wore them as jewels, kept others orbiting around their tails or around the high heels of their boots, in a display of power that was still mind-blowing every time he thought of it. They had absolute, unrestrained power over trillions of lives, and in any moment they carried around entire civilizations, dwarfing them and their history into insignificance. It was extremely arousing for someone as enamored of power as him, but it was also scary.

Hell was the place where things were going better. The Underworld doesn't minds corruption and loves nothing more than it does enormous, fearsome power, so that Killer's rule was not only accepted, but welcomed with open arms. With his definitive ascension, every last bit of resistance from ancient demonic families melted away like snow exposed to summer's sun. With the Central Spire visibly more and more vulnerable; with the Princes dead and Lucifer serving the new God; with Satan nowhere to be seen and his troops hiding away from Killer's wrath, all other lords of the Underworld saw that their only hope of survival was to get down on their knees and beg.

Temples were erected everywhere in his honor; the few fortresses that he still didn't control threw open their gates for him, and the forests born out of his Corruption were revered as places of power and seen as dark blessings from the new overlord. Their slavish willingness to kneel before him and celebrate him made things easier as he began to work on setting up a new form of government and control for the Underworld, but he was under no illusion: many of the lords that now smiled at him intensely wished for his fall in a near future. He could not expect enduring loyalty from demon lords: they were not real friends and most were probably never going to be. They feared him, and that drove their actions. His unmatched strength was what kept them in line, and he had to make sure they could never build up enough power to try and raise their heads again. In the long term, with Hell recovering from the devastation of the war, he couldn't exclude attempts to undermine his power. For the moment, though, even if they turned against him all together he could still crush them under his big toe and be done with it, so he wasn't worried.

For the future, he fully intended to preserve his edge, but he was also determined to use methods other than raw strength and fear. He wanted to understand Hell, to better integrate in its complex traditions and politics, and to keep them rolling on the right track. He had asked Ira and Kimera for help in understanding the history and the complex equilibrium that existed between the ancient families of Hell, and they had guided him through the tricky ins and outs of traditions, ancient laws and rules. Lucifer was also helping, even though it was clear that his days as Prince were well and truly over. Killer made it very clear that, given what had happened, he would never be put back in the same position of power he had enjoyed before. Lucifer had accepted it serenely enough, though. He hadn't expected any different.

Killer had carefully worked to get Boadicea involved as well, and despite her initial resistance she had grudgingly sat at the table and, once there, she had grown involved and interested in the process. Her help was proving extremely important at the table as it was on the battlefield. Boadicea and her Amazons had taken part in all of the battles and in the assaults on the Power Cores, and they had demonstrated all of their prowess in combat.

Away from the battlefield, the Amazons had needed some time to adjust to Killer's presence and to the idea of working with him. He was not just a male, he was one of the two males they especially hated and wanted dead. Working at his side was obviously awkward for them, but the murderous glares had mostly ceased within a few days. Killer had invited the Amazons to join the rest of his Disciples in one of the fortresses of Hell or even in Eaglenest, but they had always firmly pushed back against those proposals... and so he had asked to bring to their camp some of his girls instead. The warrior females had not been thrilled at first, but Alexis had rapidly caused a general change of attitude. She was an Amazon among Amazons, and could best any of them anywhere, anytime as she helpfully demonstrated in many training fights. She had no difficulties blending into the clan and getting accepted, and within days she was adored by mostly everyone. Those who still had some doubts were convinced in another way: with sex. Alexis was not just more of a female than any of them. Alexis was also, at the same time, more virile than any male other than Killer. In a clan desperately aware of its vulnerability in absence of numerical growth, with just one female giving birth and an instinctive repulsion for males, Alexis's gigantic cock and ultra-potent sperm were welcomed like Manna from the sky. She was no male, yet she could put them all to shame in their own field. She was Perfection in the amazons' view, and she had gladly demonstrated her superior strength and her virile power to all of the clan, becoming their favorite divinity, her voice carrying more authority than even Boadicea's. The Amazons claimed to hate males, but Alexis made clear that they weren't true lesbians: her cock made them squeal far too much for it to be possible. She had begun with Beshka and had turned her into a manifest of her power, forcing her down on all fours by the bonfire and pounding her poor holes for hours and hours. Beshka screams and groans had echoed over the encampment for an entire night, and the Amazons had stared at that spectacle in silence, until, late on the following morning, when Beshka was barely conscious and couldn't scream anymore, but just blow bubbles in the mix of drool and precum leaking out of her mouth and nostrils, Alexis had crammed her belly full with thick, enormous, almighty sperms. The proud, mighty Beshka had collapsed on the ground, barely conscious and groaning in bliss, and no doubt had any doubt about her bulging, enormous belly being blessed with new lives, especially since Alexis's outrageously enormous load gushed thickly out of the devastated holes and even then the goddess arrogantly pumped no less than eight more huge wads out of her cock and right over the ligeress, coating her from head to toe and far beyond.

Beshka had been only the opening act: Alexis had put her endless stamina on display by immediately moving on to another Amazon, fucking her just as powerfully, mercilessly crushing her face into the dirt and pulling her ass up into the air so she could ram home thrust after spine-breaking thrust, until the proud warrior female could take no more. Alexis chose her prey with shrewdness: she went first after the warriors that had more vociferously sided with Beshka and who could represent a problem for the following operations. Their hostility against Killer needed to be tamed right away and Alexis wanted to make sure they could not undermine Boadicea's command of the tribe in any way, so she picked them one by one. When one of them tried to protest that accurate selection, which inexorably became very evident after a while, Alexis gently but firmly shushed her and shoved her down to her knees, before cock-slapping her. It was slow, arrogant, patronizing... and it sent a collective shiver of delight through the clan. Alexis was a formidable bull, and she had no trouble crushing those young virgins into awed submission. The protest immediately died in the throat of the Amazon, and Alexis made sure to bury it for good by grabbing the female by the skull and fucking her face with brutal force. By the end of it, the Amazon was vomiting thick cum and more of the dense, potent batter was bursting out of her nostrils in ropes, while Alexis was grinning and already pushing her enormous cock against her little, virginal hole.

Killer ended up in the unusual position of the spectator, for once sidelined while Alexis's shaft demolished one virginity after another, flooding the encampment with thick cum, female juices and blood. Within days, half of the Amazons were confined into their tents, groaning weakly and with their bodies sore, bruised and spasming violently, their holes gaping wide and leaking with thick, eager semen and their bellies all full of new lives. It was a glorious spectacle, but Killer couldn't fully enjoy of it, as he had to refrain from pulling out his own goliath member while anywhere near the camp.

He had to walk into the jungle and get out of sight before relieving himself of all the lust that Alexis's actions put into his body, since he did not want any accident with the Amazons. Alexis was all too glad to accompany him, anyway, and she did everything she could - and she could do a lot - to make sure he enjoyed himself despite the frustrations of those early days.

His self control paid off, however: the Amazons increasingly warmed to him and to his unexpectedly respectful behavior. With some Amazons, namely the youngest, things proved to be much easier than with the older ones, but that had to be expected. The younger Amazons had been born already into the clan, and hadn't needed to fight for their lives from the very first moment of their lives, so they had less of a reason to hate him. Moreover, while he hadn't been there for the older girls, he was there for them. They could see him, they could talk to him, and he was all too happy to help them in any way he could. For the younger Amazons, it was not too late, and despite the grumblings and mutterings of their older sisters, many of them rapidly developed true affection for their father.

Soon enough, Killer ended up personally training several of the younger girls, sparring with them daily, and their admiration for him grew rapidly as they watched him smashing his way through the most defended underground fortresses of Hell to reach the Power Cores. They saw his formidable strength demolish every fortification and annihilate every resistance, every time with greater ease than the previous. They saw him cleanse Heaven and they saw Hell bowing in submission to him... and it was too much of a sight for them to ignore it, or to continue believing that all males were inferior. He certainly wasn't.

Alexis fed their curiosity and their admiration for their father, and when Ira, Vesta and the others visited the encampment, the Amazons talked to those goddesses too, trying to understand how females so proud, so powerful and so independent could be so happy about wearing heavy collars and marks of loyalty, if not willing servitude.

It was a gradual process, but progress was visible: when Ira spent a couple of days in the encampment after reporting to Killer about the latest developments in the talks with the demon lords, she was always surrounded by groups of Amazons who asked loads of questions and then, while listening to the answers, shot frequent gazes at the huge male if he was around.

Boadicea herself spent a long evening sitting by the fire together with Ira. The cobra told her how she had met Killer, how they had become friends, then lovers. The two females had a lot in common: both had gone through hell because of their parents. Ira had been abused by her father until she had found the strength to kill him to free herself, and her mother... well. She never was much better than Lilith had been to Boadicea.

Ira and Boadicea soon began good friends... good enough that Ira unclasped her collar for a brief moment, to let the sharkess gaze at the glowing "daughter" writing on the inside of it. The sharkess had been deeply impressed by the happiness that filled Ira when she talked of her "dad", but she refused to drop her shield and weapons. Boadicea still feared a new disappointment if she allowed her wishes of the moment to have the best of her and erase the painful memories of the past.

However, that first friendship already had changed things forever, and by a lot. Boadicea's ways around Killer softened and, more importantly still, the queen of Amazons decided to talk to the other Disciples as well, to better understand the father that she had always hated without knowing him.

Alcana's tale, of how Killer had given her relief after all the suffering she had gone through because of Taranis; and the story of Kimera and Manticora had particularly impressed her, again... and Killer hoped that, soon enough, Boadicea would have finally matured the decision to talk directly to him. He didn't dare pushing or urging her in any way, no matter how tempted he was to do otherwise. He knew she needed her own time, and he did all he could to give it to her, while at the same time making it clear that, whenever she wanted, he would be there for her.

And then, one afternoon, he walked out of the camp and delved deeper into the jungle to relieve himself from the accumulated arousal that came from seeing Alexis impregnating another four toned, muscular, beautiful warrior females. He made sure to put more distance between himself and the camp than on previous occasions since he had already noticed several times that some of the younger Amazons followed him to spy from a distance when he pissed. He did not mind having an audience when pissing and he had always been glad to play along, pretending not to know they were there but giving them very good angles and views, but he did not want to be followed by anyone other than Alexis when it came to more serious business. Not yet, at least. He did not want to risk compromising the good progress made.

Alexis had reached him within minutes, but she was not alone: two of the young amazons were with her and when they reached him, without a word, they pulled their leather armours off to reveal their strong abs and their firm, large, splendid breasts.

He had awkwardly tried to resist, because he was worried by what would happen if Boadicea found out, but the three females hadn't let him off the hook, and the two Amazons had dropped their leather skirts next, moving over to him with their hips swaying, their hunger burning in their eyes as they gripped into his immense black shaft and teased it towards mighty, arrogant erection. After days spent admiring the warrior females without being able to touch them, those two young and virginal and beautiful Amazons were just too alluring, too perfect to turn them down. They had polished his enormous shaft with their tongues, making it shiny with their drool, and they had hefted his huge all-male balls, wondering at their size and weight and power... and he had fucked their faces, turning their beautiful features into matching messes of thick precum, bubbling drool, smeared make-up and sweat, his hands squeezing into their skulls, easily dominating them... and then they had gone down on their backs and had spread their long, muscular, spectacular legs for him, trembling in fear of his monstrous sizes but looking up at him hungrily at the same time... and he had annihilated their tight holes, shattering their virginity and leaving no sign of it having ever been a thing. They had clung to his waist as best as they could while he pounded them with the hunger that came from having lived amongst them and their sisters for so long without having a chance to touch any of them. He was ravenous, and the two Amazons were just as eager to explore his body and learn all about his strength. Alexis had watched and enjoyed the show until Killer had invited her in, and before long the two lovers were split roasting one of the two young females, kissing hungrily over her form as it bulged out of shape with the size of their enormous rods.

They had had just as much fun with the other young girl, and then they had split, with Killer coming into camp from a different direction and at a different time than Alexis, who went back with her massive shaft still erect, leaking thick cum while she easily carried the two exhausted, unconscious Amazons on her shoulders. Nobody could doubt Alexis's ability to demolish two young virgins in that fashion after seeing her in action for weeks, and the goddess, to leave no one wondering, had beckoned to another Amazon and put her mouth to work on her bloodied, sperm-drenched cock.

No one had asked questions, and Boadicea herself had showed no worry or suspect. If anything, the sharkess had betrayed her growing interest in Alexis's spectacular vigor and in her life-making cock. Killer at one point caught sight of the queen of Amazons slowly licking her lips, thighs grinding together languidly as she leaned back against the structure of the command post's tent and watched the hermaphroditic goddess claim another young womb.

The only reason why only half of the clan was crippled in bed in blissful exhaustion and heavy pregnancy was that it had been decided to always leave a healthy number of warrior females fully ready for combat. Alexis didn't leave the Amazons in any doubt about her ability to knock up them all: every day she stood in the center of camp and jerked off a couple of massive loads, one in the morning and one in the evening, with the help of many worshipful hands and mouths and tongues.

Killer regularly got part of the fun at that point: after the first two young and courageous Amazons had approached him, more followed with every day that passed. The younger ones were the first, but the more mature ones - it was really impossible to think of them as "older" when they were in their twenties at most - were progressively becoming more and more common appearances as well as the feelings of all Amazons towards him radically changed and improved.

Killer felt pretty well about things. There were still enormous problems to deal with, and the gods coming from all corners of the universe were a constant concern, but his strength kept growing and with it grew his confidence in the future. He was beginning to think like a god and fight like a god, not just like an incredibly powerful mortal, and that made an enormous difference. It was far harder for enemy divinities to directly affect his actions and his body and health, like Virgil used to so easily do: now few had the sheer strength needed to overcome his defences. On the other hand, he was getting better and better at affecting others around him: apart from his incredibly powerful and lust-inducing aura of domination, which could get even enemy divinities on their knees, leaving them drooling before him, waiting for his commands like pets; he now mastered many other abilities. He had used his Corruption with excellent results against Satan, Asmodeus and Astaroth and he had only gotten better and more lethal at it since. He could easily corrupt lesser gods, mutating them and shattering their minds to turn them into obedient thralls. He could poison them and generate horrendous sickness within their forms, robbing them of their strength and of their mass, consuming them into husks. He could cause their weapons to rust and rot away to dirt: he had turned an entire fleet of star battleships into nothing but a cloud of rust particles in one memorable occasion and had melted a different fleet, mutating its material composition to the point that solid metal alloys had turned into nothing but black, terrible corruption that he had re-absorbed into his body, boosting his strength even more. There was no telling how many lives had been onboard the thousand of starships, but what was well known was that within a handful of seconds they were all gone, melted out of existence. The god that had guided them towards Earth didn't last much longer either.

In many fights he could now win comfortably without using more than 20% of his power, even when facing multiple alien divinities, and that was true even when meeting enemies stronger than Virgil had been. Vesta had estimated that his current 20% was greater than his 75% effort at the time of the battle against Virgil, and that was a clear indication of just how rapidly his possibilities were now expanding. For the longest time he had felt uneasy around divinities, who were, when not far more powerful than him, at least far more expert and able to use all of their abilities to the max, putting him always in huge difficulty. Now things were much different: he had learned a lot, and he finally felt like he was getting somewhere.

He was especially happy about the progress made with the Amazons. Not because several of them had ended up sucking his cock, much as that pleased him, but because none of them looked at him with hate anymore. Several were still pretty cold towards him, yes, but no one now grumbled when he picked up the heavy training weapons from the clan's blacksmith and gave lessons to the younger warriors. They trusted him enough, at least until they had him in sight and in easy reach, to let him spend time with his younger daughters without poking his back with spears. Yep. That's progress.

The incredibly heavy training sword, roughly mimicking Wyvern's shape but weighting over twice as much, clanged loudly when another heavy blade smashed into it, and Killer grunted in surprise at the strength of the blow, which shook him out of his thoughts and reflections. The offending blade tried to push his sword out of the way, but failed, and so the toned, slender female before him used her speed and grace to spin out on his side, angling her sword down to strike at his hip.

The huge male back-stepped easily and moved his own massive weapon in the way, parrying the assault before swinging outwards, sending the female staggering backwards... but the Amazon gracefully exploited his push to move rapidly onto his opposite side, surprising him, a wide smile spreading on his lips as the training sword of the young female rushed towards his armpit, before he stopped it by grabbing it in his free hand. The metal groaned desperately and crumbled in his grip before he reminded himself of just how much he had to subdue his physical strength, but the Amazon didn't seem to mind, only leaning forwards to get closer, her eyes sparkling with entertainment and playfulness as she teased: "You are distracted, father. I almost got you, there."

