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_ Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum. Being ready for the fight is what eventually ensures a continuation of peace. _

Chapter 42: Illusory Peace

The black, fast and aggressive Aston Martin roared in her loud, domineering and yet melodious way as it flaked down the mostly-empty road for Kendrew that crossed the small village of Freedall. The few cars and trucks moving on the road were all easily overtaken and left behind, as the supercar shot down the lanes at suicidal speed.

Alexis cackled as she shot past another one car, swinging back into the correct line just before a truck coming from the opposite direction could smash into the Aston, and Killer instinctively winced slightly. Useless to say it, he would have NEVER attempted such a maneuver himself, much as he was a bit of an extreme driver. Only Alexis, with her capability to see several seconds ahead in the flow of the events, could carry out such shows and survive to tell the tale.

And that's also why everyone's so happy about her retreat from car racing competitions. I don't think it would have any sense at all to compete against her at this point.

"Actually no, indeed." Alexis cheerfully piped up from the driving seat, and he grinned himself at the way she always picked up every thought he came up with. She could do it rather easily with everyone, but Killer's mind had mostly no secrets at all for her: their link was so incredibly strong that it was almost like they shared a single mind, apart from being perfect halves of a single, unitary soul. "That's why i don't resume racing. There would not be challenge at all in it." She cheerfully said, grinning widely. "If there ever was."

They had finally took the decision to leave Glacial, where the worst of the fight was long gone, and get back home, and Alexis had assaulted the car and claimed possession of the driving seat before he could reach the handle of the door.

Not that it was totally unexpected... but she was still far too fast not to manage to trick him. She had suddenly dropped down from the balcony under which the car had been parked, just as he pushed open the door of the Aston, and she had flaked into the driving seat, laughing, before he could grab her.

Killer smiled a bit at the memory of it, and glanced towards her with affection, smiling wider as she caught his gaze and winked to him. He had lived so many years without her at his side... and now, he couldn't realize how the hell he had survived so long without Alexis.

Killer turned back to the side window, and he looked over the countryside that flashed outside in a ever-changing, rapidly-moving movie, and he sighed slightly as he mentally checked the last developments, trying to reassure himself that everything had been done, if not perfectly, at least in the best possible way.

Murray was in charge for keeping order and security in place in Glacial: in the latest weeks, Killer and Alexis had lead the efforts to rebuild a solid system of communications in war-torn Glacial, to ensure that the slow take-over process with which Riaku's forces handed towns and villages and regions to Glacial and Kesteven's troops could be controlled and directed minute for minute.

The Praetorias, even if with regret, had accepted to stay in Glacial as well for the moment, providing wise but old Murray with some brutal force and fresh energies. Siegfried and Alexander were both there as well, taking on the brunt of the fighting that still went on sporadically in the southern regions of the kingdom. Mostly, demons of any kind popped up here and there to cause havoc and protect the RA retreat, that was instead far quieter: the RA forces had been swiftly and quietly moving south out of Glacial, trying to avoid further contacts with the Northern Empire's forces... Which, of course, had been running after them, smartly guided by Alexander, who had already managed to capture some vital crossroads, trapping several thousands of enemy soldiers in enormous sacks surrounded by the steel of the tanks of the 7th division. Demons, though, were more problematic most of the time... far more problematic. Most of them, luckily, hadn't been high-ranking demonic creatures, but there had been a few powerful entities coming up. At the moment, Siegfried was taking care of that: apparently, the role of demon slayer enticed him, and he had gladly taken it as a full time second job after fighting alongside Killer against a particularly nasty, gigantic Samanhi demon that had been crushing half of Sangin town to ruins.

Siegfried had also started a new, experimental training program for the Predators, to make them more capable to face the new demonic threat... but of course, he was busy like Hell, because he was taking care of the shaping-up work for the Third Predators division. Nigel, fortunately, was there to help in that complex work: the idea was to expand and reorganize Glacial's Special Forces to turn them into a new, full-time Predators division. The idea had been embraced by mostly everyone with great joy: both units could learn quite a lot from each other, and a new, division-sized, special operations-capable unit was going to come more than just handy.

Rika was also helping: the Marines were tough and professional soldiers, and most of the new recruits for expanding the special forces were going to come from them and from the Parachutists: Rika was fervently occupying the time she did not spend fighting to select and train the most promising elements under her command, to hand them off to Nigel and Siegfried for the Predators selections.

Talon and Maverick were still in Glacial with a squadron of Typhoon fighters: more jet planes were being sent in the base in Glacial as this was repaired and expanded with a new, longer runway, and Talon was already taking, on top of his combat tasks, on the role of instructor for the volunteers of the re-birthing Glacial Air Force, something that had been completely destroyed in the years of Riaku's occupation. Enthusiasm was high for the air force, and the volunteers were many: besides, Alexis, in quality of ex fighter pilot herself, had gladly taken on the symbolic role of Air Force Leader, and that little gesture alone had meant words for the survived pilots that, left without planes, had been fighting as rebels for years and now were getting back to become the first, experienced core of the new fighting wings.

Killer had asked Rika to be careful, and to finally leave the fights to reach Kendrew and have some peace... And she had finally accepted. She was going to come in a few days time, bringing little Tuomas with her at the royal palace.

She was fought between the will to fight and the wish to just give all her attention and care to her beloved son, and it had not been an easy choice for her: the hunger for revenge over the RA was extremely high into her, as burning as the tremendous memory of how she had had her whole family slaughtered, and how she had had to destroy her father's corpse, turned into a zombie-soldier... But Killer had been able to make her realize that there was time for the revenge. Now, for her, it was the time to enjoy the role of mother whenever that was possible... And she had not just accepted, but made clear that she also had another role she cherished, as she dropped down onto the sofa they had been sitting upon and pulled him down over her, wrapping her legs tightly around his thick waist.

"Yeah, that was a frigging A+ fuck." Alexis observed, grinning widely. "Rika is one hot bitch... I'm glad to have her in for a threesome at any time."

"We are actually heading for a foursome, at the moment, though." Killer observed with a grin, and Alexis nodded with a cheerful smirk, licking at her muzzle teasingly.

The Aston Martin growled as Alexis slowed down, leaving the main road to enter the small village of Freedall. Killer couldn't help but look up to the hills, to the forest from where he had walked that faithful day, years before...

He looked out of the window and over the small wood-and stone buildings old of centuries and not ruined by the progress and by the time, remembering every detail of the short walk down that same street. And Alexis turned to gaze at him, smiling in silence as she let him call up his memories, the images of the day that had changed his life, slowing down a little more as she drove down the narrow, ancient street to reach the square of the village, people on both sidewalks staring at the enormous, powerful black car and kneeling, well knowing who was inside, much as the dark windows allowed them to see little or none of the two sovereigns...

And finally, the Aston pulled up straight in front of the old Inn of Sigmund. Killer couldn't help but smile a bit as the car stopped in front of the large windows topped by the slightly-faded sign with the simple red writing "Freedal's Inn".

The large glass windows, slightly arched at the top and kept together by a wooden structure. The small wooden door that already back then had forced a shorter, younger Killer to bend deeply to enter without smashing the wall down... Everything was like it had been back then.

But I like to think I'm wiser, and that I've changed for the better from that day, at least...

"Well, you are even bigger, stronger, and you've got a far bigger cock as well, which we all thought was not possible. Can you get even better than so...?" Alexis cheerfully asked, grinning playfully, and he rolled his eyes upwards with an amused little snort before pointing out: "I wasn't exactly thinking about that kind of improvements, you know."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Save the world, don't rape people, or at least don't fuck their brain literally out of the skull, this kind of improvements." Alexis airily listed, waving a hand dismissively as she leaned forwards and rested on her huge arms as they crossed over the wheel, her chin resting on them. "You should try and forget that past, Lion." She stated after a few long moments of silence. "You've saved lots of people from that day onwards... You've done all the good you could do to remedy to your past slaughters. You saved Kesteven, saved Glacial, saved Riaku himself, both from himself and, far worse, from my wrath..."

Killer grinned a bit at this despite himself.

"... and you are fucking battling to save a world that more than your help deserves your merciless domination. Come on, we both know that this world sucks. It is full of wimp bastards full of money and power-hungry, that need to rule over the world to compensate for the tiny dicks they are. It is full of stupid people, of cowards and of every disgusting example of "me-first" person. The best thing you could do would be crush all those "leaders" who take their power from money and people's stupidity under your foot, squish them all well and make everyone crawl on the ground up to your throne to kiss your feet as you show them all what real power is." Alexis firmly stated, closing her eyes with a bit of a grin. "You could totally destroy this world and build it anew, and make it far better than it ever was, make of your light a new Dawn of courage and honor... Or just wrap it up in your darkness until the Sun does not enlighten it anymore, and the whole planet is just a toy, a harem at your feet to play with. Instead, you want to save it... even if they don't deserve salvation at all..."

"I've imposed myself already more than enough in my life. On more than enough people. I'm definitely not the right person to decide what's right and what's wrong, what is good and what is evil... and now I must ensure that everyone is free to make its choice for life." Killer mumbled quietly, leaning back into the seat and sighing a bit.

"Actually, my love... the fact that you so openly admit your issues, makes me say that there's no one that could decided better than you what is right and what is wrong." Alexis said quietly, smiling a bit to herself, even as he remained silent and thoughtful. "After all, you don't get other than total assholes that claim to always know what you should do, what is good and whatnot. Not a fucking bastard ready to admit that he's not the owner of Truth, and that he may be wrong."

Killer smiled gently, and she nuzzled him quietly, gifting him a quiet smile of her own... But much as there was a good part of truth in her statement, they both knew that Killer was not going to change his mind. His lust for power was too great, too limitless and dangerous, to risk and leave it a chance, even small, to take over.

And besides, Alexis shared his own lustful dreams of total domination, he knew it. She knew it, too. They both had never been able to erase the images of the world in chains under their shared throne. They still felt that their deepest desire was to rule like gods. Like the only, supreme gods.

Killer had seen it clearly one night, when he and Alexis had shared every deepest, hidden lust that lived into them... Oh, he had seen it.

Alexis had literally shaped their common, dark lust in images as they had fucked with a ferociousness that would have given chills of terror to everyone. He and her had both seen those images in their minds, and enjoyed them deeply, making their vicious ride even more of a dark paradise for them...

_Killer, gigantic and demon-like, with golden horns protruding from his head as he sat on a throne made of skeletons, hundreds of barbed, enormous tentacle-cocks stretching out from his powerful back to rape tens of persons at once, ravaging each and every hole of them, ripping them all apart like they were paper dolls...

Alexis, with her own dark wings, her own curving, golden horns, had been sitting at his side, on the same throne, yet in a subordinate position... she had been bound by thick chains of gold and crimson links, and the chains had been all going to his hands.

Alexis, the Queen and the Slave at the same time. The merciless goddess and his devote bitch... She was on his same level, yet a step lower, eagerly submitted to his power, to his total domination. Her collar was made of gold and skulls and diamonds, a jewel worth of the empress she was, but it still was there around her neck, to show she was a slave for him.

Her boots squishing heads like tomatoes under her soles.

Her mouth eagerly searching his cock as it ripped out the chest of the hundredth victim, wrapped in torn guts and soaked with blood and gore.

Blood covering them both.

Their mouths hungrily kissing and sharing pieces of ripped, raw meat from the last victim, the guts of whom were still wrapped along his blood-dripping shaft.

Uncountable persons lapping her blood-stained boots in worship.

Even more coming to worship his own feet and provide relief to his endless Lust, body after body being ripped apart, fucked until nothing of it was left, if not a pulp of blood and gore and his seed. His potent seed. Everywhere. Incandescent and powerful, dripping from everywhere.

His black wings hiding the sun, seeming to cover the whole word... but the sun was blood-red anyway, and little light it made, in a sky that was obscure and covered in dark clouds.

The world was a pile of ruins and wrecks and corpses and ashes.

And it lay without hopes under Killer's foot. Under those feet that the survivors worshipped before they were destroyed and torn to pieces..._

"We both know what we like." Killer said, turning to her to give her a little smile. "But we both know that... people should not die just because we take pleasure in it, just because we are powerful enough to step over them all like they were carpets. If anything, our power should be used to help them survive moments like this..."

"You and your mania to be a frigging hero. A shiny angel in white, gleaming armor." Alexis countered with a grin, opening her eyes to give him an amused gaze. "We are demons, love. Not angels. We should just totally wrap the world in our darkness, and have fun for what we are." She gently said, and then she smiled, straightening and leaning to the side to rest her head on his shoulder with a sigh of relax and happiness.

"But you know it... Either way, whatever you choose to do, whatever road you take, I'm with you to the very end. If you want to destroy the world, I'll be with you. I'll worship you, stay with you, add my own Darkness to your own as you blot out even the sun... And if you decide to save it, I'm with you to the very end, and I'll bathe in your Light as it gives this world a new dawn." She finally said, looking up into his eyes with a loving smile, and Killer bent down to kiss her lips gently, closing his eyes with a sigh of amazed, grateful adoration.

"Thank you, love..." The huge male whispered, incapable to find better words for how he loved her, for how awesome she was... and he nuzzled her teasingly before he grinned a bit and assured: "It does not mean we won't do bad stuff like Regina's slaughter anymore, you know. We just need some... moderation."

"Moderation." Alexis snorted amusedly. "You're a giant, hot hulking male with 97 fucking inches of pussy-wrecking cock and you talk of moderation." She teasingly exclaimed, and she playfully bit at his throat, rubbing her fangs against his neck slowly... before straightening with a wide grin. "But hey, we came here to fuck two hot bitches, right? Then, let's go! Enough waiting already!"

She pushed her door open, and Killer dived in for the keys in the control panel, cackling in the illusion that she may had forget them there... But with her own cackle and a lightning-fast movement, Alexis shot her hand out and snagged them off, his fingers wrapping around thin air as he blinked in surprise.

"Bitch." Killer grumbled, and Alexis leaned close through the door, coming muzzle to muzzle to grin into his eyes.

"Babe, you can't ask me to be one only when it is about blowing that big cock of yours and you like it." She replied teasingly, and both ligers laughed quietly before stepping out of the supercar and slam the doors shut, Alexis walking ahead of him as he purposefully took a moment of delay to stay back and satiate his need for her seductive grace.

The way she walked on those high-heeled black boots, the way her hips moved, the way her body acted... hell, it was something indescribable. A pure show of grace and power at once. Femininity and strength and dominance.

A predator beast is seen not just when in action, but even just in the way it moves.

Alexis could feel his eyes on her for all the short travel that brought her to the door of the inn, and she turned slightly to grin teasingly over her shoulder at him as he pulled up behind her, smiling slightly down at her.

"Watch out!" She purred playfully, making him tilt his head curiously to the side. "You don't want to be seen drooling all over me, right...?" She teasingly said, touching his lips gently with a finger, and he snorted laughter before lightly pushing her forwards.

Forgetting, though, that she was going to foresee it come... and thus failing miserably to even budge her as her powerful body easily repealed the blow with the lightest of flexes of her potent musculature.

"You don't want me to pull my cock out here and now and have you drool all over it in front of everyone, either." Killer replied with a grin as he pushed the door open for her, and she bent down and stepped inside with a grin, her tail reaching up to stroke invitingly under his chin and along his cheek as she murred with an accomplice grin.

"Not sure I don't want it..."

Killer grinned, letting his head tilt backwards as the silk-like tail slowly and teasingly stroked under his muzzle, giving him a pleasant shiver that traveled down his spine and almost made his malehood stiffen in warm pleasure and anticipation.

He bent deeply to step inside just after her, and carefully straightened back up once inside, his tall mohawk brushing unpleasantly against the ancient beams of massive wood that sustained the ceiling, and making him grimace slightly as Alexis looked at him with amusement as she stood nearby, her muscular arms crossed.

Silence had fell into the noisy bar, that had been full of voices until the door had opened, but Killer didn't immediately noticed it, as he rubbed a hand in his long mane to whip a spiderweb off.

"What?" He asked as he met Alexis's amused, sly grin, and she tilted her head indicatively to the side, and he gave a small sound realization, rolling his eyes with a groan as he caught sight of the patrons in the bar, who had all dropped off their chairs to silently kneel on the wooden floor.

The closer ones were young wolf male, accompanied by his vixen girlfriend, a petite 6 feet girl wearing a simple red belly-shirt on her small but firm bosom and a simple pair of jeans. She was resting on her knees very close to his booted foot, and she was looking up at him with fawning eyes, taking with amazement in the sight of the giant male liger, in the full glory of his over 18 feet of muscles and power.

Killer coughed a bit, and looked across the bar to see that even a massive, 9-feet rhino male with a muscle shirt stretched by thick slabs of muscle had dropped down on the floor and was actually shying away from his gaze like it could hurt him...

But before the giant liger could say anything, he heard a cheerful and well know voice commanding sharply but still playfully: "Hail to the king, dogs!"

Athena, in fact, had quickly stood up from the same corner-sofa where she had been sitting the first time they had met, and now she and Joy were both running towards the giant male, smiling cheerfully for his long awaited return.

Killer had just a moment to smile at them, and then he quickly stretched out his arms to catch them as both females jumped straight at him, tackling him from both sides as he grunted while two pair of arms reached up to wrap around his neck tightly.

"Welcome back!" Athena cheerfully exclaimed, and Joy quietly kissed his cheek from the other side as he smiled a bit, squeezing them against his body as he held them both up in his arms.

"Yeah... thanks." Killer replied lamely, coughing slightly as he saw everyone staring at him... And the two females traded a look before quietly sliding down to their feet, standing before him for a moment before bowing deeply.

