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Devouring the Devout

The deep, rumbling, lusty growls of pleasure reverberated through the floorboards, the massive king sized bed creaking as the constantly shifting weight of its occupants caused the mattress to compress. The bed was framed by massive stained glass windows depicting a green beast surrounded with auroras of purple and pink. In the bed laid that creature, the massive drox himself, known to much of the multiverse as Green.

Green was massive, his head was nestled up on the pillows, his cut jaw framed by a powerful mane of black that rolled up into his glorious viridian up do. His eyes glowed with violet energy and the corners were turned up in a mischievous smile. The drox’s muzzle hung open slightly, his tongue lulling out as he panted. The cords of power that formed his neck rolled into hill like delts and cannonball shoulders, his biceps double peaks of power. His pecs were massive slabs of meat that outsized the pillows he laid on, his nipples forced to point down at his cobblestone eight pack, his lats spreading out like wings. The drox’s thighs were tantalizing teardrops and his calves diamonds of steel. His feet looked almost disproportionate to his body, slightly bigger than one would expect, and they were a perfect mix of foot and paw. Four toes pushing against one another, fighting for space while his sole had a solid pad. Each index toe had a shimmering purple toe ring that stated the only two rules for the people who would see them.

WORSHIP and SHRINK

The two words stamped onto the cosmic metal an order and a reminder. Worship the god that looms above you, and a reminder that he will be forever growing stronger, more powerful, more effortlessly invincible.

Not to forget the root of his manhood between his legs. The duo of grapefruits and the three foot salami throbbing between his redwood thighs was a reminder to all men just how inferior they all were. Just how insignificant and pitiful their concept of manhood compared to the deity of all creation that had the true gonads of a god. Each orb churned with power, practically steaming with the musk and testosterone radiating off them. That shaft throbbed, the head spitting milky pre, the duo powerhouses of virility unable to contain his powerful swimmers. The furry green orbs would flex in their tight sack and that onyx pillar of manhood would throb and ooz out more of his overflowing masculinity.

Just one drop of that pre-nut in the right well would create generations of powerful drox half-breeds. It was easy for Green’s powerful nut to simply dominate and strangle out the gene pool.

“Yes,” Green groaned, his one hand stroking his massive shlong while the other flexed his bicep for the devotee currently sharing his bed. “That’s it, you know you want to.”

“Y-Yes G-Green,” Aidan shuddered. The man would be considered a beast, an absolute titan of a mouse if he weren’t lying next to the titan of titans himself. The mouse was thick, his muscles honed after years of hard work and dedication. His soft, creamy fur glistened and shined, and his chest was a lighter shade. His hair was black as ink, his ears twitching as he nuzzled into that bicep, his head inching closer and closer to that pit.

“That’s it,” Green rumbled. “A little further. Give into the temptation.”

“I…I can hold on a little longer,” Aidan huffed, through his mouth, not wanting to inhale through his nose. “I want to just be here with you my god, just a little longer.”

Aidan’s nuts clenched, a thick wad of pre shooting over Green’s obliques as the mouse tried to hold in his nut.

“Yeah, I can feel it,” Green rumbled, his muscles flexing, his toes fanning as he stroked his glistening member. “I can feel your desire. You want it, and you know the price.”

“Yes,” Aidan shivered, his long tail flicking behind him, his own foot paws flexing in anticipation, his thick ass clenching as he ground his boner into Green’s side, the foot long shlong no more annoying than a prick to the giant drox. “I can sniff that pit, at the cost of my size. Just…Just a little longer.”

“Fuck yeah, closer, you can almost taste it,” Green chuckled as Aidan left a trail of kisses along the powerful vein that went between his bicep and tricep and flowed right down into that hairy pit. “That’s it. Now fucking sniff you fucking pit pig!”

“Oh God!” Aidan sniffed, his nose pressed into the slightly damp armpit, his nose touching hot, sculpted flesh beneath all that hair and fur. He couldn’t help but obey, drawing in a breath through his nose. “Fuuuuck you smell so FUCKING good.”

“That’s right you filthy pit slut, snort that shit!” Green grinned as he felt that first tithe ripple through him. Aidan took a deep whiff, and then a few small ones to really overfill his lungs to near bursting of the light musk and natural smells of man. It was a beautiful mix of sandalwood and ocean spray with the smell of a fresh workout. It spiraled into Aidan’s nose, hitting his senses and filling his head with the heated, heady musk of a true god.

Aidan felt like he was high, like he just did a line of his own personalized concoction of blow. He sighed, the taste of Green’s musk tickling his tongue as he let it slowly slip out of his muzzle. But as he exhaled, his muscles twitched and softened. His striations and shredded definition started to fade, shrinking back into his fur. Green on the other hand was snarling, his arm flexing higher, his bicep cresting at the same height as his head. His chest widened and his pecs flexed with their new added heft. His abdominals crunched, fighting for space as the crevices between them grow deeper.

The mouse drooled, giving a light chuckle at how giddy he was. Aidan’s chest fluttered with butterflies, his stomach felt like it was tingling and his cock was on the verge of busting. He needed another hit, he was hooked. How could he not want to snort the scent of a fucking GOD!

“Fuck yeah! Make me bigger, little man!” Green snarled as Aidan took another deep whiff, his body shuddering and shrinking while Green’s would flex, his striations flexing and expanding, rolling over his form to make him larger. Aidan sniffed again, his mind lost to that smell, his brain shrinking right along with his size to make more room for that musk as he snorted and licked and groaned into that pit.

“That’s right! Bigger! Bigger!” Green snarled, his body inching upward, his foot paws sliding down further and fanning as his balls sloshed larger, his cock inching upwards. The worship alone from Aidan was enough to send tingling pleasure through Green’s form. He was a god after all, and worship was his life blood. Though, with his huffing and tithing, Green’s pit felt like there was an orgasm shuddering through it. It was almost like a tickle, only raw pleasure shot through the massive drox, blooming over his chest, and filling his body with power that it soaked up greedily.

“Yes!” Aidan huffed between his licks and snorting. “Bigger, please, more, bigger…”

Aidan’s powerful booming voice was getting higher in pitch and those rumbling groans of pleasure were getting deeper. Green’s body surged, his striations rippling, rumbling before flexing larger, more powerful, stronger,

BIGGER!

“Ahem, My Lord and Master, Green?” A man spoke as the door to the bedroom opened.

“Ah, Clover,” Green looked down, his head being forced up against the headboard while his feet rested over the other end. “You come to pay your respects too? I’m almost done with this one?”