"Almost being the key word. There is no almost in a fight: you either win, or you die, Shine." Killer easily replied, smiling softly down at the young Amazon. She was one of the youngest in the clan, and that was probably part of why she had warmed up so much and so rapidly to him. She had had less time than most to build up hate and resentment against the male that had put her in mommy's belly with a violent rape before vanishing from her life. Shine had been one of the very first few girls who had hesitatingly approached him to exchange a few words. He still remembered how nervous and uncertain she was at the beginning, when, thinking of the stories she had heard about him, she feared that he might just shove her down into the dirt and rape her, or worse. Instead, she had found someone who was more than willing to listen, and who answered every question with honesty, never trying to deny his faults. They had only traded a few words, that first time... but the following day she had already found the courage to approach him again and ask for the story of his meeting with Lilith. Why had he abandoned the fruits born out of his own seed? She had listened to the story with great attention, and she hadn't contested any of his claims: after seeing him in action against Satan and after seeing him tear apart the defences around the Power Cores, she had no difficulties imagining him dealing with all of the Princes of Hell at once.

The following day she was back again, and had asked him to tell her more about his past fights... and then she had asked him to train her. They had grown close since then, and he had guarded her back while she killed her first few Gigataurs during one of the last great fights, before Satan ceased to send his troops out. He only made sure that no one could assault her in the back while she was busy with her opponents, when he could have easily crushed all of them out of existence, but that was exactly what Shine wanted: for the Amazons, winning a battle against a Gigataur was a real rite of initiation: the first victory against one of those massive beasts brought with it maturity, and the status of "true" Amazon. With it, the young females left their common rooms in the back of the command tent and they gained the right to build their own tents. The more Gigataurs an Amazon managed to take down, the more honor she conquered... and the more pelts she had to expand and decorate her tent.

Killer had helped Shine flay the fallen Gigataurs and together they had built her tent on top of one of the huge mutant trees. Thanks to his teachings and to her own strength and talent and courage, she had enough pelts to add a room for him.

Until then, he had slept outside and he had no problems continuing to do so, but her offer had deeply touched him and he hadn't hesitated in accepting. That same night, when they went up in the tent to get some sleep, she walked into his room just as he stepped out of his armor, wearing only his boxers. She had already discarded her armor, and she had only a Gigataur pelt wrapped around her young, toned, fresh body. She had pushed him gently back in his bed and had knelled expectantly before him, holding on to his knees. She hadn't needed a single word: her eyes did all the speaking, begging him to truly mark her passage into the mature age. Moments later, they were both naked and she was tongue-polishing his enormous flaccid shaft, dumbfounded, but not surprised, to discover that he was much bigger than even Alexis... Her sex was still tightly sealed and virginal, since they did not want to have trouble with Boadicea, but her mouth, hands and breasts and even feet knew his goliath cock very well.

"Don't try to wriggle away from me, dad... What is it; is it almost time for you to... go take a piss?" Shine whispered, her eyes gleaming with lust and complicity as she winked at him. "Because if you have to piss, I want to come and shake it for you..."

"You are such a naughty girl, Shine." Killer whispered back, smiling in entertainment, and the Amazon nodded in easy agreement before playfully listing: "Well, I'm your daughter; my mother is Lust incarnate and I am discovering just how fun it can be to be naughty, so... are you actually surprised?"

"Touché!" Killer admitted, before Shine moved back a couple of steps, idly swinging her heavy training sword before spinning it in her hand, watching as Killer shouldered his own weapon. Training with tools that weighted twice as much as the real ones remained a helpful form of training, even for divinities like them... the difficulty came with finding the materials to craft a suitably heavy weapon with.

The other young Amazons that were training in couples and small groups around them paused their own fights, wiping sweat off their faces and giving Killer smirks that left him in no doubt about their thoughts. They hadn't heard his and Shine's words but could easily imagine: all of them had already shaken his heavy shaft more than once. Mriya and Elaine, who were sparring a few steps away, swinging the heavy, massive Praetorian spears, retreated into ready positions and turned to smirk knowingly at him, the light in their eyes telling him that they were just as eager to help. Somehow, he hadn't yet given in to their constant, playful teasing, and as his eyes fixed on some pearly droplets of sweat rolling slowly down their divine cleavages, he asked himself how he had managed to resist. He sincerely couldn't find an answer, and he also was finding it very complex not to pick them up right there and then, to have some sweaty fun in the shadow of the forests. The two goddesses looked absolutely splendid, with their muscles made all the more evident by the light sheen of battle sweat; with their thighs bulging with power as they stood tense and ready, and with their prodigious breasts straining their exercise tops... which were cut short to give him a monumental amount of underboobs to stare at.

The huge male, however, shook his head slightly and began to correct the mistakes he had noticed in the sparring duels all around him. "Shine, when you face someone bigger and stronger than you, you need to be extra careful about where and when you try to land a blow. If you give me the chance, I'll seize your weapon and tear it out of your hand. At best, you end up disarmed; at worst, you end up open and exposed for my counterstrike."

Shine nodded, and Killer moved over to another of the girls, gently correcting her stance and suggesting a better way to parry an assault and exploit its energy against the attacker... before looking up as Ira approached, grinning gamely and carrying two massive, heavy training-Katanas that she used for practice. Boadicea walked at her side, balancing a copy of Satan's Bane upon one shoulder.

"Oh, gods. It's that time again." He mumbled, and the girls around him snickered, knowing how intense and heated the training duels between Killer and his mentor could get... especially when Boadicea decided to tag along, as she had done frequently in the last few days. A moment later, however, he spotted another figure following the two goddesses, and a warm smile conquered his muzzle as he headed towards them and exclaimed: "It's nice to see you, Kathy! I did not expect you to come here... have you escaped from mom?"

"Mom knows that I'm here, daddy." Katy softly corrected, before Ira snorted and added: "And she wants you to know that..." She paused and cleared her throat, before resuming in a remarkable imitation of Sylvia's voice: "If he doesn't bring her back safe and sound, I'll tear his balls off and use them to club his skull into pulp."

"She didn't say 'useless' skull, though. She wouldn't have left that out, in the past." Killer mildly observed, and Ira nodded in acknowledgement, before adding: "She also implicitly compliments you for the weight of your balls, technically."

"Ira!" Katy exclaimed, shoving into the back of the muscular cobra, who only snickered and moved an extra step to get out of reach. Katy struggled not to laugh herself, and for a brief moment she rubbed a hand over her muzzle to hide her wide smile. She carried a heavy training sword of her own, and was clad in Gigataur-leather garments to protect her from heavy impacts that the blunt practice blades delivered. "I had to insist a lot, but in the end mom folded. You've been here for ages, dad! If my trainer doesn't come to me, then I must be the one who moves."

"I'm sorry, Katy. I swear, I thought we would be back much sooner, but... things got busy." Killer said, cutting short at the end because he did not want Boadicea to get in any way offended. He was there for her and for his other daughters, to try and show them that he could be a good father. He did not want to come and go: they had missed him for more than long enough as it was. And since the clan refused to move from its base, he couldn't get back to his own. "It's so nice to have you here!"

"It's nice to be back together, daddy." Katy gently remarked, stepping forwards and hugging him, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into his massive form, pushing up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. Katy was still, and always would be, his quintessential "little girl", but the wonderful truth was that she wasn't that little anymore. Ever since Katy had found out that he was her father, and very evidently since they had started living together, training together, studying together in Eaglenest and then even in the fortresses of Hell, she had been growing. After millennia of perennial childhood, at least on the physical side, she had started to develop and her growth had never stopped again. Like they had guessed with Vesta's help, her frozen physical development was a rare but not unheard off effect of her tragic conception. Killer, when still young and reckless, had raped Sylvia and left her pregnant... but also so badly broken that she had died very soon afterwards. Sylvia had become a Benevolent in Heaven, a good soul that deserved the serenity of paradise but that did not possess the purity needed to become a fully fledged angel. The lust she had felt while Killer brutally conquered her body had been so intense and so masochistic that it had tarnished her light forever, leaving her stained with the sin. Katy had been born in Heaven and, unlike her mother, she was an angel with beautiful, luminous wings... but the absence of her father from her life had left a hole so great within her that only her mind grew and developed. Her body remained that of a little child.

Nobody in Heaven had been able to correct that, and Katy had by now resigned to the idea of having the body of a child for all her life, when Killer had arrived.

Now Katy was a woman, and a splendid one at that. Her body had fully matured and she now looked twenty-some years old. Fresh, young, toned and beautiful. She had grown far taller than her mother, and on tip-toes she had no difficulties kissing Killer without him having to bow down... something extraordinary considering that when they first met he could almost literally keep her in one hand. It was obvious, and expected, that his genetics were prominent within her.

She hadn't just grown taller, she had fully developed: her top was stretched over sizeable, perfectly shaped breasts and her nipples showed through the light fabric. Her swells were firm and perfect, sitting high on her chest and just begging to be squeezed, but he resisted the temptation, only taking a good, long look at her cleavage. Her buttocks were just as shapely and perfect, and she was rapidly building up a solid musculature thanks to their training and a lot of weight lifting. Even slender as she was, Katy could lift monstrous amounts of weight with absolute ease. She was even stronger than she looked, and that was saying something because she looked plenty strong to start with. Back in Eaglenest and then in the castle that they had kitted up as their base in Hell, Katy regularly weight lifted in company of Mriya and Elaine and while she could not match their sheer power, she had displayed enough strength to leave both goddesses deeply surprised. Powerful abs could already be clearly seen and her biceps had grown considerably, in bulk and in tone. They bulged tantalizingly with every little movement she made, and Killer gently squeezed into her arms, smiling as she flexed for him, letting him feel the bulk and steely hardness of her muscles until he asked: "Extra work-outs?"

"Well, your absence left a hole in my schedule." She gently replied. "Ira gave me lessons when she could, but the rest of the time, I figured, would be well spent lifting." She smiled warmly, and Killer gave a little nod. Living around Alexis, Vesta and the others had undoubtedly had an effect on Katy: she admired them so much that she had started working out and training to be more like them, in looks and in skills. The first part of her life had been mostly devoted to books and knowledge and she had no intention of stepping away from her beloved scrolls and papers, but as she often repeated, "Vesta proves that you can pursue both things". Sylvia had not been entirely happy about the new favorite pastime of her daughter, and that had generated several amusing scenes when Katy, so much taller and bigger than her mother, bowed her head patiently and justified herself while Sylvia reprimanded her. It was impossible not to smile at the sight, considering that a look at Katy's arms was enough to imagine her snapping Sylvia in half like a twig. Katy, of course, would never, never even think about raising a hand against her mom. She had won her over by telling her how all her training made her able to defend herself. Sylvia, who only ever wanted to protect her daughter and see her happy, had been unable to argue against that simple truth, and had given her authorization. What she still hated about Katy's musculature was the awareness that Killer loved it. Sylvia was worried that Katy might just be doing all that not because she truly wanted it, but because of him... She feared that her little girl might fall victim of the undeniable magnetism of the huge male, just like she had, so many years previous, when he wasn't god... but already looked like one, so much bigger and stronger than anyone else. That was why Katy's change of dressing habits had caused Sylvia to put up an even more determined wall of denials and reprimands. As a forever-child, Katy had always covered her little body in wonderful, conservative dresses that her mother sewed for her. They were masterpieces of embroidery, with wonderful designs of lace that had always made Katy proud and had helped her feel less ashamed of her tiny, baby body. Now, however, Katy no longer felt the need to hide her body and deflect the gazes away from her and onto the dress. Now she was proud of her tall, muscular, beautiful form and she wanted to put it on display. She had started wearing boots and high heels and she was no longer interested in hiding her legs with long, flowing skirts, nor did she want to hide the mighty abs she had built up with all that training. Her mother, of course, did not approve of those ideas, and did all she could to prevent it from happening. Katy, although with great regret, had resorted to buying clothes in shops instead of wearing the dresses that her mother, with never ending love, had always sewn for her.

That snub had hurt Sylvia in ways that were hard to describe and difficult to understand for those who didn't know that little family, of mother and daughter, who had been alone against the world for so long. Katy had suffered a lot for it, too, and for a long while she had apologized every time she headed for the door, clad in skimpy shorts and tops that her mother hadn't made and did not approve. Sylvia every time ordered her to change, but Katy had refused to fold: she apologized and bowed with the deepest and most sincere respect, but never went back to her room.

In the end, Sylvia had surrendered, albeit grumpily, and now Katy wore clothes that her mother sew for her, according to her new tastes: lace stockings, as black as the night, reaching up to the middle of her strong thighs; miniskirts or shorts of leather or lace and corsets that had transparent and wonderful drawings of lace over her powerful abs and cups that underlined the perfection of her breasts. She preferred to keep her hair rather short and combed in bangs mostly angled to one side, and together with the whole new self-confidence in her sapphire eyes it gave her a seductive, tough look, independent and proud. She already had a few tattoos planned, she had told him in confidence, but was waiting out on them because she did not want another fight with her mother so soon after the last one. They were both aware of how much she resembled his Disciples, how she was modeling herself on them, and there was no denying the fact that it was a prospect that horrified Sylvia. Katy, however, had made her choice, was enjoying it, and had no intention of changing course. The love for her mother was immense, but so too was the love for her father... and the satisfaction she felt about her new self, her new life.

He kissed her lovingly on the forehead, then on both cheeks, and she laughed a bit before gripping the neck of his armor, dragging him down a bit so she could kiss him again, and her tongue teasingly sought out his, nudging it, pushing it, until he hungrily wrestled her back, wrapping his arms around her form and easily hefting her off the ground, spinning once on the spot. "It's great to have you here."

"Wait before you say that. I'm going to ask you a big one." Katy quietly replied, smiling lovingly at him, and he frowned a bit in curiosity, but immediately stated: "Whatever you need, Katy. I will do any and everything for you, you know that."

"Well, yeah... but... technically, I'm the one who... wants to do something for you." Katy hesitatingly said, before grinning awkwardly as she gathered all her courage and announced: "I want to become a Praetorian."

"Oh, crap." Killer said, half-laughing and half-chocking on the news, which on one side filled him with happiness and pride, and on the other haunted him with apprehension. "You realize that we were delaying your tattoos not to face your mother's wrath, yeah...? We'll have to run all the way to Antarctica to escape from her fury if you tell her that."

"I know..." Katy quietly admitted, but she only nuzzled his thick muzzle, leaning into him and lightly kissing his neck. "But it is what I want to do in life. I've thought about it a lot and... the wish to stay with you never goes away."

"You will be with me even without being a Praetorian, Katy. I'll always be there for you. There is nothing you must do for me." Killer gently countered, taking her cheek in one hand and smiling at her with affection. "You are my daughter, my angel, my little girl... and I will never let you go."

"I know, daddy... but this is not about what I need to do. It is about what I want to do." Katy said, before leaning her forehead against his thick chest, grinding into him with love. "Remember that day, in the alley...? You protected me then, and you've always defended me and cared for me. I want to care for you in return... in more tangible ways than just by being a good daughter."

"I do not know what to say, Katy... your wish honors and touches me. But..."

"Just say yes, daddy. Mom... well, mom will have to understand." Katy said, looking up at him with a sad smile. "I love mom, but... I won't allow her fears to keep us apart in any way. We could be a true family if she just let go of the past."

"It is a past that is difficult to forget, Katy. Never blame Sylvia... I gave her good reasons to hate me." Killer quietly reminded, and Boadicea, who stood just a couple of steps away, tilted her head to the side slightly, looking surprised and interested and confused and... maybe even touched.

"You also gave her very good reasons to move on, though, and trust you." The cat replied, before sighing and shaking her head slowly. "She still loves you, you know...? She pretends not to, but she has never stopped desiring you. A different, ideal you, in some ways... but you. And now that you resemble more and more the good, caring male that she dreamed of, she feels her attraction growing, day after day... and she hates herself for it."