"Oh, come on... no bows." Killer mumbled, and Athena and Joy laughed softly, straightening and gently walking to his sides, gently wrapping their arms each around one of his huge muscular ones, leaning their heads against his bulging biceps as Alexis grinned slightly from where she stood, a step behind the larger male.

"It is so good to see you..." Joy said cheerfully, and Killer smiled down at her affectively before saying quietly: "It is good to see you too."

Athena, meanwhile, crossed Alexis's firm gaze and immediately gave a quiet, reassuring nod. "Anubis and Mryia are fine. Nike and Electra are keeping an eye on them, no worries."

Alexis nodded silently, but her smile grew far more serene after that... and she gladly followed as Killer walked towards the bench of the bar, trying to ignore the fact that people still stubbornly refused to stand up from their knees, like they all feared to be beaten to a pulp if they dared doing so. Well, actually everyone save for a tall male lion that had frozen in the act of bringing a glass of beer to his lips and was now staring at him from where he sat on his stool at the bench, and a small male otter that had been sitting nearby that ultimately crashed down on his ass as he instinctively slowly backed off from the approaching giant male until he fell off the stool.

Killer looked flatly down at him, and the otter trembled violently, crawling backwards out of the way as rapidly he could, and the huge male liger feared to have spotted sudden wetness soaking the crotch of the 5.8-feet male... The grin spreading on Alexis's muzzle seemed to confirm it, too.

"Oh, for god's sake!" Killer grumbled, and he bent forwards to grab the otter by the neck of his shirt, ignoring the shriek that the gesture caused, and bad-temperedly lifting the smaller male off the ground to drop him standing on his shaky feet.

"Stand the hell up everyone and go back to your business!" The huge liger grumbled bad temperedly, as Athena and Joy covered their mouths with their hands to hide their laughter as everyone in the crowded room quickly scrambled back up and onto the seats at the tables.

"You should show more patience, if you don't want them to piss their pants in fear every time." Alexis suggested wisely, and Killer let out a deep sigh before sitting onto the bench of the bar, holding Athena and Joy sitting in his lap.

"Good morning, Doggy." Killer finally said, looking to the ancient wolf that still ran the Inn, and that was standing behind the bench, by far the quietest of all the persons in the bar, and the one that had better reacted to the arrival of the king. "Sigmund, right...?"

"Yes, Majesty." The old wolf answered calmly, bowing his head as he did so. "It's a honor to have you visiting once more. It is quite some time from the last visit."

"Quite." Killer admitted, and then he smiled slightly as he looked down at the two tigresses in his lap while Alexis gracefully sat down at his side, primly crossing her long legs and nonchalantly picking up a glass of whisky that had once been of the otter male, drinking it quietly even as she looked to the side with grinning eyes as Athena and Joy clung to Killer's thick chest.

If they hadn't imagined why a meeting had been planned in Sigmund's Inn, of all places, they had anywhere planned to coate Killer into sex, most likely. Alexis was the master of such art, and could have told easily, without using her powers, and even if the two girls had hidden their scope far better.

The simple and tight, form-fitting jeans shorts they wore barely got all the way down to the top of their thighs, and under their plain white belly shirts there was no bra to hide their firm breasts and the already hard nipples that poked through the fabric. That, and the short boots of leather they wore also told Alexis that they had been planning to make Killer happy. He liked that kind of dressing on his females, after all...

And who better of Alexis could know it...?

"Why meeting here...?" Joy asked curiously, but Alexis grinned, getting more than just a feeling that she knew already the answer, and Killer squeezed quietly around the waist of the lithe tigress, nuzzling her quietly as he grinned a bit.

"You truly don't imagine it...?" The huge male whispered teasingly, and he patted his hand on the bench, giving her a tell-tale gaze, as Athena, daring far more, quietly reached her hands up to push open wider the black Predator jacket that the male wore loosely and open over his masculine, bare form.

"I made a promise, once. And you know how I act about promises." Killer completed, grinning as Athena rubbed her hands down his thick, muscular chest, holding her breath as she marveled at the powerful built of his musculature once more, Alexis looking over it with amusement.

"You keep them." Joy replied with a sly grin, nodding cheerfully before crossing her arms on her chest, seizing her shirt and lifting it off in a swift, sensual movement, uncovering her firm breasts and her perked nipples.

There was a shocked, general breath-holding in the whole bar as the young tigress purred and pushed her naked bosom against his thick, masculine chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, and Athena only added to the surprise of their audience as she straightened with a murr and get rid of her own shirt.

"Yeah! It took even less than I imagined it would!" Alexis exclaimed, grinning widely as she swiftly opened her own black leather jacket and threw it on top of a stunned fox staring at her naked, godlike breasts with gaping mouth.

"We didn't had him around for all this time, you know!" Athena replied promptly, as she undid the fly of her pants and let them slid down her long legs, before sliding her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushing those slowly and sensually down as well. "It is not like we can resist that much longer."

Killer grinned widely, as Joy stripped before him and Athena went down on her knees between his widespread legs, letting out a ravenous little growl as she squeezed hungrily on the enormous bulge in the crotch of his black pants as her other hand fuddled for the zip after quickly undoing his fly... And the huge male tilted his head backwards with a murr, hands behind his head as he looked down invertedly at Sigmund and grinned. "Sorry. You're going to inherit a lot of clean-up work to do later."

"Yeah, depending on where he decides to blow his loads, it may take a few days or several weeks, to clean it all up." Alexis added cheerfully, and Killer rolled his eyes a bit at that, even though he couldn't avoid grinning a little wider.

"It... it'll take the time... it takes." Sigmund babbled, resigned to the evidence, and Killer nodded agreeably as Alexis grinned, her hand slowly undoing the fly of her own pants as she gazed hungrily over Athena, the smaller tigress pulling open Killer's pants and jerking them down his potent legs as he straightened a bit to ease her task.

Joy stepped out of her panties and eagerly went down on her knees beside Athena, reaching her hands up with the reverence of someone who's touching a God, rubbing her palms against the monstrous, obscene bulge in his exposed boxers before jerking down the waistband of them, lowering them along the length of his gargantuan shaft.

Athena and Joy looked up at him with a gasp that did not carry the full surprise of the first times, but that still carried the same amazement, Joy's eyes widening as she stared to the thick, enormous root of his gigantic shaft, her mouth gaping in that way that Killer loved so much, Athena murring as she reached a hand up to scratch playfully in the thick, flush fur of his crotch as her other hand wrapped gently around the middle of his long, dangling cock, feeling it twitching under her grasp as joy pulled down his underwear, unveiling more and more inches of unbelievable malehood.

There was a collective gulp of astonishment in the Inn as the two tigresses quietly parted a bit when Joy finally brought Killer's boxers down to his feet and he stepped out of them and of his pants, leaving open sight to the public as his movement caused his humongous member to dangle a bit between his muscular thighs, the head of his cock, bigger than the head of the otter from earlier even while he was still flaccid, hanging well past his knees; his shaft huge and thick and covered in finger-thick veins and two gigantic, incredible testicles hanging heavily in a massive white-furred sac between his thighs.

Alexis herself grinned widely at the shock that reddened the faces of the people in the bar, her smirk mercilessly focusing on the males scattered at the tables as they seemed to visibly shrink smaller as they wilted in front of such display of might. The girls had very different reactions... the vixen at the first table had turned towards Killer and was now staring at his gigantic cock while slowly licking her lips, her cheeks burning red in a mix of amazement and arousal... Her boyfriend, instead, was gaping silently, losing the color on his face.

"That's what happens when Killer shows off." Alexis teasingly said to Sigmund, smirking happily as she slowly slid a finger down her exposed, blossoming sex, her wetness already dripping onto the bench. "His redwood-cock affects everyone... either by making females hot and drooling from ALL their lips..." The femme fatale grinned, and turned to look at the muscular male sitting on the stool nearby, as he stared to Killer so intently not to notice that he had dropped his glass and beer was cascading out of it and onto the floor. "... or by making fellow males ashamed of their tiny toothpick-dicks."

"Wait 'till he's hard!" Athena said, grinning herself as she and Joy put their hands around his enormous shaft, pumping their four little fists along the immense length of obsidian, thick flesh, several inches already separating their thumbs from their index fingers, his girth far too great to encompass, and rapidly growing even bigger as he let out a quiet growl and started to powerfully harden up and grow towards erection.

Athena slid to the right side of Killer, and Joy to the left, the two females knelling down face to face, separated only by the male's enormous, quickly-growing organ as they slowly stroked their hands along the sides of his gigantic cock, feeling it throb with power under their palms as it grew and grew and grew, towering well above their heads as it hardened and swelled and took on the consistence of tempered steel as it reached its full glory, over 97 inches long and monstrously thick, the gigantic cock bigger than most of the people seating at the tables of the Inn, with its 8 incredible feet of length.

The smaller between the persons in the bar trembled with a whole new fear, as they locked their astonished gazes on a cock far bigger than they were tall... And Killer grinned as he wrapped his own huge hand around the thick base of his shaft, pumping leisurely on his enormous cock, the liger male looking even more gigantic now that he truly showed just how much he towered over everyone.

"Let us serve you, Master..." Athena breathed out, and Joy nodded as both females straightened a bit and pushed closer to the towering, immense rod of flesh between them, both females grinning up at him teasingly as Joy said: "We've been... planning... this special treat for you."

Alexis grinned and licked at her lips slowly as she looked over them with a mix of interest, amusement and pure lust, murring a bit as she gently toyed with herself while Athena and Joy pushed forwards at once and kissed the opposite sides of Killer's enormous cock.

He murred in pleasure, feeling their tongues dancing against his hard, hot flesh almost in synchrony as the two girls drooled hungrily onto his shaft, letting strings of saliva streaking down his black, hard rod, their hands stroking slowly along the sides of his gigantic cock to spread their drool over the immense surface of his thick member.

Athena lapped sloppily up the huge length of his obsidian cock, squatting and slowly standing up as she licked her way up along his gigantic length, tilting her head to the side so she could look hungrily up at him with her eye, even as her arm wrapped around the top half of his godlike shaft, her hand twisting backwards quietly to rub gently over the enormous flared head of his cock, spreading his thick, masculine pre down his own length. She let out wet, obscene and hungry sounds as drool hang from her parted lips in dangling ropes, her hand catching those to rub her warm spittle over his gargantuan shaft, her tongue lapping back and forth to spread her moisture onto his steel-hard meat. Joy, on the other side of his enormous cock, valiantly fought to make her own slavish reverence just as beautiful for him, as her hands ran up and down the girth of his huge cock and she planted sloppy, loving kisses along his tremendous length, her eyes staring up teasingly and lovingly to his ones as he grinned and rested back with a low murr of amusement, enjoying their ministrations quietly, unfazed by the large public gaping at the shameless act from every corner of the bar.

Athena, as always, took the lead between the two, and turned to look up at him with hungry eyes, drool falling from her lips as she slowly licked her muzzle and got up in a squat, her hands moving up to fondle her large, firm bust slowly, staring to his sapphire eyes with lustful, slavish and servile abandon... And he grinned, giving the smallest of nods as he dropped a huge hand lightly on her skull, fingers sinking through her long hair and squeezing lightly onto her skull.

The tigress purred deeply at this, her eyes sliding closed with an expression of pure bliss as she instinctively arched a bit, rubbing against his palm needingly, even as she turned back to his enormous, throbbing shaft, wrapping her large, firm breasts as best she could around the thick, enormous cock of the liger, her eye looking out to the side and up to his grinning face as she panted quietly and began to slowly, reverently move her whole body up and down with her legs, squatting slowly and squeezing her own breasts with her hands, pushing them tightly around his immense, overflowing girth, tongue stretched out to lap at his enormous cock with every movement.

Athena loved the feeling of the immense cock buried into the warm flesh of her bosom: it alone made her moan quietly, and she felt an incredible thrill coming from the way he dominated her from above with his grinning gaze, as he drank greedily of her submission and of the delightful feeling of his cock resting between her soft bosom. Her pleasure only grew greater as she darted a gaze to the opposite direction and took in the sight of all the patrons of the bar staring silently and dumbfounded, the huge male liger easily establishing total dominance over them all with just his presence, ignoring them completely and yet seeming to crush them under his feet, metaphorically.

She could easily understand them, though... as both her and Joy looked up at him with equal submission and an emotion that was both needy love, reverence and even some fear as he held lightly a hand on each of their heads, in a gesture that was both regard and ownership. With just his presence, he dominated both of them entirely, and made them both feel that he was the almighty god, and they were just his little paws, his slaves to toy with as he pleased.

Killer let out a hot, relaxed breath laden with pleasure as Athena and Joy pushed their muzzles against either side of his huge shaft, Joy stretching out her tongue to drag it slowly up one side of his massive penis. Athena, far less shy, was already working her way up the other side of the liger's large shaft, worshipping it with gentle kisses at the end of each loving, long lick, moving slowly up to the head before dancing her tongue teasingly on top of the engorged, flared tip of his penis as she looked up at him with lustful eyes, and Killer looked down at her with a quiet growl of pleasure as he squeezed the back of her skull lightly, grinning in dominance as Alexis wrapped her strong arm around his shoulders, leaning against his side and spreading her legs to show him how her long fingers gently played with herself.

"I like your plan, bitches... keep it going."

Athena and Joy murred quietly at the words of their king and Master, Joy slavishly pushing her cheek against the thick, hard cock as she continued to take long, slow laps up the length of his shaft before she began to work her way downwards, drooling hungrily down the obsidian, godlike rod of meat, one of her hands pumping quietly along the obscene girth of his cock as the other slid slowly up to massage his rippling, powerful abdominals, the female greedily inhaling the strong scent of the huge male, pressing her muzzle even closer as she reached the base of his shaft, thick and enormous. She dwelled there for a moment, rubbing her face quietly against the gigantic cock, then she slid down a bit further to lap at the curve of his godlike testicles, moaning quietly as she pushed her face against one of the enormous twin orbs, each one far bigger than her head, her mouth kissing at the surface of his heavy, low-hanging ball, working her lips against it for a few moments before lapping at it gently as Athena continued to drag her drool-dripping tongue teasingly around the head of the liger's shaft, kissing along the gigantic flare, easily as large as her face and probably more, before lapping slowly at the sensitive tip of his cock, tasting his thick, potent pre directly from his large slit, murring as blasts of the viscous fluid painted her face with hot white maleness.

Killer thrust lightly upwards against the pleasures of the two females, growling in his throat as he squeezed the backs of their skulls in dominance, pulling them closer against his monstrous length as he felt Joy nuzzling and lapping slowly at one of his heavy, sperm-bloated testicles as Athena lapped hungrily at the thick pre that he blasted out in thick volleys , one of which escaped her greedy mouth and splattered across one of the bar's tables, several feet away, causing the young vixen seated at it to gape and stare with badly-hidden hunger to the white male-juice that plastered the round table and dripped from the edge of it onto the floor.

The vixen's boyfriend was even more astonished than her, and he nearly toppled over as he instinctively pushed back on the chair when the thick fluid splashed on the table. He flailed his arms comically and winced, stumbling back in place with a grunt, and he blushed violently as Killer and Alexis traded a soft laughter that topped the obscene, wet noises of Joy and Athena's working mouths.

"Why don't you lap all that male up, huh, bitch...? I bet you'd love it." Killer teased, grinning with dominance as he looked off to the stunned vixen, and his tone suggested it was far more a command than a simple suggestion... either way, the vixen was more than evidently ready to do it anyway, even in the case that it had been just a friendly joke.

The vixen complied to his order immediately, and her boyfriend gaped in horror as she eagerly rubbed her face in the lake of thick pre that covered the surface of the table, bathing her features in Killer's potent fluid as she lapped it up with a low, deep murr, under Killer's and Alexis's grinning gazes, the blond femme fatale grabbing a goblet from the bench and bringing it up to the huge male's cock to catch a new blast of thick pre: it easily filled up the glass to overflow, and Alexis murred in delight before bringing the dripping goblet to her lips, grinning widely to Killer as she licked her lips slowly and then hungrily drank the thick, potent fluid, swallowing it in noisy, large gulps, rivulets of dense pre streaking down her neck and down her bare, enormous breasts, where a hand eagerly massaged to spread the thick manliness along the whole godlike bosom.

Killer stared at this with lust, grinning as his tongue slowly licked at his muzzle, his eyes meeting her sideways grin and recognizing the same burning lust in her own sapphire irises... And Athena and Joy seemed to catch it as the sign that the time had come to truly serve him, and Athena moved to squeeze her large breasts against his shaft, welcoming half of his enormous girth between her soft, large bosom, the huge male thrusting up a bit at the same time so the huge head of his cock rubbed back and forth along her lips. His other hand pushed Joy gently back down to the base of his cock, fingers squeezing into her skull as he kept her lips pushing against his shaft and she opened her eyes, her own hands reaching up to push her breasts around the base of his cock, until her nipples and Athena's own almost touched, his gigantic shaft sandwiched from the opposite sides by their cleavages, as Joy watched Athena stare up at Killer with lust and want for a few moments, before looking up at him herself, with equal lust cursing through her. Then, ever so slowly, the two tigresses squatted upwards, sliding their breasts along his enormous length, until Athena's lips touched the head of his monstrous cock and she opened her muzzle as the end of his penis moved against her lips. Athena opened her mouth so far as she could, until a small pop could be heard, and it briefly hurt her, but she ignored it as she suckled hungrily on the head of his colossal member and she began to descend painstakingly downwards, the gigantic shaft stretching her jaws as it first crammed her muzzle, then invaded even further into her and then forced down her throat, stretching and reshaping even her neck as it bulged obscenely around his thickness.

