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**How a meeting can change the way of looking at things, change the life, and create a legend...

Chapter 1 - End and new beginning**

Despite the fact that they were three against one, the sheer difference of sizes and the impressive figure of the warrior white tiger should have told them that it was a very stupid thing to do, attack a tiger on his way. For the three cheetahs the fight had been brutally short, for the tiger, kill them all had been an amusing pastime. They were only the lasts of a long series of victim, inclusive of many female raped on the way of the solitary journey of the tiger.

He was a warrior, and a very solitary, proud, dark soul. He had leaved his birth place, the territory of his father, his loved homeland Kesteven, only because he was bored of the peace he the same had built by defeating all the enemies in battle, and he don't considered honourable beat his father, kill him in fight and conquer the power on the kingdom and the pack only for rape his mother and his numerous sisters... It's a normal thing to do, for the warrior tigers like him, but it feels no good for him, strangely. It's affection for his family was much bigger than the normal, and he had never dared to touch them. The idea to kill his father in duel had never even caressed his mind. It wouldn't have been too difficult, if he would have tried to... He knew he was perfectly able to easily beat his father, but he hadn't the... hunger to do it.

A pack of warrior tigers like him, has always the complete control of a vast territory, up in the Northlands, because the other animals are too weak to interfere. And so, every pack is a sort of kingdom in rivalry with the other, and with the other races living inside only for "generous concession" of the rulers. And every kingdom has obviously his own king: the alpha male of the pack.

The life of the alpha male of a pack is the most luxurious existence possible: a life of complete and unlimited power, with all the females of the pack at your exclusive service, in all the possible senses of the word. The other males of the pack have no powers, no rights... and no females. The civilization of the tigers is founded over the personal strength, value and on honour. The Alpha has to impose himself as leader in duels of strength and ability with swords with all the other rivals, and prove himself better and stronger. The Alpha, then, has power of life and death over everyone in his territory, and his main task, apart from rule on the nation, is taking care of the females of the pack. The girls are only his own, defined for this "Forbidden Females" and he is the only one that mounts them and ensures the surviving and growing of the pack. Exceptions are made just for the warriors. Officers and the most valorous soldiers often are allowed to receive a female as mate, or even more than one. Generals can often maintain towards them the females captured after a battle and form their own harem... even if all of these females are "second-hand" girls, and still subjected to the desires of the alpha male, in any moment, first of all. Besides, even if the life of the warrior presents this advantage, there's always the defect to be always at the alpha male's disposal, often to be sent to death on the battlefields. The alpha male has the complete life and death power, in the pack.

Certain, you often have to fight, and especially you must win, in all the possible conditions of the battle, in order to become and especially to remain the king. If you win, the prize is more than adequate to the risks, but if you lose, the punishment is the insubstantial life of the loser, or, often, the death in the duel.

Why he didn't try to become the powerful, absolute owner of his homeland, or at least of another kingdom? Only because he had no need and no wish for. He was more than strong enough to take everything he wanted, everywhere and every time he wanted. And he had always took what he wanted, females included, and even the alpha males couldn't prevent him from doing what he wanted. He was bigger and stronger than anyone else and he had always crushed under his foot all his rivals. He was the heir prince of Kesteven. He had been the general of Kesteven, won every battle and enjoyed a harem even bigger than the king's one. Enjoyed the company even of the forbidden females without worries and restraints... So he never had never really felt the hunger to conquer a pack and become an alpha male like his father. After all, he was already owner nonetheless of every single female he wanted. He simply took the females needed to placate his sexual hungers every time he wanted his fun. And no one could even dream to stop him.

And then, why take on the duty to defend a kingdom while he was already stronger than any king...? So he had begun a long, no-destination journey... that lasted from seven years. Seven years that had leaved terrible scars in his soul and honour.

He is a huge, white black-striped, 15 feet and seven inches tall bulky, muscular tiger, with a tail with a strange tuft leonine of seeming-flames long black fur, characteristic inherited from his father, and old of generations in the family, likely the result of a flirt of an ancestor with a leonine. Probably ever for the same reason, he has long fur on his head, and all around his neck, in a prosperous, virile mane of which he is proud, despite having no care of it and leaving his rebel fur free to find its way down to half his muscular back and over the amazing pectorals of his broad chest, with several long bangs often coming down to shadow his eyes. And he is a powerful engine of destruction. His name, Killer, is really appropriate for this frightening hulk of muscles and brutal strength. When the average tiger is just around ten feet and the average other people around six or seven at the most, call him huge was even reductive.

He is a war machine: everything in his huge body was built to be deadly in fight. His wide shoulders, his knees and elbows are covered from dangerous bone spikes jutting out from him, making up mortal weapons and protecting all of his major joints from enemy blows in the same time. Even his tail is strong and muscled, and he can use it with great effectiveness as a whip, with slashes absolutely painful. He also learned long time ago how to use it to immobilize enemies or wrap around them and even lift them, sometimes.

Obviously for a predator like him, he has frightening claws and fangs, lethal for everything so unfortunate to be on his path.

His impressive musculature is a clear clue of his frightening strength, with his enormous, bulging biceps, the indestructible, rippling abdominals that would have dented even a sword for how much they were developed and the broad, bulging and powerful pecs that he could easily make jump if he just wanted. But he wasn't muscles for show, but for brutal power. He was covered in a massive, chiselled bulk of hills of muscles separated by valleys of strength on which the light played dozens of different shadows as they bulged impressively with each movement. He carried the punch of heavy artillery... there was no chance to stand up to his blows, and in the army he had been a brutal line breaker, carrying weapons that usually need vehicles to be moved and using his raw, divine force to shatter even tanks and vehicles.

To underline his power, he wears only a pair of black jeans that are moulded over the powerful muscles of his legs and that looks far too tight on his bulging crotch, where his happy highway of flush white fur, coming from his navel, vanish under the strained fabric. The pants were tattered on the spikes of the knees and just above the powerful, large bare feet with his huge, cruel toe-claws.

For most of his past rivals, this sight and a cold, proud and challenging glance from his incredibly blue eyes had been enough to make them understand they had no possibilities against him. For the rest of them, Killer had used his strength and his natural arms with deadly results, and he had rarely had need to use his favourite, non natural arms, at least from when he had last leaved military activity, just a pair of weeks ago: the swords. He is a warrior of incredible value with swords, and he always has with him three of them: 2 twin, five feet long swords in leather sheaths wrapped in sapphire silk at his sides, and a large, heavy, eight feet long gladius in a similar sheath fixed horizontally at his belt, on his back. The rare times he had used all of this formidable armament, the conclusions had been very bloody shows...

He is also an excellent shot with every kind of firearms, especially with the most powerful and heavy machine guns, that usually are fixed on mounted on vehicles but that he uses easily as normal assault rifles. But he thinks that the fire arms remove most of the honour and the bloody beauty of the fight, and so he usually rejects the temptation to show his ability in fight and brutally shorten the challenge... After the pleasure of sex, the thrill of the fight is the thing he likes most in his life, after all, maybe in parity with the love for the powerful engines and the fastest vehicles...

He had collected a very long list of kills and rapes on his strong shoulders during the last seven years, but his major sins really often are the kills: he is a very beautiful male, after all, and most of his sexual victims weren't really sorry to be "raped" by him... he was never fall in love, but it's not a lie say that many of his victims have fallen in love for him, maybe because he is gentle, noble and elegant in his behaviours, out of the fights. Especially in the past, he had always been gentle and almost chivalrous even when raping, and he had always kept, protected and well treated his "victims" into his harem, treating them almost as daughters. Things had changed in the last seven years of his life, anyhow... a dark period of which he couldn't still see the end, that had leaded him to often forget his good, gentle side, to leave free vent to his terrible, inner darkness. What he wanted, he did... and just as when fighting, if he leaves himself go, he's deadly. He's so huge and so strong even when talking of sex that a large portion of his numerous victims, especially females of other species, but not only, hadn't even managed to survive at his powerful style of having sex.

And as the fury of a hurricane, his own rage and uncontrolled power had erased entire towns from the map of the world... and now, once more, he was trying to find himself again, and leave behind his back his sins and darkness and return the person he was long before, the hero and the symbol that Kesteven was proud to have, the defender of the kingdom, of the weak, of the people... in the last years, between his moments of blind fury, he had tried many times to recover himself, but he had always failed, at the end. He hoped sincerely that this could finally be the good time.

Nothing special, so, for him, beat and kill three careless thief cheetahs that had been so stupid to attack a strong warrior seven and half feet taller than them.

He looked disgusted at the bloody, devastated bodies on the ground at his feet, and thought, another time, only two cold, cruel words. "Fucked stupid". Then he bent and rapidly searched in their ripped and shattered armours, that little had could oppose to his blows, but found nothing interesting and so he let the corpses in a pool of their own blood on the road and leaved again, walking calmly down the shady path.

One hour later, Killer come out of the forest emerging near a main road, and from the top of the little hill he was on, he could see for many miles around in that fresh spring's day. The entire valley, surrounded by bare, rocky mountains, was at his feet. "This is a very nice kingdom; there are no doubts on this..." He thought idly as the wind played with the long bangs of his mane and his eyes roved along the landscape in front of him.

Along the entire length of the valley, a river slowly went towards the sea, placed side by side with the road, and the green country was a mix of green plains and little hills covered of woods. A city, with a huge palace was in the major of the plains, but it was still rather far, and the warrior wanted to take a break in his travel, and possibly gather some observations and info about that new place... a town, even little, would have worked perfectly for that. And finally Killer spotted a little village near at his position, a good place where he could likely build an idea on the population of the zone.

Only some minutes later, Killer was entering in the pub of the village.

The place was crowded, but Killer immediately spotted the only important and potentially threatening presences: two warrior tigers like him, each with the sweet company of a female. One only glance was enough for him to understand that the two soldiers were too weak to represent a threat for him, and stupid enough to be able to challenge him all the same. Besides, the two females were very nice, with slender, toned bodies and plump breast and he realized immediately that being attacked by the two weak warriors was the best way to conquer both females rapidly and without too much noise. He hadn't dared to hope in so much luck... something to drink, a brawl to win and a pair of females to have a bit of fun with. Much more than what he had dared to expect.