"Don't... don't project on Sylvia your own feelings, Katy." Killer cautioned, but the young feline shook her head slowly and then kissed his masculine chest. "I don't, daddy. I don't have myself for loving you, even knowing how I came to life. You never treated me in anything other than the best of ways... I could never hate you. The awareness of what once was... is buried away. For mom, of course, it is much different, and much more complex." She paused, and gently took his hands in hers, pulling him away from the young Amazons as she retreated by a few steps. "I hear her crying, every night. She curls up in bed and cries. It... is hard for me to withstand. I want to help her, but my words don't seem able to breach the wall of her fears. She hates herself for still loving the one who destroyed her life and her family. She hates herself because she can't even remember the face of her boyfriend, who adored her and treated like a queen, but remembers every bit of you and still feels attracted to you. And she cries every night because she knows... she knows that she can't keep me away from you. We are both yours, and always will be." She paused again, looking up at him with a warm, loving smile, amused by his hesitation and by the countless thoughts she could imagine crowding his mind in that moment, until she finally said: "I know that she expects me to join you. I'm sure of it as much as I'm sure that she dreads the day when I'll tell her. It doesn't matter, she'll have to get used to it. Your word is what I want to hear. Will you accept me as your Praetorian...?"

"I... I will never deny you what you need to be happy." Killer replied after a moment of hesitation, and Katy smiled warmly, closing her eyes for a moment as she whispered: "That's very kind and sweet of you. But please, just say yes. Say that you'll have me..." She lowered her voice even more, and squeezed into his omnipotent arms as she completed: "... in every sense."

"Yes, Katy. I'll have you." Killer finally said, and the feline beamed with joy and pride, hugging him tightly and only loving him even more when he hugged her back and whispered: "Together, we will do all it takes to ease the blow on Sylvia. I don't want her to cry any more... she shed more than enough tears. I want her to be happy... and I promise you that, together, we will bring her out to see the light again."

"Thank you, dad. It means a lot to me... and I know that, if you promise, you'll deliver, no matter what it takes." The feline girl said, smiling at him with affection, before turning towards Mriya and Elaine, cheerfully shouting: "He said yes!"

"You rock, sis!" Mriya approved, and Elaine pumped her fist in the air, grinning widely as she exclaimed: "Welcome to the Guard, sis!"

"Oh. Of course. It was all planned out!" Killer amusedly remarked, shouldering his training weapon and holding the other hand on his hip as he looked at the three females, who had gotten very close over time, spending time in company whenever they had a chance to do so, going out together and plotting their next sensual assaults on their father .They were a beautiful and "dangerous" alliance he had to deal with... and he loved every moment of it. Savannah was part of the group as well, but the zebra was pregnant and couldn't get around much. She was safe in Eaglenest, waiting for the birth of her children, and that was both a blessing and a curse: a curse because it sidelined her somewhat and ultimately forced her to delay her training for becoming Praetorian, and a blessing because being the only one who had experienced Killer in bed gave her bragging rights.

"It sure was! Katy told us about her intentions and we told her all she needed to know." Mriya shamelessly confirmed as she and Elaine ran over and hugged their smaller sister. Elaine hefted Katy high up over her head and spun on the spot as they cheerfully celebrated that first success. Mriya sauntered sexily over to her father instead, and she gently hugged his massive arm, kissing his shoulder and licking up a couple of drops of battle sweat, savoring it as her eyes burned with flames of lust and purpose that was so very Alexis-like as she leaned up and whispered in his ear: "So you get all three of us to play with... and you know how we like to do things together. You can have us sitting side by side, with our thighs open..."

She teasingly licked his cheek before he could reply, and she turned back to embrace Katy, while giving him a perfect sight of her firm, sculpted buttocks, more perfect than any work of art could have realized.

When Mriya let go of her, Katy looked up at Killer with a little smile, pulling up her practice sword and asking: "So, can we begin, then...? I will need to train harder to be ready to become a Praetorian."

"Ready when you are." Killer cheerfully replied, beginning to take a ready position as Katy shifted into her own, her face betraying all of her concentration as she recalled everything she had learned up to that point. It was both one of her strong and of her weak points: she was amazingly smart and receptive and learned quickly and well. She never forgot a word of the suggestions and instructions she received... on the other hand, she still depended too much on those lessons. She tended to over-think, and in battle that could be very bad. She needed a better instinct for split second decisions... but Killer was convinced that, with practice, it would follow naturally.

He beckoned for Katy to make the opening move and she nodded nervously before sprinting forwards with a speed that was so much greater than last time to leave him surprised... and he was even more surprised when his instinct shrieked at him and he threw himself to the side to avoid one of Ira's heavy practice Katanas, before the second caught him hard on the knee, making him yelp in pain and half-hop on the spot. "What the hell?"

"You said you were ready. Clearly you were not." Ira simply replied, and she stepped forwards with another assault, one Katana shooting down for his ankles, and he leapt past it just to awkwardly parry the swing of the second blade as it rushed towards his throat, before Katy swung in low, ducking under his defence and stabbing her sword towards his abs, missing only narrowly as he twisted out of the way and lashed out a kick that forced her to roll back. "Your guard should always be high. I still catch you every time." Ira insisted, and Killer grunted before muttering: "I hate you."

"Training should never be wasted. We have to make sure it is useful for you as well." Ira cheerfully offered as justification, grinning as she rapidly and elegantly moved forwards, her twin Katanas slashing so rapidly that they seemed to come from every direction at once, and Killer did his best to block the assault, using his massive blade to push back against her, their muzzles almost touching as he leaned forth over the clanging metal. Her emerald eyes glinted playfully and she moved forth to fleetingly lick over his lips, but at the same time she lashed out a vicious sweep kick that forced him to leap past not to be knocked down to the ground. Both Katanas swung hard up in a rising hook, and he used the false Wyvern to slam both blades backwards, his strength so ferocious that the cobra was slammed dozens of feet backwards, her boots digging trenches into the solid ground as she tried to stay put. He smirked in satisfaction at that, but before he could follow up, Katy swept in from the side and stabbed her sword towards his hip, forcing him to move in the opposite direction, twisting his wrist to bring his large blade down to act as shield. "Check the position of your pushing leg, Katy. You'll fall over if you don't have a good grip." Killer remarked, and as he swung his weapon upwards, the much smaller girl was indeed sent staggering backwards... but Katy allowed herself to fall back, caught on her hands and went into a perfect backwards handspring that brought her out of the way of his counterattack. "That was good!"

"Mriya has given me a few precious lessons." Katy replied, smiling at him with affection even as she slammed her sword down on his training weapon, trying to keep the blade from raising up again as she rapidly closed the distance... and when he lashed out a kick, she all but leapt onto his extended leg, stomping on it and going into a somersault, her boots missing his chin by mere millimeters as he bent backwards with a wince. "Let me guess: Alexis gave you lessons too...?"

"Gotta learn from the best." The feline teasingly confirmed, and Killer grunted as he was taken in the middle, Ira assaulting him from the right and Katy from the left, testing his speed as he turned to face the cobra, still by far the most dangerous of the two, knocking back the Katanas and then swinging his blunt but terribly heavy weapon down under his armpit, smashing Katy back with a grunt.

"That's not fair, though. I thought you were the kind and loving daddy girl in the bunch, and instead you ask everyone for the better way to club me to death." The huge male playfully complained, as the young Amazons grouped up to enjoy the show, some of them laughing at his words. Boadicea stood nearby as well, not joining the other warriors of her clan and instead leaning back against a huge tree, looking thoughtful. Her eyes followed every move of that frenetic training fight, but Killer immediately realized that her interest was centered on completely different aspects: she knew plenty about fighting, but still little about the pleasures of being part of a family. Even a crazy one like ours.

Ira used her chains, whipping them hard down on Killer's legs, the hook-blades tearing into the space between a plate and another of his heavy armoured boots, and before he could effectively react, the goddess yanked her powerful arm back with a roar, and dragged him down heavily onto his back. He immediately kicked his feet up and worked to break free, using his sword as a shield when the cobra straddled him and stabbed down her katanas, before he thrust his weapon out to the side to batter Katy away and at the same time drove the heavy pommel hard up into Ira's chest, knocking her back with a breathless grunt of pain. Before he could follow up with more, Mriya and Elaine traded a gaze and matching grins spread on their muzzles before they barreled in, their enormous halberds smashing into Killer's sword with a thundering impact, pushing him back several feet as his boots sunk into the ground. "Anyone else...?" Killer ironically asked, but he immediately regretted it as several of the young amazons grinned widely and stepped forwards, so that within moments he was in the middle of a veritable storm of blades and fists and kicks, as the rapid, nimble females tried to take down his bulky, powerful form, balancing his monstrous strength with their superior agility.

Boadicea still did not join in, even though Killer caught her smirking several times after a particularly hard clash, or a successful assault, especially if against him. She also smiled softly, though, and whenever he managed to toss a gaze in her direction, her eyes were following him, her body tensing slightly as she sometimes hinted moves and countermoves, as if fighting the battle in his place. And then, after hours of hard, ceaseless fighting, Ira moved a step back, panting and licking a rivulet of blood off her muzzle, her body covered in bruises and cuts. She looked at Killer, who was exploiting that sudden break to normalize his own breathing, and the few Amazons that hadn't already done it before just fell down and sat heavily on the grass, panting and looking at the huge male with admiration. He had fought all of them back, and despite the heaving of his chest he was clearly ready for more. Mriya and Elaine shouldered their massive halberds, their eyes sparkling with battle lust and their perfect bodies made slightly shiny by the pearly sweat rolling down their solid musculature. Katy was exhausted, and the heavy training sword taxed her bruised arm, but when Killer gazed at her with concern, she gave him a reassuring smile full of love.

"Your mother would kill me if she saw you in this state." Killer quietly and playfully observed, and Katy looked down at her torn stockings, her damaged skirt, the leather armor battered and torn, her muscles sore and covered in bruises and cuts and splatters of her own blood... and she nodded, making a bit of a grimace. "Yeah, she... wouldn't like it. But it is not important, I can carry on."

"I'm not sure I can myself, though." Killer gently replied, and although nobody believed him, they appreciated his kindness in trying to not make any of them feel inadequate. He walked over to Katy, swerving a bit out of the way to avoid Ira, as his mentor could well decide he should be put to the test further... but the cobra only snorted in entertainment and slapped his ass lightly with the flat of one of her training blades when he moved past. His hand glowed with his energies as he caressed Katy's cheek, and the bruises and cuts on her face rapidly healed and vanished from sight. The young female stood still, smiling quietly and blushing a bit in embarrassment as her father healed her and easily repaired even her clothes, until no sign was left of the harsh battle she had fought.

"Thank you, daddy..." Katy hugged him and whispered words of tender gratitude, before retreating a few steps out of the way, blushing slightly: Ira, Mriya and Elaine always politely turned down that attention from their father, so she always felt a bit of embarrassment in getting it... but no one blamed her, in the end. Her body was not as powerful as theirs, and although she had begun to show signs of self-regeneration, without help she would have suffered for many hours, and even days, before fully healing. The others could recover from such light damage in seconds, minutes at most if they put no conscious effort into it.

"Not bad." Ira finally sentenced, and Killer actually blinked in surprise, since his mentor was very rarely satisfied, and 'not bad' was often the highest mark she was willing to give out. "There was a time, not too long ago, when such an assault would have left you looking like a huge walking bruise. You've really improved a lot."

"Thanks, Ira. I'll mark this day on my calendar, since I know it'll be a long while before I hear another word of praise from you." The huge male amusedly replied, and Mriya snorted and nudged her cobra "big sis", grinning as she remarked: "Unless it is in bed. You can always get plenty of praise there."

Ira smirked at that, no embarrassment at all on her face as she gazed sideways at Mriya and took her little revenge by agreeing: "Oh, yeah... and I know how eager you are to add your own praise."

"Uh, that stings." Elaine admitted, smirking a bit, while Mriya half-smiled and half-glared at the offending sister, who only tapped a finger over the "KO - Killer Owned" tattoo on her muscular thigh, to remark her point even further.

Killer, meanwhile, had rapidly healed the wounds of the resting Amazons and offered them some other suggestions about how they could improve their fighting styles. He was about to stand up after talking to the last one when Boadicea stepped forwards and asked: "Can I take Killer away for a little while...? I'd like to talk to him in private."

Killer stood up and looked at her in surprise, but immediately nodded in agreement, and the others gave their consent without any protest. Some of the younger Amazons actually smirked a bit, probably thinking that their queen was stealing away their afternoon fun of tending to their father's goliath cock... and Killer hurried over towards the sharkess, hoping to distract her so she wouldn't notice those looks and start wondering about them.

Boadicea walked out of the clearing they used as training ground and ventured into the thick of the forest, moving past several huge trees, so that soon they could no longer see the camp, or hear the voices from the training ground. Killer walked just behind her, silently, not wanting to urge her in any way even though curiosity, hope and fear mixed violently together and made his stomach churn with impatience. And then, all of a sudden, her hand moved back with terrible speed and gripped hard into the huge bulge in his pants, squeezing viciously on a massive, heavy testicle and making him wince, his whole body stiffening as he gritted his fangs in pain.

"I'm not stupid, Killer. I know that all of those young girls have been sucking your cock every day in the last week. Don't think that my silence is due to stupidity, or blindness." Boadicea firmly stated, and Killer grunted a bit as she gave his huge ball another hard squeeze. The huge male nodded in acceptance, then simply asked: "Then what is it due to...? Do you approve?"

"I'm not sure I approve." Boadicea replied, her voice somewhat cold, even as she let go of his balls. "But I do not disapprove either. They are happy about it. None forced them to do it. They decided to... and they came back for more after the first time. So... I... I guess I can't blame them..." She paused, blushing a bit and suddenly in difficulty with words. "You've not... violated any of them. Yet I know that they asked for it."

"Yeah, but... well. Half the clan is already pregnant. And, of course, I also did not want to make it too obvious and get caught by you." Killer sincerely replied, and the goddess gave a little nod of acceptance, before observing: "But there is more than that. You are deliberately... protecting them, even from themselves. You could fuck them, fill them up with your seed and decide not to make them pregnant." She paused, and then turned around to look at him with a mix of emotions that went from frustration to curiosity, from affection to hate. "You are... just... so fucking powerful. Hell, you could impregnate the entire clan with a drop of your sweat. You could make me pregnant without even touching me... But you don't. Not because you can't, but because you don't want to. And I can't understand why."

"Sure that you can. You just do not want to believe to the answer, yet." Killer quietly replied, smiling at her with affection. "I don't do it because I want to give all of you the possibility to make your choices. Even when some of you do make choices... I try to give them extra time. They are young. They might still decide to try something... someone... else."

Boadicea listened to that in silence, and turned away from him to hide her eyes and make it harder for him to guess her emotions and opinions. "Is that why you haven't taken Mriya and Elaine yet, even though they are asking for it with such hunger...?"

"Yes." Killer answered without hesitation. "It is not easy for me to just... wait. But I'm their father. I will always love them and I will always be there for them, but should I also be their lover...? Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe they will find love elsewhere."

"If it was anyone else other than you, I'd say those words are pure arrogance. They assume that, if they try you, they'll never want to change. How arrogant." Boadicea muttered, before snorting with what sounded like amusement as she added: "But you are who you are, and it is not arrogance but just truth. There can be no return after experiencing you."

"T-thank... you...?" Killer tentatively said, not sure about what, if anything, he was supposed to say.

"I've talked to Mriya and Elaine. They adore you. They love everything about you... they love even the fact that you are forcing them to wait. The 'game', they call it... interesting rules." The sharkess continued, and Killer felt his cheeks burning at the mention of the game and even of its rules. His daughters truly had explained a lot of things...

"They know why you are bidding for time, and appreciate the fact that it is an effort you make in their name. But... if I can offer a suggestion... don't make them wait too much longer. They have found their love, and all the time in the universe will not change their choice. It's you that they want... and your body is dead last among the reasons for their choice." Boadicea continued, and Killer whispered a thank you, unable to find any other word, any reply that would not sound stupid. The sharkess slowly turned around and studied him, tilting her head slightly sideways and resting her hands on the hips as she mumbled: "I've talked to Ira too, and she says you saved her from her own life, that was becoming nothing but a prison. Gaia said she never felt better than she does today. She says you brought peace into her spirit, and shouldered the burden of controlling her most devastating urges. Alexis said something similar. Vesta told me that you are the savior of Heaven, and that you made every effort to prevent the civil war and, on a more personal note, to make her move on past the sorrow and regret of having to break a promise made to Lord God himself..." She paused, looking straight into his eyes and shaking her head slowly, almost disbelievingly. "None of them lied. They are all sincere, and they truly do love their new lives. Even with all the collars, the tattoos, the marks on their bodies... they horrified me at first, but they adore them. They would kill anyone who tried to take their collars away. When I tried to tell them that they should toss them away and embrace true freedom they barely restrained from punching me in the face. That's how much they treasure you and what you did for them..." She shook her head again, then snorted a little as a smile widened across her muzzle. "Lately, I've seen part of the reasons for all that love. You truly are special... not "Good" per se, since you are literally made of sin, but... still good, all the same. There is honor in you, and care, and compassion, and light. The willingness to do everything, to face any and every danger in order to do what is right. Most of the time, the sight of tears in the eyes of anyone are enough to make you share their pain. And yet, in other moments, you crave nothing but destruction. You seek to hurt, and maim, and rape to cause tears to roll down cheeks... so you can lap them up and savor despair. Why did we have to be born out of the cruel you? Who is the real you? The loving father... or the monster who can corrupt the entire universe with his darkness?"