Clover walked in, the beastly man larger than Aidan was moments ago, his hulking, deathclaw body completely in the nude. His claws were a deep cobalt, his brown hide and cream underbelly were spackled with metallic blue scales and his horns a veritable demon crown. Again, a proud and almost legendary specimen if it weren’t compared to Green’s expanding bulk.

“I…I mean, I could worship you if you wish it my lord—”

“You should know the correct answer to that question, bitch,” Green’s eyes dulled from euphoria to annoyance. Clover felt fear for his soul in that stare as Green’s head continued to crest higher over his pecs, the shifting size putting him in a half sitting position. Green had obliterated entire multiverses simply because he was bored with them, or even worse, annoyed.

Clover scrambled forward, falling to his knees and pressing his face into Green’s feet. He shuddered, the deathclaw’s cock throbbing hard and spewing his load over the floor as he gagged himself on Green’s expanding toes.

“That’s right, bitch,” Green rumbled, wiggling his toes deeper, Aidan now a five foot twink hanging from Green’s armpit. “Never forget, you’re my play thing, first and foremost.”

Clover’s tongue lulled between those toes as they expanded into his throat, he gagged on them, the musk and sweat filling his maw with the salty favor of his god.

“Now,” Green turned back to Aidan, the little mouse a tinny three foot thing pinned to Green’s pit when his triceps expanded so large it locked him in place. “What reward waits such a generous tithe?”

Green chuckled darkly as that mouse kept getting smaller, his body shrinking with each huff, that mouse watching as that pit expanded to consume both head and shoulder, his entire world a muscled prison of pit hair and sweat.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my pit was voring your scrawny ass,” Green rumbled as another trickle of power worked through him and gagged Clover. “My goodness, Clover, you need to learn how to handle your cock holster better.”

Green pulled his foot back, several toes popping out of the deathclaw’s maw.

“Now what’s so damned important that you had to interrupt me?” Green cocked a brow.

“Sorry my god! Your massive majesty!” Clover groveled literally at Green’s foot. “I simply wished to inform you that your next appointment is coming up soon.”

“Didn’t I delegate all that boring shit to you,” Green shoved his foot forward again, his toes filling the deathclaw’s muzzle. The creature at his feet blushing as his cock spewed more seed. “I should grind you into stardust for interrupting me you little shit.”

“SO sorry my lord!” Clover popped those toes out of his maw with difficulty, wanting to choke himself to death as penance on that foot. “But you also said to bring you all the interesting prayers.”

“Oh?” Green cocked a brow, his purple eyes flashing. “And what makes this prayer so interesting?”

“It’s of a couple of entities you have deemed quite devout,” Clover nuzzled Green’s foot paw, messaging it with his thumbs and kissing each toe between sentences. “You know of them. They are Fier and Tyrse.”

“Oh, such a good duo of sluts,” Green rumbled. “The amount of skulls they’ve fucked and worlds they’ve conquered in my name is quite admirable. Worthy of at least half an answered prayer. What is it they are asking for?”

“That’s just it master, they wish for your help in the bedroom,” Clover shuddered. “With such a perfect specimen, even in concept, they wish to know what it would be like to inhabit your flesh and dine on your pleasure and capriciousness.”

“Well ain’t that a surprise,” Green murred. “Usually those weaklings want power. These two simply wish to service me in other ways.”

“They said it was to spice things up in the bedroom if possible,” Clover murred, moving to Green’s other foot as the massive Drox crossed them at the ankle.

“Semantics,” Green waived off the reason. “Though, if they wish to partake in my flesh, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Green paused, looking down and not seeing his mouse worshiper. He could sense him, his devotion and worship, but he wasn’t quite sure exactly where he was. The big Green rolled his eyes, shifted his hand to dig into his armpit and found the little one-inch mouse tangled in his pit fur. He pulled him out, the mouse a slippery little twink matted in his musky pit juice.

“Ya aint’ doin shit for me in that pit anymore, little one,” Green gently scritched under the mouse’s chin, the little thing squeaking as his dick released a little cum bubble. “How would you like to worship my nut sack for all eternity?”

The squealing squeaks of joy filled the air as Green continued to pet his little one-inch buddy with his thumb claw.

“Now, as for you,” Green looked down and flexed his toes against Clover’s face, his claws gripping that muzzle. “How about a reward for bringing me such a worthy prayer. You want to tribute?”

“More than anything,” Clover shuddered against that foot. No sooner had he said it, those toes started to expand, his body shrinking down, his muscle deflating, his definition smoothing out, and his cock reeling back up into his body.

“That’s a good little acolyte,” Green rumbled, his voice getting deeper as he feasted on the deathclaw’s size.

Clover pulsed smaller with each lick and kiss on that foot as it gripped him. He couldn’t help but worship his god even as he took the strength and size he had accumulated. Clover’s horns dwindled, shrinking back into his skull. His powerful jaw narrowed, his vicious tusks and teeth retracted into his maw. The menacing slabs of meat that made up his pecs jostled as though he were bouncing them, only for them to seem to shirk and shrink further into his body, vanishing into his chest. The deathclaw’s pulsing pythons dwindled, shrinking down into noodles, his abdominals smoothing over into a cute belly. His menacing thighs and raptor claws mellowed out, his ass becoming a duo of hams that looked oh so fuckable, his feet shrinking beneath him into dainty little paws. Then his cock, his lethal deathclaw cock sank down into a little button with a penny purse. He didn’t even look like a death claw anymore. He looked like a brown skink, the blue accents nothing more than single scales that looked like someone dusted him with glitter.

Green on the other hand swelled, his body crunching, his toes eclipsing more and more of that dwindling death claw’s head. Green smirked, feeling the pitiful deathclaw’s muzzle trying to worship between his toes, his muscles rippling with power as Clover’s mass found purchase in the vision of perfection. The deathclaw couldn’t help but fall down to his knees, and not just from the weight of that growing foot, but in complete devotion to the beastly god that Green simply was.

“That was a nice meal,” Green put his hands behind his head, his knees almost reaching the footrest. He released Clover from his foot paw’s grip and pushed him forward before standing up. Clover shot across the room from Green’s simple flex, but the drox knew Clover was quite durable. As Green stood, his feet made the floor rumble, he chuckled, rolling his delts and causing them to bunch up, his shoulders crunching wider as Clover’s tithe continued to assimilate with Green’s perfect body. The drox went over and grabbed a robe, pulling the large article of clothing around him, the purple fibers soft as satin as it draped over his body. The garment magically enhanced to always cover his form as he synched it. He might as well have been wearing nothing at all with how that fabric draped over his striations, his cock practically parting the bottom to give a glance at his heavy sack. His long, eastern dragon tail wafting behind him, the tip a plume of feathery fur.