The rest of the crowd was made up by several other customers, of various races, seated at the scattered, square tables into the shady country-style restaurant. They missed the word and the breath when he entered the door, bending not to hit the top of the frame with his head, and he only grinned slightly, well aware that he could crush them all for fun with a single hand if he wanted to... but he resisted to his inner darkness. They weren't threats in the slightest, and he had to change. He had to control himself... no one can be really defined strong if he can't control himself. No matter how much destructive his strength is or how heavy his punch is.

He sat down on a stool at the bench of the place and turned his back to the two tigers, pretending to not have seen the soldiers who were engrossed in shifting their weight around, taking advantage of the weakness of the other customers to impress their females showing off their arguable power.

The owner of the pub, an old grey wolf who was almost ridiculous in his height of only 6 feet, compared with the about 12 of the two soldiers and especially with the extraordinary 15 and half plus of Killer, was visibly annoyed and irritated of the behaviour of the two tigers, but also really too weak to intervene in any way. So, hiding his anger, he poured to Killer the huge, pail-like glass of beer that the white giant had asked, avoiding the risk of meeting the icy, merciless sapphire eyes of the white tiger. He, unlike the two soldiers in the same room, had already understood that the stranger was several steps over all the others.

Killer took a deep mouthful of the cold beer, sure that they were staring at him, valuating if they were able to subdue him... And only a thought was in his mind as he drank calmly. "Hurry up, fucked pieces of shit...".

In the improvise silence in the pub, he understood that he was right. And Killer grinned a bit with himself, at the certainty that the two females were watching at the new arrived stranger, too... and with an appreciable, interested curiosity as well. He already knew the script, and even if arrogance wasn't exactly something he liked, he was well aware and proud of his fascination and handsomeness.

At the last, one of the two warriors stood up and moved slowly and threateningly towards the bench. Killer hadn't need to turn and watch to see in his mind the rival's face, to guess his thoughts and to know where he was. Experience. Senses. Instinct, told him everything he needed to know so well that he could fight at eyes closed if he wanted.

"Hey, you! Nice tuft!" Killer grinned with merciless coldness at this, licking slightly his lips and tasting the incoming fight as well as the beer on his lips, but he didn't turned back to watch the soldier, who was still a few steps behind. "What are you searching for, here, stranger?" The tiger asked with evident hostility and provocation in his voice.

"Everything I want. And you? Are you longing for meet your end?" Killer answered with cold indifference at the tone of command of the warrior.

The other stayed incredulous and furious for the answer received. The females, at the table, laughed softly at this, and so, hurt in his pride, he returned to attack. He took the heavy handgun what he had at his belt and then he armed the gun quickly and noisily, to intimidate the white tiger.

Killer stayed motionless and silent, without looking or worrying in the slightest. His mind was so experienced that easily processed the noise and told him that he was holding a classic .45 in his hand... but he wasn't impressed. He emptied the glass with another deep mouthful, slowly and calmly, and then, in a freezing, bored voice, he observed simply: "Theatrical".

"Fucked, careless stranger!" Shouted the soldier in a snarl, removing more noisily still the safety catch from the handgun, more and more furious. "What the fucked hell are you searching for, here? Answer, fucked tuft!" Also the other soldier moved forwards, unsheathing his sword, understanding the situation and the incoming, inevitable brawl.

"You scream a little too much, and you are a little too vulgar, for my flavours..." Was the only answer of Killer, who waved idly to the barman for another beer as the wolf looked at him and the two hostile, armed soldiers with eyes bulging in terror.

Then, the two soldiers, furious, committed a fatal error, approaching the white tiger. The first soldier pointed his handgun at the nape of the neck of the white warrior, and the second placed the blade of his sword at neither one inch from the throat of Killer, who gave no reaction even at that, neither a shadow of fear in his cold blue eyes as he kept simply looking at the trembling wolf, who was looking in horror to the scene in front of him, pouring most of the beer out of the glass. Killer idly pushed with a finger the glass under the flow of amber, cold liquid, ignoring fully the two furious males around him.

"Mad piece of shit, this is a private kingdom. Here commands the head of our pack, Griagas. And we are two of his soldiers. You are not welcomed, here. For your health, it's much better if you carry your ass far away from here, right now." Spoke coldly and furiously the owner of the sword, growling in the white tiger's ear.

Killer closed his eyes for an instant, and simply sighed, shaking his head a bit...

"You are always so irritating, fucked dirty asshole?" The giant growled suddenly in answer, eyes snapping open with a cold, merciless look of ice.

Before the others could even have the time to understand and push the sword in his throat or pull the trigger, Killer had already slashed with his tail the owner of the handgun, sending him heavily on the ground with a ripped shoulder, sending the weapon somewhere in the crowed pub, and rapidly moved his head to bite directly the blade in front of him, almost breaking it in two pieces, and snatching easily the sword out of the owner's hands as he jerked backwards.

The two soldiers watched at the white tiger with incredulity and wild fear, disarmed in a few seconds and now undefended, with the justified fear to be too weak, despite the numeric advantage, to outcome victorious from the brawl.

Killer took the twisted sword out from his mouth and thrown it on the ground with a disgusted look, remarking that it was a "second-rate children's toy, not a weapon", pretending to don't know that his bite was strong enough to shear an iron bar.

"Stand up, sack of shit! Why you are suddenly so coward and weak, without your little toy of gun?" Said Killer teasingly, grinning as his eyes glinted with a cruel light after he idly drank his beer in front of his stunned rivals.

The soldier on the ground stayed huddled on the floor, holding a hand on the deep wound in his shoulder, still shocked by the faster-than-lightning attack and the massive damage, but the other tried to hit the white tiger with a fist, surprising him with a fast attack from the side, but receiving instead one strong blow from the fleeting rival, who sent him against the wall like if he was a rag doll, easily deviating his punch with the cut of his other hand.

Killer rose from the stool, and the two soldiers could so finally see fully with their eyes what a damned error they had committed, noticing at last that he was more than three feet taller, far more strong, and also with a combat experience which made them look like a band of spiteful kids.

The white tiger seized the necks of the two unlucky soldiers with enough strength to make the bones creak frightening, and lifted them with all the ease of lifting a puppet, until he was face to face with the two tigers hanging three feet over the ground from his vice-like hands. Then he beaten their heads one against the other a few times, and, for fullness, he struck their abdominals with his knees, hurting deep and bloody with his bone spikes, and hitting strong enough to make they spit blood from their mouth, close to faint. Incapable to react, immobilized, they screamed at the top of their voices when he broken their arms and slammed their shattered bodies against the wall, and fallen in semiconscious state when he mercilessly banged the door on their faces.

"I have a little wish to kill you... but you are so useless, fucked, cocksucking pieces of shit that I'm already disgusted of your blood on my hands. So, listen to me, now, bitches.

You now must run for your life, return to your pack and report at your fucked king that I'm here, and I'm going to do and take every thing I want, until I want, everywhere and every time in this kingdom like in the others. And if one of your pack has something to argue about, he can dare to come here, and I'll kill him. Better still... report at your stupid head that if I'll have the wish too, I'll come in his palace, I'll kill him and take his kingdom for me. I don't repeat my message. Do you understood, bitches?" He asked coldly, freezing them with the murderous look of his sapphire eyes.

The two soldiers, hurt and scarred stiff already, could only hurry up to nod meekly and try to repress their shivers as he made narrower his deadly grip. Killer then lifted them outside with a snort, and hurled the two smashed soldier on the road, growling coldly: "Scrape.". He looked at the two humiliated soldiers as they hurried up themselves to follow his order and scraped slowly and pitifully on the ground as he had ordered for a little time, and then he come back into the pub, smiling a bit with himself.

No one had dared to do anything, to not risking their life getting Killer angry... Only the two females, standing for him with wide smiles on their nice muzzles, weren't scared of the rapid but impressive fight. Killer grinned at the two, and walked towards their table, in the corner of the pub, sitting down between the girls on the soft couch with a slight smile.

"It was so amazing, stranger... Holy hell, you disarmed and defeated two rivals in a few moments!" Said amazed the first, a very nice girl, a normal orange black-striped tiger, slender and with all the right curves in the right places, with two delightful amber eyes and a mane of long fur almost long as far as her waist at her back.

She was wearing a simple pair of black jeans and a short, white and close-fitting t-shirt on her 12 feet tall silhouette. Despite the simplicity, the all-in effect was very good... and it had an even better effect because she was gently and maliciously caressing the muscular leg of Killer with her soft tail.

"What's your name, beautiful stranger?" She meowed seductively, leaning slowly towards him but still not daring to touch him.

"Killer. And yours?" Said gently the white tiger, answering at the caresses of the two females embracing them around their necks with his muscular, huge arms and gently playing with their hair.

"Huh... Killer. A name nice to dead." Said playfully the first female, visibly the dominant personality of the couple of girls. "My name is Athena. It's so nice to meet you, warrior..."

Killer grinned a bit at this, nodding slightly.

"My name is Joy. Is... sexy, to meet you, too." Said the other, bending her head like she was in front of a god. "You were so... impressive, in the fight... it seemed it was... easy, for you."

Killer laughed at this. "But it WAS easy! What the hell were you doing with two complete nonentities like those?" Said amused the giant male, watching with great attention the smaller female. She was a nice girl, but a little lowest and a bit less shapely than Athena. Nothing bad, however. She was wearing in the same manner of the other girl, but with a red t-shirt, and she was staring at him with a sort of surprise burning in her green eyes.

"Nothing... They were approaching us, and we were supporting them, because they are captains of the troop of the king. Holy hellfire! They are two of the strongest males of our pack!"

"It must be a pack of very weak males, then... but is not important, now."

Athena had abandoned herself on the male, put her head on the muscular belly of the giant, and was stroking gently the rock-hard abs, pushing her hands more and more close to the belt of the male, who was enjoying it very much. "THIS is important..." He said softly, caressing her head as he grinned down at her in pleased dominance.

Killer drank another glass of beer, caressing gently the head of the girl on his abdominals, and also Joy, stopped every hesitation, was soon exploring his muscular chest, leaning softly on his other side.