She stared at him with eyes that glinted with the principle of tears, and he looked back with sadness for a few long moments before finally saying: "I'm afraid, Boa, that I will always be both things at once. I put my honor in the middle, day after day, and follow it towards what's Right, if not Good. Sometimes, I still get dragged into the darkness... and this is why I need my Disciples. They help me stay in the light."

"Alexis said that... there is a "Black Killer" inside you... Is it true?" Boadicea asked, and she looked at him with softness in her expression, worried by that prospect. The huge male shifted a bit on the spot, uncomfortable with either possible answer as he thought about it, trying to be as honest as he could, to himself first of all. He bit his lower lip, leaning against a huge tree and looking down at the ground for a few moments before mumbling: "Sincerely, I don't know the answer. There is darkness inside of me, and that is definite. And there is also this... larger, stronger, better but evil me that sometimes shows up when I'm great danger and need to fight my way out of a desperate situation. He also shows up when I'm intoxicated by my own power, and every single time I absorb more of it. Urging me to get even more. Urging me to vent all of my power out, and crush everything under my heel. I see him. I hear him. I talk to him in my mind." He paused, listening to the flow of his own thoughts, looking for the evil beast, but he was nowhere to be seen, even though he felt the uncomfortable, unnerving tingle associated with being spied on, and made fun of. He was somewhere there, he wasn't gone. He was snickering at him from the dark. Is he...? I feel like he is. But... "Does he actually exist as an entity...? I don't know. I've asked myself this very question every day of my life, but I'm not any closer to the answer."

"Vesta told me that you are a force made of Creation and of Destruction at once. Inside you there is blinding, pure Light and there is the darkest, cruelest Darkness. Black Killer might... he might exist. He might be the physical side of your darkness, and live in a different fold of Reality." Boadicea kindly suggested, and it sounded like she strongly wanted to believe to her own words. Killer wanted to believe, too, because it gave him an easy way to justify the monstrosities he had committed in the years... But that was the easy solution, the cowardly escape from his responsibilities. "Look where we are: in a dimension that almost overlaps with ours, yet is separate. Who knows how many other Shadoworlds exist, and what they contain...?" Boadicea continued, spreading her arms to encompass the forest around them, frozen in that weird shade of green light caused by the separation between the dimensions. And much as Killer wanted to believe, he also tried to be realistic and honest to himself and to her.

"Boadicea... I hope you are right, so that some of my sins are, at least, shared with another entity. But it might not be the case. It might just be... an image in my mind. My darkness given a face by my own brain. We don't know. Not even Alexis was able to find out the truth... and she has her very own dark self to keep in check, just as evil and elusive as mine." He sighed and fell silent for a moment, looking at her with a little smile, full of affection and of sorrow for what had been up to then. "And even if he does exist... he does not absolve me from my sins. I'm no angel, Boadicea. Never will be one. Even when I keep Black Killer in check, hidden away in my mind, I have my hungers. I raped your mother, and many others... I did it. Not Black Killer. There is no cancelling this truth. It was my hunger, my dark lust that drove me. Nothing else."

"I appreciate the sincerity." Boadicea quietly replied, and Killer studied her expression, trying to guess what feelings filled her heart as she gave him a little smile. There was sadness, but also... acceptance. "I know you enough by now, both directly and through the words of others, to say that... yes, I like you. You are not the monster we thought you were, that's definite. Still, I see that sin and darkness are part of you, and will always be part of you. You've raped Lilith, and you'd do it again. I'm sure of that."

"I would." Killer honestly confirmed. "I've changed a lot over the years, but not quite so much. And I think I never will, sincerely... I've had plenty of time, after all."

"Yeah, so I heard. You are much older than you look." Boadicea amusedly replied, smiling a bit and tilting her head to the side. "I've thought about it a lot in the last few weeks, and... the truth is, I don't mind. I like you the way you are. The good things you did, for all of us... they outweigh the bad. Without you, Satan and Typhon would have destroyed us all, and the entire world, in their squabble to see who's got the largest dick."

Killer smiled warmly back at her, surprised and delighted by her kind words, and she crossed her arms with a little snort of entertainment, studying him for a moment before teasing: "Well? No witty, indecent line about how you always win dick competitions and pissing contests...?"

"No. But you thought of it anyway. My job is done." Killer amusedly countered, and the sharkess snorted-laughed, before gazing at him with softness as he moved over to a large exposed root that arched up out of the ground and sat down on it, inviting her to join him. To his great pleasure, she moved over and sat down at his side, even though her cheeks took on a light shade of red.

"I... don't you go thinking that I will beg to suck your cock or anything like that. I said I like you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to jump all over you, and even less give my freedom away in exchange for a shiny collar." Boadicea grumbled, and Killer closed his eyes and shrugged a little, replying easily: "No problem there, Boa. I did not expect anything and I will not pressure you for anything."

"You better." The sharkess said, but her cheeks blushed a bit more and she looked away for a moment, regretting having even brought that up when he had given her no reason to.

"I really only want to... be friends?" Killer hesitated, making a bit of a face as he realized how lame that sounded, and he shook his head before correcting himself: "Boadicea, I'm your father. Our start was the worst possible, but... I want to correct things, as much as possible. The years that we lost will never return, but there are many more years ahead of us, and we can still live them together." He thought about taking her hand, but that could come across as overweening, and so he only held out his hand, leaving the choice entirely to her. "I'll always be around for you, Boadicea, today and tomorrow and one thousand years from now. You just have to decide if you want me to stay close to you, or not. Is it the day...?"

The sharkess looked at his huge hand for a few long moments, then tilted her head up and smiled as she met his gaze, giving a little nod as she took his hand in hers. "Yes. It is a good day for a new beginning... dad."

"I've longed to hear that word from you, my precious girl." Killer whispered, before pulling up their hands so he could kiss hers, gently, and the sharkess let him do before leaning against him, hugging him tightly and resting her chin on his shoulder. Killer almost drew his breath at that unexpected but welcome closeness, and he leaned his head against hers before wrapping his huge arms around her form, squeezing lightly around her powerful shoulders and rocking her quietly from side to side. He could feel her heart racing, but he realized in the same moment that his own was beating just as fast, and he just closed his eyes and listened to them go, while savoring that contact, that warmth, the feel of her strong body against his, her smooth skin under his fingers and the light perfume coming from her crimson hair.

Finally, after a time that was difficult to estimate, Boadicea quietly retreated, smiling at him, and said: "Well... I... feel well, thank you. Many times I've dreamed of a family that would comfort me, and keep me safe... it'll take a while to fully realize that I now... have it. Do you think that the others will accept me?"

"Haven't they already...?" Killer gently asked, and Boadicea nodded, smiling a little, before rubbing awkwardly over her muscular shoulder... and after a moment he understood that she was thinking of the tattoo that was on his own shoulder, and on that of all of his Disciples. "Don't you worry about the tattoo... you are part of the family regardless. And... if you ever decided you wanted it, it would only make us all even happier."

"Thanks, dad... I'll keep it in mind." Boadicea gently replied, before falling silent for a moment, looking thoughtful, and Killer sighed before offering: "If I could change the past... believe me, I would right in this instant. What are you thinking of, darling...?"

"The first period. The very beginning." Boadicea whispered, and he could see through her eyes all of the fear, loneliness and despair she had experienced. "That's when I was completely alone. The children born before me had either been killed or had been captured and carried away by Satan's troops... to be experimented upon. To become Horrors."

Killer wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her against his side. He wanted to learn all about her past, about how she had survived when Lilith wanted to strangle her and tear her apart as soon as she came out of her; about how she had saved her sisters and turned them into such a capable, deadly sisterhood of war. But he bit his lower lip, not daring to push her even deeper into those terrible memories. Boadicea, however, needed to get some of that huge burden off her chest, and she just leaned her head against his solid chest, watching out in the distance without really seeing the forest, but reliving instead those early moments of her life.

"I trust you when you say that... you didn't plan our fate out. I'm just glad that, by means of sheer, brutal power, you gave us a chance of survival. If we had been born as normal cubs... none of us would be here today." Boadicea whispered, before tilting her head backwards to gaze curiously at his face. "Mriya was born a normal cub, right...? Not a physically teen-like, mentally-mature creature like us..."

"She was." Killer quietly replied, before offering a hypothesis: "I did not plan it out consciously... I never intended to let Lilith out of that battlefield. I wanted her as prisoner; or on my side; or dead. But I guess that my sperms did all the job on their own. Knowing that I hated the mother... they made sure to make her suffer."

"I think so..." Boadicea agreed, before murmuring: "When I was born, I was... aware. Not wise, not mature, and not ready for a fight, but strong nonetheless, and aware of myself and my surroundings. It immediately became clear that mother wanted me dead and destroyed, and so I scampered away, as quickly as I could. I remember clawing into the umbilical cord... tearing it off... and having it wrap around my wrist and neck like a serpent. A tentacle that Lilith used to try and drag me back... but I was strong enough to tear it to shreds, and I clawed away a bit further, before she tried to close her legs on me in a scissor." She paused, and Killer felt a shiver running down her spine, before her muscles flexed and bulged as she fought that struggle again in her mind. "I managed to grab into her ankles, and pushed back with all my strength... and gods, those legs felt so powerful. They seemed invincible for a while, and it was in that moment that I told myself that, if I survived, I would become strong. Truly strong. Terribly strong."

"You have, Boadicea." Killer gently said, before kissing her forehead, and the sharkess closed her eyes with a little smile of her own, before swallowing thickly as she added: "I... managed to break free. Thankfully, Lilith was exhausted and unable to stand up. It had been a terribly demanding pregnancy, part of why she was so insanely furious and homicidal. I was big, probably bigger than all those who came before... and I was not alone."

A shiver ran down Killer's spine and his entire body stiffened, eyes opening wide and fixing on a huge tree without really seeing its trunk, as his ears opened to the truth. "Lilith could not try to scissor me to death again, because my sister began to come out. I remember the blood, I remember the screaming. I remember Lilith cursing and swearing and spitting the worst possible venom against my sister as she came out... Lilith used her magic to try and strangle the both of us to death, as dark tentacles tore out of the ground all around..." Killer already imagined what had happened, and now he longer wished to hear, he only wished to somehow relieve her mind and soul and heart from such a terrible memory.

"I remember my sister calling for me. I remember her arm stretched towards me, her hand just begging me to take it... but the tentacles restrained me, and Lilith slammed a kick into my chest, sending me crashing into the far wall, where I continued to struggle against her magic, tearing into shreds tendril after tendril...

I managed to break free, in the end. But... my sister... she did not make it. I couldn't help her. I saw Lilith wrapping her thighs around her, and squeeze. I remember the drool coming out of her jaw. Her face turning dark blue. The sound of someone chewing on ice cubes, as her bones crumbled. And a splatter of blood and gore, and Lilith's hips bucking as she gushed and squirted out, roaring in orgasm as she crushed my sister into pulp... And your sperms, huge and cruel, washed out of her with her orgasm, and hungry for prey. Some worked their way back inside her, others rushed towards me, and I ran away as fast as I could. Lilith was shrieking in agony and delight at once, as your sperms immediately exacted their revenge for the killed daughter, devouring her eggs and filling her belly with new life, giving her no respite."

"Oh, gods... Boadicea, I'm... I'm so sorry... I... don't even know what to say." Killer whispered, squeezing her close to his chest, and for a moment her lips curled into a disturbed smirk as she added: "I was terrified that those sperms might already be inside me. I expected my belly to swell up soon... But thankfully, somehow we have always been spared. At least until we were inside Lilith... the sperms' mercy ended as soon as we were out. We've had to defend ourselves."

"Didn't realize I could do that..." Killer mumbled, blushing in embarrassment, and Boadicea snorted and muttered: "Dad, you have to understand this: your virility is basically limitless. You limit it yourself by thinking like a mortal... but there is pretty much nothing it cannot achieve otherwise."

"That is scary. And yet... arousing. I like the thought of that." Killer mildly admitted, and the sharkess gave a bit of a grunt, then nodded with a grimace, muttering: "Yeah... and the thing that truly scares me is that it... it does not disturb me." She blushed a deeper shade of red as he looked down at her with curiosity, and after a moment she huffed and admitted: "Not only I don't mind... I'm beginning to... to like it. To like the fact that you possess such immense power. I don't want to; I can't understand why... but I can't help it, either." She grinned grimly, and made a sound of distasteful, unwilling acceptation as she added: "I must be getting under your spell, just like all the others... I feel like Katy's mom: doomed to be yours, despite all the pain and misery I had to go through because of you."

"Boadicea, I... I will never force you into doing anything, nor will I force myself on Sylvia again. I know I've hurt all of you, enormously, but... that is never going to happen again." Killer said, trying to ease her worries and chase her bad thoughts away, but the sharkess shook her eyes with a little smile. "Calm down, dad... I know. Had you wanted, you would have already done that. But you didn't."

"And I won't." Killer promised, causing the queen of Amazons to smile slightly, positively surprised once more by his actions and words. He had expected a monster, a beast completely enamored of his own power and dedicated only to violent, brutal conquest, but she was discovering along the way that Killer had nothing in common with the creature of her nightmares.

"You are a weird and special creature, dad. You are made of contradictions. It'll take time to fully understand you, and to truly get to know all of you..." Boadicea whispered, and Killer squeezed her gently around the waist, nodding slightly and agreeing: "Yes, that is a safe bet. I don't understand myself all that well... it must be even harder for all of you."

"But despite all of your contradictions... I'm relieved to know that you, and not someone else, control all that power. I shudder to think what would happen if Typhon, or Satan, or Virgil, or anyone else out there had the same possibilities you have." The shark gently added, and she offered him a soft smile that he reciprocated with affection, even though he felt compelled to observe: "I'm not sure everyone would share your relief. I'm sure they would prefer if this power was in the hands of someone else. Elelyon, maybe. Or others. There must be someone out there who is selfish, honest, and caring. Why are we fighting to save the world, otherwise...?"

"Oh, father... there will be a few. But none of them is without faults. I have lived a far shorter life than yours, but all of my years have been... interesting times. I've seen the world burn. I hid from people, I fought people, and I tried to work with other people. Everyone has faults. Everyone hides something more or less embarrassing and disgusting. And everyone, when given great power, becomes prey of his own temptations." She paused, and took his cheek in one hand, looking at him for a long moment, studying his eyes, searching for shadows, for doubts, for lies... but instead she smiled, finding none, and she asked: "Would they be able to resist to the temptation as well as you...? Would they do better than you in your struggle...? After spending time with you, and seeing how you go about your days... I doubt they would." Silence fell between them again, but Killer was fine with it. Her words had touched him deeply, and soothed his fears and worries, making him feel a better person. He didn't dare asking for more: silence was fine, since she was still there, leaning against his chest, searching contact, offering warmth and affection.

It was only after a number of minutes that Killer could not estimate that Boadicea smiled and talked again: "You know, maybe I like to see your power grow because you are my father. I trust that you will keep me safe and that you will protect us all. My sisters, my friends... A stronger you means peace for all of us. It means security. It means we will never again have to fear something or someone."

Killer nuzzled her with love, hugging her a bit tighter, and he nodded with a wide smile before leaning close to say: "Please, Boadicea, believe me on this: that is the biggest, deepest reason why I crave power. I want power to keep you all safe. To never have to say goodbye to any of you. To never have to see tears in your eyes, or the wear and tear of age on your faces. I... I'm not afraid of my end. If I ever close my eyes for good, and become energy in the Unworld, I will not suffer. It will just be... the end. I'm not scared of that. But losing any one of you...? Seeing you suffer...? Seeing you age...? That hurts me to the core. Mortal life always struck me as unfair because no matter how much we work, we still have to say goodbye to all those we care for. Being a god, for me, means not having to say goodbye. It means freezing time, and living all together, in happiness."

Boadicea looked surprised at first, but then, while he talked with increasing emotion, her eyes fixed on his, and after a brief instant of silence, she whispered: "I do believe you, daddy."