Green took a single step forward, the entirety of his palace shuddering. He smirked. This was a nice start, but he could always be bigger.

“Bring the devout lovers to me at once,” Green opened the door to his bedroom and glanced over his shoulder at the deathclaw who was twitching on the floor, his one inch dick trembling as he caught his breath. “And don’t make me wait this time, Clover. You know I could replace you with a snap of my fingers.”

“y-Yes! My lord!” Clover scrambled onto his belly, bowing before shooting off like a scared gecko.

“Today is going to be a good day,” Green murred, his eyes glowing with power, the lives of infinite worlds contained deep inside him. He could draw upon those worlds, drain them for their power, leave them lifeless husks, and he had countless times, but Green craved a more intimate experience.

And a loving couple to fuck might be just the thing to relive him of his boredom.

***

“Babe, can you believe it?” Fier rumbled, the weasel walking up the steps to the celestial palace. “We’re actually going to meet the Big Green!”

Despite being from a long and gangly race, the cybernetic polecat was a mountain of beef. His dark, cobalt hide stretched over mountains and plates of granite, his shoulders and delts holding up a head that looked almost ever so slightly small compared to his hulking form. His underbelly was white and facial markings were accented by cerulean chest fur, beard, and a sexy up do.

“Yeah babe,” Tyrse nuzzled his man, the gray fox just as large as his counterpart, his glasses glinting on his muzzle. His soft storm-cloud hide was accented with autumn oranges, his tail a fluffy thing that wagged behind him excitedly. “My big blue bae is going to finally meet the Big Green himself. So glad we’re doing this together.”

“Fuck yeah man! I hear he’s a god damn riot, and beast of a party animal,” Fier murred, his cybernetic tail chirping along with him, the tip a raven mask with a simple hinged jaw. “I’m so fucking pumped! Fuck!”

“I’d say I’m almost as excited as you, but you’re clearly ready to bust a blood vessel,” Tyrse chuckled, his heavy chest rumbling as they ascended the steps of the palace.

“Oh come off it babe!” Fier wrapped his arm around his man’s neck, a feat with how massive both their necks and arms were. “You’re ready to fucking ride that drox dick as bad as I want to be beneath it.”

“Not that you don’t have a legendary dick,” Tyrse adjusted his glasses as he glanced down at his mate’s bulge. The only article of clothing the two wore were their underwear. More out of necessity than anything. It’s hard to be a sexy beast and dominant tyrant for your god and master if you’re constantly tripping over your shlong. “But I’m ready to have something bigger.”

“I mean, maybe we should have stretched you out a bit before answering Green’s summons?” Fier chuckled. “Ya know, only letting me top on my birthday does not a strong hole make.”

“You think I can’t handle it?” Tyrse cocked a brow. “Is that a challenge?”

“Only if you’re looking for one!” Fier nuzzled his man’s muzzle as they got to the top of the steps, the looming doorway several stories high. The weasel needed to adjust his own glasses to look at its high arch. “Woah, it’s a lot bigger in person, huh?”

“Yeah, things are a bit different in reality than in our visions,” Tyrse’s ears twitched. “Seeing it in our dreams verses real life is just…wow.”

“You said it babe,” Fier nodded.

The doors loomed over them easily thirty feet tall, the duo of seven foot tall beasts felt small for the first time in a long time. In their world they were skyscraper’s of men, literal titans who had consumed legions in Green’s name. Trampled cities to dust and bent nations at the knee in worship of Green. Now that they were at the celestial palace, it was hard to not feel…small.

The doors started to open, the yawning opening of the palace swinging ajar to reveal a small, brown, gecko.

“Hello Tyrse and Fier,” Clover nodded at them, his hands folded together, his button penis a shameful dot compared to the absolute globes the two were sporting in their underwear. “Welcome to Green’s Celestial Palace. It’s my pleasure to see you to his greatness.”

The two looked down at the little deathclaw, both raising a brow and feeling the need to lift their mighty paws and smash him into the pavement of Green’s palace. How dare such a small being think they were worthy of Green’s greatness.

“Yeah, it is your pleasure, shrimp,” Fier smirked and elbowed his man, his massive arm would have cracked mountains with that jab, but Tyrse simply rolled his eyes as a tickle came from his rib. “Look at that little pipsqueak. I didn’t realize that Green kept the tinnies around.”

“I’m a lower deity that Green has so graciously let live,” Clover nodded before stepping to the side, the palace doors swinging further for the two titan guests. “I do all the menial things he doesn’t wish to bother himself with. Like directing prayers and fulfilling desires.”

“So you’re the fucker that got our prayer,” Tyrse rolled his eyes. “What a fucking let down. I was hoping the big guy himself was feeling our devotion. Not some little foot stain that deserves to be crushed in Green’s name.”

The two stepped in, Tyrse purposely moving his foot over the death claw and slamming it down, the little gecko gave a little squeak as the marble beneath him cracked and fissured.

“Where’s the god of gods?” Tyrse asked the little brown skink. “I didn’t come here to be guided around by a little pipsqueak. Be grateful that Green has deemed you worthy of your invulnerability and not been stripped of that. Otherwise, you’d be a stain on my heel.”

“Y-Yes,” Clover choked out. “He’s down the hall to the-the left. In the th-throne room.”

“Thanks, bitch,” Tyrse smirked. “You ready babe?”

“Fuck babe, don’t get me all hot and bothered,” Fier rumbled, growling lustfully as he stroked his man’s chest fur. “I’m saving all my nut for Green.”

“As you should,” Tyrse nuzzled his man, his foot grinding the shrunken Clover into the ground, the little servant groaning as his cock twitched against that massive foot paw. “But Green said nothing about respecting the staff.”

“True,” Fier murred, lifting his own foot paw and slamming it down on Clover’s face, the ground cracking further as they stood atop Green’s plaything as they pressed their lips together. Their tongues lulled, their muzzles mashed as they took turns flexing their foot and squeezing and pinning the diminutive deathclaw.

It was only a moment, but Clover was reduced to a gargling mess, his maw wanting to worship those toes, to lick their foot paws. These two were truly blessed, their size and power and beauty all things that Green valued, and would accept as tribute sooner or later. The deathclaw held it together. His only saving grace was that neither of them were Green. Had they been the sex god drox, Clover would have becoming a puddle of his own cum and twitching worship.

“Enough foreplay,” Tyrse gripped Fier’s scruff, pulling his muzzle away and licking his neck. “Let’s meet the god of gods himself.”

“Fuck, I’m so hot right now babe,” Fier growled lustfully.