Athena gagged a bit as she managed to force down almost a whole foot of his obsidian meat, her eyes closing tightly for a moment as her head gave a little jerk, forcing maybe another two inches or so down into her throat as Killer let his head tilt backwards, grinning in obvious pleasure at the feeling of his shaft buried down her muzzle, claiming her depths, to levels both amazing and unsafe, as his hugeness speared into her. Joy, meanwhile, was still continuing to lap and kiss at his shaft, keeping it squeezed lovingly between her breasts as she moved down in synchrony with Athena, so that their bosoms could wrap all around his impossible girth, and the drooling, stretched lips of Athena nearly touched the upside of her breasts, Joy staring with an arousal that she found almost shocking as her friend struggled to take even more of the huge penis into her throat, and Killer thrust teasingly forwards to choke her further, his shaft powerful and deadly in its godlike glory as her large, firm breasts bounced a bit, and her hands squeezed on them to keep them in place as his flesh stretched them apart one from the other.

Killer's hand on the back of her head forced her a bit deeper, even as Athena gargled and choked, reaching her limit... and then he finally allowed her to withdraw slowly as she began to suffocate around the huge penis buried into her throat, restricting her breathing and jamming her jaws open. It moved back, inch-by-inch, as Athena slowly journed back upwards, finally allowing the tigress enough space to breathe once more, the female panting hard and then opening her mouth wide to moan as the massive cock pulled free from her jaws, thick ropes of drool and saliva and pre stretching and hanging from it and many of them still attached on the other end to the tigress's throat, as both she and Joy stared at this with lustful shock as they moved back up along his member with slow, perfect tempo.

Then, as Killer watched with a delighted murr, Joy and Athena kissed, just above the enormous head of his cock, the two females opening their lips wide and wrestling their tongues together as Joy eagerly lapped up the dangling ropes of drool and manliness, tasting his potent flavor from Athena's mouth as the latter female pushed with her tongue a wide load of pre and saliva in her friend's throat, the moisture of thick fluids dripping and hanging in stretchy ropes from their joined muzzles.

It was Joy's turn next, and the lither, quieter female swallowed thickly, staring at the massive shaft before meekly looking up at the giant male with a slight tremble. She knew that her fear would only fuel his lust and pleasure, and so she did no efforts to hide how much his hugeness and power still made her feel vulnerable and weak and doomed, despite the gentleness and affective care he had always used with her... And probably she loved the fear he caused her, even if she couldn't say for sure... Certainly, her already hot and dripping loins had been only made hotter and wetter by the feeling of the male's attention changing to her, and the way she squeezed instinctively her thighs together, rubbing them quietly was a clear sign of it. She looked up into his burning sapphire eyes, and then looked back to his thick shaft as Killer murred a bit in expectation, pulling his hips back a bit to bring the head of his immense ninety-seven inches of throbbing, godlike cock straight against her lips, the huge, rounded head rolling against her mouth slowly as Joy tentatively pushed her muzzle forwards, then gently lapped at it, before she slowly opened her mouth and settled her lips on the head of his penis as she felt his fingers squeezing and massaging her skull.

Joy kissed his cock lovingly, like it was a lover, tongue rolling back and forth over the curves of his engorged, flared head as her lips worked slowly against the sensitive flesh, while Athena lapped at his cock from the opposite side, their breasts squeezing against the immense shaft in a warm, loving embrace of soft flesh against steel-hard meat.

She could feel him thrusting slightly, a bit more of the end of his black-fleshed member sinking into her muzzle before she stretched her jaws as wide as she could and dived forwards, eyes shutting tightly as she felt the great cock forcing into her maw, cramming her mouth, filling her up as the flesh rubbed against her lips, tongue, teeth, immediately conquering her as far as the back of her throat with barely the head in, his strong taste filling up her muzzle as inches after inches after inches of thick, gigantic cock flooded into her mouth without a stop, the immense invader easily overpowering her. She could feel Athena's loving licks through his shaft somehow, and moreover she could feel the incandescent heat and the powerful, almost threatening throbbing of his cock, his taste powerful enough to crush her consciousness and gain her attention enough that she did not even notice herself forcing a muffled moan out around the huge penis. It filled her with a strange bliss, a content ecstasy she felt always when she knew she was serving him well, that she was being a toy for his pleasure, and that he was in total control over her, as his colossal penis forced down deep into her throat, choking her as it forced her neck to bulge out, but still wanted, needed even as it seemed to push into her stomach already, with so much immense malehood still flooding into her in a sublime manifestation of obscene virile power. And it gave her an awesome thrill, as she knew that he so easily could have overpowered her, and speared her across with his cock, killed her with no effort, used her as a bloody sextoy to rip apart... It was weird, it was horrible... and yet thinking to it only added to her ecstasy, as her fingers moved against her vagina, fingers teasingly rolling along her lips before slipping in, first one, then adding another and finally a third as well, thrusting them back and forth into her passage as she felt her wetness leaking out onto her hand and down her legs, her thumb rolling over her clit gently as she forced even the fourth finger in, aware that even so, it was nothing compared to the massive shaft that was soon going to spear into her tight passage, stretching it gaping-wide.

The huge cock continued to invade her throat, pushing deeper as his hand shoved lightly on the back of her head, stopping her from instinctively jerking her head back even as she felt herself gagging... but she managed to force the reflex away, at least for the moment, her eyes opening as she mentally reprimanded herself for almost failing after just 18 inches of his gigantic, 97-inches monster, her cheeks reddening with a guilty feeling. And she stared to the immense length of powerful cock still to go as she made sure to keep pushing her chest against his colossal shaft, meeting for a moment Athena's lustful gaze as the fellow female lapped at the Killer's flavor-enriched drool that streaked down from Joy's stretched jaws felt a strange, and she again felt that unsafe thrill mixing with her pleasure and adding to it... he was massive enough to easily suffocate someone, and she was all too well aware of it s his large cock crammed her so much to cut her airways entirely. He was gigantic enough that her jaws felt about to explode in fragments, how much they were stretched out, and she could feel his cock spearing into her stomach already: in any moment, he could have forced his immense shaft in depth, shattering her maws and crumbling her skull, tearing apart her organs and fucking her insides to a bloody pulp, pounding her remains until nothing was left of her but blood and pulp staining his immense shaft red. Oh, it was such a glorious image... she could have been just another one toy busted by the great Slayer... and Athena could have been the successive one. Shy Joy would never admit it openly... but such thoughts made her ecstasy even greater.

She soon hit her own limits, however, and she began to jerk her head against his hand, eyes staring up at the grinning male as he easily held her in place for a moment, feeling her own fingers working mindlessly in her and Athena continuing to eagerly stroke the liger's cock and work her bust in perfect time...

And Joy gargled around the immense girth, feeling both scared and blissful as for a moment she doubted that he may have decided to kill her, and fuck her apart... but then she felt the hand reduce the pressure, and the huge shaft was pulling free as Killer half-lidded his eyes, looking down at her with pleasure and entertainment as he grinned in that dominant way that always made her suspect that he knew all too well her secret perversion... And Joy dropped her head forwards when the massive cock pulled free from her mouth with a loud, wet pop, quietly gasping for breath before Athena's hungry lips searched her own, their tongues meeting in a wet, obscene kiss that tasted of him in overwhelming way.

The two females continued to service him delightfully in turns, their breasts wrapped around him tightly for all the time as first one then the other they continued to deepthroat him hungrily, trying to see if they could take him a bit deeper, trying to please him even more... And even Alexis looked at this game with interest, undoubtedly thinking of how it could have been even more awesome if she and Vera were to perform it. Bigger breasts, deeper throats... it would have undoubtedly been divine.

Not that Athena and Joy weren't making it delightful to extreme levels... The two tigresses continued to work themselves up and down the obsidian length of the liger's shaft, their breasts squeezing his huge cock between, barely enough to wrap around his tremendous girth, their hands out the outside of their busts, holding the mounds tight against his long penis as they rocked their body up and down, feeling the incandescent heat emanating from his shaft growing and expanding as Killer's thrusts became a bit harder and faster after every deepthroat, urging the two females to move quicker themselves up and down the huge penis to keep up with him. His muscles bulged and flexed, chiseled musculature covered in a thin sheen of pearly drops of sweat that glinted in the light as he looked down at them with a wide grin, muzzle slightly open to voice hot, low and potent growls as Athena looked over his huge, muscular body and up into those dominating emerald irises with lustful, servile abandon and with the reverence due to a God, until he finally straightened and ordered them to kneel before their master and god, grinning as Alexis, Athena and Joy and the Vixen and the other females in the room quickly came to him, some of them all but crawling meekly on all fours and pausing at a distance until his dominant gaze ordered each of them to step onwards, his huge hand pumping leisurely on his gigantic shaft for the great finale.

Great it was indeed, as gigantic blasts of his potent cum erupted forth from his huge cock, accompanied by his loud, powerful roar of dominance and ownership as he angled his cock from side to side, hosing his first, endless volley across their faces and bosoms in a massive jet of sperm that left every one of them dripping semen from thickly-plastered muzzles and bosoms, before even more powerful blasts surged forth, firing across the inn with obscene power, sending gallons upon gallons of thick load splashing onto not just the girls, but the tables, the walls and the astonished patrons in the room.

Huge load after huge load erupted from his gargantuan cock as he pumped his hand powerfully along his enormous length, blasting his precious, strong seed over the females grouped up at his feet... And it wasn't the finale at all, either.

Because when it finally was over, Athena bent forwards on the bench, bracing to the massive structure of wood for dear life as Killer guided his immense shaft to the tight, dripping passage of her sex, and Joy curled up on the floor as the giant male spread his legs out on either side of her, the lithe tigress tilting her head upwards to tend to his enormous, heavy testicles as they hung, massive and bloated with cum, just above her, demanding to be worshipped as they deserved, while the male ravaged Athena's sex.

Joy gently mouthed a gargantuan testicle before dragging her tongue quietly around the orb, closing her eyes as he let out a soft moan, murring quietly as she slipped one arm around a muscular leg of the huge male, the other settling down on her wet crotch again, greedily slipping her fingers back into her as she spread her own legs and began to work her digits in and out slowly again, dreaming for her turn, that was going to come soon, but not quite soon enough for how much she desired it.

As blood and juices dripped onto her face from above as Killer penetrated Athena, as Joy listened to her friend's screams, though, she was reassured by the fact that the huge male had not just unlimited force and invincible virility, but inexhaustible lust as well.

No girl was going to be spared, that was for sure.

If only he had more than one cock...i wouldn't even need to wait.

"Master, here Magic 5. Sky area clean. Cleared for engagement."

The voice of the operator speaking from the AWACS aircraft flying nearly 80 miles behind him was quiet and mechanical. He spoke calmly, sounding almost bored, but with professionalism and pronouncing clearly every word to make the message clear on the radio.

Talon could understand the boredom, thought... the operator had to be at the fourth hour of service in front of his screen in the belly of the modified Nimrod plane fitted with the massive radar that kept under control the sky in a radius of over 400 miles. And following the movements of the many little icons that the computer showed to indicate the movement of every contact wasn't exactly that exciting.

Talon was certainly having far more fun. Flying at night, first of all, was always special. Difficult, despite all the modern technology that made it possible and relatively unchallenging compared with what had been in the very first days of the aviators, but wonderful. It still was fascinating every time, much as Talon already counted a good few thousands hours of nocturnal activity: it gave a whole different thrill than flying in sunlight... The darkness, the stars, even the risk, when flying above areas largely unpopulated areas, to be unable to pick up the ground from the sky during maneuvers. It all made it special and potentially deadly.

He could see the Typhoons of his squadron all around him just because they were keeping their navigation lights on, included the light-strips for the in-formation flight. Otherwise, he would have seen little past the flames coming out of the jet engines.

"Magic 5, here Master. Affirmative. Fire drills initiated."

Richard Huxley, codename Talon, was flying on a training mission, followed by three more crews of veterans of the Kesteven and Glacial wars and especially by a formation of twelve new Typhoons, flown by almost-as-new crews that were still working to complete their training schedule and reach the goal of the "Combat Ready" status.

They were the core of the newborn Glacial's branch of the Empire's Air Force, and they were pupils more than eager to learn all the tricks of their dangerous job. As such, it was quite a pleasure to bring them out for the training flights... much as Talon normally did not really love to teach the rookies.

They had spent the last 40 minutes in a Maneuvers drill, with the rookies tasked to "engage" the veterans and follow their escape moves to keep them in the aiming sight, trying to keep the distance between 'hunter' and 'prey' under the 1000 feet. It was a very demanding kind of training, also because the veterans, and Talon first of all, were absolutely merciless and exploited every kind of dangerous maneuver in their arsenal to break the contact and free their tail from the pursuers. Pilots and planes were stressed and beaten by the extreme G-force that was met during that kind of drill... But it was exactly what was needed to forge true dogfighters, capable to snipe enemy planes out of the sky not just with missiles, but even with the on-board gun when it was needed.

Most of the Typhoons of the rookies were actually disarmed but for a complex electronic system contained in a couple of pods mounted on the missile pylons under the wings. That computer system was a sophisticate simulator that was capable to reproduce the performances of the weaponry of the empire, and enable disarmed fighters to engage in vicious training battles where no one died, if not in a list of "Hit" and "Miss".

No missile was really carried, nor launched... the two pods and a series of inert mock-up missiles on the pylons of the fighter ensured that the Typhoon moved in training just like it would have in battle, loaded with a full range of weapons, and the fight happened only electronically. Once the plane landed, the de-briefing was easy done, and every crew had the chance to see its "victories", the "defeats" and correct its errors in the following mission.

Only two of the rookie's Typhoons carried real missiles as well: and that was because those two crews were ahead of the others in the training process, and just about to have their first, real shots.

"We'll have you doing something easy to start with. Easy but shiny. Remember this trick, because it may be your salvation one day." Maverick said firmly on the radio, and Talon smiled a bit. He had been taught everything by the experienced, ex-pilot, now-WSO cheetah, and most of the Empire's Air Force was learning from him as well.

When Maverick had been wounded in Glacial, the whole air force had repressed a shiver of terror, and had been in tremendous tension until it had been clear that the officer was safe... He was a father for all the young boys of the Typhoons, and a true celebrity for the whole of the Corp. The news that he had been hit had spread between the ranks in no time, and everyone had been paying for his safety... Not that this had made him sweeter when he had gotten back to service and he had restarted training new pilots. He was a very demanding teacher... and never let his affection for his pupils really show. Less than never during the drills.

When he was training, nothing was done well enough, rapidly enough. Excellence was just a fair result, not a great achievement.

He knew all too well that excellence was the very least needed to survive the career of fighter pilot in war time.

And his pupils had long understood it. And even when he slapped and insulted them, they knew it was for their own good.

"Shut down your radar." Maverick commanded, and no answer came on the radio.

The cheetah waited for a second, then snorted slightly in amusement, his lips cresting in a sly little grin as he looked outside the cockpit and saw the two Typhoons rolling a bit to move their wings in a silent signal of 'affirmative'.

"Good, I see you are learning."

Shutting down the radar was done to make the fighters electronically invisible, but it risked to be useless if the crew cheerfully continued to chat on the radio frequencies. As secure and criptated and protected, they weren't entirely safe... and they could anyway give the position of the plane away. With the radar turned off, the fighter renounces to its main sensor: it practically goes around with its eyes closed, but at least, it sends out no radio-frequency, no signal at all that could be intercepted by the enemy, located and targeted. Talk on the radio and waste the effect would have been suicidal.

The Typhoons couldn't target and guide their fearsome Meteor radar-guided missiles in this stance, but they could still silently survey the sky with the powerful thermal imagery sensor they had: it offered the chance to spot the heat of a moving enemy plane up to 90 miles away... and it let out no signal at all that the enemy could intercept and locate.

"Magic 5, here Master. Ready for the show." Talon calmly announced, and he looked down to the LCD color screen on the low right corner of the control panel as two stealth target-drones were guided remotely towards them by the operators inside the AWACS aircraft. He knew they were somewhere ahead, but they had a radar cross section too low to be spotted for now... He just hoped to see them appear on the screen soon, though: the radar of the Typhoon had been largely improved and enhanced to counter the stealthy threats. And I hope that the modifications actually work...

"This will be a Third-Part Designation Engagement drill. Head-On interception, Meteor missiles, maximum firing range." Maverick listed firmly on the radio as he easily followed the whole action on his far larger flat screen, where he could follow much better all the indications coming from the various sensors of their Typhoon, but also from the AWACS and from the other fighter jets around them. As Weapon System Officer, after all, Talon's role was to use that situational awareness to use to the best effect the weaponry of the plane. So far, though, he had no contact with the target drones, and he was nervous. He expected them to show very soon.

"It is merely a variant of the Grinder maneuver. Spread wide on a linear formation and head straight for the enemy. The only difference is that your radar is offline."

The drones approached rapidly: they had been designed exactly for the training purpose, and in particular, to reproduce as faithfully as possible the deadly Mantis VTOL planes that the RA had deployed lately and that had rapidly grown to be the greatest nemesis of the Typhoons.

The unmanned planes were actually far smaller and far different than the Mantis, being essentially variable-thrust, Gel-propellent rockets... But the remotely-guided missiles were wrapped in a bodywork shaped to offer pretty much the same little, almost-invisible radar cross-section of the Mantis planes, could speed up and reach the same incredible speed of Mach 3 plus and could even reproduce part of the absurd, extreme maneuvers that the RA VTOL fighters could make, thanks to a "Piff-Paff" system of jets of compressed air that pushed the drone swiftly to whatever side was desired.

It was a very realistic way to train.