A wide smile spread on his lips at her very first use of that word, and warmth and relief filled him as he squeezed her lovingly in his arms... before laughing a bit, blushing, as the Amazon amusedly remarked: "Well... you are sure are far more of a cuddly bear than you look like. I... did not expect that. I mean, Alexis and the others had kind of told me already, but hearing it from your own mouth, with such... emotion..."

"Yeah, well... creature of contrasts, and all that." Killer mumbled, before smiling softly down at her.

"Now it is far easier to believe to Gaia's story about her covering Eaglenest in snow just so you, her, Vesta and Ira could cuddle together in bed, under the blankets, near the fireplace." Boadicea teased, and Killer coughed a bit but nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, my darling daughter. I see all of my dirty little secrets have been given away already, so... yeah. It's true. I adore that kind of quiet contact. Being together, away from the misery of the world outside. Sex is great, and you know how much I crave it... but sometimes, that quiet aftermath is worth ten times more." Boadicea shook her head slightly, looking entertained. She said nothing, but Killer felt her shifting a bit and grinding back into him a bit further, and that was worth far more than any word.

Again, they fell silent for a while, just enjoying each other's presence in that otherwise ghastly forest, where the moving trees made no real sound and where there was no breeze, or animal life to speak of: everything was almost frozen in time and space. The trees were there, they could lean against them... and yet it was as if they were a million miles away. It could be unnerving when one thought about it, but Killer had gotten used to that weird dimension, suspended in the folds of reality. He looked down at Boadicea with affection, and she gazed back with softness, finally murmuring: "You know, now I'm sorry about that judgment thing you'll have to face. I won't be able to vote for a harsh punishment, now. You are not what I thought you were."

"Well, hopefully the other Amazons have changed their minds as well, and will decide my punishment with a bit more kindness. But I put you all through hell, and I must pay for that. I will pay my dues, whatever form they will take." Killer quietly replied, and Boadicea pursed her lips out in confusion and curiosity, before spreading her arms and asking pointedly: "Why...? You could easily just... refuse. Nobody would be strong enough to force you down onto the torture table."

"You don't want me to suffer... I thank you for that." Killer amusedly said, but then shook his head and explained: "But that wouldn't be fair. It is now my responsibility to keep order in... well, a significant share of the universe, really, considering all the planets that Alexis and the others wear in my name... How can I do that with a straight face if my own crimes go unpunished...? Justice must be higher and mightier than even myself, or I will be nothing but another tyrant." He paused, then sighed a bit and added: "My plan was to start paying my dues a long time ago. The list of my sin is long and ominous, and my punishment will have to be commensurate. Under the original plan, I was due to be a guest in Hell, training here and, at the same time, undergoing regular sessions of torture and punishment to expiate my sins. But that was before things went completely tits up, Satan dropped his mask of collaborative sovereign working for peace etcetera. The plan was ripped into shreds... but eventually, when things are back in order, I will lay down for the Inquisitors... and grit my teeth while they do their work on me."

Boadicea listened to his words with attention, shaking her head slightly and finally sentencing: "I'm not sure if that is noble or stupid. I think it is both things. Very noble and very stupid. But that seems to be the norm with you... you are a knight. In a black, scary armor, yes, but a knight." She smiled warmly and straddled his leg, sitting on it and resting back against his broad chest, reaching back with her arms to hug him around the neck. "And it is a good thing, I believe. Knights in shining armor are dull at best, annoying at worst. And outside of movies, they tend to fail their mission and die horribly."

They shared a laugh at that, and Killer kissed her forehead before idly combing the long bangs of crimson hair on her head, rolling one finger over the many piercings that lined the fin growing out of her skull. "Boadicea... how... did you... choose your own name?"

She gazed at him flatly, as if to remind him that she had had no parents to do it for her, but when she spoke there was no hostility in her voice. "Yes, I picked my own name. Out of a history book, of all things... and only months after my birth. I was still hiding inside Lilith's castle, with Satan's henchmen patrolling the corridors and searching every room, again and again, to find me. But Gigataurs have huge muscles and small brains, so I was able to stay hidden, and even sneak regularly into the library. Reading became my favorite pastime... apart from training using whatever suitable weight and tool I could put my hands upon, of course. I discovered that I am a fast reader and a fast learner, thankfully... I couldn't afford a long and safe childhood as preparation time for adulthood, after all. But, long story short, I read of this valiant chieftain who led her tribe in a rebellion against an enemy so much bigger than her, and I thought that I could build on that legacy."

"You've done it brilliantly. It is amazing, how you dealt with Satan's warriors as literally a newborn. The entire world will always talk of your feats with admiration." Killer said, and he was sincere in his praise, but the Amazon did not care much about the concept of glory per se. She made a grimace and muttered: "I don't care about that, dad... I would gladly trade all the fame away if it meant getting my sister back. It took her sacrifice to keep me alive... and that's a huge price to pay. Huge."

Killer bit his lower lip and nodded in embarrassed, guilty silence, realizing how inopportune his words had just been, but thankfully Boadicea did not hold a grudge about it, instead recalling: "And I didn't kill that many guards in the first while. I was alone; I was a newborn... I wasn't strong enough, and I had zero experience, obviously. I managed to wrestle a halberd out of the hands of one of the two Gigataurs that rushed into Lilith's room hearing her screams and growls. With that weapon, I hacked the two guards into bits, and chopped some bits off another few bulls when they tried to capture me in the corridor outside... but then I had the common sense of just hiding. I got into a few other fights into the following months, despite doing everything I could to stay out of sight." She made a grimace, and let out a snort before half-grinning as she remarked: "The fact that I'm still alive is in no small part due to the stupidity of two males: Satan, and the general he put in place to guard Lilith. Satan was so scared and horrified by the presence of your seed inside Lilith that he banished her from the Central Spire and made her a prisoner in a remote castle. Had I been born within the Spire, I would have never gotten out of it... so, with hindsight, Satan's decision was truly stupid. But his general was even dumber, because once he lost track of me, instead of warning Satan about what had happened and ask for reinforcements, he told his king that all newborns had been killed by Lilith before they could intervene. The idiot feared Satan's wrath and did not dare admitting his failure."

"I'm glad for both of those mistakes." Killer said, and Boadicea continued: "The first nine months were terrifying. I was completely alone, and everyone in the castle wanted me dead. The loneliness was devastating... without the books I managed to steal from the library, I'm sure I would have gone insane with all the fear and constant anxiety."

Killer made a grimace at the thought, barely able to imagine what it had to be like... and then an intuition made him ask: "That's when you managed to open a portal to the Shadoworld for the first time?"

"Yes... one day they had cornered me. I had already had to kill a couple of guards, and I was wounded myself. I ended up hiding in a vast hall, with all possible exits blockaded, and the garrison preparing to mount an assault. I cried. I thought I had reached the end of my journey." Boadicea's voice died away into silence as she looked down at the ground, seeing again the cold floor of dark stone of that hall, hearing again the shouts of the incoming soldiers... "And then, when I was literally having a fit of desperate rage, trying to punch my way out through the floor, it... happened. I had no idea what I had done, or how I had done it. But there was a crackle, as if electricity had exploded out of my hand, and a greenish crack in reality appeared before me. I rushed into the portal without hesitation."

"Were you able to... come out of the Shadoworld...?" Killer quietly asked, fearing the answer, and Boadicea snorted in bitter amusement. "Well, I did learn how to get out, in the end... but it took me weeks. At first, I had just swapped a prison for another, in some ways even less hospitable. It looked like I hadn't moved at all. I was still in the same room, standing apparently in the same spot... and so I froze with despair, watching as the Gigataurs smashed open the doors on all sides and rushed in."

"But they could not see you, nor touch you." Killer said, and the goddess nodded in confirmation.

"It was scary like hell. I couldn't understand what was going on, and I feared they would strike me at any moment. I stood there, motionless and silent, holding my breath and wishing for my heart to stop beating, because it seemed so damn loud into my ears... And every second that passed I thought about making a run for it, cutting down as many as I could before they killed me. But even when they walked right past me, they sensed nothing... and one of them at one point walked straight through the spot where I was, and I saw everything rippling like water for a moment. But there was no contact."

Killer nodded in silence. There really was nothing to say... he could only try and imagine the anxiety and fear of the moment, and feeling nothing but the very deepest admiration for his little girl's incredible courage.

"The Shadoworld was my safety, but it took me a while to see it that way: the first few weeks were spent desperately trying to get out of it. It first became my nightmare, and only afterwards, when after countless attempts I managed to master the skills needed to open portals, it became my ally. It allowed me to effortlessly move around the castle: I could get into the library every time I wanted; I stole from the kitchens, I robbed weapons from the locked armory. And, when the time came, it allowed me to get back inside Lilith's chamber, despite the army assembled at the only entrance. General dumbass rightly suspected I might intervene to help my new sister and was convinced that he would catch me then... Instead, he ended up confused, scared and humiliated. I went right past his army, portaled into the chamber and wrestled Lilith down while two new girls were born. Care to guess who one of the two was...?" Boadicea smirked playfully up at the huge male, and he frowned a little, thinking about it before letting out a little sound realization. "Beshka."

"Correct." The sharkess confirmed. "Beshka was the second born in the clan, and her sister Sapphire the third. I urged them to run into the portal, jumped inside it, and closed it behind my back just as Gigataurs charged at us from every direction."

"Well, now I see why you trust her so much, despite all her growling and barking." Killer mused, and Boadicea laughed and nodded. "Beshka always was the aggressive, short-tempered type, but she is a real friend as well as a sister. We've trusted each other with our lives from the very beginning, and we have been family all along. Together we decided to build up our clan, to rescue all other girls that would be born. Together we began to set up camp out here, once we learned how to portal back and forth without existing the Shadoworld. Together we trained and worked out to build up our strength. She always favors the more violent and definitive solution, and she fearlessly chooses to fight, always, no matter what the odds are... I, on the other hand, like to think I am more prudent and reflexive. We often disagree, and we have fought for the role of chieftain more times than I can count, but we are not and never will be enemies. Beshka would sacrifice her life without hesitation if it was for the good of our clan. She would fight against fate itself to protect me, and I would do the same for her."

"I'm glad to hear it. You've done a wonderful job together, growing up all of your sisters and leading them to victory in battle." He paused, then awkwardly cleared his throat and mumbled: "I do hope you failed on one account, though. I hope you didn't manage to turn them all into lesbians. That would... sadden me."

"You bastard. You greedy, motherfucking asshole." Boadicea countered, but there was no real hostility in her voice, and after an ironic snort she huffed: "Anyway, no, it doesn't seem to have worked. For all our discourses around the fire about how all males are dumb brutes unworthy of consideration, we seem to have changed our minds pretty quickly. Some more so than others... how many of the girls have already sucked your cock...?"

"I'm not sure you want to know that." Killer awkwardly replied, and the sharkess rolled her eyes, before he tentatively squeezed on her hips, observing: "And you said "we". Does that include you, then...?"

Boadicea blushed an intense crimson at that, and tilted her head back to glare at him flatly, her mouth opening, then closing without generating any real sound, until she muttered: "Well, I... don't think I was ever truly lesbian. Grinding into Beshka is fun, sure, but... I've always wondered what it would be like to feel filled up, and then bred. The idea of giving birth horrifies me and at the same time delights me..."

"And...?" Killer dared saying, pushing her a little harder, until she huffed and bad-temperedly admitted: "And Lady Alexis's cock makes me sweat every time she pulls it out. Happy now...?"

"Yeah." Killer confirmed with a wide grin, and the sharkess shoved him hard back into the tree, snorting even as a smile spread upon her lips, as she exclaimed: "I used to think Gigataurs were hung, but after seeing her, fuckin'hell, they now look just a bit less pathetic than the other males out there. The looks on Beshka's face when Alexis rammed it in... I... wow. Just wow. Took days to wear off."

Killer was tempted to build further on that, and his own massive shaft throbbed a bit, feeling called into question, but he did not want to ruin the moment. He did not want to act just like the dumb brute of their scare stories, and he shifted uncomfortably on the large root when he sensed Boadicea tensing and stiffening as her buttock bumped into the enormous bulge in his pants.

"Sorry." He whispered, and Boadicea embarrassedly shook her head dismissively, before he hurriedly changed the topic of their discussion. "So, did the general of the guard once more keep the secret about what had happened?"

"Luckily for us, he did." The sharkess confirmed. "The idiot. He did not think there of us were that great of a threat. And for a while, we had the common sense of keeping a low profile, to let him continue to think just that. But soon enough we began to take down his soldiers. One by one. One in the basement, one in the hall, one on the battlements... so they began patrolling in small groups only, and we began to slaughter them in groups. We became their worst nightmare... but still the idiot refused to face the boss's wrath."

"Guess that is what can happen when you rule only through fear." Killer observed, making a grimace. "Can backfire in more than one way."

"They tried to get us when Lilith gave birth. They began to stand guard directly inside her chambers many days before it happened... but there were three of us then, and we weren't scared of any of them. We just trained harder and harder, and took turns guarding Lilith from inside the Shadoworld. When the time came, we charged into the room with all the strength and ferocity we could muster, and we were rewarded with four new sisters. It was like your sperms knew we would be there to save the newborn... or maybe they just got impatient and no longer felt like waiting. The following time, Lilith was barely alive, crushed under a belly filled with ten girls. She survived, only to get twelve next... she was overwhelmed, and she no longer was a threat in any way. Your sperms brutalized her to within ever smaller margins from her life. And our clan became stronger and stronger. The cowardly general had finally decided to launch the alarm and ask for reinforcements, but we intervened before he could open a portal or establish a magic link to another garrison. We beat him into a bloody pulp, and slaughtered all the soldiers that remained. We needed the general alive so he could deliver false and reassuring regular reports. We took turns in guarding his every move, and used him as punching-ball in training to remind him of his position. The castle was ours, and the family kept growing. Still, we knew our days there were numbered: not a single child was captured anymore, and Satan was bound to become furious about it, regardless of the reassuring reports."

"And that's when you were put under siege." Killer easily guessed, and the warrior female nodded.

"Satan couldn't know it, but putting us under siege meant nothing. Thanks to the Shadoworld, we could get out whenever we wanted... and we did, raiding the siege camp regularly and leaving corpses in our wake. That's when they began to truly fear the Amazons, and we made sure to drive the point home in a way that would not be forgotten."

"You sure did." Killer confirmed, smiling warmly at her. "I admire you. All of you, for all you've done. I suppose that, when the castle became indefensible, you just orderly retreated through the Shadoworld, carrying Lilith away with you...?"

"That's what we did, after killing the general, who no longer served any useful purpose. So, nobody had a clue about how we had gotten out, and Satan uselessly crushed the castle into dust, seeking some sort of secret passage. We laughed at him, and kept laughing ever since, assaulting whatever factory and laboratory we managed to locate, and killing as many of his troops as we could. You know the rest."

"Thanks, Boadicea... I understand you Amazons a lot better now. It helps me appreciate just how difficult your times were, and just how much you achieved, pushing through every adversity." Killer gently said, kissing her cheek with profound love and sincere gratitude, and when he began to pull back she hooked a strong arm around his neck and restrained him. She smiled, and he tilted his head slightly to the side in curiosity, until she said: "Now, it is your turn. Your girls have told me plenty about you and what you did in all this time. You've been fighting this war from long, long before giving me life, so... I want to hear about it, in your own words."

And Killer was glad to oblige. He told her of the civil war in Heaven and of his first entry into Hell. He answered all of her questions about the ferocious battle during which he had raped Lilith and filled her with his seed. He told her of home, of that Mortal world that she did not know and had never seen. He told her of his old life, of the war in Glacial and in Kesteven, when he still thought he was just an exceptionally strong mortal and nothing more... It was a lot to go through, and Boadicea listened with great interest, repeatedly asking questions, particularly about the mortal world which, understandably teased her imagination the most.

The Hellish night crept up on them without father and daughter noticing until the darkness had already wrapped them in its blanket. They traded a little smile, and made their way back to the encampment, walking side by side. The training ground was empty and silent and it had probably been for a while, but they soon met the sentinels that patrolled in a wide circle around the camp, just in case Satan somehow discovered a way into the Shadoworld. The Amazons saluted their queen and even welcomed Killer back, and there were a few giggles, albeit suffocated, coming from some of the sentinels when they walked past.

"That's what is nasty about you. You are such a lustful, sexualized beast that I will never be able to convince them that we were away all this time just to talk." Boadicea grumbled, but Killer caught an undertone of entertainment in her voice and he grinned a bit, teasing: "Well, then perhaps you should just... go with it and try out the real thing. They will tattle about it all the same."