“Yeah, keep it together for a bit longer,” Tyrse nuzzled his man, letting go of his scruff and leading him down the gilded hall of black onyx and emerald facets. “We have a god to meet.”

The two went down the hall as instructed by Clover, the deathclaw left behind in the crater of a dual foot paw. The two made their way down, the door before them gilded in a green metal, purple and black stone holding it up. The two pushed on it, the door swinging open and revealing the throne room. A purple rug rolled out a long hall, either side of it were statues of men holding up glowing purple orbs, each an eye into a world controlled by green showing worshipers bowing before their idol. The two recognized one of the statues as their own, a duo of atlas like versions of themselves cradling the world on their backs. The walls were covered in stain glass windows that depicted Green consuming entire planets, stars, and galaxies. His body on display, his feet crushing littles and micros, the further down they got the hall, the larger green was in each depiction.

“It’s about time you two made it,” Green rumbled. Flames of green, purples and pinks roared to life behind the throne to reveal their idol of worship, their god! Green sat on his throne, one leg stretched out, his foot on display, his other bent so his toe claws pressed on the ground while his heel rested on the foot of his throne. His massive cock draped forward, soft, and hanging down near the base of the throne. His mighty body rose above it all, his chest wider than the arms of his seat, his head propped up on a fist while the other strummed the arm of that giant onyx chair.

“G-Green? My god, I mean, My God!” Fier blinked.

“Have you no respect,” Green rumbled, his eyes glowing violet with power. “Kneel and kiss the ring.”

The couple’s knees gave out, their forms smacking down and making the ground tremble as they came forward. Green had to be at least nine feet tall, maybe ten. It was hard to tell when he was sitting. Both of the couple crawled forward before cradling Green’s foot at the ankle and heel. Fier kissed that glorious purple ring that demanded WORSHIP and Tyrse did the same.

“Good,” Green rumbled, his cock twitching, his voice rumbling through the throne room. “What kept you? I sensed your presence moments ago. I half expected you to come charging through the door ready to bend the knee.”

“It was your receptionist,” Fier responded, his lips grazing the foot claws of that massive stomper. It was easily twice the size of either of their foot paws and held contained power both of them could feel with how it simply wouldn’t yield beneath their touch. “It is our duty to subjugate all those smaller and weaker to your greatness. He had the gull to stand and not crawl in your Palace of all places. He needed to be reminded of his place.”

Green looked down at the couple, his eyes glinting as he fanned his toes to get a good look at the couple huffing his foot musk beneath them.

“Good, you know my creed and you live it well,” Green took his foot back before putting his toes beneath the Weasel’s muzzle and forcing him to look up. “Approach me.”

Fier gave a little murr, his cybernetic tail twitching and chirping as he crawled forward up between Green’s legs, his muzzle just above the massive root of Green’s junk. His musk was legendary, the smell of ultimate man making the Weasel’s mind tingle and cock twitch in his underwear.

“So, you two wanted to ‘spice things up’ in the bedroom, correct?” Green looked down at Fier and smiled. “What’s got you blocked in the sack? Your man is clearly the largest being in all of your world.”

“To be frank my lord, it is you,” Fier looked up. “I don’t blame you for it, of course, but ever since your image was seared into my mind, I can’t stop thinking of you. Your perfection is so much grander in person. I can’t contain the words when I see you. You’re a god and the power inside you is palpable. I can tell you’re not showing your true strength to us, and I expect it’s because we might be destroyed by your sheer greatness if we were. I can’t stand not knowing what it’s like to be with you, and I know touching you would be a curse, a blessing on high with a deadly double edge. I would know the flesh of a god, and the pleasure of serving you. Everything after would be a cheap imitation of the true pleasure of being your bitch.”

“Damn, slut,” Green smirked. “Not pulling any punches. And what does your lover have to say about all that, huh?”

Tyrse looked up at Green, the drox’s duo of violet orbs glittering with amusement.

“It burns me up inside knowing I can’t please my man the way you could,” Tyrse shook his head. “I can be cruel and dominant, but it comes from frustration of not being you. I know it’s an impossible ask to be as sexually fulfilling as a god, so I won’t ask that of you. It would be an insult to cheapen your greatness by giving even a fraction of your ability to a mortal as myself. But my prayer, my deepest desire is that you could satisfy my husband. I want you to rock his world, make him scream your name so that whenever we make love he has not the fantasy of being with you, but the memory of being fucked by a true god. The rest of my life will be devoted to making his toes curl, his body shudder, and voice scream your name so that we might be worthy of getting cucked by you again.”

“That’s a good little bitch boy,” Green murred, his foot coming up and patting Tyrse on the head. The fox let out a contented mewl. He had never felt like a pup more than he did then. Even when he was sucking the milk from his mother’s tits, he didn’t feel as helpless and weak as he did when Green merely gave him a pat on the head instead of crushing him beneath his heel. “Though, I have a better idea.”

“Of course you do,” Fier murred, his mouth watering, wanting to simply work that shaft and nuts. “You know better than anyone.”

“Of course,” Green murred. “I could fuck your mate, and will, but instead of trying to explain this to you, why don’t we cut to the chase. Fier, show me how badly you want to be my slut. Work my shaft with more love and devotion than you show your cuck of a man.”

“Oh fuck yes, thank you Green,” Fier murred, shuffling forward to get his hands under those massive nuts.

“I didn’t tell you to speak, I told you to worship. That cock holster ain’t for talking anymore, bitch. It’s for showing your husband just how much of a failure of a partner he is in the bedroom. I bet I can make you squirt harder sitting down than he does pile driving that whore hole of yours.”

Fier shuddered as he lifted those nuts. Each one the size of a watermelon and filling out the weasel’s paws with their heft. He then dipped down, down, down, to find that cock head and slurp it into his maw, his tongue lulling deep into the piss slit while working over that head, sucking it into his muzzle.

Fier gave a whimper, his tail hiking up as his hole clenched, his cock throbbing in his underwear. How could a cock taste so good! Fier never really cared for the flavor of dick, more about the pleasure of sucking it gave to his mate, but this was different. The salt and the musk filled his mind, his brain overridden with a powerful urge to worship to suck to slurp and gag. He gulped, his cock throbbing hard as Green’s pre oozed from that cock tip, the powerful salty musk coating his tongue instantly and making his toes curl. Fier moaned, his pecs bouncing as he got closer, hefting some of that thick shaft between them to work it up and down as he sucked that tip. The feel of that flesh against him was heaven. The heat of that cock, the feel of Green’s flesh was like kissing the sun and getting his nips played with at the same time. How could simply sucking cock feel so fucking good!

RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP!

Fier’s cock tore his underwear off, the massive six foot shaft throbbing to attention. The red piercings all along the base and red cock ring glinted against the onyx member. That shaft oozed, those white, furry balls and their tuft of blue hair between them throbbing, causing that shaft to leak on the floor in tribute to the god before him as Green looked on with a pleased smirk.

“Hey cuck,” Green pushed his foot into Tyrse’s face. “Make yourself useful and lick the shit between my toes.”

Tyrse was aroused, ashamed, and confused all at the same time. Not only was it hot seeing his husband worshiping a fucking GOD, but he hated he couldn’t do the same for Fier in the bedroom, and then also confused at Green’s order because those feet were pristine. Apart from a little musk and sweat, they were perfect, as though dirt dare not defile those perfect feet or impede the sight of anyone to look upon them. He leaned forward, lapping across that foot, that pad scraping against the fox’s tongue as the drox continued to subjugate his husband simply with his girth.

Fier was in heaven, his glasses fogged up and askew as he huffed and slurped on that throbbing cock head. Every time he opened his muzzle, his teeth strung together with the mix of his drool and Green’s pre, the slight white in that mix a combination of slobber, throat sludge, and Green’s powerful swimmers.

“Damn,” Green chuckled. “You’re slightly better at this than I thought you would be.”

Green murred, his cock throbbing harder, pushing further into and demanding more from Fier’s maw. The drox god’s cock swelled, lengthening, hardening, becoming more dense than diamonds, and yet to Fier it was still a fleshy rod. A fleshy rod as hard as steel, but Fier frequently bent rebar and I-beams for fun. The thick weasel’s pecs had to push further up, the fur on them slick with the mix of juices as he gave that ungodly shaft a hand job near the base, a peck job half way up, and sucked on that shaft trying to gag his throat. The tattoos on his pecs, one raven on one and the other a were-fox warped as he rolled his pecks against that shaft to keep it in constant motion.

Green could feel every spark of pleasure, every ridge, striation, and taste bud against his shaft. His cock grew to its full length, working down to bulge the weasel’s throat as he swallowed, his powerful neck muscles working over that glossy head as his eyes crossed. Fier’s cock spilled his seed on the ground, his balls throbbing and his taint clenching to send his seed as an offering, his pleasure and orgasm made covenant as a prayer to Green, to please him and let him know he wouldn’t be able to nut without seeing Green every again.

“You feel that Tyrse?” Green rumbled. “Your man just busted his nut sucking my cock? When was the last time he came that hard when you fucked him?”

Tyrse looked on between the drox’s toes at his husband, the weasel completely lost in his worship. Fier was in a trance. His head was bobbing, pecs hefting, and hands gliding up and down Green’s monolith as his throat squelched and wetly shlurped over that rod. The technique only broken when he would orgasm, his muscles becoming more jerky as he lost control of them to the pleasure of pleasing his god.

“I can’t remember the last time he came that hard on his knees,” Tyrse murred, his own cock throbbing hard, extending his underwear before tearing out and freeing itself. The pitiful elastic snapped and fell to the floor before Green as an offering of his lust. “How does it feel babe? To gag on the cock of a true god?”

“Wh-wha?” Fier popped his maw off that cock head to turn and look at his husband, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Who?”

“Already forget your husband, huh?” Green chuckled and gripped Fier’s skull by the hair and yanked his maw back over his cock. “Don’t falter in your duty now, skank. You have a job to do.”

As if to apologize, Fier started bobbing faster, his muscles audibly flexing and grinding as he pushed himself to suck harder, deeper, more fervently. Tyrse looked on, the dragon tattoo on his man’s back warping with how many of his muscles were working to please Green. How much strength and power was needed to give Green a passable blowjob.

“That’s it,” Green leaned back on his throne, his shaft shooting jolts of pleasure down into his nuts and then rattling up his spine. “Keep sucking your fucking god. Worship me, give me all your devotion. Give me your tithe.”

As soon as Green said that, Fier felt something leave him. It wasn’t his strength or size, but his head was getting fuzzy. His thoughts sluggish, his eyes cross. Those black sclera and red irises fogged over as his thoughts slipped through his mind and down that shaft. Green could feel it, the brain power and thoughts of the weasel trickled down his cock along with that pleasure. Each stroke, every slurp and lick of that tongue, every flex of those pecs sent another point of the weasel’s IQ down into Green. He already had a mind that could comprehend worlds at a time, but what does a worshiper need of complex thought?

“That’s it, relinquish you thoughts to me, your mind, your brain,” Green rumbled, Fier fucking his own throat on that shaft as he propelled himself forward, his thick neck distending as he deep throated that head and nearly a foot of the shaft. “See, you’re already getting better without all those other thoughts in your head.”

It was true. Fier could feel himself pleasing Green better, being able to take more cock and focus on pleasuring the less he had in his head. His brain withered, shrinking inside that skull and relinquishing his free will and thoughts for nothing but ways to take cock.

“That’s right,” Green lifted a hand, clenching a fist as he gripped all that intelligence and feasted on it, the power throbbing over the veins in his head as his mind expanded further, his ability to comprehend and understand expanding further. “Doesn’t it feel good to be a brainless slut.”

Fier’s response was to try and nod, but he simply gagged himself further on Green’s godly shaft.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Tyrse’s ears twitched before Green shoved his foot forward and pinned the fox to the ground.

“Shut up cuck, I’m having my way with your bitch,” Green rumbled as he reached forward and scratched behind the weasel’s ears. “Nothing between those ears now besides cock and cum, huh?”

To respond, Fier sucked, doing a vacuum crunch and slurping as hard as he could. It had the force to debone a person in seconds, but for Green it was a glorious sensation.

“Oh fuck, about to be a lot more cum! Keep going!” Green flexed, his toes, his claws digging into Tyrse face as he stayed pinned to the floor while Fier continued to suck hard and fast. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! YES!!!! FUUUUUCK!”

Green’s balls rose, lifting up before bouncing, his prostate audibly crunching before the sound of thick liquid crashing against thick liquid came rushing down that cum pipe and depositing directly into Fier’s stomach. It felt like Fier was drinking the pleasure and cum directly from Green’s nuts. The weasel’s vacuum crunch was immediately pushed out, the solid abs returning to normal, and then bowing out as Green continued to snarl, his fists gripping the arm rests of his throne as he let Fier do all the work, as a true acolyte should.