And the realism was essential to ensure that the crews were truly ready for the battle... and to make sure that the latest enhancements rolled out in the Air Force kit lived up to the expectations and actually beat the Mantis... because the stealth, hypersonic VTOL fighter of the RA had shown what kind of battle-winning asset it was. There was nothing in the world that could stand up and compare with its performances.

Not even the Typhoons, which had been humiliated several times from when the Mantis had first appeared in the sky.

The AWACS plane, loitering in a wide circle, continued to keep the sky under control. In its wide fuselage, over 30 officers worked at the many computer consoles lined up along the middle corridor, each one of them with a well-defined task: communications, mission planning, mission management and radar duties.

Two of the officers were also remotely guiding the target drones, from the two consoles in the extreme back of the aircraft.

The radar officers, 14 in total, were working hard to spot the two drones, swapping the immense sky with the waves of energy of the massive radar mounted on top of the fuselage and then analyzing the contacts it reported on the screens.

Just like any stealth aircraft, the Mantis (and the drones in this case) weren't really invisible: they looked merely far, far smaller than they really were, and were also spotted later. The challenge was to see and recognize the small echoes of the stealth planes between a massive amount of similar small signals: the Mantis echo was so small that it was easily drowned by the clutter effect caused by the radar waves reflected by the ground, and it mixed with all sorts of insignificant contacts like those of small birds...

Contacts that once had been accurately filtered off the signal and not even shown on the consoles. But now that stealth planes were more and more common, the filters had had to be removed, changed, and many million lines of new software had had to be coded to help the officers recognize which was what. The radar itself had been changed and made more powerful, and more receiving antennas had been mounted on the wings and flanks of the fuselage of the aircraft, so that the radar waves reflected by a stealth plane towards dead ends could still be received and analyzed.

And finally, one of the officers grinned and cheerfully shouted that the contact had been set.

"Bandits, bandits! X1 and X2, sector 12, altitude 4200 feet, current speed 380 knots, distance 213 miles. We got'em!"

There were cheers of satisfaction and relief from the radar team, but the professionalism of the crew was proved by how the communication officers immediately contacted the Typhoons via data-link, sending digitally the data about the drone-enemies positions.

"They've spotted them." Talon observed with a relieved smile, looking over the data that appeared on the screen as the data-link connected the AWACS to the Typhoons in almost real time.

"Yeah, but I still can't see them with our own radar." Talon muttered. It was normal... the AWACS, after all, mounted the biggest and most powerful airborne radar in the world, and it had a far better sight than anything else... But the Typhoon was also 80 miles closer to the targets, and Maverick impatiently waited for a direct acquisition.

Which finally came a moment later, at a distance of 118 miles, when Maverick finally got two weak contacts tracked, and allowed himself a murr of satisfaction as he grinned a bit.

Things had been progressing for the drill, though, and the two Typhoons, always with their radars shut down, had been downloading the data on the drones' positions directly from the AWACS onto the computers of their Meteor missiles, aiming one weapon each on the targets.

Then, as soon as the WSOs were done with the targeting sequences, the pilots fired the missiles, and four Meteors were dropped from under the Typhoon's bellies, falling freely for a good few meters before their engines ignited, blasting out a white-hot flame and throwing the missiles forwards with an impossible speed.

In just a few seconds, the missiles had speeded up to well over Mach 4, flaking towards their targets with inexorable, electronic accuracy. The two drones were in the No-Escape zone: whatever maneuver they made, they wouldn't have been able to get out of the range of the Meteor.

The missiles automatically kept exchanging info with the Typhoons via data-link: the planes sent to the missiles updates about the position and movements of the targets, allowing the Meteors to do their course corrections and keep their advantageous position of attack as the distances grew shorter and shorter by the second...

And finally, in the last 50 miles, the missiles turned their own radar seekers on and locked into the targets for the final run.

People does not know that missiles normally have a rather short amount of thrust to exploit: the rocket speeds them up to over mach 4, and rapidly burns all the combustible available, until it turns off, and leaves the missile flying forwards thanks to the force already gained. Which, however, evidently decreases rapidly.

The Meteor was so effective because its ram-jet engine continued to push for the whole interception flight, ensuring maximum speed and maximum energy were available for the final impact-run.

The two target drones were pushed to maximum speed, well over Mach 3, and tried one of the favorite escape moves of the RA Mantis fighters: the pilots that guided the drones waited, as long as possible, before suddenly exploiting the VTOL thrust to push the remotely-operated min-planes in a vertical step up, a maneuver so violent and -fast that normally missiles couldn't veer fast enough to pursue them.

The new Meteor, though, had been equipped with more powerful Piff-Paff VTOL thrust itself to make it far more agile.

The missiles' control wings in the back moved, forcing the head to rear up violently, in a 60 G maneuver... and suddenly, a jet of high-pressure gas was released from one of the overtures placed in a ring around the Meteor's section, just behind the head of the missile. This forced the weapon to point vertically skywards, the G force for an instant so powerful that it menaced to break the missile in two... But it did not happen, and all four the Meteors shot up and smashed into the underbelly of the drones, piercing across them from side to side and exploding, sending both targets raining down in a hail of fragments.

"Master, here Magic 5. Hits confirmed, 4 out of 4. Congratulations to the boys." Was the emotionless message coming from the AWACS, and it made Talon grin a bit under the oxygen mask, as he heard Maverick snort in mild agreement.

Probably, he thought that the rookies had taken too long to engage and fire their missiles or something... But now, both the cheetah and Talon looked off to the side to control the two Typhoons as they executed their escape maneuver, veering in opposite directions and diving towards the ground with a steep, narrow spiral, every now and then exploiting the vectorial thrust of the Typhoon to make a violent change of direction that could have easily broken for a precious instant a radar contact if an enemy was trying to engage them. Chaff and Flare was fired generously as well, Talon looking out to follow the fall of the bright white-hot lights of the Flares... It was important to always escape rapidly after executing a "Grinder" attack, since the enemy would have tried, obviously, to strike back.

"Here Shadow One, to Typhoons: you are flying on a restricted area without authorization." A deep, powerful voice announced on the radio, and Talon snorted, his grin widening as he looked out of the cockpit and to the left to see a fighter jet in the distance rising up towards them. "This is no fun, Shadow. You take your work too seriously. You are pretty much the one unauthorized to stay here."

"There's no seriousness that's excessive on the job, fuckface." Shadow replied immediately, as much playful as Talon had been, and now the large Su30 fighter jet of Fenrir "Shadow" and Harry "Eagle" was close enough to be easily recognized as it drew closer, veering to reach the side of Talon's Typhoon.

The area they were flying above was still being controlled and defended by Riaku's forces, which were waiting to be relieved of the task by a division of the reborn Glacial's army... but that division was still being equipped and trained, and the soldiers of Riaku's army had been told to show just impeccable they could be at their work. It was thus natural that Fenrir, more than anyone else, took everything extremely seriously... The fact that he had personally jumped out of the shelter and into the high-readiness Su30 at the ready on the runway just to come up and control the Typhoon's movements gave an idea of how safe the area was under his protection.

"You know that I'm not going to move out, right?" Talon teasingly asked, and he tilted the stick to the side to veer closer to the Su30. "So, don't even ask me to follow you out of the airspace or crap like that."

"I have no wish to kick you out... I'll just stay around to see how you guys can even fly." Shadow replied calmly, mild amusement mixed to challenge in his tone, and Talon snorted before tilting the stick energically to the right, the Typhoon turning upside-down as it rolled in the air over the Su30 to get in formation on the opposite side, Maverick grinning a bit in the back seat at the show of ability of his favorite pupil.

"Watch with attention. You may learn something." Talon proudly stated, and Maverick ordered the rookies to move on with a new session of dogfighting drills as the three armed Typhoons piloted by the veterans speeded up and gained altitude to look over them all from above, ready to dive down on any enemy to protect Glacial's skies.

Talon himself grinned a bit, touched by a crazy idea, and he turned the radar on active seeking before suddenly decelerating, letting Shadow shot forwards as the Typhoon slowed down all of a sudden... and Shadow, laughing on the radio, sent his Sukhoi veering violently to the right, entering in a steep dive towards the ground to avoid engagement.

"Careful, Talon! Don't you go biting more than you can chew." He teased, grinning as he launched his challenge on the radio, looking up to the small rearview mirrors mounted along the curve of the cockpit structure to see the Typhoon speeding forwards on the pursue.

"Master, here Magic 5. What the hell are you doing?" One of the AWACS's officers inquired on the radio, confused by the sudden activity he was following on the radar screens, but Talon merely snorted as he stomped on the pedals to activate the rudder and deflect the powerful thrust of the engines to the side, forcing the Typhoon into a narrow, violent veer.

Shadow, though, suddenly pulled back on the throttle and brought the power output of the Su30's engines down almost to zero, causing the massive fighter jet to drop down violently, entering soon in stall.

Talon cursed under his breath as he inexorably sailed past, missing once more the chance to engage and achieve a simulated kill... and he looked out of the cockpit, down to the falling Su30, to see it shake its nose hard from side to side a couple of times even as long flames erupted from the engines brought back to full power, and the huge green on top, gray on bottom-camouflaged fighter shot up, rearing its front towards the belly of the Typhoon.

"Veer and dive!" Maverick exclaimed, and Talon quickly reacted, twisting the stick and stomping on the pedal to send the Typhoon rolling to the side violently, diving down towards the ground as the Su30 veered sharply to try and take aim.

Talon grinned as he kept an eye onto the rearview mirror on top of the cockpit, watching as the massive Su30 adjusted its route and tilted its muzzle down to dive after them, and the young ace immediately pulled the throttle down almost to zero as he pulled the stick towards himself to rear up the plane.

The Typhoon shuddered in protest as it violently slowed down and almost stood motionless in midair, robbed of its thrust just as it was trying to climb back up to altitude, before it stalled, the muzzle of the fighter sinking low and once more pointing to the ground as the Su30 approached...

But Talon immediately twisted the stick to the side as his other hand pushed the throttle forwards to maximum, and flames erupted from the two engines as the afterburners kicked in, pushing the Typhoon in an impossibly-tight veer, almost as narrow as a tank turning on its tracks.

"Got ya" Talon mumbled with a grin as the Typhoon shot unexpectedly up towards the Su30 that had been apparently in advantageous position...

Now Shadow had to immediately veer away from the Typhoon, and Talon gained its tail, ready for a virtual but not-less humiliating kill...

And then, Talon's grin died away as the Su30 reared up, standing vertically on its tail, the aircraft reaching 90°-120° angle of attack with a slight gain of altitude and a significant loss of speed. The Su30 amazingly seemed to stop, motionless in midair, and then all but flying backwards in that absurd position as the vectorial thrust of its engines pushed towards the front... And the Typhoon, flying far, far faster, inexorably missed the shot and overcame it.

When the elevator was centered, the drag at the rear of the plane caused torque, thus making the aircraft pitch forward. At that time Shadow added immediately power to compensate for the speed loss, launching the plane back down and shooting forwards on the pursue.

"You and your frigging circus-like Pugachev's cobra." Talon muttered on the radio, in his eyes still the perfect execution of that maneuver, considered to be one of the most dramatic and demanding performed at air shows worldwide. Shadow only laughed in his deep, potent voice before teasingly asking: "You were the one who had to show me how to fly, or am I wrong...?"

"Master, here Magic 5. We've fleeting radar contacts ahead. The RCS suggests RA Mantis fighters approaching on 0-8-5, 15.000 feet, high-subsonic."

Talon's eyes widened a bit at the unexpected announcement, and he looked out of the cockpit immediately to see the rookies immediately fly back into a narrow formation, waiting for orders as the three veteran crews pulled up behind him, ready to fight.

"We're detecting an unexpected courtesy visit, Shadow." Talon reported on the radio, ending their little game of chase by warning the rival. The AWACS, after all, communicated on a criptated, protected data link that Shadow had no access to. "A couple of Mantis, apparently."

"Oh, hell." Shadow muttered. "Most of your boys are disarmed."

"You'd give your rookies a full load of missiles before they complete their training...?" Richard replied with a slight irony in his tone, and Fenrir let out a snort of agreement.

"Not so wrong there." Shadow stated agreeably, and then he added: "Look, I dunno how can you see those two fucking planes, but they shouldn't really be there. But since they unfortunately are officially my "allies", I'll have to politely ask them to go out before shooting them."

Talon nodded slightly to himself, but he couldn't help asking: "Have you a plan? Because I don't trust them."

"You tell me." Shadow replied with a bit of a sigh. "Guide me on their route, please. I'll approach them and escort them out of the air space... And if they make a bad move, please shoot them."

"We can do that, Shadow." Maverick answered calmly, and immediately he traced an engagement route on the large touch screen of his console, listening to the indications that the officers in the AWACS plane professionally gave. "Move for 0-8-4, Shadow. They are coming straight at us."

"We'll watch your back." Talon ensured, and he maneuvered to bring the Typhoon behind the Su30, following it at a distance. Nervously, Richard controlled the Weapons Status screen and made once more sure that the missiles were all at the ready. One finger on the stick slid slightly upwards along it, to rest just against the small plastic tap that covered the Gun button: one fast movement, a small push up, and the cap would have opened and the finger pressed the button, firing the Mauser gun in the right wing-root.

"Little Eagles, here Master. Turn and make route for Nest." Talon ordered, and he looked out of the cockpit to see the rookie's Typhoons roll a bit from side to side, like flapping their wings in an affirmative answer, before they began to veer in narrow, precise formation to get back to the base.

"Master, we still are Tiger. We can help." One of the two pilots that had earlier test-fired observed, using the air force code Tiger, indicative of "armed and ready to engage", but Talon shook his head slightly as he answered: "I appreciate the courage, but you are not ready yet. Follow the rookies, and escort them. Keep your eyes open. Magic 5 will keep an eye on you and ensure that no one sneaks up to you."

There was a moment of silence, clearly due to a great wish to matter, to enter the fight and have a relevance in it... as all the fighter pilots, even those, even if they hadn't even finished their training course, felt like the owners of the world. Modern knights looking for a challenge.

But it looks like you'll have more than enough chances to prove your worth when you'll be ready, boys... This war promises to be long and hard enough to give many chances to everyone...

"Affirmative, Master. We're on Nest's course."

Talon nodded at that announcement, reassured, and gave a fleeting look to the screens of the cockpit, checking once more on the weaponry and looking nervously at the two radar contacts. Behind him, Maverick was calmly exchanging route data with Eagle, the faithful WSO of Fenrir.

The Su30 paved the way a few miles ahead, and the Typhoon followed, at slightly higher altitude, a mile or so to the west of the fellow plane as they roared in the sky towards the coast of Glacial.

Talon looked out the cockpit, and saw the other three Typhoons, all piloted by crews of his squadron and veterans of the battles for Kesteven and Glacial, flying behind him in formation, faithfully following his lead.

"Ok, shut down the lights. Take on a wide-spaced formation, and good luck to everyone." He commanded on the radio, and immediately the Typhoons veered to spread out in a fluid, largely spaced formation, before he switched the single button on the console that immediately turned off every light. The others quickly imitated him.

"Mantis 01 and 02, warning. You're entering an unauthorized air space. Here is Fenrir "Shadow" of the Mottram Air Force. Please identify yourself and follow me out of the restricted area." Shadow calmly stated on the radio, and he waited for an answer of some kind, nervously looking to the radar screen in his cockpit, frustrated and unnerved at the fact that the stealthy Mantis planes still did not show on screen.

Also because the Radar Warning of the Su30 had long started whining in the headphones of Shadow and Eagle, warning both of them that the Mantis were already tracking their moves, even if not aiming their missiles.

For now...

"No answer." Harry "Eagle" observed nervously, and Shadow launched another warning...

In that moment, without warning, one of the retreating Typhoons launched a desperate mayday, and Talon turned to look backwards out of the cockpit: he saw with horror a dying flash of light, that for an instant illuminated a severed wing that was falling to the ground 15.000 feet below, and the fighter plane that inexorably started to precipitate, going into a spin without hope of control as it rushed down towards the ground.

There was chaos on the radio, voices covering each other with curses and with a main, common message: "Bail out! Out!" that played endless times in Talon's mind as he stared breathlessly to the falling plane... until he let out a breath of relief as he saw a couple of parachutes opening a moment later.

"The hell was that...?" Someone asked on the radio.

"I don't know, I don't know!"

"Check your 180!"

"Nothing on the radars. We did not see it coming!"

"Calm down everyone!" Maverick barked, and silence immediately felt onto the chaotic lines, before he snorted and contacted the AWACS plane.

"Negative, Master." Was their answer. "No radar signals at all... for what we can tell, no missiles were fired from the Mantis planes."

"And then what was it...?" Talon exclaimed, and he couldn't help but instinctively moving the stick from side to side to make the Typhoon roll a bit, like he was trying to avoid being shot upon.

He had no answer, but he had no time to notice the embarrassed silence either, because another Typhoon was suddenly hit, and this time no parachutes opened as it exploded in midair in a ball of dirty orange fire.

He stared at this in shock and horror, even if his voice, grown impersonal and shaken, ordered to spread out further and start aggressive evasive maneuvers to try and break the contact with... with... with whatever this is...

And then Talon noticed explosions on the ground, too: something had drawn a line of fire down the road down below, causing all the vehicles that had been going along it to explode into a massive, raging arson that glowed in the dark night and provided him with a show of merciless destruction.

"Nothing!" Maverick barked in frustration, answering to his question before he could even formulate it: even aiming the radar straight down and sweeping the area at full power, he couldn't see anything suspect.