"Pervert." The sharkess idly replied, but she took no offence in his boldness, instead adding after a moment: "And well, they won't tattle for long. I'm not spasming, I'm not wrecked, and I'm not walking bow-legged... so I can't have been with you."

They joined the rest of the clan around a huge bonfire, and had dinner there. The Amazons gazed at Boadicea with little smirks all the time, but the queen did not seem to mind. Killer's Disciples, on the other hand, knew that nothing of the sort had happened - at least for the moment. They only needed a look to know for sure.

The queen sat down on Killer's left side, while Alexis, with great kindness, allowed Katy to sit to his right, so she could spend more time with her father. Mriya and Elaine, very territorial about their dad, made sure to claim the next closer seats, but with no hostility against their tender, angelic sister.

Dinner was simple, but plentiful. Some of the young Amazons had ventured out of the Shadoworld and had hunted down a few of Hell's wild boars. Horrendous and ferocious beasts lined with cruel teeth and long fangs, including sharp bones sticking out of their flanks, but their meat, Killer had discovered years before, was actually delicious. The amazons knew it just as well, and the young cooks had prepared a wonderful range of courses based on that meat and on a series of vegetables and spices unique to Hell. The look was not often the best, despite the artistic touch of the Amazons, but the taste was special.

It was a delightful night, one that Killer would treasure forever. Less than three months earlier he had been an unwelcome, disturbing presence in the Amazons' camp. His daughters wanted him dead, and Boadicea could barely stand the idea of looking into his face. Now, things had entirely changed. Most of the hostility had melted away, despite the grumblings of a few. Even Beshka, who unsteadily made her way out of her tent to eat something with them, looked at him with whole different eyes now... and she gazed at Alexis with true adoration, clearly considering her the perfect, divine, ruling force in the center of the universe.

Katy, Mriya, Elaine were there with him, joking and laughing and talking and seeking contact with him, and he just couldn't be happier.

His weight and power caused the ground beneath him to crack and shift, and entire buildings collapsed on either side of his foot while he used his big toe to single-out that unlucky mountain-side metropolis. Built upon countless terraces that made the mountain range look like a titanic staircase made for gods, the city was glorious, awash with life and wealth, the streets clogged full of vehicles that floated on air cushions and raced at amazing speeds, orderly avoiding each other thanks to computer navigation. Walls of gold and ivory protected every city block, every terrace better defended and richer than the lower one, all the way up to the top of the mountain range, where temples of absurd splendor were built in a row, one leading into the next. Skyscrapers and towers of whizzing heights showcased the technological wonders of that civilization and its slavish adoration for its divinities. Everything glinted in the bright light coming from the two suns of that system, and every building was topped by statues and decorations made of gold and other treasures. It was orderly, holy, proud, glorious. And yet it was also puny, pathetic, preposterous, weak, insignificant and doomed as the two suns were blotted out of sight by the titanic form of a beast the likes of which had never before been admired. The planet stopped turning on its axis as if to stare at the behemoth looming above. It also stopped moving through space to orbit around the two suns, instead floating slowly closer and closer to the almighty monster, who was far greater and stronger than the two stars combined. His presence was all what truly mattered, and reality was bending and warping to acknowledge him, worship him, cower before him.

A fleet of massive star battleships stood between the planet and the dark god, but the monster was completely unfazed by their existence, even as they opened fire with barrages of missiles and broadsides from massive railguns and anti-matter cannons. The inhabitants of the planet stared in horror at the vast ships firing, and firing, and firing, achieving absolutely nothing. Their puny weapons couldn't even ruffle the thick, luscious hair on the crotch of the beast, and the dark god literally did not even notice their attacks. Lazily, he gazed down at the puny world before him, and his eyes glowed sapphire with an intensity and a ferocity that made the stars look dead and dark in comparison. They could hear his calm breathing booming over them louder than any thunder or explosion, and the air washing out of his nostrils rushed down onto the planet with the ferocity of a million tempests, blasting buildings into pieces and shattering trees into clouds of wooden fragments as countless mortals were blown off their feet and swept away like dust.

When he spotted the fleet of warships, a cruel grin spread on his muzzle as he idly studied them, wondering why they weren't firing... before realizing that they were, but that their firepower was simply ridiculous compared to just the thick curly hair around the base of his colossal cock. He reached down with one colossal hand and idly scratched into that curly fur until a strand of hair came loose, and he laughed darkly as he picked this between thumb and forefinger and idly whip-lashed it against the fleet of starships.

"You boring little maggots..." The dark god teased, grinning viciously as that single strand of hair smashed into the side of a star-destroyer and tore through its hull with terrifying ease, breaking the great ship in half and sending the two pieces spinning wildly to the side to slam into another of the heavily armed ships, causing it to tilt over with the violence of the impact... before it simply exploded into fragments, while the curly pubic hair caught into the bow of a battleship and split it open while dragging the ship over onto its head. The thick hair became caught in the wreckage for a moment and the remains of the battleship ended up dragged violently across the sky, moving crazily through the fleet of smaller warships that had been her escorts. The battleship smashed into the side of a large destroyer and broke it in half, causing an explosion that vaporized the few who had survived the impact, but that was only the start of the massacre as the thick strand of hair moved past and slashed through another three vessels, crunching them into unrecognizable floating garbage. The fleet attempted to scatter and flee, but the dark god mercilessly dragged the thick hair through the entire formation, and ship after ship exploded into burning wreckage while the few that were not rammed by the titanic hair were nonetheless scattered and sent off course, until the mighty fleet was reduced to a bunch of damaged vessels trying to rush away in different directions, trying to look even more insignificant than they were, in the hope that the beast would ignore their miserable lives. "Just one pube!" The beast cackled, before easily wrapping the end of the thick pube around the tail of one of the warships, snorting in entertainment as the destroyer pushed its engines to the max but still did not manage to tear free, instead ending up pathetically tethered by that single white pube. "I was going to say that one pube is all you are worth of... but clearly that's way too generous. You are actually worth a lot less."

The colossal beast squeezed into the base of his goliath cock and hefted the impossibly huge member up, letting the world panic as his gargantuan shaft loomed over the planet, more and more of it coming into sight, seeming to never end, the huge, veiny black flesh pulsing with such heat and reeking of such masculinity and virility that the world's atmosphere was corrupted and corroded, the climate turning unbearably hot and humid, metals rusting instantaneously, lungs burning as that dominant, powerful stench of male made the air thicker than meat, chocking the terrified mortals from thousands of miles away. The dark god leisurely stroked his behemoth cock above the dying planet and the puny starships that, looking like nothing but fleas, attempted to run away from the unforgiving, murderous shadow cast by the gigantic cock. All their efforts were worth less than nothing: the starships rusted and began to fall apart just with the heat and oppressive, musky humidity coming from the godlike member, and for all their speed they never seemed to get any closer to the end of that immense shaft.

And then the monster simply swung his cock out mockingly, slapping its ponderous mass down upon the fleeting warships, crushing them all like flies. They exploded into tiny fragments, leaving behind only barely visible ugly stains of blood and motes of dust and wreckage floating through space and attracted by the glorious black shaft's mass which had a gravity of its own... And within seconds even those tiny hints of the past existence of the battle fleet were gone, dissolved in the cock's masculine sweat, only adding to the wet slime of virile fluids and almighty corruption that covered the great cock.

The mortals on the planet could only stare in terror at the black shaft as it swung down, expecting the entire planet to be squished, but the monster had other plans for them: the cock smacked into one of the moons of that unlucky world, instead, and turned it into nothing but a cloud of floating dust and asteroids, many of which ended up falling down onto the planet, striking with terrifying force... which was entirely useless and puny before the might of the dark god: the meteors only struck dead, flat wastelands since the shockwave caused by the lazy, godly cock swing had already swept that side of the planet clean of all life and features, flattening the mountains and filling the seas up with the dirt they released.

The mortals still alive could only stare in terror as their world crumbled without the immense ultra-god even having to touch it, and countless minds simply shattered, overwhelmed by the dark glory they were witnessing. Cries rose to the sky, and prayers and shrieks, but none of that mattered, as the green fields were burned into arid wastelands by the heat coming from the god's cock; as the buildings rusted and rotted and crumbled; as the mortals choked on the thick air reeking of masculine power, the females falling over and crying as they spasmed through orgasm after orgasm, their bellies swelling as they became pregnant just through the sheer virility poisoning the air... and males shrieked as their bodies changed and morphed, painfully taking on feminine shapes as their puny testicles shriveled and fell off, their dicks shrinking into clits.

"You are too brittle to serve as proper toys..." The dark god mocked, easily floating upwards through space until the mortals could admire the underside of his almighty foot, their eyes bulging as they saw him mockingly salute them by wiggling his huge toes. "Pathetic vermin..."

The omnipotent mockingly extended his big toe and settled it down, singling out the arrogant, rich mountain town-fortress, crushing down a stone wall as the immense digit tore through it like it was made of paper, sending one of the vast terraces that supported the various blocks of the shiny, rich town sliding down to submerge the terrace further down, as the god's weight and mass set the whole side of the mountain into motion. His musky, masculine sweat flooded the terrace, washing away powerless, miniscule beings that were rapidly melted out of existence by his sweat alone, while the thick, rich musk rolled over the doomed town like a fog... but even though it made the air as thick as steak and caused the doomed, tiny people beneath to fall over coughing and choking, it was still nothing in comparison to the omnipotent stench of maleness coming from the titanic cock and colossal balls hanging ponderously between the god's legs. The liger growled in amusement as he glanced down, grinning slightly as his titanic sizes continued to increase for a moment more, muscles flexing and bulging explosively on his thick, glorious physique, while the light sweat on the sole of his foot drowned hundreds as they uselessly attempted to run away from their collapsing, crumbling homes. They were washed away, all their lives swept into oblivion by mere drops of his masculine sweat, their bodies burning and melting, their houses falling apart like castles of cards. His sweat soaked the mountain's side and turned solid ground into mush, sending a huge wave of mud washing over the terraces, sweeping away buildings and drowning entire families, and he only growled in entertainment, spreading his toes and watching as they flattened homes and temples and towers, turning green, florid farms into dark, corrupted sludge forever marked with his heavy, powerful musk, his virility so impossibly great that it crushed all males beneath out of existence, forcing their bodies to change, to become slender, lithe, graceful... and then curvy with huge breasts and heavy with enormously pregnant bellies. The god grinned in dark entertainment, rolling his shoulders idly... and that insignificant movement was enough to crush another four terraces as his weight shifted ever so slightly and his immense, almighty thigh flexed, his foot tearing into the mountain like it was nothing but a hump of wet sand. Missiles and artillery shells were hitting his legs and toe-talons, but he was barely aware of it at all: wasn't for the smoke of the explosions and the long trails of white vapor behind the missiles, he wouldn't have noticed. They were insignificant, completely powerless in front of his behemoth frame, and he only snorted in contempt, reaching down and slowly stroking his gargantuan, flaccid shaft as it flexed, the thick meat dangling heavily against his truly-girthy testicles while licking his lips and looking down at the city, studying the devastating effects of the landslide he had generated, watching as the mud shot through buildings in his race down the side of the mountain, before filling up several streets high up to and past the roofs, crushing hundreds of people along the way.

The very tip of the tuft of fur at the end of the tail of the immense god lazily swung out and smashed through a whole block of the city, ripping apart a huge swath of the metropolis and then a vast area of the region beyond without the massive male ever noticing. Killer slowly turned around, grinning as he deliberately moved in tiny, slow increments, snickering as he watched his toe press down upon buildings which instantaneously collapsed away to dust, sinking through roofs and smashing down the walls, before burying deep into the crust of the planet, enough to cause magma to explode out around his foot while the ground cracked and shifted and crumbled, tossing people so high into the sky that they splattered like rotten tomatoes when they fell back down. The technologically advanced military of that sad, doomed world was attempting to resist, but none of their weapons had any effect at all on the almighty titan. The soldiers were knocked flying by the ripples tearing through the ground with each movement of the titan, and the tanks and artillery pieces fell apart and were smashed upside down by the shockwave caused by only one of his toes, while he was still countless miles away. Countless miles that the god covered in mere instants, just hefting one omnipotent foot and moving it forwards as if to take a step. Ruins and rubble rained down like meteors from above, smashing through cities and plains, rivers and seas, bombarding a vast swath of land and squishing people into nothing but spurts of blood and gore, and blood rained thickly over them all as the day became darkness, the black toe-pads of the god filling the entire sky above that gallant but powerless army. Droplets of sweat fell down and crushed entire divisions out of existence, forming new lakes in the land along the way, as his omnipotent musk finished turning the world into a desolate, inhospitable desert. Then came the shockwave, the enormous mass of air displaced by the foot as it moved. The skin and flesh of the mortals were ripped straight off the bones and the bones burst apart in clouds of dust before the microscopic creatures could do more than begin to scream. The tanks were blasted into the sky like toys and they disintegrated into tiny pieces... that the heat and humidity coming from the god's colossal flaccid cock turned instantaneously into useless rust. Entire terraces, covered alternatively in rich buildings and towers or green farms, were blasted into nothing but a cloud of dust, the mountain itself dissolving like a mirage long before the almighty toes settled down upon a world already scarred forever.

The settling of his toes terraformed the planet in one instant, as the titanic digits tore deep into the fragile crust of the world, pulverizing it and pressing down into the semi-liquid filling of magma, displacing trillions of tons of it. Old and new volcanoes all over the world exploded and fired magma high into the sky while terrifying cracks spread open in every direction, as towns and villages everywhere were leveled in one mere instant, before his toes were even fully settled. Mountains deflated and collapsed like they were balloons filled with air: entire mountain ranges crumbled to become rocky, dead plains... and then cratered even further, becoming abyssal beds for new oceans of magma that surged up from the core of the dying world. What had been abyssal plains now were pushed upwards as the land shifted away from the god's unfathomable power, and the seas were replaced by new mountains that were never less than ten times taller than the old ones. Before Killer was even done settling his toes, the florid civilization that had inhabited the planet was dissolved completely. Nothing and no one survived. The cataclysm was so complete that even bacteria was wiped out as the planet deformed like a deflating football, which shattered completely when his heel came down, crushing the world into nothing but dust, fragments and magma that floated pathetically in a space that was absurdly hot due to the sheer power radiating off the dark titan.

The dark god leisurely extended one hand towards another planet of that same system, and the powerless world rapidly tore through space to answer his call, cracking all over while the beast's eyes glowed a ferocious, darkly-amused sapphire as he slowly flexed his immense body, muscles bulging with devastating power as he growled in delight, rolling his shoulders idly as he continued to grow, showing more and more of his limitless, endless power, his muscles growing thicker and even more massive by miles, his height increasing at a fearsome rate.

The beyond-god flexed one arm and grinned widely at the feeling of his own power flooding his veins, strength beyond measure, yet still only the faintest wisp of what he was truly capable of.

Killer growled in entertainment as he gazed down at the doomed world, playfully poking his fingers into it and breaking its crust, causing magma to surge out, forming a nightmarish sea of fire and licking his lips slowly as reality trembled around him, his power crackling in the air with dark lightning that struck the planet with terrifying force, blasting entire towns into ashes.

His overwhelming presence caused old and ugly, young and beautiful females alike to be reshaped into goddesses, all of them becoming beautiful and strong, far taller than they had been as mortals, growing huge breasts and long, shapely legs, their sex quaking, tearing apart physically in a succession of agonizing, delicious orgasms, as bellies bulged out, filled with new life. The males first grew massive and muscular, their cocks growing because of the exposition to the incredible virility of the god... and then they were broken by enormous, painful orgasms before their unworthy, puny mortal bodies were warped and changed into something more useful to a universe who already had gods of such virility: all the males quickly turned into females, undergoing the same torture of pleasure and agony of the women.