Fier tried to gulp down that cum only for it to shoot out his nose in streams, his stomach gargling and bulging out before he was propelled off, his head reeling as the next shot of Green’s geyser blasted Fier in the face, marking him as Green’s property and then drenching his form. Fier continued to stroke that shaft, lapping up along that tensing cum pipe as Green continued to baptize him as his. The flow of cum ebbed quickly, Green not wanting to end the fun too quickly.

“That’s a good little skank,” Green stood up, keeping Tyrse pinned to the floor as he took the weasel by the scruff and lifted him, the titan looking like a toddler next to a beastly body builder. And that difference started to become more and more apparent by the second.

“That’s it,” Green rumbled, his veins bulging as Fier groaned and gargled, drool and cum dripping from his muzzle. “Give it to me, give me your size. Make me Bigger! BIGGER!”

Green snarled the command and Fier obeyed. His shredded definition faded rapidly, his body pulsing smaller. His bloated power smoothed out, shrinking down rapidly as Green’s body continued to expand. The ten foot titan going up to eleven, then twelve feet! Green’s cock was still hard, throbbing and oozing cum as though it had too much to give before reeling out further. That six foot shaft growing larger, ticker, longer! Tyrse watched his husband from between Green’s expanding toes. The weasel he loved had a lust drunk grin on his face, his tongue hanging out as his cock throbbed, came, and then shank down from its six feet down to five, and then four, shrinking rapidly as Green’s shaft expanded and thickened angrily. Green’s entire body rose, his foot covering more and more of Tyrse face and chest as Fier dwindled down to a small four foot twink with a six inch dick.

“I think that’s enough,” Green rumbled, his violet eyes glowing with power. Tyrse sighed in relief thinking his husband might be reduced to nothing, but then Green smiled wickedly. “My balls will need a sizable meal.”

Tyrse wanted to interject, but he dare not fight back against his god. The beastly drox slowly lowered the weasel down so the blue creature’s toes pressed against the Green’s cock head. Like a ravenous snake, it snapped forward, slurping up those toes and then throbbing, gulping angrily like a gull wanting to feast.

“W-What?” Fier didn’t have much going on in his head, but he knew something bad was happening. He didn’t want bad things to happen. He tried to pull one leg out, but it only caused his other foot to sink down further. The hot, tight, silky flesh of that hole drooling over his toes and knees was gulping him down faster. He struggled, his muscles not nearly as strong as they used to be, but he still had fight in him. The weasel tried to push back, but the more he fought, the more he sank, the deeper he went. He slipped down, his toes flexing and trying to get out. He was scared, but…it felt kind of good.

Fier’s struggling started to fade as he felt the sweet slick of that cock flesh working over his soles, his toes dipping further as his own balls and dick now throbbed at Green’s yawning piss slit. A powerful throb, a lashing gulp, and Fier was up to his waist in hot cock flesh. Not just any cock, but Green’s cock. The weasel moaned, his tongue lulling out as he had a strange split in his mind, almost foreign thoughts of struggle kept him thrashing, but every time he resisted, that cock just drooled harder and feasted faster.

“That’s right, fight it,” Green’s eyes glowed. “Thrash for me, try and get away you tasty little morsel.”

Green rumbled with lust as his cock was stretched by that body sinking further into his dick. The more Fier resisted, the more he moved about and tried to push away, the more pleasure worked over his shaft. Even though he had just came, or maybe because he just did, his balls ached for release. They were hungry, each ball rumbling like the gut of a dragon after waking from a deep slumber. They were ravenous and ready for a meaty meal.

Fier was struggling, his muzzle a lustful daze as he tried to work his shoulders out only for that cock to clamp down around his neck and make him choke out a gargling moan.

“That’s a good little slut,” Green gripped his shaft, stopping Fier from descending, his massive thumb rubbing over his glands, glossing them with his cum and Fier’s drool as he stretched his own cock flesh, compressing it and feeling how Fier squirmed and writhed inside his shaft. The pleasure was intense and raw, and those balls were hungry for their turn. They throbbed, the suction getting stronger and pulling harder on Fier, those nuts churning and throbbing like an angry bellows. “You served me well, but I think I know a better way you can serve me.”

With that, Green put his thumb on Fier and loosened his grip. The weasel’s head slipped inside and started to slide down quickly before sloshing into Green’s nut sack. Fier thrashed inside those balls, pressed against the walls, his hands forming on that furry green sack as he did as Green instructed. To fight against it even though his body was in the throes of pleasure, his cock gushing ,his body tingling, and all surrounded by thick vats of bubbling cum.

“Fuck yeah, that’s right, get into my nut sack, fucking feed those balls,” Green paused, his brow rising before looking down at Tyrse beneath his foot. “Oh yeah, almost forgot about you.”

Green lifted his foot paw and the fox scrambled out from underneath before bowing before Green, face pressed against the floor.

“Please! My god! Please! Spare my husband’s life, I beg of you. And if you wish to truly consume someone, let it be me. I’ll be happy to become nothing but your hot nut butter that you fill my husband with over and over. Do whatever you want to me, and use my husband’s body as you see fit, but let him go.”

“Silence,” Green rumbled, his balls churning, Fier continuing to writhe inside those massive kegs, the orbs churning and getting larger, swelling as they slowly feasted on Fier’s body. “You get one prayer and only one for the work you’ve done. And I’m not done finishing your request.”

“What’s that?” Tyrse looked up, only to see Green step forward, either of Green’s massive feet shaking the world on either side of the fox and those thrashing nuts sinking lower and heavier by the second.

“I’m spicing things up in the bedroom, like you wanted,” Green grinned darkly, looking down at his worshiper, his hips leaning forward to allow his nut sack to jostle and swell above him, to see the foot paws of his lover press down on the inside of his sack and watch them shrinking. The hard edges of his husband were rounding out already, his diminished form easy for his nuts to consume and add to Green’s greatness. “Now, if you want me to fulfill my promise to you, I’m going to fuck you and make you part of me forever. You and your husband will be bonded in something deeper and more sacred than marriage of blood.”

“W-What will we be bonded in?” Tyrse asked. Green’s smile grew wider, his balls churning.

“Your husband will have the honor of becoming my new and improved nut sack while you’ll become my dick. Bonded forever, together for all eternity, and always as my most holy of bits. You’ll become the very image of my masculinity, your bitch my balls, and you the shaft that will both be the object of worship and my mighty rod of punishment. Can you imagine what it would be like to fuck a star? To dick down a galaxy and drain it’s life up from its roots? You’ll be a tool for my pleasure, and your husband a font of my baptismal blessings. I can think of no greater honor, no greater gift I can bestow upon a mortal. Can you?”