"Yeah, bitches... this sounds nice..." He said with a grin, squeezing their bodies closer on his own as he flexed his powerful body a bit. The two made a desiring sigh at that name, and groaned in surprise at the power of the muscles under their hands and warm bodies.

The poor lupine owner of the pub, had a certain knowledge of how turns the world, and so he walked uncertainly forwards the table of the tigers, trembling hard when he was in front of the giant white male.

"Sir... Can I... can i say a thing to you, sir?" He asked, visibly terrorized.

The females neither raised their heads, occupied to gently lick and stroke the impressive, rock-hard muscles of the male, daring nearer and nearer to the huge bulge in his black pants.

"Speak, doggy. Fast." Answered coldly the tiger, raising his glance only for a moment from the plump breasts that were scraping on his rock-hard muscular chest and that he was now groping gently.

The wolf swallowed thickly, so scared what he had neither heard the offensive "doggy", but, taking all of his courage in his heart, said: "On the first floor here there's a comfortable room, if you like the idea, sir... With the homage of the house."

Killer laughed at this. "Yeah, doggy... you are more intelligent of how you look. I like. And, doggy..." Killer pointed at the beer. "this cold water is too light, for me. Serve up in the room the heaviest and better whisky you have."

The wolf made a deep bow, then went rapidly to the alcohol cupboard and took his entire stock of his better alcohol as he had been ordered to, happy to be at distance from the huge male tiger.

"Go on, babes... we are going to have more fun, in a more comfortable way..." Said the male, standing up and helping the females to their feet, or, more correctly, almost lifting them up like cubs. The three then climbed calmly the steps for the top floor, followed at distance by the wolf, loaded of big bottles of whisky and goblets, and entered in the first door on the left.

The room was perfect, for the tigers: a wide and spacious bed with an anonymous bedside table, a long green couch in front of a table and no other, all immersed in a half-light, half-darkness with a sort of strange... romanticism. A big and comfortable bathroom was annex.

"Have I to open the windows, sir? Do you want more light...?" The wolf asked hesitatingly, his trembling making the bottles giggle one against the other.

"No, doggy... I like this soft darkness..." Killer answered with a slight smile as he gave a quiet look all around.

The lupine nodded with a slight bow, and retreated to arrange the bottles and three goblets on the table as fast as he could, and then rapidly leaved the room, closing the door and making a deep sigh of relief, going away undamaged from the dangerous male. In his pub, in similar situations and with different, always weaker males of the pack of the zone, he had been mercilessly beaten, and his fear was that this enormous hulk of bulging muscles could beat him to a pulp. But Killer, that even was much stronger and dangerous, was also a lot nobler, when he had the control of himself and his inner darkness... and he was trying to put the word end on the dark period of his life. For him, beat a powerless lupine without any reason was only the act of a coward... something unacceptable for his honour and spirit.

Athena and joy sat down on the couch, and then Athena poured the strong whisky in the goblets.

"How may kingdoms you had submitted at your wishes, great warrior?" Asked the girl as she filled the glasses, smiling a bit up at him.

"No one, yet. I have no need to become a sedentary king of a huge empire... I like travel. I take always everything I want, and so it's as if I'm king. But I've likely more freedom." Answered Killer, unhooking his belt and getting ride of it and his swords.

"I supposed this..." Said Athena, pouring at the giant a glass of whisky and looking to his action with a slight lick at her lips, half lidding her eyes seductively up at him. "But you should really think about this again. You are too strong to remain an unknown." She said calmly, in a decided and convincing tone.

Killer drank all of his whisky, sitting down on the couch between the two girls, and filled up again the goblets as he gazed at her with attention.

"What do you mean...?" Killer asked calmly, looking interested.

"I mean... you can submit every kingdom you want, and live as an emperor... in the luxury and... and all the others... and... and you can become a legend. Now, you are well-known only from the warriors that you have challenged and defeated, and little other people, while kings that you could beat with a hand tied behind your back and a broken leg are famous warriors. It's unjust..." Said with passion the female.

Killer laughed at this, amused of her observation. In the last seven years, his legend had lost a bit of enamel, evidently... as general, he had been considered invincible, and his victories had given him global reputation... but seven years wandering in the world, committing crimes and working as mercenary or into military organizations and special forces of other nations had faded a bit the shining legend of Killer Huxley... not that he had cared that much of it, anyhow. He had just did his task, saving his homeland from the threats that it had to face, from the enemy that wanted to destroy it.

"I'm serious. You know your power, and you know what you can do." Insisted Athena, staring at him with sweet firmness in her eyes. Those eyes leaved an impression on Killer... there was... affection and sincere care in those amber irises.

"Athena is right; you can become a god, not just a simple king..." Their tones were passionate, intent in a sincere flattery, but were also strangely begging...

"Sure, I can..." The male started hesitatingly... then he closed his eyes and sighed. "Does mean something that the name Huxley... Killer Huxley, to you...?

The two females gaped, looking dumbfounded up at the giant male, looking over him... and surely remembering the famous, rebel prince of the North, the warrior that had made of Kesteven the superpower of the Northlands. "You... you are Wyvern...?" Joy asked incredulously, while Athena just nudged her, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I am." Killer answered idly, looking slightly amused. "I already were a legend... but I never really wanted to be one. I was just... a soldier. I'm a soldier. I fight for what I think it's right, and that's all."

"Are you sure you never liked to be a legend...?" Athena asked simply, and this time was Killer to blink in surprise. It was also a good question. He was rather modest, especially considering the extraordinary gifts he had, that put him several steps above any rival... he had always hated arrogance in himself before than in the others, even if sometimes he still could fall into it... and he admittedly rapidly realized that he had liked being what he was... he had always been glad of what he was...

"Your legend is fading... but you can return what you were, and much more, in a matter of days. You have the power to do it!" Joy exclaimed with passion, looking at him and waiting for an answer... and in those eyes, Killer saw a beg, too.

The giant male embraced the two females, understanding a lot of things what the two were thinking, but not daring to say... The most important, he understood that they wanted him as their new king and owner. For two reasons: their alpha male was a pure asshole of a bastard, first, and Killer was infinitely better for gentles, chivalry... and admittedly, their eyes, bodies and movements told him that they had already understood he was even a much abler, more skilled, experienced and pleasant lover, as second. And that was a good thing, considering also that they hadn't saw his real power, still...

"You are right... I'll think about become king again, I promise." Answered seriously Killer, caressing their soft hair. "But, now... downstairs they must be surprised and perplexed, not hearing you scream and the house shake after all this time, bitches... Where we were remained, early?" Said playfully the giant male, moving his own hands to stroke their breasts expertly.

The two females stared at him with hunger and lust in their eyes, and their hands run immediately at stroking his sculptured muscles, moaning softly of desire. "Here." Athena answered with passion, reaching up to kiss warmly and teasingly his cheek.

Each of the two girls sat on a leg of the male, the two females leaning softly on his muscular, powerful form and caressing gently his impressive physic, moaning and sighing of lust, stopping only to undress themselves as fast as they could. Soon, they were wearing only a bikini, black for Athena and red for Joy moulded tight on the good curves of their bodies; a beautiful sight, confirmation of the absolute excellence of the two girls.

"Yeah, you are two very nice bitches, there's no doubt." Said the male with a grin. "But now, I want you naked."

Killer was taking his role of super-dominant male with no hurry. His lonely presence was more than enough to dominate and enslave completely the females, and he always had the absolute domain without any need to impose it.

The two females immediately reached behind their back to unhook their bras, looking teasingly up at him as they licked their muzzles teasingly, but Killer surprised them, grinning wide as he took with one hand Athena and pull her easily again over his powerful, chiselled body, closing her muzzle with his own in a hard, hot kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue, easily dominating her, enjoying the soft contact of her huge, naked breast on his muscular chest, and easily tearing up her bikini bottom with his other hand.

Blocking her with no difficult in the kiss, Killer was staring at her eyes over their jointed, working muzzles, growling of lust and hunger, caressing with his expert hand her already wet vagina, making her moan of lust in his mouth as her breath become rapidly irregular and hot on his muzzle.

Athena, dominated by the male in all of her body, enslaved to the thrill of pleasure he was electing from his skilled work on her sex, her tongue defeated over and over again with no possibility of response by the bigger tongue of the master in her own mouth, was staring with opened wide eyes at the proud and glacial look of the incredibly blue eyes of the male. His gaze was now gentle and friendly, but at the same time intimidating: those eyes were saying everything. Every answer was in those eyes, and the message for the female was clear: you are my slave, and you are going to be possessed by me in all your body. The confirmation arrived immediately, when the male inserted two of his long fingers in her vagina, and then moved them with great ability, strengthened by so many past experiences... she surrendered to him, closing her eyes and releasing a great sigh of lust in his mouth, while his ever victorious tongue slipped in her throat.

The male inserted a third finger in the ever more wet vagina of Athena, beginning to move them fast up and down as his thick thumb toyed and squeezed her clitoris teasingly, her juices starting to drip out from her as he closed even more the kiss, growling in erotic bliss as he pulled her closer on his powerful, flexing, larger masculine body.

Leaved free the head of Athena, who was more than happy to be closed in a similar, passionate kiss and hadn't any need of be pushed into it, Killer reached up with his hand to stroke Joy's smaller but even firmer, plump breasts, sometimes sliding teasingly down her flat, girly belly to touch her wet, dripping desire, while she watched with lust and hunger what was coming also for her, and often, starving, gazing at the incredibly bulging jeans of the male, wondering on how much flesh had to be down there to strain so much the black fabric.

Athena, that was growing more and more excited, hotter and hotter with each of the squelches of the huge male's fingers into her dripping sexlips, was moving frenetically her hands on the muscular body of the giant male, groping and tasting his enormous, bulging muscles, when she finally dared to place a hand on the immense bulge in his pants.

The surprise was so big what she suddenly broke the kiss, staring at him dumbfounded and with opened wide eyes. The male grinned widely at this, watching her with visibly false surprise. "Have you found something interesting, bitch...?" He asked playfully, teasingly pushing his crotch against her now trembling fingers with a slow movement of his crotch.