The cruel titan growled in dark delight as he flexed idly, his enormous musculature bulging explosively, veins protruding through his skin as his own muscles seemed to be about to rip their way out as they grew and tensed and swelled, filling up with ever growing might, the beyond-god growing even more immense with every passing moment, his fingers ripping the fragile crust of the planet apart, cracking the world like an egg as his power burned the ground, the stone, the mountains, making the water boil and turn blood-red and poisonous as the trees died and writhed, decaying and turning into alive, ferocious monstrosities, each branch becoming a spike as hard as diamond, a fang, a ragged tooth, as the plants become deadly predators stretching out of corrupted, annihilated earth. He gripped into the planet with a low murr of amusement, and moved it up in front of his face like It was nothing but a tennis ball, grinning as his talons pierced deep into the fragile world, causing waves of incandescent magma to surge up from the cracks, washing over that nightmarish world, and each little, insignificant flex of the beyond-god's almighty arm brought more and more destruction, snuffing out in seconds what had been slowly built up in millennia of history. "The bugs that you call gods are cowering in a dark corner instead of listening to your prayers. The poor losers believe they can hide from me... idiots. There is no shelter that can protect you from me." The dark god mocked, and the dying, crying mortals on the doomed planet had no difficulties in believing it, as they cried helplessly in front of that playful, merciless massacre, unable to even dream of the extent of Killers might. And then, the dark god snorted in contempt and clenched his hand into a fist, crushing the planet into nothing but dust and debris, his immense bicep barely flexing. "Just like cracking an egg." The god bragged, and all other beings in the cowering, dark solar system could only drop their head forwards and cry tears of powerless despair, because that titan had not exaggerated at all.

There was a third planet nearby, and the dark titan turned his attention to this, licking his lips slowly and lazily extending one arm in its direction, flexing lightly so that a tangle of enormous, fleshy tentacles pushed out of his limb and arched out through space, reaching that terrified, doomed world and dragging it back towards him. He gazed idly down at the puny world, and smirked as a couple of the colossal tentacles morphed and, instead of ending in fat, enormous cockheads that dwarfed the entire planet, they split into billions of smaller, but still massive appendages that swarmed all over the world, invading towns and villages, tearing through buildings, coiling around skyscrapers and crushing them into dust as they sought prey, tearing down even into the ground and smashing through the walls of bunkers and fortresses, ensnaring powerless mortals and hefting them all high off the ground before raping them with savage force. Nothing was safe, nothing was spared, as the titan flexed his glorious body, feeling his power growing ever greater, his eyes glowing with delight as he grasped into his monstrous cock with both hands, grinning viciously as he pumped it slowly but easily, watching with hunger and delight as his tentacles writhed and tore and made victims of every life they came across, devastating the entire world, turning towns into piles of ruins stained with blood and powerful male fluids. The writhing, whip-lashing tentacles covered the entire planet in a tangle of solid obsidian flesh, and several appendages, far greater than the others, penetrated the planet itself, tearing through its fragile crust and thrusting into the hot, wet innards of magma, before tearing out of the opposite side just to arch into space and dive back down, doubling down on the glowing, burning wounds they had ripped open. The mortals stared in awe and terror and disbelief and confusion as those colossal tentacle-cocks, thicker than mountains, broke out of the ground annihilating entire countries in just one shove, before rising and rising into the sky, stretched high towards the dark, cold and careless space, shattering everything they met on their path. The tentacles twisted together, rubbing one against the other with vicious hunger, as their fleshy, thick bases absorbed what was left of the ruined world, ripping buildings out of the ground and forcing them all together in a tight, warped prison of invincible, gigantic tentacles. It was the beginning of an eternity of despair and brutality in that new, dark temple of flesh, as billions of smaller, but still immense, tentacles swarmed over and into the bodies of the mortals, fucking every orifice into gore, breaking bodies apart with obscene brutality, as chocked, gargling screams echoed loudly from inside that nightmare-world. There was no ground, no sky, no horizon, no past, and no future anymore. The mortals were suspended on the tentacle-cocks ripping into them, while other tentacles, so immense that they couldn't even imagine them, writhed around them like alive walls. Blood and gore rained in every direction onto the dying victims, and bodies and souls were snuffed out of existence again and again... only to be brought back immediately after, to suffer a new, ferocious end in that inferno that was hotter than any fire, humid, bloody and reeking of masculine, virile power. And Killer laughed cruelly, drinking of it all, loving the feeling of that brutal annihilation, all that blood and screams that only added to his lust and to his power, grinning viciously as the victims turned into praying, begging, crying, eager toys, which groveled asking for more and for worse, even as they were ripped apart. Killer licked his lips, feeling their emotions and able to hear their shrieks and cries even from so far away, as those worthless little insects screamed not just in agony and ecstasy, but something deeper: more than worship, more than need. Something animal and yet loyal and hungry, an addiction that nothing could heal or contrast. They were mad with desire, writhing helplessly in agony and yet screaming for more, begging for their god to use and abuse them as he pleased, and their bodies were warped and evolved, given power, given size, given beauty, as they ascended to godhood... just to prove entertaining for a little longer.

The dark god licked his lips slowly, floating in front of the tangle of tentacles that completely enveloped the breaking planet, and he caressed one of the monstrous, gigantic ones forming the outside, before leisurely guiding his still mostly-flaccid cock towards that temple of alive, moving black flesh, pushing the gigantic head against that writhing, flexing, constricting mass, and the tentacles smoothed out and opened a passage at the top, wrapping around his colossal shaft and welcoming it in, sucking him in as he began to thrust powerfully down into the core of the alive-mountain, his colossal shaft adding to the devastation as it rammed into the tiny victims inside, crushing them into splatters of blood and gore which only added to the beyond-god's pleasure.

He lazily thrust his gigantic shaft in and out of the tangle of tentacles, no longer giving the mortals any attention, as they truly were unworthy of any consideration now, smaller than dust as they were. Millions of those bugs were wiped out of existence just by the passage of the mountain-dwarfing sperms blasting out of his enormous member. Excess sperm, full of vigor and virility, which filled up his precum... barely a hint of his actual, full release, and already far beyond the mortal's wildest fantasies.

And the titan laughed cruelly, drinking of it all, loving the feeling of that brutal annihilation, all that blood and screams that only added to his lust and to his power, grinning viciously as the victims turned into praying, begging, crying, eager toys, which groveled asking for more and for worse, even as they were ripped apart. He grinned darkly as he gazed down at the temple made up by his own tentacles, as they moved and massaged around his colossal girth, eagerly stroking his gargantuan, godlike cock as he thrust slowly, but powerfully in and out of the bloody tangle of tiny, devastated bodies and powerful, flexible tentacles.

"Let's give this planet one last use while it is still roughly in one piece..." The titan mockingly said, before arching his back with a growl of delight as he rammed his hips forwards, burying his goliath shaft deeper into that mass of flesh, until he grinned predatorily as the fat, gigantic head rammed into the planet, annihilating a face of it and breaking through the crust like through the hymen of a young virgin, the godlike girth pushing inside and splitting the world into large "slices" of stone. Entire continents and abyssal plains were pushed loose, turned into islands of dead rock, and the gigantic tentacles wrapped over the torn, displaced continents and broke them completely off the dismembered, liquefied core of the planet as the unmatched shaft rammed right through. The beyond-god put his hands behind his head, flexing his enormous musculature as he gazed over the continents rising into the sky, lifted by his invincible tentacles, laughing as they became smaller and smaller in comparison to his growing glory, just in the short time it took for them to be pressed into his gargantuan cock. He began to fuck the tangle of tentacles and continents with slow, majestic, powerful thrusts, each easy, lazy movement crumbling those slices of stone, crushing them into fine dust, the thick veins on his colossal shaft razing hills and mountain ranges alike to the ground, cracking the crust of the planet and grinding it effortlessly down into dust.

The sacrifice of billions of lives and the annihilation of that world were not worth much to the ultragod, who smiled patronizingly down at the crumbling planet, looking almost bored: his spoiled, worshipped, glorified cock gave just one mighty, hungry throb, swelling even thicker and growing even longer and greater, squishing the last remains of the planet out of existence, grinding them into less than dust as the tentacles squeezed into the growing, fattening godlike shaft. The dark beast continued to lazily fuck the planet into oblivion even as he looked to the side with a grin, glaring down at something that couldn't be seen but, he knew well, was there, hiding in plain sight. His eyes glowed with merciless amusement as he mocked: "Dumb bugs... do you really think there is a place where I can't find you, and crush you...?" He snorted mockingly, steam blowing out of his nostrils, and his breath washed over the wall between dimensions, reality trembling and distorting before shattering like glass, falling apart and revealing a floating town of pyramids of marble and temples built with forests of columns, with gods and goddesses and servants crowding it, filling the large square and staring at him from the monumental staircases of marble, all of them petrified by terror and disbelief, staring into his glowing sapphire eyes with breathless terror, like deer caught in headlights.

"Hello, microbes." The dark god teased. In that divine, secret world, everything was far bigger than in the worlds of mortals he had just destroyed, but he still loomed, immense and invincible over them all. He leisurely tore his immense cock out of the tangle of tentacles, and the ponderous shaft, still mostly flaccid, swung heavily down between his legs, sending a colossal rope of precum firing out over the splendid town of marbles and gold, striking with the force of a meteor and disintegrating a tall, rich temple, turning it into nothing but a pile of ruins hidden under dense, thick precum that reeked of male, of power, of virility. He seized into the edges of the broken barrier across dimensions, effortlessly shoving the breach open even wider so he could step into their hidden paradise... and as his foot settled with a thundering impact, he snorted in entertainment as heavily armored paladins and even Disciples were racked hard by his immense talons and strong toes, bodies sent flying through the square, crashing dozens of feet away, blood and torn limbs splattering over the ruins as the scene quickly became a carnage, before Killer laughed as he moved another lazy step, and his foot came down slowly but as inexorably as death itself, and it landed on top of three sprawled guards who were frantically attempting to get back up to their feet: there was a sickening, loud crack which abruptly ended the shrieks of terror, before a thick splatter of blood and gore burst out from under the mighty toes and up through them as the warriors were crushed like bugs, the skulls shattered to dust, the bodies bursting apart from the pressure in a ugly stain of red gore and blood. The dark god didn't even notice, walking onwards like nothing had happened at all, the behemoth too powerful to care for the bugs around him. Bugs got caught underfoot at times, it was normal. They should have been careful. They should have watched his step for their own good.

The titan took a slow, lazy look over that vast town, built for the glory and comfort of a great family of gods, and he studied the rich temples and the great ivory towers, a grimace of contempt spreading on his muzzle as he felt hate growing inside him because of their very existence. Their white and pristine purity, their colored glass shining under the sun, their marbles, their decorations made of solid gold encrusted with countless precious stones reflecting light in a million different ways, they all annoyed him. That luxury had been dedicated to gods that now scampered in terror around his toes, weak creatures that he could wipe out of existence without any effort. The whole place reeked of law, order, arrogance and haughtiness. The town was built to look like the paradise of civilization and kindness and order, and the dark god was disgusted by it all, and at the same time amused by the mortal weakness of that façade. His mere presence had already annihilated all notions of order and disintegrated the purity of that holy place, and as soon as he entered the doomed dimension, reality trembled violently and began to crumble, the entire world around him changing shape as thick black corruption rolled over everything, spreading like a network of roots and tentacles that tore their way through the colored marble, cracking the square apart and then coiling around and into the towers and the columns, crushing solid stone and metal like they were nothing but butter, crumbling monumental words and dragging down massive, glorious statues. The sky turned crimson as the beast moved a step forwards, grinning viciously as his titanic cock swung majestically forwards and demolished a circular, beautiful temple topped by a marble dome. The head of his goliath member tore through that holy place with the force a meteor, sending ruins and wreckage exploding out like shrapnel all over the rest of the acropolis, the enormous boulders tearing through walls and squishing the guards and Disciples that didn't get out of the way quickly enough.

"So weak..." The dark god mocked, before snorting in entertainment as the ruins of the temple began to sizzle and smolder as a splatter of his precum cascaded over them, filled with gigantic sperms that were bigger and more dangerous than sharks, in comparison to the terrified divinities all around. The titan idly flexed his enormous musculature, and the ground shattered and broke under his toes while his energy crackled out in black lightning bolts that struck two other temples and disintegrated them right down to the foundations, sending blood and gore and fragments of stone shooting in every direction, before the behemoth leaned forwards to study a large pyramid of stone plated in gold, with a temple made of crystal right on top. He snorted and seized the temple in his hand, sending great columns toppling and the roof collapsing before he simply shoved the pyramid back, causing the entire structure to collapse into a cloud of dust, toppling it like a house of cards. "You are pathetic... useless maggots good for nothing." The monster softly said, giving them a slight, terrible smile as the minuscule, dwarfed divinities fell to their knees before him, whimpering, crying, many of them pissing themselves in terror, many others experiencing powerful, humiliating orgasm, others quailing away and many crawling forwards through the dirt, grasping into the stone near his feet as his eyes slide over them. They were all gods, but in front of the great beast they were just meat and prey, and none of them could even resist to his gaze, which alone crushed them down, forcing them to grovel before his dark glory. Even the Disciples clad in heavy armor, the sworn protectors of that holy fortress, quailed and fell to their knees at the sight of the dark god, who didn't so much as turn to look at them as his step sent them sprawling like pins, kicking them flying into pieces, like macabre meteors of blood and gore, as he strode forwards, carelessly crushing several young gods under his feet, reducing them to nothing but ugly crimson stains on his soles and on the bottom of the deep footprints he tore open in the solid marble. He grinned savagely, throwing his head back with a smirk as he enjoyed the sick crunching sound of gods bursting apart under his toes, their blood and innards briefly giving a wet kiss to the his soles before they rose high once more, sending crimson rain and ruins dripping down over the other powerless beings.

Within moments, the knights that should have fought to defend the holy city were groveling on the ground and throwing themselves in his path, laying down to form a carpet of flesh for him to walk upon, as they sacrificed their unworthy lives to his greater glory. His ponderous, almighty black cock swung majestically from side to side with his steps, smashing into temples and turning their rich marble facades into nothing but mountains of rubble encased into thick, incandescent, potent precum. The gigantic sperms of the dark god swam into that deluge, ensnaring young goddesses in their tentacles and digging their jaws into their frail, beautiful bodies, ripping off large chunks of flesh and devouring them.

They don't even try to resist: they know it would all be pointless. Some just shatter, their minds overwhelmed by that cruel reality, and they run towards his toes, diving under them in pursuit of a quick end. Others welcome their fate by singing praise to the monster, while their traitorous bodies quake, rattled by orgasm after orgasm, their hearts beating in time with the booming thunder of the titan's steps. They trembled and groaned in helpless delight when the dark god took a moment to single out a few of the members of the ruling family of gods that for uncountable ages had ruled that system. The dark god singled them out under his toe, crushing them into the ground like he was planting seeds... although those seeds only generated spurts of crimson fluids and pulped gore that bubbled up disgustingly from the craters.

His power was immense, dwarfing their godhood to literal insignificance: he laughed of them and crushed them under his toe, one by one, and all they could do was cry and helplessly orgasm, hating him and yet adoring him and his unstoppable might, even as he callously remarked: "You are nothing but insects. Vermin. Toys. Minnows, weaklings with no use and no worth. Look at you, unable to even try and put up some resistance... so quick in giving up your worlds in the face of real power... Not just weaklings, but cowards as well.

The titan walked up to a huge temple sitting on top of a green, beautiful hill, and each step caused the temple to crack apart ever further, pieces of the roof falling down, the outer rows of columns shattering and collapsing pathetically to the ground, as the green, luscious nature withered and died, replaced by thick, potent black corruption that turned the hill into a dark inferno. He seized into the roof of the damaged temple like it was the lid of a shoe box, and effortlessly tore it off and crushed it into dust, revealing a trembling goddess sitting in a throne that was completely soaked with her hot, eager juices. He reached down with a cruel snicker, yanking the helpless goddess up and tossing her down to the ground before carefully settling one huge toe-talon on her face, making her shriek in agony and despair as he crushed and ruined her beautiful features. He rolled his foot slowly back and forth, grinding her into the cracked, broken floor of the square, savoring her shrieks as her skull cracked and her body was painfully, brutally dragged over sharp, broken slabs of marble that tore into her flesh and tattered her dress, until he pulled his foot back and straddled her tiny form, squatting over her. His immense balls settled heavily onto the ground, crushing several warriors and their heavy armors like they were nothing but toys, and his goliath shaft narrowly missed her as it slammed down with a thunderous impact that tore a deep crater in the marble. She trembled, and her traitorous body shuddered, her back arching and her hips bucking against the air as juices erupted out of her, and he cruelly teased: "Look at you. You used to think you were so high and mighty... and now you learn that you are nothing but a piece of meat. But you accept that, huh...?" He grinned cruelly, and leaned down a bit further to loudly sniff up the scent of her arousal. "Yeah, you know your place. It's enough to see me, and you realize what real maleness is, and what your place is. You are aware for the first time all you are: a cunt. Not a mother, a goddess, a holy icon. Just a piece of meat."