"Night Vision boys, night vision!" Eagle exclaimed on the radio, and Talon quickly turned the Infra-Red system of the Typhoon on active, getting from the visor of his helmet the familiar green images resulting from infra-red illumination enhancement.

He usually did not use for flying... as all tigers, his eyesight was excellent at night, almost better than during the day. So, the help of the infra-red spectrum was needed only on extreme ranges or in extreme circumstances.

"Look straight for 0-9-0... And keep moving, for god's sake!" Shadow added, and the tone of his voice made it clear how urgent it was...

Still, it wasn't enough. Another Typhoon suddenly exploded, in the middle of a violent veer, even if it fired desperately a barrage of chaff and flare.

"What the hell is that!" Talon snarled, his eyes going wide at the sight of a straight, gleaming beam of light that almost blinded him as it shot across the sky, from horizon to horizon, piercing across the unfortunate Typhoon and blowing it to a burning wreck. It was completely invisible without the night-vision goggles active, but in the Infra-Red spectrum it was as visible as a tracer round at night.

"A laser, most likely." Maverick replied from the back seat, and he added: "Keep swinging around, Talon! Whatever fires that thing, if it looks into us, we're both dead!"

Indeed. Talon realized with a grimace of horror. A beam of light can't be avoided. It is too fast, and it is completely unfazed by whatever countermeasure we use... if they lock the laser on us, we are dead...

"Deploy the towed decoy, everyone! Perhaps they use a radar to aim the laser... in that case, we'd better make their work harder!"

Almost in that same moment, Talon spotted the beam of light once again, and felt a drop of sweat falling into his oxygen mask, even as he looked out and tried to focus on the Towed Decoy instead, looking over it as it exited the pod on the wing's extremity and quickly slid backwards, secured to the plane by a strong but thin cable.

He was somehow regarded, because this time the laser missed, even if not for much: evidently, the Typhoon targeted had been able to "un-lock" itself from the enemy aiming sight as the beam was fired. It was the only possible explanation, because you can't flee light itself. Nothing's faster than light.

He veered violently, and then almost immediately veered in the opposite direction to return on leader course, ignoring the effects of the G-Force, which blinded him for an instant as his blood was dragged down towards his feet by the acceleration: now, at least, the Towed Decoy was there to trick the enemy radars.

Amazingly, such a small and apparently useless piece of metal dragged thanks to a cable was actually capable to save the expensive fighter jet by luring on itself the enemy missiles. That was the reason why it had been designed: to reproduce exactly the Radar Cross Section of the Typhoon, and to send off electromagnetic signals that could either disturb or trick the enemy weapons away from the real fighter and the crew inside it.

"Get the Hell out of this air space!" Shadow ordered one last time, but as no answer came back, he growled on the radio: "Talon, take them both down with the Meteors before they come into their own firing range."

"With pleasure." Talon barked back, and Maverick silently activated two of the missiles and aimed them on the targets.

"They'll be surprised." The cheetah exclaimed as he handed to Talon the engagement sequence, the missiles cued and ready to launch, their inner computers already calculating their approach route. "They are used to be invisible and impossible to target, at these distances."

"Yeah. But I don't think the laser comes from the Mantis. It is too powerful, it must be quite massive a system! We have to find exactly what that thing is, and where the hell it is, and I mean immediately!"Talon replied as he pressed the button for the launch two times in rapid succession, narrowing his eyes as he made another one escape maneuver and looked to the white-hot streak of flame of the Meteors flaking forwards and roaring up to over Mach 4.

Talon pushed the throttle forwards and veered, following the tail of Shadow's Su30 closely, as they all fired a solid wall of Chaff and Flare to create a barrier of fake targets for the enemy, and Maverick followed the small blinking dots on the large screen of his console, looking nervously over the Meteors on route.

"Missile lost." Fucking bastards. He announced, and immediately after the second Meteor was destroyed as well, vaporized by the massively powerful laser, no doubt, as it approached its target.

The swords act as shields as well...

Talon snarled in powerless, frustrated rage, and veered back on course, followed by the other three Typhoons as he prepared the 4 Meteors left on board for launch. "Everyone! Arm your missiles. We'll have to saturate their defense!" And hope that it works...

The Typhoons lined up quickly for a Grinder attack, arming all their missiles, and firing them in sequence. Such a waste, all these missiles for two planes... But it is not like we have another chance...

The Mantis planes, now at range, answered firing their own missiles, and both formations immediately after dived down in tight spirals to avoid the incoming weapons. Maverick, tense as perhaps never before, stared to the screen of his console and winced as Meteor after Meteor vanished from sight... But they were too fast, luckily, and too many.

Two of the improved "silver bullets" engaged the first Mantis as it veered. The fighter exploited its VTOL ability to make an impossible horizontal slide, avoiding the first missile even as it exploded, triggered by its proximity fuze... But the second Meteor did not miss, smashing across the biplane stealth fighter like a God's punch, and almost piercing out of the opposite side before exploding, tearing apart the enemy aircraft in an inferno of fire and fragments.

Three more Meteors locked on the second Mantis, and much as two were vaporized by the laser beam in their final approach phase, the third hit before it could be destroyed: the Mantis was disintegrated by the latest version of the warhead, enhanced, enlarged, and fitted with a pre-fragmented steel wrapping capable to generate 12000 small but deadly slivers.

Talon held his breath as the scream of the Missile Warning system grew louder and more aggressive in its headphones, and he instinctively tried to imitate Shadow's favorite move, rearing up the Typhoon for a Pugachev's Cobra maneuver as the enemy missiles approached rapidly.

One flaked by, missing, and another was lured by the towed decoy as the violent maneuver made the Typhoon vanish from the radar spectrum for a fleeting instant, leaving only the seductive bait in face of the missile, which exploded uselessly near it.

Talon grunted as he felt the Typhoon rocked by the explosions, and heard the noise of hail beating on a metallic roof, clear announce that some sliver had gotten far enough to ram into the back of the fighter... But it still was a luck in its way, because the Typhoon pitched violently and was shoved awkwardly out of position by the shockwave.

It saved their life, as both Talon and Maverick stared upside out of the cockpit as a massive laser beam sailed just above them, stealing their breath for a long moment of shock.

"I... I've got it...!" Maverick announced with trembling voice almost in the same moment: the last Meteor had been destroyed, but it had sent back useful data before vanishing: a fleeting radar contact registered by its seeker. "Head for 0-9-1, the laser likely is lurking there. I've got a fleeting radar spike from the last Meteor!"

"I'm with you!" Shadow announced on the radio, and he guided his own fighter on route, shoulder to shoulder with the Typhoon, as both Maverick and Eagle anxiously scanned the area ahead with both radar and thermal imagery camera.

"Nothing...?" Talon asked after some long, seeming-endless moments, as he kept swinging from side to side to try and avoid being locked and shot down. So far, it was working... But Talon had never felt so powerless before. An error, and he would have died without having the time to understand it, vaporized by a beam of light, with no warning and no chances to escape it.

And besides, all those maneuvers were rapidly sucking away the fuel left in the plane: he risked to lose the engines pretty soon if they didn't end the fight rapidly.

"Nothing!" Maverick replied nervously, and Eagle added his own shocked message.

And in that moment, Talon's eyes bulged in shock as hundreds of tracer rounds erupted from nothingness in the middle of the sky.

"Fucking hell!" He cursed as he instinctively tilted his whole body to the side, forcing the stick to the right and leading the Typhoon in a full rolling motion to the side as thousands of bullets shot towards it, leaving yellow and red streaks in the sky.

"It is... invisible!" Shadow shouted, and he stared in shock at the absurd sight of minigun-fire erupting apparently from thin air, in the middle of nowhere.

Shadow, however, did not lost his cold mind, and instinctively squeezed the gun button on the stick, firing a long, angry burst of 30 mm armor-piercing rounds towards the source of the enemy fire.

He was soon forced to veer away and break contact as another minigun opened fire towards him, but he looked out of his cockpit to see his burst smashing into something, staring at the explosions of the HE rounds and at the sparks caused by the piercing ones undoubtedly tearing across something he couldn't see...

"Look!" Maverick exclaimed, and he stared as something faded in midair under those explosions, a confused shape trembling into sight like an image on a badly-working television. A blurr... But it had undoubtedly the shape of a gigantic Titanus cargo aircraft.

"We nearly crashed straight into it!" Talon observed with weak voice, even as he veered to attack. They must have been forced to fire exactly because of it... Hadn't we been in collision route, they would have merely passed by unseen. Gods... how can it be...

Talon's finger furiously pressed down on the button in the stick, and the gun in the wing opened fire immediately, unleashing a long burst of rounds into the nearly-invisible, transparent aircraft-shaped blurr...

And something went wrong on the Titanus: whatever had made it invisible failed, and suddenly, from nothingness, the massive plane appeared in all its majesty in front of their eyes.

Talon's eyes flaked from nose to tail of it, taking into its unique characteristics in one fleeting moment: the front of the enormous cargo plane sported a spherical, enormous turret with a giant lense, undoubtedly the laser gun that had fired against them. Probably, the whole immense cargo bay of the plane hosted the massive energy plant and the chemical laser machinery feed from it... But along the sides of the cargo bay, someone had evidently placed platforms fitted with Miniguns, for close defence: and these now were firing out of hatches in the fuselage to repeal Talon and Shadow's attacks.

It did not matter at the moment how the hell the laser worked, how the plane could make itself invisible... It only mattered that Talon could see the bullets from the Mauser gun of the Typhoon piercing across the fuselage of the modified Titanus, pounding large holes in it, setting something on fire, silencing a Minigun as the gunner was squished to gore by an HE round...

And Talon snarled instinctively as he fired a couple of short range missiles, even if they had not acquired the target.

Not needed. They were absurdly close, and both missiles smashed into the side of the gigantic cargo as they flaked straight forwards, just as Talon reared up the Typhoon to avoid crashing into the Titanus himself.

The two explosions that followed blew two massive gapes in the black-painted fuselage of the mammoth aircraft, and nearly tore off a wing as the engines built into it were wrapped by a furious arson that the automatic, built-in foam-spraying fire extinguisher system did not really manage to shut down.

And in that moment, Shadow forced his Su30 to dive between the hurricanes of bullets rising from the miniguns of the Titanus, firing his gun once more.

He felt several bullets whipping into the Su30, and his eyes narrowed as his fangs gritted, but the finger never left the button until the gun clicked dry of rounds and he veered off for a quick escape, followed by the enemy bursts.

It was enough.

The damaged wing was sawed off by the piercing rounds: it gave out a frightening metallic groan as it bent on itself, and then it tore right away with a cascade of sparks and flames, rolling on itself as it fell down towards the ground.

The gigantic cargo itself began to fall inexorably, and Talon and Shadow stared as a side door opened and someone jumped out, many more running to follow him... But in that moment, there was an explosion in the front of the plane, then another in the middle, and another one blazing detonation vaporized the tail.

The shockwave sent the Typhoon stalling, but Talon merely let it fall: they were at high altitude, and he could wait. The plane just shock from side to side a couple of times, then the speed of the fall itself grew high enough to generate lift and the fighter got back to stable by itself... Talon and Maverick, just like Shadow and Eagle, were in fact staring in horror to the single one man that had jumped off the plane: the parachute had opened, but the explosion had set it on fire... as well as the man hanging from it, that now looked like a falling torch.

"Horrible..." Talon breathed, staring at it as the flames consumed everything, until the parachute was destroyed and the burning corpse fell like a rock, vanishing in the darkness below. "They... they self-destroyed. And made sure that none of the crew would survive!"

"They did." Shadow replied with firm but strange voice, and for a moment, it was shocked silence.

"We'll never know the secrets of their new superweapon." Maverick observed bitterly. "My guess for the invisibility is an active camouflage system: basically, a camera films the background, which is then projected upon a special surface applied to something in the foreground. We were studying something like that ourselves, after making the Death Cloak invisibility-dress for snipers..."

"It makes sense, but we'll never know for sure." Talon replied quietly.

"It may be the only possible explanation..." Eagle added on the radio. "If the images from the cameras were projected over a floating 'shield' of cool plasma around the plane, for example, we would have an explanation for the absurd level of radar stealthness as well: plasma is ionized particles with an electric charge. It screws the radar microwaves wonderfully."

"Good reasoning." Maverick observed with sincere admiration. "We'll report it to the Research & Development service. It is their task to understand something of all this mess. The only certainty, is that they are ahead of us once more."

We'll need that goddamn new superfighter soon. Very soon. Immediately would already be late.

"Let's get back, anyway." Talon observed tiredly. And for a moment, he trembled and brought a hand over his eyes as he realized that he would have had, once more, to write condolence letters to families that would have never seen their sons again.

He had long finished the words to use for such task.

If any word adequate to talk about such a painful loss for a mother did really exist, anyway. Something he doubted highly of.

"Let's get back, now that we still have enough fuel to do so."

Killer leaned against the frame of the door with his back, smiling peacefully as he looked with affection into the room of his children, gazing with affection over Alexis as she cradled their two loved cubs in her strong arms.

Her voice, so sensual and teasing normally, now sported infinite sweetness, enough to soothe the soul, as she quietly sung a lullaby to her cubs, Killer taking in every word with quiet but avid hunger, her melody touching him in the deep.

"...Lay your head down

The stars they have whispered

Hear what they say

And know that it means..."

Killer smiled wider, looking at her with a growing smile as she walked towards the bed of the children, her step light and graceful as always and even more, not a sound coming from the light kimono of black silk that she wore over her tall, wonderful body as it moved lightly with her walk.

"The moon is your guide

The stars they have kissed her

As she goes gently by

Light as a baby's eye

Save on a fairytales dream..."

She gently put both sleeping cubs down into the bed, and lovingly tucked the blanket over them both, bent over them protectively and affectionate, and she whispered the last verse.

"...And start a new dream."

"Aww... you never sing for me." Killer quietly observed as he pulled up silently behind her, and she stiffened with an half cough, countering immediately: "Shut up, I can't sing."

He smiled amusedly at that, spotting the light blush gaining her cheeks as she huffed and glared a bit up at him: it was like she was ashamed of that hundredth talent of hers. She considered it a girly weakness, most likely, a talent she would have never displayed... much as her voice was truly enchanting.

"You are so weird at times." Killer observed quietly, smiling as he shock his head slowly. "Your voice is wonderful, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your talent."

"You tell someone and I'll rape your cock off and keep it for me." Alexis replied with a snarling grin as she turned to face him, and he gulped, nodding with a wince even as he brought his hands up to take her by the hips and pull her close, against his naked, powerful chest as he hugged her and leaned his muzzle over her potent shoulder to look down at the sleeping cubs, Mriya as always letting a arm rest across her brother's face as Anubis clung to her.

Even when sleeping, just like when the cubs were playing in the day, Mriya promised to be a strong, dominant female... The mirror of her mother.

"Of her daddy too, if it's just that." Alexis replied amusedly, and Killer nodded with a slight smile.

Anubis, instead, seemed to be more like Seth: far less impulsive and aggressive than his parents and his sister, he was calm and quiet, without being weak at all. Already now as a cub, he seemed reflexive and wise on what he did. And this is good... He hopefully won't be as reckless as his daddy.

"Probably." Alexis agreed with an amused grin, smiling amusedly as Killer pouted a bit at her, playfully scolding her for not objecting to his self-criticism. "Amazing enough that he did not inherit recklessness, with me and you as sources." She added quietly, and the huge male nodded with a smile. "But there's no doubts he's your son. A look at his crotch is the most evident proof of all." She added teasingly, and in that same moment she pushed her hips forwards, her crotch rubbing slowly and seductively against the giant bulge in his boxers, making him murr lightly as a grin gained his lips.

And oh, it was true. Anubis had inherited a lot from his father. And there was already evidence that he was as much well supplied in terms of testosterone as his daddy.

Killer and Alexis walked back across the door, the femme fatale absently switching off the light in the children's room with her telekinesis as she passed by on the way to the massive, ship-shaped canopy bed in the middle of their bedroom.

The huge male walked up to the giant fireplace instead, and bent down to easily lift a massive piece of wood that he added into the flames, loving the heat and the sight of the crackling fire that warmed the enormous room up...

And as he straightened, he looked backwards, over his shoulder, smiling a bit as he saw the snow falling in the darkness past the immense balcony, past the large arched windows. It was one of the first cold nights of the northern winter, and it made up the perfect, most pleasant night to spend cuddling in a warm bed with your beloved soulmate...

"So romantic you are at times." Alexis observed teasingly, reading in his mind with the usual ease... and he turned to her with a grin, licking his lips slowly as she looked over her perfect, beautiful body as she rested back on a pile of large red cushions on the square-sized bed.

She was staring at him with one of her most successful teasing gazes, her eyes burning sapphire from behind a fine curtain of rebel bangs of golden hair as she sat with predatory smartness so to be fully visible, framed by the red curtains of the canopy bed.

Killer walked up to the bed, and climbed onto it quietly, her eyes following him with gentle but avid hunger, a low purr rising from her throat as she grinned in a sexual, predatory way and patted a hand on the cushions at her side.

"Come, lover... Come to me..." Alexis enticed, her voice quiet and yet hungry, pleading and yet commanding. And he grinned as he leaned down onto the cushions himself, trading a loving nuzzle with her as they grinned in each other's eyes with wonderful complicity.

She snuggled closer as soon as he rested down, and he welcomed the contact as she leaned into his masculine chest, wonderful, damned and divine. Lethal and irresistible like a Succubus, beautiful and divine like an angel.

She was clad in a richly- embroidered kimono of fine black silk that was largely transparent, and wrapped on her curves in flattering way, especially where it covered, without hiding, the side slopes of her enormous, firm breasts.