The female, upset, stammered only something similar to "Oh... my god..." and took the zip of the pants of the male with a trembling hand, trying to free the huge cock that she had touched. But the male seized her hand, taking her away. "Yes, bitches... I'm your god...and only I make the rules of the game..." Then he re-closed the kiss, only to broke it a few moments later. "But I want to be generous to you... so, I allow you of free the beast now. Hurry up, bitch... meanwhile, I'll take care of Joy..."

It was only a need of his super-dominating spirit, in fact. If he wouldn't have freed his increasing cock fast, it simply would have torn his pants in his growth... But he couldn't give up at his domination neither for a moment, even if it was uncomfortable to grow a glorious erection of his own into his pants.

While Killer rewarded Joy for her waiting with a starving, hard and passionate kiss on the model of what he had just given her, Athena kneeled down on the floor in front of the giant male and then, hungrily rubbing one hand on the full-at-point-of-breaking pants, moaning of desire, she opened the zip. Killer then rose up a little from the couch, lifting up easily also Joy, neither broking the kiss, to allow Athena to undress him of his jeans.

The female took down slowly and with devotion the jeans and the boxer of her new god, staring breathless at the impressive sight of inches after inches after inches of an incredibly huge, black, veiny, thick cock become visible. She took down the jeans to the feet of the male, who then stepped out of them and kicked them away, far in the room. Killer was still kissing Joy, dominating her and moving now four fingers in her soaked, straining vagina, when Athena finally re-started to breath, with a deep, long sigh of wonder.

In front of her eyes, the cock of the male hung at his amazing glory, still entirely flaccid, but already enormous and visibly full of sheer power. Despite his complete flaccidity, it was already far bigger than the fully erected penises of the other males, and even over the size of the fully erected cock of Griagas, the alpha and the better equipped male of her pack. His impressive set of balls was so huge that it made the other males look like shy child, hanging in his outrageously immensity between his powerfully muscled legs. Athena placed a trembling hand on the huge, black, veined shaft, finding it hot and surprisingly hard, also seen that he was still flaccid. Her hand was barely able to wrap around a scarce half of the gigantic circumference of the male, and she lost another time her breath, staring as the monstrous malehood gained other inches as it started to grown towards his hard, complete glory, with no hurry but with disarming continuity. She tasted the hardening cock, caressing submitted the immense, venous growing shaft with a hand, and caressing his enormous balls with the other, measuring his huge power as her biceps bulged for the effort to lift one of his massive testicles... she found his power so big and sexy that she licked hungrily her lips in lust, placing his trembling hands on that immense pole of rock-hard flesh, trying to stroke that incredible, frightening and wonderful at the same time hugeness, still asking to herself if she was dreaming... if that immensity could really exist... incredulous, she had to admit that it was real.

Her hands seemed hands of a child on the immense, huge pole of his obsidian flesh as it grew hotter and hotter, longer, thicker, harder and bigger and bigger, her hands being spaced out further as he grew and grew, pulsating like an alive, raging divinity asking for worshipping as finger-thick veins pumped blood into the enormous shaft, while she was stroking it back and forth with all her strength, finding hard and difficult masturbate that domineering hugeness. The sight of her hands, incapable to wrap the entire circumference of the thick shaft, lost on the surely more-than-four-feet and still growing cock, the feeling of the seeming infinite erection, thickening and growing of even more inches of black shaft and the show of his rising, powerful erection that was transforming the flaccid flesh in an harder-than-steel pole with pulsating veins, each bigger than her fingers, was too much, for her.

Added with the preceding wonderful masturbation at five fingers given her by the skilled male, that divine sight and her scared lust and the terrorized but inerasable desire to take in her body that frightening hugeness was more than enough to drag her at her first orgasm. Screaming in lust, Athena rubbed her beautiful body on the by now fully erected huge cock of the giant male, soaking with her desire the black column as it soaked her back in answer with dense, thick pre, and then her vagina clenched hard itself a few times, making her scream and moan in absolute pleasure, spurting the sweet juices of her climax on the incredibly enormous cock, on the legs of the male, and also on the back of Joy, who was lost in lust herself, at eyes closed, on the interminable kiss with the male, and with no sight on the huge pole behind her, who had reached, in his full erection, the way of the chin of the male.

Killer watched with amusement and deep pleasure at the long climax of Athena, growling of satisfaction at every burst of her hot juices who landed on his body, without stopping his kiss with Joy neither for a moment. Athena could heard the giant male laugh in the mouth of Joy, pleased of the orgasm caused to her with almost the lonely sight of his own amazing cock, when her own orgasm finally stopped, leaving her breathless. She fell immediately down on her nice rear, panting hard, and the male gently ended the kiss with Joy, and then held out a hand to help her. "Nice show, bitch... I like it. You are going to show me it a good few more times, today" He said playfully, helping her to rise and sit down on the couch, at his side. Then, gently and easily moved Joy from his left leg to the couch, and ignoring her amazement at the sight of his oversized cock, he filled with whisky the goblets, and, poured the drinks at the females, drank his in one only pleased mouthful. The females, staring amazed and also scared at the fully erected cock of the male between them, drank their whisky in a series of little mouthfuls, recovering the forces, trembling as their eyes took in the full glory of his titanium-hard malehood. The style of the male was surely gentle and chivalrous, despite his total domination on his slaves... but also strong and determined, in every single movement. For Athena and Joy, it was clear that he had an enormous experience, and he was surely much more resistant than them. Athena, staring at the pulsating cock, in patient waiting for her turn, understood that she had actually imagined that characteristic since the first time she had saw Killer, in fact... his glance... his self confidence... his unmatched manliness... his virile voice, low and booming, powerful and that seemed to born directly from his enormous balls... the power he radiated... everything in him talked not just of power, dominance, deadliness... but of sex, as well.

"You are... damn, you are so... so huge!" Athena exclaimed, staring at the grinning, much bigger male. Joy was simply fallen silent for the amazement and the surprise.

"I know, bitch... but I take this as a compliment. I know you like it." He answered playfully, stroking slowly a finger down his own endless shaft teasingly.

"I've never seen a thing so big... and I obviously like it. Some guys are huge... but you are dangerous, goddamn...!" She continued, looking seductively up at him as she grasped his enormous member and jerked him slowly off affectively, teasing him as she leaned towards him.

"For your luck, you aren't virgin." Said playfully the male, smiling amusedly.

"I'm serious, Killer... You know better than me that being penetrated by you will be like lose our virginity once more... the last, because no one after you could ever do a similar thing. Damn, you can kill someone, with that!" Answered Athena as she reached up to lap at his engorged, rounded cockhead, scraping slowly and seductively her huge breasts against his steely shaft.

"Sure. I can, if I want, and I already have... often, too... But you are lucky bitches. I don't want to hurt you..." The male said, pausing and releasing a murr as Athena kissed on the flare of his spear tip. "...too much." He added then with a dominant grin.

The females swallowed thickly at this. They knew that he was perfectly able to do what he had just said. But they couldn't repress their desire and their hunger: he, and his huge cock, were too sexy to be able to think to a withdrawal at that point...

Killer gently stroked his cock along his entire vast length, neither him able to wrap more than three-quarters of his own incredible circumference, and his cock began to release big drops of precum, who started to strain in thick streams along the shaft, joining the hot, shinning juices of the Athena's orgasm... With this, the powerful and virile smell of the male filled the air in the room, and Athena, incapable to resist to the fatal, manly attraction, placed her hands on the shaft, under the hand of the male, and then she began to masturbate Killer, licking at the same time the big base of the cock, and filling up her nose with his strong, virile smell.

His hugeness was frightening, but Athena, licking the shaft, rubbing her own face on it and filling her own senses with his power, was defeating her own fear, replacing it with pure lust.

"It's so very gigantic... so burning... so incredibly hard... huumm...you are so strong...I love it." She said teasingly, almost purring as her pleasure grew and grew as she let herself go with the flood of the sexual urges and the attraction for the huge, dangerous male.

"How much... huge, are you, master...?" Asked Joy, adding herself to the pile, staring at his eyes as her hands joined the others on his spacious, veiny and imposing shaft.

"Strange question, bitch... you can see it. I don't know precisely... but I grant you to measure, if you care about...It'll be funny, for me. Only hurry up. I want you bitches for a little pastime, now..." He answered, caressing her head, enjoying her curiosity and her humility as she meekly bowed her head and called him master without be ordered to.

Joy, more than curious, went to the bedside table, and, with an unexpected blow of luck, she found a metre in the middle of the chaos of knick-knack in the drawer. Then she returned in front of the two, and with uncertain voice she asked another time the permission of the master.

"Master, can... can I..." She babbled submitted, showing the metre in her hands to the enormous, bulky and muscular male.

"Sure, bitch. I will watch you." He answered gently, amused and enticed.

Even Athena, busy in his loved work on the huge black shaft, moved her head to not be obstacle in the operation, and watched with curiosity at Joy, who crawled meekly between his spread wide legs, reaching her side and who reached up to slowly extend the metre along his endless, thick shaft, measuring with submission the length... and then the width...

The male, always slowly stroking himself with the enthusiastic collaboration of the hands and the tongue of Athena, was staring with a large grin at the strange operation that Joy was doing with funny devotion and attention, and also with even more pleasured amazement. When she finished, Joy placed her head at the base of the shaft, between the two bigger-than-football-balls testicles of the male, liking and lapping there in adoration, slowly and sweetly, her tongue dancing teasingly on almost a foot of his enormous length, from the thick base and his furry crotch towards the far, engorged cock-head and caressing slowly his balls.

"Nice, bitch... but we all want to know the results of your operation, first." He intervened with his gentle but unmatched domination, placing a hand on her head and turning her towards him.

Joy rose her pettish glance to his dominant, sapphire eyes and said with amazement: "You are 5 feet and 6 inches long, and 1 foot and 9 inches wide...I've no words, god..."

The male laughed at this. "You have no need of words, bitch... Come on, babes, put your nice tits on this big boy, now..."

The two females climbed on the couch at his sides, an then, kneeled down, they closed the shaft between their breasts, beginning to move their body up and down at the same time, moaning, while the male restarted to taking care of their wet vaginas, with particular attention on Joy, near at her first climax.