Tyrse’s eyes glistened, tears of joy rolling down his muzzle as he envisioned his life as Green’s obelisk. To become a feature of pure masculinity, to become the universal sign of power and pleasure for the entire multiverse. Green wasn’t just offering him an eternity with his husband, but to be elevated to godhood as his tools of domination and dominion.

“I can think of no greater honor,” Tyrse spoke breathlessly. Crawling forward and kissing Green’s foot. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you and your bottomless wisdom, your Green Greatness!”

“Good boy,” Green chuckled darkly. “Now present yourself to me on my throne, before I change my mind and just drain you into oblivion.”

“Yes! My lord!” Tyrse crawled forward, between Green’s legs and up onto his throne. The grey fox’s tail lifted up, his sculpted ass presented to Green as he gripped one powerful cheek and spread it to the side. “I’m yours, now and forever. You own me, you own me body and soul. I beg you to fuck me and bind me to my husband forever.”

“It would be your pleasure,” Green rumbled. The twelve foot god stood at the base of the steps of the throne, the seven foot fox at the perfect height for the Big Green to enter him. The drox’s tail swished behind, him, the massive appendage smacking into pillars and making the marble crumble as he gripped the base of his glistening shaft. Already his balls felt like they were being licked and worshiped form the inside. Intense spikes of pleasure shooting through his balls as Fier continued to fight against his assimilation to prolong the drox’s pleasure. Green lined his cock up with Tyrse’s hole and pressed forward.

“OH GOD YES!” Tyrse threw his head back, that shaft merely touching his pucker made the fox gasp, his hole quivering as his toes fanned.

“Damn, you’re a little tight,” Green smirked. He could make this easier for the fox, maybe loosen him up with magic, but why would he expend any of his power on such a sturdy tool. He wouldn’t let just anyone become his dick.

It took a moment for Green to work himself in, his fat head pressing against that pucker, the fox screaming out in pleasure as pre shot up his hole, his ass stretching to accommodate half that head before Green would pull back. He wasn’t doing this to be nice, if anything, Green was going slow to punish the fox for ever having doubted his actions. It was the razors edge between pain and pleasure and Green was milking it for every ounce of retribution the fox deserved for his insolence.

“You won’t ever doubt me again, will you little one,” Green rumbled. “You do as I say and you do it well. You will be obedient in all things, won’t you.”

“Yes Green! Yes my lord! I promise! Forever!” Tyrse was on the verge of busting a nut just with the stretching of his hole. He had no idea what euphoria was waiting once that shaft entered him.

He didn’t need to wait much longer. Green enjoyed punishing the fools that would question him, but he also had a nut to bust. Green leaned forward, one hand on the backrest of his throne, one foot on the floor beside it, and one foot pressed against the base of the stairs. He leaned forward, his dick pressing and demanding entry all while Fier continued to work inside those nuts, rubbing the inside, pressing his feet against them, trying to stretch them as best he could.

Then, Green was in. The godly titan sank inside suddenly, his shaft shooting a healthy glob of pre to lube the way. A gift from his husband to enhance the pleasure. Green chuckled and thrusted forward and Tyrse screamed out in pleasure.

“YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!” Tyrse came, his cock throbbing and dumping his load onto the throne of his god as that cock crushed against his prostate. The muscle barely able to twitch to unleash the thick load from the fox’s balls.

“That’s it, take it! I bet you’ve never felt the true release of being cunted by a true god,” Green chuckled darkly knowing full well Tyrse had never experienced a mind melting orgasm like he was having right now with just the tip of his cock working in and out over that prostate. “I’m going to force every bit of pleasure out of you, every bit of pleasure your mortal body can feel, and then you’ll know what true pleasure is.”

“Yes! Green! Use me! Fuck me! I’m yours! I’m yours to do with as you will! OHGODIMCOMING!” Tyrse’s deep voice shot up an octave as Green sank his cock further into his ass, the drox sawing over that prostate, the muscle bumping up against that powerful cum pipe as Green staked his claim to his follower. As much as the drox loved milking someone for his amusement, he didn’t need feel like toying with Tyrse much longer. Green thrusted forward, gripping Tyrse’s hip and slamming home. His dick sank deep, the fox’s belly distending as that cock cored him out.

“Fuck yeah, nice and tight,” Green rumbled, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, his cock digging deep into Tyrse. “That’s right, milk it for me.”

Tyrse wasn’t milking that shaft on purpose. The fox was simply seizing up from the sheer pleasure and to the drox god it created a pleasing tightness. Green gently gyrated his hips, his cock digging deep, that shaft slipping up further until he was deep in the fox’s ribcage. He rumbled as his balls came down to rest against Tyrse’s. Fier could sense his husband, the dumb slut pushed against his husband’s balls and the fox came. He could also feel him. He could feel the sensations in Green’s balls. The untold pleasure that Fier was feeling, his body soaked in cum, his body light as a feather and getting lighter as he was strung up in Green’s loins, melding further with his form.

“Yes! Make me your cock! I can feel him! Please, my lord! Make it happen. Please! Take me!” Tyrse huffed, his hips rocking back and forth.

“I already am,” Green rumbled, thrusting forward and back, his cock sliding in and out with little difficulty and causing his balls to smack Tyrse’s, his husband smacking against his balls as he fucked him hard before slamming home. Green kept his hips flush with Tyrse, only thrusting little bits in and out. “You can feel him, right? You’re already melding. Soon, I won’t be able to pull out anymore. Last chance to back out.”

“No, I want this! Please!”

“You sure,” Green smirked, pulling his cock back, the shaft slipping out slightly only for Tyrse to slam back down.

“Please! I want it! I want to contribute to your greatness! Make you bigger! Make you more!”

Green smiled, tugged back, and found that his shaft could no longer pull out.

“Looks like you’re getting what you wanted, slut,” Green murred, leaning forward and licking along the fox’s scruff. Tyrse shuddered. He had always liked having his neck played with, but that lick was electric! How could it feel so good?

A sudden pulse inside Tyrse made his eyes go cross as Green’s shaft sank deeper into him, the shaft rocking back and forth despite Green hardly moving. It rooted itself deeper, throbbing as more and more connections filled between them. A powerful pulse ran through Tyrse, and then another, and another!

“Feel that, that’s my heartbeat,” Green rumbled, leaning forward and putting a hand on Tyrse’s abs. Those massive, meaty fingers bounced over those abdominals, the drox’s claws tracing over the bricks that the fox had worked so hard to cultivate. And each little ridge, every tender stroke, sent static over Tyrse’s body. It tingled up to his head and then back down to his toes, rolling through him with each little stroke. His belly button was so sensitive, the various nerves in his solar plexus now tingling with raw sensations.