She had left the kimono open, in fact... her naked cleavage exposed in all its glory, her powerful abdominals left bare to be admired and caressed, as he immediately did, loving the power that she gave off as her firm musculature flexed under his light touch like it was electric.

Small, not-very covering black panties, as much elegantly embroidered, were the only other garment she wore... and it made her look even more awesome, on top of her long, breath-catching legs.

It made an awesome contrast with her black, fingerless "ass-kicking" gloves resting on the bedside table, abandoned under the leather holsters of her giant Desert Storm handguns, and with the long, half-thigh and high-heeled boots on the floor.

Somehow, they were details that added even more to her figure.

Far less classy, Killer was simply naked, save for his black, always-stretched boxers. But Alexis loved him in this style, after all. Or even better, completely naked...

"Come get some Alexis's Special, lover... Not even that bottomless voracious of your son can drain this factory..." Alexis teased, and she grinned as her hand slid up her own body to move the kimono back a little bit, discovering one gigantic, sumptuous breast in all its glory: at the lightest squeeze of her fingers, a drop of milk surged from her huge, beautiful nipple, and she grinned widely as her other hand moved up to tease into Killer's mane, fingers rolling between large, rebellious bangs of white fur as he rolled overtop her with a hungry, craving murr.

She grunted a bit at the feeling of his cock spearing down onto her belly as he moved, feeling already as hard as steel... but she knew well that it was just the start. He was barely getting aroused into erection.

"Yeah... get big, nice and stiff for me..." Alexis murred, and Killer wrapped his powerful arms around her form as he kissed up the slope of her enormous breast, rubbing his muzzle onto it hungrily as he inhaled her divine scent and felt her musculature flexing powerfully against his hardening penis, trapped by a straining, agonizing prison of black fabric, sandwiched between their two hot bodies.

He growled lightly as he buried his muzzle between her breasts, lapping at her enormous boobs as she scratched his head lovingly with a hand and pushed her sumptuous bosom onto his cheek with the other, and he couldn't help but almost snarl in hunger as he shot one huge hand down to grab the waistband of his boxer and shove them down his legs before they could join so many other unfortunate garments torn to shreds by his gigantic cock.

Alexis let out a triumphant growl herself as she felt his immense shaft slap heavily down onto her muscular abdomen, feeling like an oversized snake as it stretched from her crotch up to her chest in its hardening process, as his cock grew harder than diamond, enormous and throbbing with obscene power.

Killer hungrily slid his muzzle up the slope of her breast, until his tongue rolled upon her huge nipple and tasted hot, delicious milk, his lips wrapping around it and deadly fangs rubbing teasingly at it with incredible, unexpected gentleness.

The femme fatale sighed happily and let her back relax with a shiver of pleasure as she sunk a bit more into the cushions and half-lidded her eyes with a murr as he started suckling gently on her nipple, drinking of the milk that generously sprayed out in reward of his chivalrous, loving efforts.

Killer hungrily growled, one arm wrapped around her waist, his hand seizing a taunt, firm buttock and squeezing on her flesh almost viciously, enjoying the contact with the feminine perfection of her godlike, powerful body, and he pulled her closer, his other hand reaching up to lustfully squeeze on the giant breast he was sucking, sending a thick spray of hot milk erupting in his mouth, his tongue lapping back and forth on her hard, big nipple as he enjoyed her taste, her sweetness... And his gigantic shaft twitched powerfully, awakened by the lust and pleasure of the moment, hardening quickly and domineeringly, spearing down into Alexis's muscular abdomen like a gigantic obelisk of obsidian stone, trapped between two walls of solid, strong muscle, as Killer's own abdominals rippled with power against the upper side of his cock while the femme fatale's abs flexed against it from below.

"Delicious..." Killer breathed out, licking at his lips as he parted his muzzle from her breast for one moment, one rapid instant in which their eyes met, burning with love and passion, before his immense shaft, almost painfully hard, grew glorious enough to force its way between her enormous breasts.

Alexis stared at this with flames of lust and adoration in her eyes, and the two lovers traded a grin before the huge male rolled down from on top her to lay down on his side, near her, the arm still wrapped around her waist pulling her closer as she slid a beautiful, long leg between his owns, stroking her thigh slowly back and forth over his own as her hand moved up and seized the enormous, thick base of his towering shaft, her eyes burning with lust as she gazed over it, admiring the way it throbbed with pure masculine power, so thick and huge that she could barely fit her hand around half of its girth, her long fingers squeezing hungrily in the steel-hard rod of flesh.

Killer murred loudly from when his lips had wrapped greedily around her other nipple, and his closed eyes narrowed, betraying the bliss as she pumped her hand energically along the massive, towering length of manliness, the femme fatale growling lowly and hungrily as she lapped at her lips, her other hand needingly pulling Killer closer.

"You are so delicious..." The huge male murred, smiling lovingly up at her, and Alexis grinned as her hand squeezed the mighty, rock-hard towering cock of the giant male.

"And you are so powerful, my Lord..." The femme fatale breathed, and she smirked amusedly, giving a happy murr as her back arched with a shiver of ecstasy, before she held up a hand and grinned as a bottle of golden whisky flew to her fingers, crossing the room after taking off from the round table where they had had an intimate dinner earlier on.

"High quality Alexis's Special... and now with lovely whisky flavor..." Alexis purred suggestively as Killer's eyes opened and looked up, and his lips crested in a wide grin even as he kept gently squeezing her nipple with his teeth, milk spilling into his mouth as the blonde femme fatale tilted the bottle and sent some of the golden whisky cascading down the slope of her enormous breast. The potent liquor rolling down her breath-catching curves and mixing with her milk in his mouth, making him murr in delight as he tasted it, his tongue lapping hungrily at her firm flesh, drinking every drop off her body, before feeling her hand touching his shaft lovingly, pouring on it warm liquid that streaked down his enormous length, giving him a little shiver.

"Gonna get some Killer's Special... and try the whisky flavor version myself..." Alexis teasingly suggested, and the two lovers traded a grin as the femme fatale stroked her wet hand down his monstrous cock, spreading liquor down the gargantuan member of the huge male.

Killer dropped down onto his back, lying face-up in the bed and reaching a hand down to squeeze lightly at the base of his massive shaft, pumping leisurely along the obsidian cock as Alexis grinned and straddled him with a hungry murr as they got in a 69 position, the giant male reaching gently up to pull her embroidered panties down her long legs, making her release a low sigh of delight as her hot, tight lips were exposed, shiny with her own pleasure and anticipation already.

Killer quietly took the bottle of liquor out of Alexis's hand, and poured the little left over her blossoming sex, drinking of the golden cascade that dripped down from her crotch, made even richer by the taste of her desire, creating an addictive, delightful mix.

"After the milk, the true nectar..." Killer murred, licking his lips hungrily, and he pushed up to nuzzle into her soaked folds, kissing her dripping lips and making Alexis growl lightly in delight even as she kissed down the side of his enormous shaft, grabbing the massive tower of obsidian flesh in both hands and pumping along it slowly as she hungrily lapped at his flesh, tasting his potent flavor and the plus of whisky.

Outside, the world was cold, and the snow kept falling. But inside, Killer and Alexis had all they really needed... each other.

The morning after caught Killer and Alexis still in bed even if it was pretty late, especially for their standards, since they usually were up and running very early, and already undergoing ferocious training by that hour.

But the snow outside, the cold, and the long time spent playing the night before had made it more pleasant than ever to just rest in bed, curled up together, Alexis laying against Killer's muscular chest, his huge arms wrapped around her. They had awakened in that position, in which they had finally fell asleep the night before... It had been Alexis the first one to open her eyes, but Killer had followed suit, almost like they were so completely tied that none of the two could be truly ahead of the other.

He had found her grinning amusedly to him, and he had nuzzled her lovingly as they traded a soft "good morning" before kissing... but they hadn't stepped out of the bed yet. It was just too nice to cuddle together under the blanket, tightly embraced in the warmth their own bodies created, and a glance to the world outside the windows, covered in cool white snow, only strengthened the pleasure.

In the fireplace, a small flame still crackled, consuming the last part of an enormous piece of wood that Killer had thrown in the fire the night before... And Nike or some of the other girls had already passed in: they hadn't awakened him by blowing his exposed cock as normally they did, probably deciding it wasn't the case for the moment, since he was relaxing so well for once. But they had retrieved the blanket and the numerous, giant red cushions that Killer and Alexis had been forced to throw in a corner after her orgasm juices and his thick seed had soaked them all up.

"You pump out so fucking much... you can't blame me for letting some spill. And it is your fault, or merit, if 'some' means a few frigging gallons." Alexis teasingly murred, and Killer felt her hand closing eagerly around his thick flaccid shaft, squeezing his gargantuan cock lovingly as it was sandwiched between their naked bodies. "It is not like I waste it with pleasure, either... such awesome stuff should be all mine..." She added playfully, and he grinned as their muzzles touched with affection.

"No special wake up this morning...?" Alexis wondered after a moment of quiet silence, her fingers squeezing a bit onto his gargantuan shaft as she snuggled closer.

"I guess they hadn't the courage to disturb us... Someone'll try again later, I guess..." Killer answered quietly, smiling slightly. But Alexis's eyes sparkled as she grinned widely, and the giant male murred as she stroked her hand up and down his massive length slowly and teasingly.

"Then you'll have two special wake ups today..." She teasingly growled. "Because I'm gonna give you the first and best one of the day, Lion."

Killer grinned, feeling her hand pumping along his gigantic cock, which immediately responded, twitching happily and starting to swell up and harden, awakened by her touch like it was an electric command... His hand traveled up to rest on her head gently, quietly intertwining with the long bangs of her golden hair as she grinned and bent slowly down to meet his growing cock, which had already snaked up her abdomen in its growth and was pushing domineeringly at a mighty breast already...

But in that moment, Alexis turned instead, and held up a hand: Killer blinked in surprise, missing part of her lightning-fast movement, but he was suddenly staring at the femme fatale aiming one of her four-barreled Desert Storm magnum guns at a female that had just appeared from nothingness on their bed.

Diana blinked, wincing as she found herself staring at the four emotionless mouths of a massive handgun, the portal behind her just starting to close and vanish, and she blushed, realizing that she was straddling Killer's leg and that his enormous and mostly-hard penis was rubbing against her sex, even if separated from it by the blanket and by the angel's white loincloth.

"It's me! It's me!" The angelic female quickly exclaimed, holding her hands up with an embarrassed smile, and Alexis grinned predatorily before pulling the gun back from her face, swirling it in midair around her finger and putting it back down on the bedside table with a care that was affective no less.

"Hope it is important, because I was about to suck this big cock hard and make him blast the first load of the day." Alexis observed mildly, smiling amusedly, and the shy, smaller female blushed furiously, her six wings flapping slightly in embarrassment.

"Perhaps, though, you can be the day's special..." The femme fatale suggested, grinning as she scratched under her chin lightly with a curved, deadly claw.

"Sorry... I... I didn't want to interru... ehm... disturb." The angel quietly said, smiling warmly even if her cheeks burned red, and Killer couldn't help but smile back lovingly, taking her little hands in his own far larger ones, and gently helping her to stand up a bit from where she rested awkwardly atop his growing shaft.

He guided her forwards as she took a small step, and Alexis smiled slightly despite herself as she understood and quietly made some room for one more between them. And in fact, without a word, Killer gently pulled the angel down, and Diana smiled, her wings vanishing into her back with a last little flap and a flash of flames that consumed a few feathers before they could touch the bed.

The lithe, black-furred female slid quietly under the blanket, and snuggled close to Killer's side as he kept her hand in his own far larger one, squeezing gently on it... And Diana finally noticed that both Killer and Alexis were actually entirely naked, the dangerous femme fatale laying on her side and looking at her with a predatory grin, her enchanting body bare under the blanket, her godlike, mighty breasts displaying their glory.

The angel's cheek reddened a touch more, primarily because she felt a bit ashamed at the comparison of her body and Alexis's one as Killer looked affectively over the both of them... And Diana quietly reached her hands behind her back to unclasp the golden ring that kept her white top in place.

"It is not necessary, you know..." Killer said with a soft smile, but Diana went ahead and quietly removed the cloth, folding it up and threw it down the long, enormous bed, where it wouldn't bother anyone. She couldn't repress a grin at the awareness of just how massive Killer's bed was... and she could imagine just why it was so vaste, knowing him.

They were near the headboard now, and further down the square-sized bed there still was the large pile of red cushions where he would lay down as Master to enjoy the care of his slaves... And in general, lots of space for any kind of orgy that could be fantasized of.

"It is fair, though." Diana replied gently. "And I want to..." She added quietly as her firm breasts were exposed, and Killer wrapped a arm gently around her shoulders, letting her head rest on his enormous bicep as she curled up against his side.

The giant male reached a hand up to affectively move a bang of long black hair from her face, and that was the moment he noticed the decorative black mark drawn around the contour of her eyes. He stared at his curiously for an instant, and Diana smiled up at him a bit.

"I'm gonna become a Seraphim soon enough... I'm an Initiate in the last training phase. They've been teaching me for over 3 million years by now..." She quietly explained, and even Alexis turned to look at her with interest at such a news.

Killer, on his part, almost gaped in both surprise and an happiness that was almost prideful for such an achievement: even he, after all, knew the Immortal warriors named as Seraphims, the elite of Heaven, despite his ignorance for the ancient myths and for the supernatural. The Seraphims were the only figure he remembered very well from the lessons he had received when he was a young kid prince... And quite possibly he reminded the subject so well because it revolved around immortal, beautiful, winged female warriors of divine grace.

"My little angel... a Seraphim!" Killer exclaimed softly, and he smiled lovingly as he moved the long bang of hair out of Diana's enchanting ruby eye and back her ear, giving an affective squeeze around her shoulders. "How much more training will it take...?"

"A few thousand more years, I guess... It still means soon, for an immortal." Diana replied quietly. "It can take longer still..." She added after an instant. "But it can also take less. You know it well, I never was a warrior... and I had to learn a lot."

Killer nodded quietly. Years in the past, when she had been his favorite lover, he had been teaching her some tricks... but she'd never really wanted to become a true warrior. Her innocence was such, that even knowing enough to actively defend herself was almost too much. But she had been a receptive and talented pupil on the other hand... And he suspected that in so many years of training, she had probably developed excellent capabilities. Probably a lot of magic, more than raw physical violence... But he was pretty sure that she had turned in a formidable rival, much as her quiet, innocent nature hadn't changed. He could see it with his eyes... her body was lithe and feminine as it had always been, but now it was also toned and strong. Her arms had fair muscles to show, and her legs were toned and powerful... Which also makes her curves all the more beautiful... and her abdomen had taken on a chiseled, toned design.

"I guess it was a long process because of me, too." Killer observed calmly, and Diana blushed a bit, sinking a bit between her shoulders. "How long did the punishment last for each time you came down to save me...?" He asked, calmly but with some evident regret. He had great fault in putting sweet Diana in troubles in Heaven.

"I'm still being punished for the last time I came." Diana admitted, and Killer tried to calculate how long that meant. The difference in the flow of time between the Mortal Plane and Heaven added to his incapacity with math and made it a rather frustrating process... But with a mortal day corresponding to well over 10 years, he knew she was paying from centuries.

"But they did not interrupt my training anymore, at least... Heaven needs warriors urgently, and they can't afford to waste time. I've escaped the cell of the monastery to come here today." Diana explained quietly, leaning against Killer affectively and rubbing a hand down his powerful front.

"What did they do to you...?" The huge male asked firmly, some anger poisoning his voice. "What did I cause you this time...?"

"It is not your fault. I came because I wanted to see you, and I wanted to help you." Diana replied quietly but with firmness. "I come because I love you, and they are not going to stop me from coming and see you. I'll keep coming, and I'll keep loving you forever." She added with surprising strength, even as her cheeks burned red, and Killer couldn't help but smile as he realized that the harsh training had not damaged her innocence... but had boosted her resolution a lot. "I will stop only if you tell me you don't want me to bug you anymore."

"That's not going to happen, and you know it, Diana..." Killer replied affectively, nuzzling her gently. "I love you, and I'm always happy when you come and visit me. But I don't want them to punish you. What did they do to you...?"

The angel did not answer immediately, but she could not ignore the gaze he gave her, halfway between commanding and pleading. "I've been closed in solitary confinement and... and they've called an Inquisitor from Hell to torture me once every day." Diana whispered reluctantly, and she clung to Killer's huge arm as she saw the fires of rage in his eyes, his lips cresting in distaste to discover gritted, deadly fangs.

"But it is a small price to pay, for seeing you..." Diana added quietly, leaning her head over his chest and kissing it lovingly, her hand stroking gently down his abdominals as she felt with a shiver the power of his body as his musculature flexed in a nervous twitch of repressed rage.

She could not dare to imagine what Killer would have done to her Inquisitor if he had it in his hands... the power she felt in that angry flex was monstrous, and she repressed a shiver of fear and admiration at the feeling.

"I'll make them pay for it." Killer said coldly, and Diana did not reply. She could have warned him that the Inquisitors of Hell were dangerous, powerful entities that also enjoyed an invincible, divine protection in the form of an invisible barrier sustained by the collective effort of the ancient mages, the Scholars and the Scribes. Hundreds of those mages controlled the very existence of Hell, and their collective, immense power served to make sure that even people as strong and dangerous as Killer could not take revenge over their Inquisitors...

But the angel knew it was better not to reply... And besides, she knew that Killer had actually shattered the Divine Barrier already once, breaking it to shreds when he had beaten Regina to a pulp and later raped her to death. The fearsome power of the huge male was something that even Hell itself risked being unable to handle, and her Inquisitor would have probably risked a lot if the giant liger was to ever came up on him.