For a moment, Killer placed his hands on the back of their skulls, pressing them closer on the massive cock buried in the sweet embrace of their four big, soft tits, barely able to contain his hugeness, enjoying the short movements of their agile tongues on his cock-head and the caress of their body along his pole, growling quietly of pleasure as they started to thrust up and down along his shaft, pushing with their legs. The male began to thrust slowly his massive cock buried in their breasts, taking again easily the control, forcing the smaller females to keep his rhythm, accompanying them with the pushes of his hands on their heads.

The females stared at him, at his starving, dominating glance and at his muscles, which bulged powerfully in his movements, with even more lust, sometimes closing their eyes and releasing a stronger moan of pleasure in answer at the movements of his fingers, returned another times in their vaginas, to put their skill and experience at service of their rising orgasms and pleasure.

Athena and Joy had never done a thing like this. They had never seen a cock like that, who needed two females to being wrapped... they had never tried a pleasure like that, the lust given by his long fingers and his massive cock, by his skills. He knew how to move and how to look to be chivalrous and gentle and at the same time dominate them entirely... and he knew how and where to touch them to awaken into their bodies the biggest of pleasures.

Wrapping her breast as best as she could on that impressive rod, Joy stared at the sapphire, pleased eyes of the male, fixed on the show of the two females who were trying hard on his huge cock, trying to envelope it, to please and worship it as it deserved, trying to follow his strong movements, incapable to think to something apart the incredible pleasure that the male was giving her, working skilfully four of his fingers in her vagina, moving them fast in and out, caressing sweetly her wet depth, dragging her towards the orgasm she felt so close as his thumb continued to squeeze and roll and tease her hard clitoris... Even more excited, she moved her body closer against the hand of the male in her, working fast her hips against that incredible pleasure, her eyes filled by the show of his gigantic, hot and pulsating, harder-than-steel pole that reached easily the height of her mouth.

She couldn't help but worship and adore such a display of malehood and virility, kissing the huge cock-head and licking his generous amount of pre, inhaling his strong, manly and attractive smell, moving her whole body on her legs along the interminable length of his shaft, enjoying the almost painful rubbing of the thick, rock-hard swollen veins of it on her body and the complete domination of the giant male over her... and with a loud groan and a shiver, she finally come.

Her orgasm was a climax without precedents, for her. She lost the control, completely lost in her own lust and in the thick haze of erotic bliss, moaning loud, trembling and screaming loudly, fallen on the huge cock who the male continued to pound up and down between the bodies of the two females mercilessly, roaring for his own pleasure, slapping the cheek of the almost fainted Joy with his own hugeness.

Joy, with her own head slammed like a rag ball by the black shaft, screamed of pain and lust together, enjoying as well that slight sufferance given by this surprising rude treatment, her mind lost in the lust of the orgasm and yet her half-lidded eyes stared up at the impressive bulging of the muscles of the male, and at his delighted eyes, at his panting of pleasure...

Killer, enjoying the hammering on her head, delighted by her exhausted, pleasured, completely submissive glance, started to move faster his own fingers in the depths of Athena, and slowed instead his movements in the vagina of Joy, enjoying the strong contractions of her orgasm on his fingers and the big spurts of juices on his crotch and erected cock, growling of lust.

He looked forwards to the pleasure to force his massive cock in that so tight tunnel, and his own cock released another huge drop of precum, which strained immediately down his shaft and on the muzzle of Athena, who was licking his tree-trunk...

Finally, the orgasm of Joy slowed down, coming slowly to an end, and she recovered her forces, kissing grateful the cock-head, one, two, three times... and another, licking his indescribably strong pre, extending her tongue on the enormous cockhead, in vain trying to wrap that hugeness and ending every long, passionate lick with a kiss. One of her hand was massaging her own mistreated cheek, soaked with huge amount of pre, spreading the powerful juice of the male all over her own muzzle, the other one stroking determined the base of his goliath cock.

Athena, on the other side, was masturbating the male with her own huge tits, licking and kissing as much cock was possible, in a vain attempt to cover at least a full side of the huge shaft with her own saliva... but it was really too big even for that.

"Nice, bitches... you have a very great ability. But now is time to swallow this huge boy down in your throats... Athena, you'd like to be the first?" He asked in a soft but authoritarian voice. It was clear that was an order, a command from master to slave, and not a suggestion. But she would have been really pleased to accomplish in any case.

Athena rose up, and then moved herself to crawl to the front of the seated male. It was eve more impressive, seen from there. She was standing on her own feet, in all her 12 feet, and the huge cock of the seated male arrived easily at her mouth. It was perfect, vertically erected in all his 5 feet and 6 inches of glory, imposing and powerful, with its head at the same level of the chin of the male. She watched the face of the male, scared. He was staring at her with a sneer of amusement and challenging superiority.

"Come on, bitch... It frightens you?" He asked teasingly, grinning widely as he stroked it idly in front of her.

"No...no! I... I love this sight... that's all. I'm not scared." She answered immediately, trying to look sure of herself...

"Ahh... try to swallow it, then...hurry up, bitch." He observed amusedly.

The male knew perfectly how much Athena liked it... but he also knew that she had lied. She was scared, very scared.

Athena knew that he could easily kill anyone he wanted, with his hugeness as with his strength. For he was a little game suffocate a girl with his huge cock, and so she was fighting between her lust and desire and her wild fear... But staring at his eyes, she lost her interior war. His challenging, starving glance was intimidating, but not ferocious. There weren't threats in his glance, but a growing impatience and desire. The master had given an order, and he wanted his slave to fulfil it... in the silence, broken only by the wet sounds of the work of Joy on the black shaft, she realized that it was impossible for her fight against her own desire.

Athena swallowed thickly, preparing her mouth to the incoming test, and placed her lips on the cock-head, making a deep sigh of lust, fear and desire, all together. It seemed ever bigger, to her, and she was convicted that swallow that cock was impossible...but she placed docilely her hands on the shaft, and then she opened her mouth as much as possible. Straining her jaws almost painfully, she exploited the spaciousness of the opening of hers bite of predator, to wrap the huge tip of the shaft in the tight, warm and wet embrace of her lips.

She tried to lower his cock to make easier her deep-throat service, but the cock was so incredibly hard and stiff that she failed pitifully, with her great surprise.

Athena pushed her own head forwards, her jaws opened wide as she had never think to be able to, filling up her mouth from side to side with the lonely head of his cock, already laboriously breathing by the lonely nose, feeling herself filled up entirely by his huge cock, her mind fixed only on a few things: his hugeness forced in her mouth, the strong, salty taste of his pre and of the obsidian, hard and hot flesh of his amazing member and his manly smell who was fulfilling her, crushing her senses.

Joy stopped the major part of her work, licking only, now, staring interestedly up to Athena, impaled with her muzzle on the huge black cock, eyes closed and nose opened wide to breath and to inhale the virile smell of the male. After a few moments, she removed her head, panting harshly, staring at the enormous cock-head, covered by her saliva.

"Good... not many other females had took my cock-head without my help...prepare yourself, I want to go deep in you." The male said, rising up from the couch in all his imposing height. Athena immediately kneeled down in front of him, bowing her head, and also Joy followed, opening wide her own mouth, but Killer pointed to Athena, first. "Wait for your turn, little slut..." Said the male to Joy, not rudely but with clear domination. "And lick my cock. There's too much of this big boy for a lonely bitch." He added as he stroked his enormous tower of black flesh idly.

Then he grabbed his cock, and with his enormous strength he pointed his huge shaft towards the ground, offering his hugeness to Athena as he rubbed his immense penis all over her face, spreading pre all over it. "Now, you can seriously swallow it, little slut... let's see how much of me you can take." Also this was an order, but the two females were more than happy to being dominated by him, as if he was their king, or probably much more still.

Athena huddled up between the legs of the male, grasping his knees and turning her face towards the ceiling, filling her eyes with the sight of the huge, full balls of the male that hung outrageously over her head, and the huge cock pointed as a spear at her muzzle as he held it aimed downwards with a strong hand. She opened another time her jaws, swallowing the huge cock head, and then the male placed a hand on the back of her skull, helping her to move her head forwards along the venous shaft, who was being licked by Joy, adding other pleasure, veneration and also lube.

Killer pushed slowly himself down and at the same time he helped Athena, who was trying to moving forwards her head. The huge cock stretched her jaws painfully a little more open, making her scream, but, in fact, without much sounds, because she had her mouth simply too full of hot, hard meat. Slowly, stretching visibly her neck, which bulged ridicolously with the advancing of the cock, Killer buried in her throat some inches of his length, growling deeply of pleasure and amusement at the incredible tightness on his huge cock.

In a relatively little time, he had buried in her hot warm throat at least two foot of his massive cock, blocking her on his shaft, impaled deeply, crushing her senses with his smell and the potent taste of his pre, who was abundantly flowing down directly in her depths... She was near to faint, and when Killer started to push deeper in, forcing other inches of his cock down, pointing to bury one half of him inside her body, the female started to panic, his breaths becoming shorter and weaker as her airways were now completely cut off. Her mind was crossed another time by the images of who knows many past girls who had been suffocate by that same huge cock, her eyes opened wide on the immensity of the almost three feet of his malehood still free... She suddenly felt herself so little... so small and weak in front of that hugeness... her vision become black, and in her mind started a movie. The movie of her own death, with the giant male who was forcing strongly and viciously his shaft in her... her imagination shown her the image of her own head broken in two, with the inferior jaw destroyed, the huge cock finally buried completely in her in a lake of blood, with his huge balls smashing her face while he was fucking furiously her shattered body until her head fell, cut off, and he grinned and roared in pleasure, fucking her still stronger and more furiously, using her chopped neck to invade her headless body with his immensity and pump himself violently towards his own, oceanic orgasm... and she felt inexplicably huge pleasure, enjoying also that raw, terrible image, finding it extremely exciting, despite the violence, the death... it was such a show of power... and the male that was dominating her, fucking her muzzle, could easily do that all. Pummel her savagely. Tear her to pieces, use her entire body as a furry condom... and she trembled in terror and horror, but her body grown hotter with pleasure, her vagina dripping pleasure and lust, her mind giving her new and new versions of the violent movie of sex and death.