“Think, that’s only a fraction of the pleasure, feel it grow,” Green rumbled, the sensations that Tyrse was feeling flowing through him too. Each beat of his heart stole and cycled their blood, the fox’s organs slowly shifting, liquefying and reforming into delicate glands.

“I can my god,” Tyrse moaned, his tongue lulling out, drooling, his spit getting salty. “I can, oh fuck, it’s so intense.”

Green rumbled, rocking his hips into Tyrse, the fox feeling that cock sinking deeper into him, deeper until it was nearly into his throat. He gulped it back, his throat muscles working over that head and yet ye felt like he was breathing without breathing. Green’s powerful lungs were filling with more than enough oxygen for the both of them. Each beat of Green’s heart caused more changes, more power to flow and cycle. Tyrse’s muscles started to smooth out, his powerful striations fading into his fur. The fox blinked, his glasses falling off his muzzle, the world getting fuzzy as he found it harder and harder to see. His powerful pecs crunched before sliding down, sagging and deflating, his fur started to get frizzy, it’s luster fading as it started to roll off in matts. His abdominals came out of alignment, shifting and melding together to look more like veins.

“That’s right, give in, give it to me, all of it, all of you,” Green growled, the pleasure building rapidly, his balls filling fast as Fier continued to assimilate. It felt like he’d been edging for a fucking month, his balls felt so tight and ready to explode with raw power, to fully gulp down the two of them, consume them, assimilate, and grow. Grow bigger!

Tyrse gargled, his teeth melting into his gums as he continued to drool, his delts rising up to squish against his neck, his Adam’s apple gulping, working over that shaft in his throat. Green continued to gently stroke, the fur on the fox getting patchy quickly to reveal the pink flesh beneath, but as Green ground his hips, that flesh started to grow dark. Almost as though he were bruised, only the deepening darkness would becoming black as ink. Each pulse, each beat of Green’s heart forced more of his divinity into Tyrse, and more of his form was taken away.

Green couldn’t help it, he dipped into the font of power surging in his loins. His body started to flex, expand, growing bigger. He could feel the floor shrinking beneath his toes as he grew, his head arching up further. Tyrse could feel that cock surging, swelling, and forcing itself up into his skull. Tyrse felt his brain get squished, only for it to be malleable and spongey. His skull dissolved in his head, his muzzle and skull sluffing off its fur as he continued to gargle and bubble drool out of his muzzle. His delts rolled forward, curling up around his squishy head as his brain started to meld and melt.

At first, Tyrse felt his thoughts slipping, his mind ebbing away, and fear was there, but soon after it was replaced with pleasure. His entire head felt like it was electric, pounding with Green’s heartbeat as his brain started to melt into glands. All the computing power of a brain melted into pleasure sensors and powerful glands. Tyrse’s fleshy pink face lost his whiskers, his eyes tearing up in pleasure as they were folded over with pink flesh. His mouth moving up on his face as Green stroked.

“Fuck yes! It’s mine! All mine! All that pleasure! All their love! IT’S MINE! FUCK YES!” Green snarled as Tyrse’s muscles sagged and squelched. Striations flexing and folding into veins, divots of earned mass swelling into fleshy glands before growing black. Tyrse’s legs were already folding up, shifting into those nuts, his foot paws sliding in to push against Fier for a brief moment before smoothing over, his toe claws falling away as the veins wrinkled over that sack before becoming taut with their massive, bean bag girth.

“Yes! It’s coming! It’s almost there!” Green gripped his shaft, the vague shape of Tyrse still there as he stroked it. “I can feel it! Give it to me! Make me bigger! Make me grow! BIGGER!”

Green could feel the power from that titan fox surging through his body, he was trying to hold it all it, but it surged, squelched and shot deep into his body. His twelve foot form shot up another foot, but his musculature and skeleton surged wider. The massive drox snarled, his body nearly as wide as it was tall. Fourteen feet of titanic size, his balls sagging low to the ground, his shaft ten feet long and throbbing with raw strength. Tyrse’s mind broke and all thought was replaced with pleasure. He didn’t even think anymore, he was simply a cock, and what a sensitive dick he was. Green started thrusting, his hands gliding over his shaft rapidly, his hips jostling his balls as Fier broke up into bits and sloshed into his nuts. Their love burning for each other making both his shaft and nuts love one another so much it scorched like a vibrating sun in Green’s prostate. It surged with pleasure as the two connected, his dick and balls throbbing forward, Green’s dick changing shape, his muscles flexing wider, stronger BIGGER!

“Yes! That’s it! YESSS! FUCK YEAH YOU CUCK! YOU TWO ARE NOTHING BUT TOOLS FOR MY PLEASURE. ALWAYS HAVE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE YOU FUCKING SLUTS!” Green thrusted forward, his heart beating so hard it could be heard though the palace, his veins glowing with raw power as the couple’s love for each other and their coursed through the Drox’s veins.

Green’s body pulsed larger. Fifteen feet, and then sixteen, seventeen, twenty!

“FUCK YES!” Green roared, his cock solidifying into a onyx redwood of raw power, his balls each the size of a small car churned before throbbing, lifting themselves off the floor before that burning sun snapped into action and shot forth a jet of jizz so powerful it broke clean through the back of the throne room. The pleasure surged for hours. Green snarled, clawed, thrashed as the love the two had raged in his cock, fueling the most powerful orgasm he had in millennia. The true love for each other and their god was raw pleasure incarnate. The statue holding up their world crumbled as all of its souls were consumed to add fuel to Green’s orgasm, lengthening his pleasure. By the time he finished, an entire lake of cum had flooded the palace, gushing out of window and door alike.

Green laid back on his destroyed throne smirking as Clover waded through the deluge to his master and flopped onto his massive balls.

“So, who’s next?” Green rumbled.

“Several titans witnessed your session and wish to contribute,” Clover shuddered, the gecko quivering in need. He paused before plucking at a spec. A tinny pea sized mouse was writhing on that sack.

“Looks like Aidan survived,” Green smirked, but he knew that. “Leave him be. If he can survive the next ten couples, maybe he can take on some of your duties.”

Green murred, relaxing as the pleasure surged inside his balls and cock again, his orgasm reigniting as the love in his shaft and sack compounded again, his dick throbbing and unleashing another torrent of cum.

“That’s right you fucking cucks! Milk my pleasure!” And they did, for several weeks their love bloomed inside Green, deepening, becoming raw and primal, and pleasing their god. As though his own cock had a mind of its own, a one tracked mind that kept stroking itself, worshiping itself, in total devotion.