"Don't worry for me, Killer..." Diana breathed instead, smiling to him reassuringly as she leaned against him, her breasts pushing into his huge, muscular arm. "I can handle it. And anyway, I've come to warn you, because things are worsening rapidly, and the changes may soon become dramatic."

Killer let out a deep breath, and he tried to relax and listen. She had just gained a new extension to her punishment to come and inform him... the least he could do in exchange for her love and courage was to listen to every word, and take as much advantage as possible from them.

"More and more demons are invading the Mortal Plane, apparently coming up randomly around the planet... But it is not the evident rampages, nor the Dead bodies crawling up from their graves that worry us the most. It is the hidden face of the invasion that worries us the most: we know for sure that many nations of the Mortal Plane are already compromised: either the sovereigns and governors are Possessed by demons, or they have been slaughtered and replaced by shapeshifters. You have no idea of how common this is becoming: the military of most of the world is already largely compromised... and it starts from the dangerous position of near impotence that mortal weaponry has on major demons." Diana explained, frowning deeply and closing her eyes for a moment. "The RA activity is increasing, but even in Heaven, we can't understand what's happening, because the magical "war fog" is proving itself impenetrable even to the efforts of our most powerful mages... And so the RA is making its own steps to exploit the demons in the best possible way."

"We've had demonic attacks happening mostly everywhere... I learned that last week a Gigataur leveled to the ground a couple of towns in Java, and Ural's has been plagued by a major invasion of Samanhi half-scorpions that have turned a large region in a massive wasteland..." Killer said calmly, and Diana nodded quietly.

"The situation is going to get worse... But you don't have to expect a full-out assault of Hell, luckily: the largest part of the demonic armies are busy invading Heaven, and they keep up busy at the very limit of our forces. We are already stretched thin in vast areas... And the demons have managed to break their way into the Elysian Fields already. The Central Land, where the souls used to arrive to be destined to the various Heavens, has already been turned in a massive demonic camp, and the Scholars and Scribes are using their power to try and break even larger Cracks..." The angel nodded, looking up at Killer's eyes intently. "Cracks, you see, are a twisted sort of portal, we could say... wounds in the folds of time and space, capable to connect planes that should stay well separated: they have managed to break several Cracks open, and now demons surge from Hell directly into Heaven... together with massive evil power surging from the Underworld itself, which is polluting and mutating Heaven. What's worse, is that somehow they managed to tear open other Cracks, even in the Seventh Heaven, the holiest of all... In fact, we are directly under siege, since the Seraphim's monasteries are located in the Seventh Heaven."

Killer nodded silently, trying to grasp the full meaning of her words. He did not knew Heaven nor Hell, not enough to fully figure the situation out... But whatever a Crack exactly was, it worked as a massive portal, capable to corrupt the structure of the world itself, while allowing demons to surge across them from a Plane to the others.

"Heaven risks to fall apart..." Diana sadly admitted. "Demons of monstrous force are coming to smash our defences apart, and what's worse is that we are getting crushed by the sheer force of numbers. Hell gets more and more souls to turn into demons, either powerful or weak, but in enormous amounts: some of the apparently pointless rampages that lately happened on the Mortal Plane all but accomplished the double task of helping the RA and supplying Hell with more souls. Heaven, instead, is getting no more souls, and every angel lost is a warrior less, with no replacement."

"How can this be...?" Killer asked, horrified, as even Alexis stared at the angel in silence.

"The Grim Reapers have all sided with Hell, and every soul they collect is brought to the Underworld, regardless of any Ancient Law: even a saint currently ends up growing into a demon... And good souls becomes the most powerful of demons, almost invulnerable to Holy magic that would usually affect evil creatures so much..." Diana answered, nodding slowly as she closed her eyes tightly.

"Death itself is against us...? How the Hell do you fight that if you... like... drop down... well, dead?" Killer observed, making a grimace as he rubbed a hand in his Mohawk, frowning a bit at how lamely he felt he had expressed himself. What if the Grim Reapers start reaping souls indiscriminately... I can't fight Death itself, right...? I mean, tomorrow I may be dead and soon I'd be a brain-washed demon rampaging against my loved Diana...

"That luckily won't happen, Lion..." Diana assured, touching his hand gently and smiling amusedly at his puzzled expression, reaching forwards to nuzzle him lightly. "The Grim Reapers can't take souls at will. They can't kill simply by deciding that someone must die, like people believe. The Grim Reapers only have the task of severing the last ties of a Soul to the dead body, and bring the spirit to its new home for eternity. Not even Thanathos, the God of Death, can kill at will in that way! While he's owner of Death, the End of All Things, he can't decide which life has to cease, and when."

Both Killer and Alexis looked surprised of this. While they had somehow imagined that the Grim Reapers had to have limits to their powers, they had both probably always imagined the God of Death as the one that decided whoever was to die... As the two ligers traded a gaze, Diana smiled amusedly and gave a little nod.

"I know, it sounds weird when you learn these things the first time... But to explain it shortly, our almighty Creator, God, made sure to keep these Ultimate powers separated, because he knew that they were the key to the absolute control over Everything and Everyone. Thanathos is depositary of the power known as Death, but it is three sisters, as ancient as the universe, located in a safe Dimension that's different from Hell, Heaven and the Mortal Plane alike, are the makers of Destiny and the supreme entities that spin the line of every single life, from the starting point, to its end. Atropos, indeed, is the true entity that dispenses Death, by physically cutting the thread of the life of a person, as her two sisters, Clotho and Lachesis, spin it."

"Does that mean that... our destiny depends entirely from how well or how bad these girls spin a thread...?" Killer asked, arching an eyebrow with a bit of a grimace.

"No... The thread is shaped by whatever action the person makes and whatever decision a person takes: it is your choice to join a battle or hide, for example. And your independent decision is how you move in the fight... but if your rival wins and hits you deadly, the thread of your life snaps apart." Diana explained quietly, frowning a bit as she tried to find the word to rapidly and clearly express complex, eternal and divine laws that she had learned to know only with thousands of years of teachings in Heaven. "From the direct actions of Clotho and Lachesis, though, may depend many events of your life: if they spin the thread badly, you may be hit by illness of some kind... And when your thread is long enough, or too damaged, Atropos cuts it, and seals your death." Diana paused and sighed, then smiled quietly. "It is hard to explain..."

"Well, it is clear enough." Alexis grumbled. "It quite sucks that Destiny is shaped by how well or bad a couple of chicks work their loom, anyway." She stated firmly, nodding sharply. "Besides, lots of people get sick around the world, often seriously. You'd think that in all these Eons those two would have learned to spin properly... But that's not how it works."

"It is not as easy as you think... It is in the Laws of the Creation for the spinning process to go 'wrong' quite frequently. That's how God tried to obtain a balance for the universe... And both Him and the Three Sisters try their best, I believe." Diana countered quietly, before closing her eyes and giving a little nod. "But I'm here to warn you about more urgent problems."

Killer quietly squeezed her closer, feeling her bare breasts pressing softly into his side, and he blinked as his cheeks almost imperceptibly reddened: it was his time to be embarrassed, since his cock still mightily towered, mostly erect, tenting the blanket at a ridiculous height, his morning hunger unhelped by the presence of both Alexis and Diana, naked and beautiful. Talk about things that weren't just serious, but deadly-relevant, while sporting such awe-inspiring erection was quite embarrassing.

And while Diana probably missed his discomfort, Alexis's wide grin told him that she had likely read his thoughts as always. Or perhaps just noticed it on his face... she knew him just too deeply to miss any fact about him.

"We doubt that the demons will truly step up their attacks on the Mortal Plane for now... Hell's forces are currently too busy in Heaven to dispatch major demons or armies on Earth. But this does not mean they won't launch random attacks, both to cause horrible havoc around the world and to reap more souls to change into demonic soldiers..." Diana explained, and as she took a short pause, looking thoughtful on what to add, Alexis nodded agreeably.

"And much as they can't just kill at wish, the Grim Reapers aren't slouch. They'll be a major threat." The femme fatale stated firmly, crossing her arms on the cushion and grinning as she leaned her head over them, powerful biceps bulging with might and her chest exposed in all its glory. "I want to kick a Grim Reaper's ass. That would be awesome and... quite epic." The dangerous female added, grinning cheerfully.

"Grim Reapers are dangerous enemies, not a pastime." Diana reprimanded with seriousness, frowning at her. "Never undervalue them... And you'll need to learn how to use magic, to be able to take on them. Your physical might wouldn't be enough, countered by the mastery over magic of a Grim Reaper."

"That's your opinion." Alexis replied with a grin, shrugging a bit. "I don't think so."

Diana rolled her eyes a bit, and Killer only gave a slight smile as he gazed over the confident, predatory femme fatale, who was grinning and likely thinking of how good a battle it would have been to win...

"Demons will continue to try and sabotage the chance of the Mortal Plane to oppose any serious resistance: we expect to see more and more leaders getting possessed or replaced by shapeshifters, and we expect many strategic killings in the next future. And you two happen to be the most valuable targets of all, the ones that Hell truly wants out of the game." Diana said, resuming her original explanation and Killer couldn't help but grin a bit: the awareness that the Underworld feared him so much was quite flattering... even though it meant that they all wanted him dead as soon as possible.

"If they kill you two, the RA will have no troubles at all in crushing the little resistance left, and the Mortal Plane will fall without Hell having to really step into the fight."

Alexis grinned widely herself at the last statement of the smaller female, and she turned to gaze intently to Diana as she asked: "What about God...? He's ready to stay back and watch as His cherished Heaven is conquered and destroyed, and the Mortal Plane seized...?"

"God is deeply worried of how things are evolving. But He's too good to seriously take a position with force... He sticks to his conviction that all the beings He created deserve to be free to self-determinate their actions and their beliefs." Diana answered quietly, and she paused for a moment before closing her eyes with a sigh. "He's been asking everyone to reason, to stop the bloodshed... But admittedly, no one listens to his wise words anymore."

"A little bit of a weak line of action." Alexis mumbled darkly, and Killer couldn't help but internally agree. "Asking politely to the bad guys to stop being bad never really worked."

"Yeah, well... the gods don't follow his suggestions anymore either, and they are growing suspicious of each other and thus getting less collaborative by the moment. Alone, even God couldn't do much to fix things up." Diana countered calmly.

Killer gazed at her for a moment, dying from the wish to inquire deeper into what she had learned in Heaven, and in particular ask her about God... It was hard to understand, after all, how God could coexist with so many other divinities, like Thanathos and Taranis, the gods of Death and War. What the huge male had by now figured was that, even if incredibly powerful, God wasn't really almighty. If he had such limitless power, the support of the other gods would have been useless... and in exchange, the gods would look far less important compared to Him. Heaven is just so frigging complicated...

He dropped the idea of posing more questions, at least for the moment: he got the feeling that, every word Diana pronounced about the gods, was going to cause her troubles in Heaven. And she was already in more than enough trouble just by coming down to see him... and she also suspected that she was embarrassed of exposing God's eventual weakness. As an angel, a future Seraphim no less, she was tied to Him by a strong tie of faith, after all.

Diana looked up at him affectively, and she seemed to guess the interior conflict he was facing, because he saw a glint of gratitude in her eyes, before she gently kissed his thick chest, her hand rubbing lovingly over his powerful abdominals, sliding down thick hills of muscle that flexed lightly under her palm.

"You two are the key of the war that's exploding... Heaven wants you two to recover an edge over Hell, because you have the power to become the most powerful of living weapons ever. Hell wants you to use you as the invincible demon lord that will crush Heaven under his foot and make of the Mortal Plane a simple harem for himself. And the gods... well..." Diana paused, looking into his eyes and trying to find the words to use as she stared in the deep, clear ice-blue of his irises. "I don't really know. Some are lined up with Hell, even if they won't admit it. Others are parted with Heaven. Most of them, at least, don't want things to change, and hope to maintain the planes well separated and independent, as it should be..." The angel paused, looking meditative as she took Killer's face in her hands and smiled hesitatingly at him. "But what's worse is that some utterly hate you."

"Well, lots of people does hate me anyway. It's no big change." Killer replied calmly, grinning a bit.

"We're used to people wanting us dead." Alexis added agreeably, grinning widely as she turned to rest on her side, muzzle leaning on her hand as she looked over the angel with amusement.

Diana had expected nothing less from Killer and Alexis... even the news that Hell and Heaven wanted them dead to feast on their souls, and the fact that the most powerful entities in the universe wanted them destroyed entirely left them not just unfazed, but actually almost happy, eager as they were to always fight at a new level, facing enemies more and more powerful every time. She also accepted that none of what she could say would change their way... and I'd never want Killer to change... and so she just dropped her arguments.

"You also have friends, though. There's large parties of supporters that see you two as the Saviors of the planes. In Heaven and Hell both, there's people who's ready to follow you two everywhere it'll be needed. Right now, two friends of mine, mages from Heaven, are setting up defenses around the royal palace." Diana explained quietly, and Killer blinked in surprise.

"We'd have to warn the soldiers then... I don't want a fight to start up between friends..."

"Not necessary." The angel assured, nodding with a little smile. "They are more than capable to go around unnoticed... even by the technology of your soldiers."

Ugh. This is bad... because I bet the enemy can do it as well... perhaps even better.

"We're setting up some protection: for example, a spell-barrier that will ensure that no one can portal into the palace without your explicit permission..." She hesitated, looking at him quietly, and he took a moment to understand that she was ready to cut herself out as well, if just he wanted so... And he immediately smiled and touched her cheek gently. "You can come whenever you want, Diana."

The angel brightened immediately, and she nodded with a wide smile. "We thought about this mainly because Grim Reapers can portal everywhere they want, whenever they want, and it would suck to suddenly find them appearing all around the corridors. Most demons, and most angels as well, can't portal outside of Hell and Heaven respectively. To come down on Earth, I've to sneak to one of the few fixed portals scattered around Heaven and use a crystal to bring it back online... they've all been shut down and closed eons ago." She paused, and then added: "We've also decided to put up some other protections, one in particular that will prevent demon's spirits from being able to enter in a person and posses it. We want to be sure that no enemy can use such trick to sneak up on you two... And believe me, they'll try to."

"Could they... possess us as well...?" Killer asked calmly, well hiding a certain worry that had grown in his chest when thinking of how terrible it would have been to kill friends and allies, prisoners of a corner of your own body puppeted by an evil spirit. Diana took a moment to think, before answering prudently: "It can't be ruled out. But you two have a formidable power inside yourselves, and such willforce that trying to take over your bodies and trap your consciousness away is nearly impossible. Some of the strongest demons may try, but I don't think they will, because it would be too dangerous... With some training, you two may very well become powerful enough to tear to shreds whatever spirit tries to infect your beings."

"Well, that would be a hot trick." Alexis observed, grinning predatorily as she closed her long fingers in a fist, muscles flexing powerfully in her strong arm, before she slammed her fist against her open palm.

"You'll have to keep your eyes open for shapeshifters, though. They'll undoubtedly try to assassinate you two... with both demonic and mortal methods, that's for sure." Diana added quietly, looking from Killer to Alexis. The angel smiled a bit as she met the gaze of the larger, muscular female, and gave a little nod. "But we are less worried by them, since Alexis should be more than capable to see their nature with her powers, no matter how well their conceal themselves."

"You bet." Alexis replied with a wide grin, nodding firmly.

Diana smiled quietly as she turned back to Killer, taking one of his hands in her own smaller ones and squeezing on it gently, bringing it to rest quietly over her bare chest as she gazed in his deep, icy blue eyes. "We are taking other measures, though... Your powers lay largely dormant within you, and even if you were to unlock them tomorrow, it wouldn't still be enough to counter the hostile gods, nor the greatest demons. You're unable to control all the power you posses, and you'd probably go insane with Lust and pure, brutal force, and go into a rampage, for the pure pleasure of destroying the world."

_Is it truly MY power...? Or is it Black Killer's one...?

In both cases, the best would still probably be to keep it sealed away forever._

"Am I... truly... so dangerous...?" Killer asked hesitatingly, and Diana shook her head slowly, snuggling closer to him and kissing his neck lovingly as Alexis wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, shaking her head firmly as she gazed into his worried eyes with love.

"No... No and no..." Diana whispered quietly, embracing him tightly. "You don't have to talk of yourself as a danger. You are the only one savior that can stand between us and the end of all things. The only one with the power to bend even the gods!"

"But that power... united with my Lust... it can bring only destruction." Killer replied calmly, even if his voice betrayed his feelings of horror. "I feel it at times, Diana... the call for the rampage. The call for unleashing my darkness over the world... the call for bloodshed, endless, cruel bloodshed."

"You are not the monster you think you are. Never think in those terms!" Diana said firmly, looking into his eyes with her own enchanting ruby ones. "There's who's got worst lusts than yours... they only luckily miss the force that you have. Oh, Killer... It is the price that your power comes with. Such borderless force that even the gods fear it... How could such power ever come pure from the wish of using it to rule over everything and everyone...?"

"You'll learn to control it, as you learned to keep your force at bay." Alexis assured, and Killer turned to her to give her a loving smile that she reciprocated with affection. "I always felt the immense force that burns into you, lover... I could feel I from the other side of the world just as strong as I feel it when I'm in your arms. There's both Light and Darkness inside you: enough light that the Sun would look like a weak candle in comparison... And on the other hand, enough Darkness to wrap the whole word in never ending night." The femme fatale smiled, reaching up a hand to touch his face gently, and she pushed her muzzle against his, even as she had to lean over Diana to do so, the two females embracing him tightly. "Yet, you have learned to control yourself... better than even I do. And you'll be able to put a leash on your own power. You will."