The real Killer, however, felt her life weaken, stopped immediately his pushes and helped the female to release free his shaft. Oh, yes... in the last seven years, he had done even worse than what Athena had imagined. He had killed so many females with sex... torn them literally in half, sometimes... shattered their bones easily with his furious pummelling... drowned females in his cum, too... but now, everything had to change. These two females were the start of his redemption... and he repealed in the depths of his own spirit the voice of his inner darkness that told him to simply shatter them with his cock, enslave and rape all the females of the town, kill and slaughter all the population and crumble the entire village with his terrible strength. No. Not again... They trusted him... they wanted him... and he wanted to share with them the pleasure of sex, not to use their lives to please himself.

He moved himself back fast, but without violence, and finally the cock emerged free from her shattered muzzle, soaked for almost one half of her saliva and internal juices mixed with his precum, dragging out from her muzzle a thick spider's web of large streamers of that mix of substances. Athena, trembling of fear, lust, and pleasure at the same time, recovered the breath, panting harshly, exhausted, and then closed her own muzzle, cutting of a lot of those streamers still attached at her throat, liking out them from her own lips.

"Goddamn... This was amazing...it seemed infinite." Said the female, getting over the extraordinaire experience.

"Yeah, bitch... You had carried me so close at my orgasm... another foot down and I would have exploded..." Said the male, truly pleasured, with his cock even harder and near at his own climax, stroking himself powerfully, hurling drops and streams of pre and saliva all around.

"You now, little slut... I'm sure. After that, I will give to you the first gift of today. Do you think to be able to do best than Athena?" He said playfully, turning towards Joy.

She had watched dumbfounded the entire show, staring with wonder at the excellent service of Athena and licking the base of the same huge cock, looking forwards hungrily for her own moment... But now, the enterprise seemed impossible, as she stared at his enormous penis. She shook her head with humility and took the same position of Athena, who was taking her turn in the licking, now, watching her with curiosity.

Joy placed her hands on the massive member of the male, caressing the entire length, timorous.

"Try, bitch. It's your great chance..." He said gently, smiling in both domination and encouragement.

The female nodded slowly and opened her mouth as much as she could, but it wasn't enough, and the first thrust of the male was painful, stretching her jaws widely. She felt immediately herself filled, but the male guided her in the deep throat, without rudeness. She had the desire to take all of that big rod of burning-hot meat and please him and herself to the maximum levels, but it was impossible for her, and so she was dreaming of at least overtake Athena, burying in her more inches of that huge cock than her friend... Joy did the best of what she could offer, with all her notable enthusiasm, but her breath was near to the nothingness at the two feet mark, and so the male withdrawn himself, satisfied in any case and now really close to his orgasm as he smiled to the females and ruffled playfully the hair of Joy.

Then the male sat down on the couch, stroking himself powerfully, giving Joy the time to restore her breath and forces, while Athena caressed his huge cock with humility and love, kneeled down on the floor in front of her god... Also Joy joined soon her hands and her tongue at the adoration of the giant black totem of meat, and it was clear, under her soft touch, that the cock was hardening and heating, pulsing with more and more strength as his orgasm rose.

"It's coming, bitches... the first gift." He murred as he tilted his head backwards a bit, grinning widely.

With a roar of pleasure and lust, the male stroked his cock faster and stronger, enjoying his hardening that was making his shaft, already hard as steel, something difficultly comparable with anything else. It was an indescribable sensation of power and pleasure, an infinite growth of his sexual strength, with his cock harder and harder, stronger, hotter, filled by the rise of a huge wave of semen... it become painfully hard, burning like fire.

The two females, silent, were staring at his power, motionless; adoring it, waiting dumbfounded and with their tongues extended forwards for his incoming gift...

Roaring of lust, the male finally come, and his pulsating, harder-than-titanium shaft pumped out burst after burst after burst of his first, huge load of thick seed, shooting enormous streams of semen on the two waiting females, and over the wall in front of him, distant at least 14 feet.

His violent orgasm lasted at least two minutes, with an impressive tempest of bursts of seeming gallons of white, thick, boiling hot seed, and then the male squeezed strongly himself, blocking his shots and forced his cock in the Athena's waiting mouth, alright almost choke full of his semen.

He released for a moment his cock, which spurted a huge stream of seed that filled up her mouth and went forwards in her so strongly to hit directly her stomach, making her moan and cough, full of cum.

"You too, obviously, little Joy..." He said teasingly as he turned towards the smaller female, who opened wide her mouth in welcome, seed already crammed into her.

He shoot another enormous load into the smaller female, and then he let his orgasm slowly come to an end, with a few weak but heavy spurts of cum who fallen back on his shaft, growling at closed eyes in pure lust, listening the females swallow his dense seed in a lot of different, big, noisy gulps...

Killer reopened his eyes with a wide grin when he felt two pairs of covered-with-his-seed hands massage his enormous testicles, his bigger-than-football balls, trying to squeeze them gently, maybe feeling if he was "empty".

"Funny, bitches... as you can feel, I'm still charged too much to think that you can tire up me... but if you have thought, even only for a moment that it was possible, forget it. Maybe I was being a little to gentle, with you..." He observed playfully.

He placed gently his hand on the heads of the two, enjoying the huge amount of his seed on their hairs, and caressing them for a few moments as they continued to caress his enormous and still fully ready shaft, moaning softly. Then, changing his gentleness in complete domination, he pulled strongly their faces on his balls.

"Lick, bitches..." He ordered with strengthened domination.

The two females travelled with their tongues on his huge balls, feeling that they were still swollen and hard as nothing had happened, and stroking with their hands the still hard and powerful cock towering over their head they knew he was gonna serve both of them easily. Also their alpha male had always resisted to numerous relationships each after the other, but this was different... was much more. Another lesson learned over their new god: he was perfectly able to bend a lot of females without a twitch.

"I hope you learned the lesson, bitches..." He observed with voice full of power.

"Learned, master." Said submissively Athena between two kisses on his cock.

"I can't believe that you, with a sceptre like this, had never wanted to be the king, master." Joy added eagerly in a pause from her own hungry lapping.

"I prefer god, bitches... keep it in your minds." Killer answered with a grin of complete domain.

"Sure, god." They answered immediately, without a problem.

Killer appreciated the complete humility and the submission of the two females.

"Show your bodies to me, now, little sluts." Killer said, desiring to see the bodies of the two covered with his own seed.

Athena and Joy stood up slowly, moving their body with sexy elegance, bent with their upper bodies on his crotch, one at each side of his enormous cock, giving to Killer the more sensual glance they were capable of.

The male appreciated totally this initiative of the two females, even if, with their body widely covered with his seed, they had a look almost ridiculous, with their glances super sexy as femmes fatale... But it was exactly what he wanted.

Athena and Joy, knowing instinctively this, were slowly dancing as lap-dancers, replacing the dancing-pole with his huge shaft, showing to the male his work accomplished so well accomplished: Athena had her face almost completely covered with a thick mask of cum, in particular around her mouth, on her muzzle and all over her entire fringe. Her hairs were widely kneaded with huge spurts of cum, and a huge amount of his semen was on her breasts, with a lot of other spurts all over her belly and legs. Joy was in a similar condition, and another impressive amount was over the wall and puddling all over the floor... He was always proud of this kind of performance, and he had always loved see his females covered so abundantly with his own seed...

Killer then stoked his entire length, spreading his own seed, the saliva and the juices of the two females all over his powerful, throbbing shaft, lubricating it with attention, in preparation of the second phase. Then he held out his hands soaked with that mix, one for each female. "Lick me clean, sluts... then we can go on for the serious things."

The two females carried out immediately his order, licking widely for a few moments his hands, and continued to stroke his cock, until he was satisfied. Then he stood up, and, passed his arms around their necks, he gently guided the two at the big bed of the room. Here, the two females laid down, staring at him, stand in his extraordinary height at the extremity of the bed with a wide grin on his features.

Athena watched in his eyes, reading his desire... and she tried to communicate a message with her submitted glance. "Please, take Joy, first... I want to enjoy at most the show...".

The male rested impassive, but maybe he had received the message however, because he chose the little Joy, first.

"Sorry Athena... you had to wait, for now..." He said playfully. "But you can watch the show closely...".

Killer was preparing a formidable canter... Joy, trembling of lust and fear, staring non-stop at the terrible size of his cock, was lying down, with her head slightly raised over two soft cushions in order to see the entire show, apart from feeling it. Killer took her legs and he opened them wide, putting them on his shoulders, while Athena was crouching at her side, with her own head placed on her belly, which was going up and down fast with the scared breath of Joy. Athena placed her own hands on the two sides of the soaking wet vagina of Joy, and she hold it opened wide for the male.

"Ready, Joy?" Asked the male, pointing slowly his hugeness at her opened gate...

"I could never be ready for this, Killer... just take me!"

He leaned his cockhead on her lips, and started to rub slowly against her, without pushing, yet. Athena licked slowly the lips of Joy's sex, with maternal attention, helping her to relax and adding other lube as she tasted her sweet desires. They both had lost their virginity long time before, with the violent pushes of the huge cock of Griagas, their alpha male... But that hugeness they were accustomed to, was at least ridiculous compared with the sizes of Killer. It would have been truly like lose her virginity another time. Or probably much more...

"Take me... fast. I want it... I'm longing for you in me... I will be ready when you will be in me."

Killer pushed forwards firmly, but with a gentles incredible for his hugeness...Athena watched dumbfounded the enormous, steel-hard cock head stretching widely the Joy's lips, entering slowly and painfully in her. With more firmness, Killer took her hips in his hands and shoved his cock head completely in, and Joy arched immediately her back, almost jumping up from the bed, closing almost painfully her eyes and gritting her teeth.

"My god... It's so very huge..." She screamed at the top of her own voice, tears of pain and lust streaking down hers cheeks. The male was thrusting his cock, slowly, gently and, for the moment, only his circumference was ripping her vagina, but for her it was like someone raping her viciously with a street-lamp. He was so huge that she felt her own vagina ripping itself in two to let him enter. It was an infernal agony of pain, but also of pleasure, rising behind it... while she felt like if he had cracked her pelvis in two, in her mind dominated a painful, insane pleasure for his power, and for the awareness that that pain was only one sample...