He spat down on her with contempt, watching as his spit alone smacked her head hard back into the marble, almost crushing her to death, before he smiled cruelly as he carefully hefted his goliath shaft and held it above her, listening to her cries as she was completely covered and dwarfed by the titanic mass of obsidian flesh. She gasped and cried under it, and yet she reached for it, her whole body shuddering and her back arching so she could grind into it, her body betraying her even as she cried and whimpered, before the titan idly stroked his monstrous length, and that massive, heavy foreskin, slurping back and forth over the fat head, smashed into her face with the force of a meteor, shattering her jaw and ruining her features. Her face became a broken, ugly, bloody mask completely soaked in thick precum, sweat and male fluids, and her neck nearly broke under the weight of his moving foreskin, her muzzle shattering into a burst of blood, bone and flesh. He smiled contemptibly down at her, and hefted his immense black shaft with a snort, before letting go of it, watching as the mostly-flaccid titan swung heavily down and crushed her like a fly, sending a splatter of blood and innards squishing in a long red streak ahead of him.

The dark god began to straighten up, but at the same time he reached down to grab the broken, twitching remains of that one great and feared queen of gods. And he stands back up to his full, massive height, he carelessly stepped over disciples and warriors and gods who were now nothing but beginning, trembling worshippers of his might, and as he moved onwards he crushed them into nothing but mush, before leisurely grinding the goddess's still warm corpse against his growing, immense black shaft. He pumped his great girth with slow movements, but her already ruined body was rapidly torn apart by the force of his hand rubbing her against solid, virile, potent flesh: even the 'softness' of his flaccid cock was too much, and its heat too great and powerful. And before the horrified eyes of the onlookers, the goddess' remains and essence were absorbed down into the almighty tower of dark meat, which flexed only slightly, barely interested even in all of her mighty and power. It was just a tiny drop into a raging ocean, and the dark god grinned and softly said: "Prey and fuckmeat. That's all any of you are." The massive beast idly gripped the front of a tall, ivory tower and shoved it over with an idle, playful movement, grinning as he watched it crumbling down on top of a crowded street, crushing countless lives under a deluge of boulders and massive debris which also tore into the temples and palaces on the other side of the street, forming a huge barrier of rubble that trapped a large number of terrified divinities.

The titan followed the tiny, terrified victims, leisurely stroking his goliath shaft above their heads, mocking them, ridiculing them, making fun of their last moments as he took slow, deliberate, cruel steps over the thick crowd, taking a moment to savor the helpless shrieking and crying coming from below as his gigantic shaft tore into another temple, shattering the huge marble columns and crumbling the walls as it effortlessly tore through the entire building. The dark god saw another large group rushing inside a massive temple that stood on top of a corrupted, blackened hill... a hill that barely reached the height of his balls.

The behemoth grinned as he looked down over the cowering and panicking crowds, seeing people running, others begging and yelling pleas and prayers, singing praise to his strength and crying desperately as they implored his mercy. All of it useless, all of it only adding to the titan's dark pleasure as he idly stroked a huge hand over the roof of the great temple, causing the entire structure to wobble and tremble and creak, raining down plaster and debris and dust on the panicking divinities hiding inside like nothing but scared rats. They shrieked and cried and begged, and the dark god grinned, licking his lips at that sound, before he easily pressed his hand down on top of it and caused it to cave in with just that absent gesture, the building collapsing as those trapped inside tried to flee far too late, their screams forming almost one short echo before the structure crashes down atop them. "Worthless minnows..." The behemoth mocked, his immense bicep barely flexing even as he crushed downwards a little harder, turning the boulders into dust, cancelling even the ruins as he forced the entire hill to cave inwards until its slopes exploded outwards in enormous landslides that buried an entire city block. "You are not worth my time, you useless maggots..."

The titan easily stepped past the flattened, ruined hill and he grinned as he glared down at the cowering and panicking crowds, seeing people running, others begging and yelling pleas and prayers. And nothing of what they did or said mattered one bit, their eyes bulging and their minds shattering as the huge ultragod's foot rushed down, savagely stomping down on them, cracks ripping through the street and the world shaking with the power of just that step as dozens were reduced to nothing but pulp that the dark god slowly, calmly twisted his heel down into.

"I'm turning your home into a bloody cesspit and I'm crushing your sons and daughters... won't you even try to stop me...?" The dark titan mocked, spreading his arms out wide and slapping another two temples into clouds of dust and debris that rained down on the town like meteors, tearing through roofs and walls and squishing people in the streets into nothing but crimson splatters. Black energy crackled in the air around him and smashed down into the city with indescribable ferocity, disintegrating buildings and tearing up entire streets, burning disciples and warriors into ashes while his hand leisurely smeared his gigantic cock in the thick pre leaking from his towering, titanic member as it pulses heavily, every few moments unleashing enormous blasts of pre that smash down over the ruined and razed city, tearing through buildings and crushing victims beneath its weight. His muscles thrummed with terrible, immense physical power and his energies radiated from him in ripples that made reality tremble and yet he grew even larger and greater, his massive form becoming even more gigantic, his musculature even more godlike as the ground cracked and shattered under his toes.

Divinities and holy warriors spread their wings and took off from all over the ruined town, trying to get away from him, but he only smiled coldly and rolled his shoulders, flexing and causing enormous tentacles to push out of his back and arms. Deadly, powerful and spiked tentacles ending in fat cockheads arched high into the air before whip-lashing down, viciously catching the flying creatures and dragging them down, shattering their wings, ripping through their bodies, spearing into their holes, making victims scream and cry out: they lashed outwards, moving violently fast, becoming dozens upon dozens and plowing through bodies for miles around, slashing into buildings and breaking them apart to reveal cowering, terrified divinities trying to hide from him. All useless. All hopeless.

The dark titan snorted in contempt and walked forwards, tentacles ripping through the air around him in a storm of flesh before they suddenly lashed backwards, tossing torn-asunder bodies and gore through the air as the god grew even further, showing them just how much greater his terrible power was. Demonstrating how all what they had seen up to that point, however amazing and terrifying, was still nothing compared to his true strength. He grew and grew, larger with each step that he moved, his footprints becoming larger and larger and his toes sinking deeper and deeper into the ground, leaving behind no signs of the existence of a town, but only blackened, dead ground completely soaked in corruption. He approached the very center of the fortress of the gods, and when he got to the walls of the citadel he was greater than the largest, brightest, tallest towers, looking down on the world with contempt, his monstrous cock still mostly flaccid and yet so great and massive that when he stepped over the wall, it swung into the bastions and crushed them into dust, knocking over towers that looked like puny breadsticks in front of the girth, colossal black member. He strode forwards, crushing entire city blocks beneath his feet as he looked back and forth in disgust, careless of the lives he claimed with every movement, the countless destroyed under him, his tentacles still searching and tearing through buildings and structures around him, ripping apart bodies, devastating entire families in great, powerful thrusts. Within moments, countless corpses were thrust up high in the air around him, impaled like long strings of candy on his black, endless flesh, and yet the great god-being barely acknowledged them as he pulled up one bloodied foot and settled it slowly on top of the great palace that served as residence and throne of the god who ruled over the now dead and devastated system.

Finally, that alien god accepted his fate and charged into battle, but the dark god only lazily, irritably tilted his head back to look upwards as he dived down out of a great portal that ripped open in the fabric of reality. The alien god-king roared and swung down a cruel, immense bardiche, but its blade disintegrated into dust and fragments when it struck the dark titan, and the divinity screamed in shock, stumbling backwards with a cry of agony as the pole-handle bent out of shape and vibrated so violently in his hands it nearly broke his fingers. He humiliatingly fell on his ass, crushing a large portion of what was left of his once glorious town, and his eyes widened in horror as the dark titan shifted his weight teasingly, and his foot tore down through the castle, turning it into nothing but a huge cloud of ivory dust. A distant laughter echoed across the entire Dimension before the same female voice, distorted by distances in space and time, sensually urged: "Destroy him... destroy them all... bugs that do not deserve the honor of cowering in your shadow..."

The defeated king let out a gargling cry when the dark titan reached down and clawed into his face, snorting in entertainment as he hefted him with no effort, before hurling him down into the dirt in front of his feet. And by the time the trembling god-king can look up, the dark titan has increased in size and power to such a degree that his shadow engulfs the entire world, literally, erasing the entire dimension, dissolving him from the edges towards the center, as tremendous lightning bolts of dark energy crackled around the beast. The defeated king of gods and his great town-fortress are given a moment to appreciate just how massively they are dwarfed by that titanic force of destruction: before they had been tiny in his shadow, but now... now they were nothing but a puny ant on an anthill beneath him, his monstrous member flexing, pulsating, before the almighty monster leaned down and the king screamed as that huge cockhead pressed down into and around him, covering his entire body, pinning him down under an unbearable, unfathomable mass of virile black flesh, before the foreskin slid down, engulfing him and his entire town before drawing back up, dragging the god-king with it, pulling him under that sheath, that blanket of flesh. The titan smirked in contempt, idly-stroking his barely-hardened cock, that thick foreskin rolling back and forth along the head of the gigantic member, a faint writhing visible under it before the beast idly leaned back as his member gave a single, powerful flex: and as it hardened a bit further, growing even greater and swelling even larger, he pushed the foreskin forwards, rolling that thick flesh out before his cock flexed and erupted a single blast of precum that ejected the broken, melting remains of the god-king, his disciples and his kingdom far across the rapidly crumbling dimension, pieces of the once-mightiest of that world's gods falling in a hail of stinking juices, covered in gigantic, ferocious sperms: and those the very weakest of the batch, the ones the beast ejects early to make room for more, for larger, for better ones.

A ripple went through the dying dimension as its lord was destroyed, and several voices could be hear shrieking in agony, in despair, in denial... before the closest companions of that defeated king, insane with sorrow and rage, charged out of other portals and assaulted the titan from all sides.

But their attacks went all-but-ignored by the great, dark titan. No blast could buffet him, no blade could scratch him, no form of magic could make him so much as blink. He didn't just deny their force: he absorbed their magic, their abilities, their powers, their strength, before snorting in contempt as he raised his foot, then stomped down, carelessly crushing several of the puny gods under his sole before kicking idly to the side, knocking over several other mountains like they were just houses of cards and sending debris in a roiling cloud over the other half of that rapidly dying world before pulling up his foot again, moving it over the few divinities left and wiggling his toes in a cruel mockery of their despair before stomping down on the, growling in delight as their blood and innards spurt up between his toes. He twisted his heel in place, smiling in contempt, enjoying the horror, the screams, the prayers that ran through his blood, and he idly pushed his foot forwards, kicking up another huge cloud of dust and debris as he turned a fertile plain into a wasteland stained in blood and gore before a voice, so familiar and yet impossible to recognize, urged him on: "Stop playing little games... destroy that worthless world! They are just a waste of mass, a waste of energies... make their energies yours. They are but food for your might! Destroy them and their worthless home!"

The voice was shouting. It was full of arousal, of awe, of pleasure, but it was also vicious, domineering. It commanded him to kill and destroy and absorb... and even if he ignored it, the voice only boomed louder in his mind.

He ignored its commands... but only because what it said was exactly what he wanted to do anyway.

Killer gasped and half-jumped up from the pile of Gigataur furs that worked as his bed. He felt rivulets of sweat rolling down his forehead and he felt like screaming, but he bit his lower lip instead, swallowing his cry down. He chased after the mysterious voice in his mind. He was sure to know it, yet he couldn't absolutely recognize it, warped as it was, booming so loud and yet sounding like the distant echo of a voice that was years and millions of miles away.

He glanced sideways with concern, looking down at the goddesses that shared his bed, worried that he might have awakened and spooked them... but Shine still slept, curled up close to his side, under the protection offered by his huge, powerful arm. The other girls looked calm and relaxed as well, even though several had indeed awakened, including Katy, who was hugging him still, her hands squeezing into his chest. Her eyes glowed in the darkness, looking up into his with quiet concern, and she whispered: "What's wrong, daddy...?"

"A... a nightmare." Killer hesitatingly replied. He wasn't sure those dreams, that he had been having pretty much every night in the last period, could truly be called only nightmares. They felt way too real, and he was beginning to think about the possibility of them being premonitions.

He was sure he wasn't seeing one of his many enemies in action: there was no doubt on the identity of the dark god of his dream. He was his own nightmare.

"I didn't even think there could be anything that could scare you, and even less give you nightmares..." Katy softly said, smiling at him with affection. "In a way, it is nice to see that you are not completely unassailable."

"Again?" Alexis asked, and there was concern in her voice as she gently pulled him closer, guiding his head until it rested upon her naked, glorious bosom. She played idly with the long bangs of hair of his mane, wiping a drop of sweat off his forehead, and made a bit of a grimace when he nodded affirmatively.

"No good." Ira whispered, snuggling closer to his side and pushing up onto an elbow to look into his eyes. "Was it any clearer this time...? Any idea of what it might be...?"

"No." Killer admitted, and it cost him dearly to do so. He had been having similar dark dreams more and more frequently over the last while. It definitely was connected to the exponential growth of his power and abilities, but there was more about them. They were too real to be just... dark, wet wishes of his subconscious.

Ira bit her lower lip slightly, looking down at him with concern as she tried once more to think of a possible explanation, and Katy caressed his cheek gently before asking: "What is it, dad...? You scare me. What's wrong...?"

He looked back at her with concern, hating to see worry and fear in her eyes. He wanted to only ever see her smiling and laughing and beaming with pride and joy. He nuzzled her back, and then shook his head a little. "They are nightmares in which... in which I visit alien worlds. The worlds from which the gods who are attacking us come from. But instead of just destroying their gods and their means to wage wars, I... I rampage over everything and everyone. Massacre. Rape. Corrupt. Destroy. Torture. Brutalize..."

"You did no such thing, daddy." Katy countered, shaking her head slowly and then giving him a little smile, full of affection even though the idea of him liking such horrendous bloodfests still disturbed her. "You might... have been tempted by the idea of... indulging. But you didn't. You killed their gods, sure, but they were the ones who attacked in the first place."

"Yet these dreams feel... so real." Killer mumbled, before falling silent. There was something deeply disturbing about those dreams, but he could not understand them, nor find out what they were trying to tell him.

"You want to turn them into reality...?" Katy quietly asked, looking into his eyes and holding his cheeks in her hands. The huge male shook his head lightly. "No, I don't. I don't want to do that. Yet... yet there is a part of me that adores the idea. That loves these dreams. That love the ideas they give me."

"But that part of you is not the one that takes the decisions." Katy gently remarked, and she gave him a warm, loving smile. "That is what matters, daddy. There is darkness in everyone... and yours is very strong. But it is only a part of you. It is part of what makes you strong. You are stronger than your darkness, because you also have light. The only thing that matters is the choice you make. Not the temptation coming from within, but the choice."

"That sounds like good advice, Lion. She is right." Alexis reassured, before kissing his forehead with love. Their eyes met, and as always a thousand words traveled between them with just that one gaze: she shared his worries, and she was going to help him find the answers, no matter what it took. At the same time, though, she did not want him to worry more than necessary, nor to aggravate Katy with fears and bad thoughts. He smiled warmly and hugged Katy to his chest, whispering: "Of course she is right. Katy is very, very rarely wrong..."

The feline girl smiled in amusement at that, and squeezed him a little harder in her embrace. He turned to meet Ira's eyes next, and she made a bit of a grimace, shaking her head a little. She had found no answers yet, but her look told him that she took the problem very seriously. Still, after Alexis gave her a look, urging her to put the matter to rest for the moment, the cobra finally gave a little nod, accepting that it wasn't a mystery they could solve right there and then. She curled up against his side, resting her head lightly on his massive shoulder, and put a hand on his chest, reassuring: "Dreams... are a state of mind. We will read this particular state, eventually, like we have read the others. We are with you, and the nightmare won't hurt anyone. Try to clear your mind. Put worries and temptations away, and just rest. We have another tough while ahead of us."

He nodded in agreement, and did his best to lock away the many thoughts buzzing in his mind, before giving Katy a teasing squeeze as he asked: "Let me ask you, my darling... You said there is darkness inside everyone. Is there even inside you, then, little angel with the glorious white wings...?"

Katy blushed at that, tilting her head a bit so she could gaze at him even while burying her face in his strong chest. "Yes, of course there is." She admitted, and the huge male recoiled a bit, exaggerating his surprise, before smiling with adoration, squeezing her in his arms. "You are still the brightest ray of sunlight there is."