"That's what we plan, indeed." Diana added at that point, and the two lovers looked back down at her curiously. "We urgently need your force to fully develop, and your power to grow to its full, unmatched extremes. And we're trying to find a way to train you... Heaven's wisdom and the right teachings would help you break the Seal that limits your powers, and give you the capability to control them at the same time."

"Is it so complex...?" Killer asked quietly, and Diana nodded with a very serious expression.

"Deadly serious, Lion... You're comparable to a Hybrid Incarnation." She said softly, and he gaped a bit, looking down at himself with shock, his hands trembling a bit.

Oh, he had been told it already... But by Regina, and he had... tried to tell himself that it wasn't true. Hell, he was still a mortal, besides. How could he be an Incarnation of a Sin while still alive, and not demonic in the slightest...? He did not want to be like Regina, the monster that she had been, guided and consumed by the boundless Lust that she incarnated in physical entity.

But Regina saw it... She knew I was destine to be another Incarnation, and have even more of Lust's power cursing through my form... More power that even she possessed...

Incarnations were rare. Extremely rare. In all the Eons of life of the Universe, Hell had seen perhaps a few hundreds of them: demons that grew so tied to their Sin to become a physical manifestation of it, with all the boundless power that it meant... and... and... I bet Hybrid means no good.

"Did you say Hybrid...?" Killer asked quietly, and Diana nodded.

"Oh, yes... Even Alexis said it, Lion. She sees both Light and Darkness inside you. And this is a mix that has been never before seen. They are two extremes that normally try to destroy each other. Holy and Evil never coexisted before in a single being... And we never believed we would see such coexistence happen, either." Diana sighed quietly and nodded. "I can't kid you, love... You have to know it. Light and Darkness are the extreme powers, that reunite all the others in two separate fields. Light, which encompasses the whole range of Virtues that determine the power of Angels, and Darkness, which includes the Seven Sins that shape the demonic entities. And the simple fact that the two Supreme Powers coexist in you have amazed both Heaven and Hell from the very first moment of your existence."

"No one expected you to survive." Diana added after a moment, and Killer's eyes widened as he stared at her. "The Gods were sure that you couldn't survive the inevitable, continuous clash of Light and Darkness inside you... The fear was that such massive power would have destroyed not only you, but the whole Mortal Plane."

"But somehow I did survive." Killer observed calmly, and Diana nodded, smiling in amazement at how well he managed to control his feelings. It hurt her to be the one explaining him his conflictual nature... But at the same time, she knew she had to. She was the only one that could give him such shocking news in acceptable way.

"You did... And it left everyone stunned, also because the powers inside you continued to grow, day by day, to new and new heights. And, even more amazing, as you grew up, it become utterly evident that you weren't 'just' Light and Darkness..." Diana paused, smiling a bit as she slid a hand slowly down his masculine chest, moving under the blanket and stroking down his chiseled abdominals and soon wrapping her fingers around the godlike girth of his gigantic cock, mostly flaccid, but still obscenely enormous, laying on his abdomen and sneaking almost all the way up to his chest. "Lust was obviously something else that was incarnated in you... And yet, it wasn't enough: you also included Wrath... And on the Light side, you were a personification of Courage and Justice."

"There's so much about you..." Alexis affectively breathed, and Diana nodded with a loving smile, even as she blushed bright red when the larger femme fatale grinned and moved her own hand down under the blanket, wrapping her fingers over Diana's own with mischievous energy, and guiding their joined hands in a slow, long stroke along the huge male's shaft.

It made Diana give a breathless sigh of bliss and embarrassment alike, her cheeks burning red as she lowered her gaze a bit as she tried hard to keep the focus and continue to talk, even as her hand was guided gently but firmly along Killer's enormous member, which twitched hungrily and started hardening under her palm, her fingers growing further apart as his cock grew even bigger and thicker and stronger, large veins bulging under her hand as Alexis pressed into her back, naked, enormous breasts pushing into her as the larger femme fatale breathed hotly above her.

Killer looked at this with a murr of mischievous delight, and he couldn't help but grin a bit as he felt himself growing hard again, and the worries that had been crowding up in his mind took a bit of a backseat now, leaving some space to far more pleasurable feelings coming from his crotch...

"The gods were scared of it. They feared that one day you would have lost the control... and your enormous power would have broken out of any attempt to restrain it." Diana continued, reaching her other hand up to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. "You see, Incarnations are rare... but Hybrids are almost unique. And you are an Hybrid of Lust and Wrath, between all other things... a combination incredibly powerful, and incredibly rare."

"Actually..." She added after a short pause, looking down meditatively at the blanket before looking back up at him. "You are actually unique. You are a mortal, not a demon. Yet, you possess powers of both demonic and angelic nature already. And this never before happened. And there's never been a concentration of powers immense enough to create Hybrids of more than two Sins or Virtues at a time. In all this, you are an absolute first... And no one truly knows exactly how strong you can become."

Killer couldn't find a single word to say. He only looked quietly down, silent and with his mind full of confusion and shock. _A demon... even before dying...?

But an angel as well!

A monster...

That depends on what you'll do with your power.

What the Hell am I...?_

He looked up as Diana's hand gently stroked his cheek, and he met her smile and loving gaze with a little, hesitant smile of his own as the angel quietly moved a long bang of hair of his mane out of his eyes.

"Don't you start crucifying yourself as you always do..." Diana said softly, leaning against him to wrap an arm around his broad shoulders and pull him closer against her. "The Past is Past, and what it has been is not necessarily what will happen tomorrow. You've long decided you want to be a force for Good, hard as it is for you... And the will behind your courageous choice is too strong for any Lust to break."

"You have the greatest power that can be dreamed of. You've been gifted with two of the most powerful Sins and Virtues, all in your hands to fuel your strength..." Alexis added quietly, and for once her smile was very serious, without a hint of a grin of lustful delight that she would usually sport when the subject was Killer and his strength... Well, maybe she's grinning. Just a little, though... "You've the power it takes to fix things up... But here is where your true nature steps in, Lion. Where the true challenge starts, the real test and the real torture: you'll have to release your power, and learn to keep a leash on it, to stay in control, if you want to use it for the Right. Because if your power, if your Lust takes over..."

"You may either become the most destructive terror ever to exist, or even be consumed by your own power. It could bring you to complete insanity, if not to autodestruction." Diana completed seriously, gazing into his eyes with affective but resolute firmness. "I'll be sincere with you, my love. Most Incarnations in the History of Hell were too dangerous, and were destroyed or ended up self-destroying themselves. And almost all the Hybrids did."

Killer nodded silently... and for a moment, the two females only snuggled closer to him and rested against his huge, masculine form, letting his thoughts rage in a confused mess inside his mind, even if Alexis, predatorily, refused to let Diana's hand go, and kept slowly stroking down his gargantuan shaft, which had grown back to its full, glorious erection.

It would have either made him ravenous for sex or embarrassed, normally... but in that moment, he barely noticed it, overwhelmed as he was by all what he had learned in the last fifteen minutes or so.

"Why it is so hard... to use my power, then...? Why even Alexis spent large part of her life without knowing of her supernatural abilities...?" The huge male asked, looking to Diana curiously as she rose her eyes back to his own, as Alexis turned with equal interest to the Angel.

"Well, you were sealed..." Diana paused, and forced her eyes to look back up at him, despite the undeniable flush on her cheeks as her hand gently caressed the sensitive skin of his stone-like pillar of flesh, running her fingers along the many finger-thick protruding veins that were carrying the vast amounts of blood needed to supply such a massive cock. "You weren't the first Mortal that got Sealed... And you've not been the last. Alexis, and even Vera, the Suicide-Maker, were originally Sealed, so to restrain their powers, and the development of them. It is far more common that you may believe... every mortal that bears a special power at the birth or develops it later is Sealed by a mage to keep its capabilities under control and restrained until the host can control the power properly." The angel nodded quietly, and added shortly after: "Not always the Seal breaks. Actually, it is rarer that a Seal breaks than vice versa: most people never grows any awareness and less than never any control of their abilities. Other times, a Seal breaks not because the host is capable to control and use its abilities, but because the power inside it has grown too great to be contained... And these cases normally end badly, with the host subject dying or going insane."

Diana paused again, looking meditatively up to the ceiling of the canopy bed for a short moment before turning to Alexis with a little, gentle smile. "Alexis's seal snapped for a variety of reasons: her willforce had grown strong enough that she was able to take control of most of her power. Her force in the meanwhile had grown too great anyway to be successfully restrained anymore, and that broke the Seal... helped also by the fact that, they day it happened, you were in death-danger in the fight against Vera. And such extreme needs often happen to shatter a Seal."

"But the Seal within me wasn't a single one, right...?" Alexis asked calmly, and Diana looked surprised for a moment, looking at her with curious eyes as Killer looked from one female to the other slowly, feeling his cheeks reddening and heating up as he also saw in the process the tent in the blanket created by his towering cock standing between the two girls.

"No..." Diana admitted finally. "You had one from your birth, but five more were urgently added when part of Killer's genetic code was passed to you, because that part of himself that he shared interacted immediately with your own dormant power, and melted into a massive, new force. Even now, Alexis, only 3 of your Seals have been broken. 3 more are weakening as you grow stronger and stronger by the minute... and you take on a double nature yourself, divided between Light and Darkness."

"Funny thing would be knowing if you passed me the Light or the Darkness." Alexis amusedly observed, grinning down to Killer and ruffling his mane teasingly. "I suggest the first. I was a baddie well before knowing you, after all."

And don't you try saying "I'm sorry". Alexis voice gently commanded in his mind, shutting down his worries, his sudden regret for that gesture that he had wanted to do as an act of supreme love...

And it was. I can only be grateful for what you gave me, lover. Don't you try feeling sorry about that, because I couldn't be happier than when you said me that you were ready to share Eternity with me... And I can only be even more grateful now that I start realizing how big a power you shared with me. As to the dangers, it is just a grace for me, to be able to share them with you. We'll overcome our challenges together, my love... be it in blinding Light or in crushing Darkness.

Killer couldn't help but smile silently up to Alexis as she grinned widely down at him, giving a nod and winking to him cheerfully... And the huge male once more wondered how he had managed to survive for so long without her at his side to walk together with on the harsh path of life.

"But... then... How many frigging Seals ended up on me...?" Killer asked curiously, arching an eyebrow questioningly as he stiffened up a bit in the bed, and Diana frowned.

"Truth is, I don't know. No one in Heaven even dared sharing this secret with anyone... And I don't know if anyone at all outside the Gods actually ever got to know it." The angel sincerely stated, and Killer sighed in resignation.

I bet it is not a good sign.

"But I can tell you that your Sealing is a half-legend in Heaven, and probably it is in Hell as well... The first attempts that were made all failed miserably... the Seals would shatter the moment they were imposed on you. At the end, the desperation was such that the Metatrons of Heaven and the Scholars and Scribes of Hell were forced to collaborate and use their combined magic to chain your power up. And it is still told to this day that even with the might of Heaven and Hell combined, it was a tremendous struggle... and that's a part of the reason why you are so famous in both planes too." The angel paused, looking quietly down, and adding in soft voice: "It was also pretty much the last time that Heaven and Hell collaborated on something."

Ok, it wasn't a good sign. Oh, crap.

Killer made a bit of a face and left himself falling back onto the cushion with a deep sigh, closing his eyes tiredly for a long moment, before taking a deep, long breath. "How many were broken so far...?"

"At least four... But they all shattered because your raw power has been growing too much, too quickly. I don't know how many are left, but I know that we need to snap them all by means of Control, instead of merely destroying them with raw force. And that's why I'm trying to find a way to bring you two in Heaven to be trained adequately." Diana answered calmly, and Killer nodded silently.

He had heard too much to express any more surprise, even though he was the last person that expected to ever see Heaven: he had long refused to believe to the afterlife at all... And when he had been forced to admit that "there was something else", he had never doubted that his place was definitely in Hell.

"You can do that...?" Alexis asked curiously, looking at Diana with genuine interest, and the angel nodded a bit, even if she seemed to shrink a bit under the femme fatale's gaze.

"I think I'll be able to organize it... I'm doing what I can to ensure that it can be done as soon as possible, and lots of people in Heaven and even in Hell are helping me for it. But you also have to consider that a lot of people opposes this idea. So, you'll have to be patient for some more... and... believe in me, and hope very strongly for some luck."

Diana shrugged a bit and gave a small smile at this, and Killer quietly nodded, reciprocating with his own smile of true, immense gratitude. He could only imagine the risks she was running for the love of him, considering that even the gods hated him for the large part, and that even just for coming down on Earth and visit him she was punished so severely... And there were no words and no actions that could express enough gratitude for her.

"I always trusted you..." The huge male gently said, and Diana brightened visibly, nuzzling him lovingly and whispering a thank you that he felt he truly did not deserve. She was the one who had to be thanked, undoubtedly.

"Have you a plan...?" Alexis asked, and the angel nodded firmly.

"As I said, lots of people in Heaven and Hell sees you two as our saviors. You are the only one hope we have, and so there's lots of friends ready to support my plan in every way they can... Of course, there's even more people that opposes the idea, but we'll manage to do it anyway."

"But you said that even the gods hate me." Killer observed quietly, squeezing the little angel in a loving, protective embrace. "That they either want me dead to use my soul to create a super-weapon, or want me completely destroyed and banned from all the Planes and into oblivion... How can you fight against the gods...? I don't want you to compromise yourself for me."

"Oh, well... It is true. Some gods believe that you should just be killed and we should use your soul. And lots of people in Heaven and Hell alike is enthusiast of this idea." Diana mumbled, looking angry as she grumbled some very hostile and non-Diana-like phrase against the enemies of her great love, making Alexis smile a bit. "And Taranis admittedly utterly hates you... He's getting hung-up about you, lately. He fears that you plan to take his place as new God of War or something stupid like that."

Alexis grinned cheerfully at that statement, and licked her lips slowly before gazing down at Killer with a gleam of flames in her eye. "Now, that wouldn't be that stupid an idea." She teasingly stated. "It would be pretty damn hot, actually."

"Don't say it!" Killer winced, looking from side to side a bit, with the same nervousness of who has the bad feeling of being observed by someone. "We don't need to make Taranis any more hostile than he already seems to be, you know. And he may be... listening... or looking."

Oh, Hell. Right. It sucks to be looked at all the time. Sucks hard. I didn't thought about it before... And it would have been better not having to. You pervert gods... I must be some kind of... frigging porn movie for them, or something...

"Anyway..." Diana said firmly, steamrolling Alexis's laughter, even if the angel's cheeks burned red, giving Killer the uncomfortable feeling that she had read his thoughts and was blushing at the awareness that he was indeed one of the favorite subjects of the gods'attention. "Much as many are hostiles, there are many who love you and believe in you. And some of the gods, luckily, are part of the favorable party."

Killer noticed that Diana's cheeks reddened even more, despite her best efforts not to, and he suspected that the help of those "friendly" gods was going to come with conditions... or at least with some kind of side effect he truly didn't want to know at the moment. Had enough unpleasant surprises for this morning. And to think of how well it seemed to start...!

"I count on their help to make it all possible." Diana concluded quietly, and Killer nodded silently, smiling a bit despite all at the evident relief that the angel took in seeing him not making questions. Her eyes gleamed with sincere gratitude, and it rewarded him for the patience he showed in staying silent and refuse to inquire deeper.

Diana did not deserve it. And whatever was to come, Killer would have faced it at the right moment.

Silence descended upon them, as Diana snuggled down to cuddle against his left side, and Alexis leaned into his right one, resting her head on his shoulder and slowly stroking a hand along his huge, muscular arm as they rested quietly into the bed...

But Alexis, obviously, couldn't be satiated by just some quiet cuddling up, and soon her lips crested in a wide grin as she wrapped her hand around the girthy, massive obsidian cock of the male liger, squeezing the steel-hard tower of flesh teasingly. "Now, now... we can't leave this big male all idle, right...?"

She gazed up to Killer's eyes teasingly as he gave a bit of a happy grunt at her forceful squeeze... And Diana smiled widely, despite the lovely way her cheeks took on a warm shade of red.

"I owe a lot to Diana." Killer replied quietly, squeezing the angel closer, an arm wrapped gently around her waist. "So she'll be calling the rules for once. And if she says no sex, it's no sex."

Alexis pouted at this, crossing her powerful arms with a grumbled: "Like Hell, no sex."

Diana grinned slightly at that, leaning her head against his shoulder and shaking it slowly. "Why should I ever say 'no sex'? You don't imagine how much I long for sharing a bed with you, all the time I spend in Heaven..."

Alexis grinned widely at that, nodding cheerfully, and she eagerly grabbed the blanket to throw it up and away, uncovering their naked bodies and leering hungrily over Killer's powerful naked body, her gaze climbing up the towering length of his gigantic obsidian shaft. "Now you speak my language, sis."

"And so... what can I do for you...? I wanna let you call the shots." Killer gently said, and Diana smiled lovingly up to him before straightening up and crawling on all fours towards his crotch, gently wrapping her warm hand around the thick, hard base of his gargantuan shaft and kissing the enormous flared head of his shaft, stroking her palm slowly up and down along his cock.

"Then let me serve you..." The angel breathed, leaning slowly forwards to lap at the head of his gigantic member, opening her mouth as wide as she could and suckling on his cock hungrily as she dived forwards, trying to bury his hugeness down her convulsing, tight throat... and Killer grinned as Alexis cackled and moved swiftly to help the black-furred female in her loving effort.