The male shoved in her inches after inches of his massive shaft, tearing gapingly wide her vagina, making her spray bursts of blood from around his huge cock, screaming.

"God... so big..." She screamed, in pure agony, feeling herself destroyed, and struck in her mind at the same time with the memory of Griagas, who was seemed so big to her when he had took her virginity... But now, her vagina was being shattered by a cock almost three times bigger and harder, and that memory was suddenly ridiculous. Athena was right. She felt herself like an inexperienced, little virgin, feeling her own precious, untouched, tight gate being broken down by the biggest steel-pole imaginable...

Killer managed to shove in her at least one foot of his cock, and then, with two lonely strong pushes, he buried fast more than other two feet, conscious that insert it slowly, inch by inch, would only have been worse. She was screaming in pure agony, now shattered from his incredible length, apart from his thickness. The male shoved forwards a few other inches, and then he stopped himself, panting of pleasure, leaving her the time to adjust herself a bit. He knew it was too painful and too dangerous for her insist, and he began to caress her body gently to calm her, distract her mind from the pain and make her body relax and feel the pleasure and not the pain. She, even in the agony, answered giving him signs of her deep, pained but rising pleasure.

Joy screamed for a long time, crying hard, and trembling with her entire body. The blood continued to strain on the black shaft buried in her, and Athena, incredulous, licked her shattered and bleeding vagina, while the blood of her friend squirted on her face, lapping on her torn and battered sex, trying to alleviate her pain. Athena felt her own vagina drip widely her own pleasure... that sight was wonderful...

Slowly, after many minutes of agony and pleasure mixed, the latter begun to take definitely the upper hand, and Joy reopened slowly her eyes, her screams beginning to weaken, her shattered vagina beginning to adjust itself a bit on his hugeness. In fact, it was impossible adapt to his hugeness, but at least the pain decreased to more acceptable levels. She noticed another time his incredible ability and kindness, but her mind turned off in panic for a moment, at the thought of what he could do her if he just wanted...

"Yes, Joy... it hurts. But it's all right. I know, I'm a little big..." Said gently and ironic the male, leaning down on her to kiss her trembling lips and lick away her tears.

She laughed weakly, but sincerely. "I... I feel it...big male. It's... it's incredible..." Joy stammered, releasing a strong cry of pleasure and pain, arching her back again.

She watched at her bleeding vagina, moving weakly her head with a new light in her eyes. With an incredible lust glinting into them, despite the frightening sight of big spurts of her own blood from her own tattered vagina, opened wide by a huge, black, fierce monster.

"Damn... it... it's amazing...so big...I've never tried a pleasure like this, Killer...give me... give me all of you in...Let me know all yours power, please..." She panted.

"Shhhh... I don't want to kill you, Joy. For you is better like this."

He begun to slowly move himself back and forth, gently, making her moan of pleasure. The pain was intense, but the lust was more, now. He arrived when no one else could, in such depths that it probably shouldn't reach, and every movement, even the smaller, was hugely amplified in her senses. That was like nothing else...

She moaned, and said in a weak, pleased voice: "Maybe it's better... but you can't imagine how much I desire your hugeness in me..."

Killer laughed, drying her tears with one finger, stroking gently her breast, and shoved with a bit more firmness his cock in her with the lonely, huge strength of his own muscular hips. She lost another time the control, but always with pleasure, now, despite the continuous bleeding in her low regions. At every movement of the massive cock, spurts of her blood squirted on the legs, the crotch and the rock-hard abdominals of the male, while a continuous flow of blood and other juices was straining down on his entire shaft.

"Take me, Killer... take me hard..." She whispered with her few forces.

He moved his huge cock a little faster and harder, feeling her spasm and moan deeply, with her entire body bouncing with his thrusts. But she was talking to him silent words of pleasure with her eyes, too tired by the efforts and his hugeness to talk... Killer smiled, giving her an affective glance. He moved himself with more firmness, slowing down his rhythm but withdrawing almost two feet of his cock from her and re-forcing them inside her body with each shove, putting more power and more sizes into them. At every push, she let out a deep, loud moan of pleasure, feeling herself rhythmically emptied and filled, but always in an extraordinary, divine manner. When the cock advanced, she felt herself full over every imagination, in all her body, and she felt herself painfully empty every time he withdrawn... her body jumped uncontrollably every time he punched her soft depths with his steel spear, her entire body bouncing with his thrusts. She felt that he was speeding up his pumping, and she said with masochism "yes... harder".

Killer laughed, whispering in a gentle but somehow dark voice: "You can't neither imagine how much harder I can go... How deeper, in you... You can't neither suppose how badly I can arrange your nice body..." Then he gave her a few thrust really hard, making her scream again at the top of her voice, feeling her body implore pity... She felt another time, and much more than before, the incredible, insane pain of being ripped in two. But Killer immediately slowed down his rhythm again on acceptable levels, leaving her scream again, but again with pleasure, only cracked with traces of the pain just proved. "Seen? And that was only a taste..."

She moaned of pleasure, but prayed him to continue on the "soft" way, this time. "Better." He said, thrusting powerfully but gently, increasing his power slowly, stroking gently her breast with one hand, taking her softly only for one hip, and moving his hips a bit faster. She moaned with more forces, and begun to scream again, of pleasure and lust now, not for pain in the slightest this time, feeling herself near at her second orgasm. The giant male knew instinctively that, and moved his hugeness faster and harder, making her scream of lust, inciting him to go deeper and harder. Killer lifted her from the bed only with his huge cock buried in her, thrusting harder and harder, moving in and out of her at least three feet of his shaft, rocking her entire body like a rag doll with no effort, panting harshly of pleasure as he grinned down at her and tilted his head backwards a bit, leaning down over her.

She screamed while her destroyed vagina clenched rhythmically on his massive black pole of meat, trying in vain to force it out... the male enjoyed her orgasm, and the incredibly tightness of her vagina on his shaft, moving himself faster, defeating easily the resistance of her clenching depth and of the waves of her orgasm's juices with just a taste of his huge, brutal strength. She cried hard of pleasure, feeling her juices searching in vain a space to go out free, all around his massive rod, squirting strongly whit each backstroke and being compressed painfully into her when he advanced again... Killer growled of pleasure, at the sound and at the feeling of his impossibly deep penetration, hearing clearly the half-liquid sound of the hammering of his cock so deep in her, feeling the wonderful, hot embrace of her juices and her blood, imprisoned in the crammed vagina, blocked by his enormous, pistoning black cock. He roared of pleasure, feeling her juices and her blood squirt on his abs, enjoying her screams as music, but without sadism. He knew the pain, but also the pleasure he was giving her.

Their ride was long and passionate. Killer pistoned himself powerfully into her for a long time, forcing into her at the end more than four feet of his cock with his thrusts. Joy, screaming and trembling hard, lost in her incredible, painful pleasure and abandoned on the bed, was staring at his eyes, trying to say to Killer with her glance how much lust and pleasure he was causing her... Athena, incapable to follow the by now furious rhythm of his hammering, was clasped at the strong body of the male, eyes fixed on the extraordinary show, one hand toying sweetly with her own wet vagina, and the other intent to tease Killer, ruffling lovingly the long white fur on his head and on his neck, his flush, leonine mane, sometimes whispering short, pleasured phrase like "yes, so..." "Hard...harder" in his ears, teasing him.

Joy tested every nuance of the pain and the pleasure, losing herself in a new, ever stronger orgasm every few minutes. It was an experience indescribable and exhausting.

After the fourth orgasm, she felt herself so full and so weak that she was incapable to scream her pleasure and her pain, her senses filled only with the sight of the growling male and the burning fire of lust into her body. He was pistoning himself into her hard and fast, with his muscles bulging incredibly powerfully, his white, short and shining fur now soaked of her own red blood, at least on a large part of his sculptured abdominals, his beautiful sapphire eyes burning of animal lust.

She felt the bed shake violently and groan loudly with his thrusts, the headboard slamming over the wall violently, and also she heard the growling of the male and the soft moaning of Athena, but all that seemed so distant... She felt clearly only the huge shaft filling up and emptying her body with his movements over and over again, and she couldn't help but made a wide, weak, trembling grin at the sight of the foot abundant of black cock that the male had attentively kept out to make it easier for her... She almost couldn't believe that this incredible strength wasn't his maximum power, while he tore her vagina, while his massive shaft pummeled her again and again. She stared dumbfounded, moaning and screaming at the frightening sight of his pistoning cock, who she felt strike somewhere so deep in her... It seemed her that his huge cock was hitting her stomach, and she couldn't help, but made a grimace realizing that also if that was only a sensation, he could easily go even deeper than her stomach, using his entire, powerful shaft.

Incredible pleasure and pain had took her near to a state of trance. She felt her smashed vagina clenching rhythmically on his shaft with continuity, in a sort of never ending orgasm, trying to fight against that war-hammer, but, while her vagina was weakening, the male seemed to get even stronger, huger, hotter and harder, launched on the way for his own powerful orgasm. His orgasm... she moaned strongly at the lonely thought, tasting the wonderful memory of his preceding climax... so huge, so powerful... She moved her own tongue in her mouth, still full of a good amount of his incredible potent seed, tasting again his power, his salty, manly taste...

She stared at the swelling in her own belly, which begun to move itself faster up and down, harder, faster, but never enough...she screamed, imagining that massive shaft emerge, huge and free, tearing her own belly... she watched, trembling, at her own vagina, at her own blood exploding out of her around the huge pistoning shaft, feeling herself like a virgin raped savagely with a pole of steel... and then she raised her glance on the delighted eyes of Killer, trembling and swallowing thickly, searching the forces to whisper: "Come, big male... you can't deny the prize to me..."

"I have absolutely no idea to deny it to you, Joy... It will be a huge prize, sugar!" He answered, speeding up his thrust, pummelling her harder and faster with his hugeness.

"I... I know..." She said playfully, her own entire body bouncing with his thrusts, her breasts rocking madly on her chest as the bed gave out and cracked under them, the male roaring in satisfaction as he grinned wide.

Killer placed his hands on her hips, and then he lifted her from the bed, rising up in his full, impressive height, with the smaller body of Joy impaled deeply on his cock.

Her legs were trembling at the sides of his cock, along his bigger legs, her head abandoned on his shoulder, completely exhausted, while the male, feeling his own orgasm rising, was fucking her hard, moving her entire body up and down quickly along his shaft and moving furiously his cock back and forth into her, growling of pleasure in her ear.

She was enjoying the hard pistoning of the male, delighted while her own body ran up and down along at least four feet of cock, screaming at every blow of his huge cock-head in her depths, feeling his cock stiffening and heating up into her with the rise of his seed to orgasm...

Killer roared when his cock, buried in the depths of her body, exploded finally the first burst of his huge load of seed. Joy let out another deafening scream of lust and pain, arching her back as she felt the massive shaft ripping in and out with a force without precedents, and then another when she felt in her depths a thick explosion of burning-hot seed, rapidly followed up by another, and another and the again, bursts after bursts, in a seeming infinite series of always stronger blasts of burning cum. She trembled hard, moaning of bliss, feeling his huge waves of cum filling her, blowing into her in places where they likely shouldn't have to, setting fire to her own smashed depths, to her shattered, destroyed vagina, but giving her a pleasure indescribable all the same. Killer continued to thrust powerfully in and out for all the time of his orgasm, roaring of pleasure at the feeling of her already full vagina widening painfully to try to contain his seed, spurting bursts of cum, juices and blood all around each time he moved his massive malehood in a backstroke which drawn out almost painfully her strained sexlips, and then, finally, after more than a minute, his orgasm begun to slow, and he slowed down slowly also his pistoning, until he was motionless, but still buried deep into her. Four feet inside her depths, hard than never before, enjoying the familiar sensation of pure power, the complete dominance over the body of his females, the weak but incredibly tight, pulsating, hot embrace of their smashed depths after his rides. And, sure, enjoying also the sensation of omnipotence in showing to his females that he was always still hard and fully erected, ready for more.

Joy fell exhausted on his muscular chest, panting harshly, breathless, but finding, with a great strain, the force to ruffle the mane of the male, smiling, showing her gratitude for the long, wonderful ride.

The male rested in her for nearly two minutes, motionless, and then he pulled back himself with a loud pop and a huge gush of juices, blood and seed which flooded out copiously from the insanely stretched, gaping vagina. She screamed, feeling herself suddenly so incredibly, painfully empty, after all that incredible fullness... and also feeling so much seed, juices and blood flowing out from her own tattered, torn and opened wide vagina.

Killer supported Joy in his strong arms, and then he deposed the obviously exhausted female on the bed, moving away her hairs from her muzzle and kissing her warmly.

"Thank you, Joy...You have been fantastic, little bitch." He said gently in her ear.

"You more..." Whispered weakly Joy, lifting one hand to give a slow stroke of thanks on the entire length of his cock, still completely erected and hard, ready for Athena, and soaked for fourth fifths with Joy's blood and juices, and obviously with a good amount of his seed.

"Too good you are, slut... rest, now, and don't move. You are not in danger, but my style is..." He hesitated, trying to find a definition appropriate and that wouldn't have sounded arrogant...

"...wonderful... and back-breaking." She said for him, and then, after a quick glance on the fresh male, added: "For me."

Killer laughed sweetly, ruffling her hairs. "Yeah, Joy... you are right. Rest."

Then Killer turned towards the waiting Athena, who was already lying down on the other side of the bed, with her legs opened wide, and a glance of pure carnal lust and desire burning in her eyes.

"You now, Athena... get ready."

Helped by the huge amount of various liquids on his shaft, which gave him a formidable lubrication, Killer broke down the resistance of Athena's vagina in only four strong thrusts, burying into her more than four feet of his cock, daring a little deeper with her than with the smaller Joy... But without dangerous illusions, because it was clear that he was too huge also for her, and her screams was terrible...

But, as already had happened with Joy, the pleasure was incredible, and after the first ten minutes, it was always much more than the pain. His talent and his delicacy formed a strange, winning team with his mastodontic, violent and painful hugeness.

Under the exhausted but pleased glance of Joy, they ran another formidable ride with Killer, who seemed even stronger, instead of weakened after an afternoon of such sweet efforts. The male was simply perfect, all the time.

Pistoning Athena like a rag doll up and down his massive shaft, he given her the same incredible experience that he had given to Joy just before, or maybe even more... given her a lot of orgasms, and then the same wonderful state of erotic trance, the never ending orgasm, which he had caused to Joy.

Finally, he reached his own third, consecutive, powerful orgasm, filling up with the usual abundance the shattered body of Athena with his potent seed. His cock was still at the apex of his power, ready for more, but, despite a teasing desire to take also their tail holes, the male was conscious of their deadly tiredness, and so he postponed the idea...

Killer pulled back slowly from the smashed vagina of Athena, taking out with his cock the usual river of mixed juices and fluids, and he placed gently the almost unconscious Athena on the bed, thanking her as well, with his characteristic chivalry.

Then, with lightness at least unexpected for his extraordinary size, he laid down on the bed, between the two females, and stretched out to the sides his muscular arms, taking gently over his huge biceps their heads, moving their bodies closer to his own. He gently caressed their heads and their breasts, without talk, in a silent thank, embracing they closer on his muscular body.

The two females were staring at his still fully erected, steel-hard cock with a sincere, deep admiration and submission. It was impressive, how much incredible, pure power there was in that frightening huge pole... The black, enormous shaft, entirely covered in seed, blood, juices and saliva, was still towering over them, domineering.

"But are you never tired?" Asked Athena in a weak, amazed voice, trying in vain to squeeze the titanium-hard shaft.

"Two lonely bitches, as far as they are able, are insufficient to tire me out..." He answered playfully, but sincerely, giving to his cock a strong but slow and affective stroke along his entire length.

Joy laughed, caressing the massive shaft, giving in to the temptation to tell to the giant male how much he was better and bigger than their king, Griagas. So, she told in great detail to him of their life with that king... emphasizing obviously the sexual aspect.

"... and you are... yes, I think you are a good three times bigger." She said finally, with not yet completely overcome surprise. Athena sighed of lust. "At least. I think you are bigger already when you are still flaccid..."

"Really, bitches?" He said playfully, rubbing his muzzle on Joy's one and then on the Athena's muzzle and pretending to be surprised, without much commitment... He had already largely supposed to be far bigger from their tightness, but hear the confirmation directly from the weak, astonished voices of Joy and Athena was infinitely better...

"Sure..." answered Joy, as much playfully, but clearly sincere. "You already knew?"

"I had imagined... I know well that I'm far bigger than the others. But thank you... said by you is really, really pleasant..."

They stayed on the bed, embraced, for long minutes, in the peace and quiet of the aftermath, the male enjoying the lonely contact with the two females possessed so deeply and entirely, the females recovering a little bit of strength, filling up their eyes with the majestic sight of his huge cock, who was slowly becoming less domineering, returning finally flaccid, declaring itself finally satisfied...

"You two have been fantastic...really." He said gently.

"Thank you... but the masterpiece is all yours." Answered Joy with a smile.

"Are you always so fiery?" Asked Athena.

"Often more. I like so much the good girls like you..." He answered, kissing the two. "However... It's time for me to take a shower, and for you a restoring bath is perfect."

He stood up and walked into the bathroom, prepared a hot bath for the two girls in the tub and returned to the bed.

"Let's go, girls." He lifted easily the two exhausted females with all his kindness, and placed them in the full tub, then he removed the bloodstained, soaked of seed and juices sheet, hurling it in an angle, and he placed four towels on the ruins of the bed, ready for the use. Then he finally took his shower, watching affectively the two weak females in the tub, who were watching him, submitted and in complete adoration.

He smiled to them, enjoying their admiration, their complete love for him.

Many minutes later, they were on the bed again, embraced again, all wet. They were enjoying together the simply but beautiful aftermath, so calm, so different from their sex that had been so wonderfully unrestrained and furious...

The females were drying the male, caressing his entire muscular body with their towels, touching sweetly his impressive muscles, his shining white fur, the dark black fur of his stripes... going back from every part of his sculptured body towards his huge, flaccid cock.

When they finally caressed it with their soft towels and with their hands as well, the male made narrower the embrace, smiling widely.

"Are you provoking it, bitches?" He whispered playfully, watching their eyes with the super dominant glance of the god another time.

"I could never dream to challenge it in this condition... it's too clever and powerful..." Answered Athena, renovating the caress on the huge flaccid cock.

"And too big, and too hard..." Added Joy, doing the same.

Killer laughed. "Well, then is better if you stop this... Or I'll become really hard again, and then I'll not be accountable for my actions..." The male smirked, the sighed a bit. "Are you really sure to want me as your new king? You have seen... I'll be a very demanding king."

The two females made an effort, climbing on his muscular form to kiss him on his cheeks in answer.

"Sure over every possible doubt. We would be mad, if we wouldn't want you as our king. And especially because you are so demanding..." Answered Athena, staring at his eyes. Joy assented.

Killer embraced them, kissing they hungrily in their mouths, enjoying the still strong taste of his own seed in them, forcing his tongue deep in their throats... and then, when their kiss broke and their muzzles slowly separated themselves, he stood up.

"Then, it's time for me to become a king." He said decidedly. He had found the right way to return what he was... to rebuild his legend. To redeemable his honour and, at least in part, maybe even his soul. His two angels, Athena and joy, had shown him the new path of his life...

He bent his head and gave to the two females a long, passionate and playfully lick on their cheeks, then he walked towards the table, took a last, deep mouthful of whisky directly from the last bottle remained, and then he putted on his pants and putted back in its place his belt with the frightening swords. Then he walked towards the door, but turned back to look once more to his females.

"You remain here, and rest. You must restore your health to celebrate my victory... When I'll return, I'll be the king."

They said hello to him, and quickly fell asleep, really exhausted. Killer watched them sleep quietly for a moment, smiling, and then he walked out, closing slowly the door and running towards his destiny.