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*Chapter 61 - We all have more than one face *

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Killer was a bit embarrassed when he and Ira walked into Eaglenest and made their way through the hall and up the stairs to the northern bastion, where Vesta had her apartment. It was late in the night, and he and Ira had spent much of the day having sex, in every possible position, his hunger insatiable and her lust so great that she was all too eager to offer herself to him, even when it was powerful, violent, and bloody. And after becoming a goddess, after gaining her whole new powers, Ira had grown even tougher, stronger and resistant, eagerly urging him on, to give her more, to hurt her worse... and he had complied with pleasure. At the end of it, she was truly wrecked, but her eyes burned with bliss as she hungrily licked his whole body clean, lap after lap.

The forest was in even worse shape, annihilated by their enormous bodies: Ira's loved, quiet secret garden had been crushed into nothingness sometime during the fucking, turned into nothing but a deep Killer's footprint. But when they had calmed down and shrunk back to their normal sizes - Killer back at just over 20 feet tall, and Ira keeping herself under nineteen - they had rebuilt the area with their powers, bringing back the deep lake, the cliffs, the cascade, and his seed, which had soaked the whole area, brought back the trees in no time, until the forest was even greater and more luscious than ever before. A huge region all around the secret garden had turned into a Sanctuary for Killer and Ira, as his energies and seed overwhelmed and reshaped the vast area. A whole valley had become a deep lake of his seed... and they agreed to keep it. The thought of Michael finding out that there was almost a sea of Killer's cum in his kingdom was too amusing to pass the chance on.

It had been simply glorious... but Killer felt embarrassed for how they spent the whole day in pleasure, while he had initially thought to go back to Eaglenest quickly, to try and act to save Gaia from Shi.

He couldn't honestly say he regretted spending all that time with Ira, but all the same, he felt somewhat guilty for the goddess that he was not helping. Then again, he did not have a plan yet, not a way to actually help her: he wanted to eradicate Shi out of her without hurting her any more than strictly necessary, so that pretty much negated the old "punch them into pulp" method that was his usual choice. Gaia was actually in Alexis's and Vesta's hands first of all: the two of them could hopefully work out a way to enter into the goddess's consciousness... and again hopefully, from there it would be possible to force Shi out. Killer hated how many times the sketchy plan stumbled upon "hope" as essential ingredient of success: the idea was actually little more than a desperate guess. Killer was horribly aware of the risk of it proving to be nothing more than a fantasy, and the thought made his stomach churn in pain and despair: if that plan was to prove unworkable, the only option left would be to fight Gaia physically. Considering how incredibly powerful she was, there was no certainty that he would be able to do well in such a clash... and even if he did, victory would have tasted like the most bitter defeat, as it would have meant breaking Gaia's body until Shi found it no longer useful... or, even worse, it would have meant having to kill her.

Killer repressed a shiver at the thought, shutting his eyes and shaking his head slightly as he clenched a fist hard enough that his own claws tore into his flesh, his fear mixed with endless rage at the thought that he might have to engage in a mortal clash with her. With sweet, lovely, kind Gaia, who had been a tender friend, a guide, and a shy, never quite confessed lover ever since they had first met. It was an unbearable thought... and Ira had looked down silently after noticing the drops of blood falling out of his fist, her expression tense and just as worried, understanding perfectly what tormented Killer, but finding no helpful words to offer.

When Killer and Ira arrived in Eaglenest, they moved through the hospital first, to meet Diana and Vicky... but both females, exhausted, were quietly and serenely asleep, so Killer had merely kissed them both softly, careful not to wake them up. The otter priestess had told them that Alexis, Vesta and the others, by now all back in pretty good shape, had moved into Vesta's vast apartments to study what could be done to defeat Shi without harming Gaia. He was just thankful that, somehow, Gaia had not yet gone rampaging over the world, which meant she was still holding Shi under control, even as he tried to take control from within her body. So long as she could keep enough control to hide from the world, she was relatively safe: Killer knew that Taranis and Thanathos wanted a zero risk approach based on hunting her down and killing her before Shi could use her fearsome power for his plans of destruction and conquest, but he was confident that they would not act right away. Not after he so directly faced Taranis to stop him from attacking Gaia.

Every moment that Gaia managed to resist was a precious extension to the time Alexis and Vesta could use to shape a real plan of action: as soon as Shi eventually got her on a rampage, Taranis and Thanathos would go on a merciless chase without any hesitation... and Killer himself would have had to step in her path to wrestle her to a stop, to protect the world, while doing his best to save her life at the same time.

There's no telling how such a three-way would end... it very easily could end in complete disaster.

The corridor was dark, only partially lightened up by torches on the walls and by the dim light of the stars filtering in from a window at the far end of the passageway. Killer still found amazing the sight of the clouds far below the height of the fortress... but his gaze soon moved back to the beautiful, powerful female at his side. The new goddess smiled as she caught his look, her own eyes hungrily moving over his enormous, powerful body as she slowly, teasingly licked her lips, her long, flexible tongue pushing up along her muzzle, giving him a little shiver of pleasure as his thoughts raced back to the incredible bliss that she had given him, sucking him off and wrapping that same tongue around his gigantic shaft, in ways that didn't even seem possible.

Her eyes burned emerald in the dark, and her collar glowed with the immense energies it was imbued with. Every single drop of his cum that had landed on it had been absorbed hungrily, and now the swirling flames chiseled in the thick metal piece were as luminous as stars, his energies supercharging hers and the jewel that marked her eager submission to him. He smiled back to her as he clearly saw the air around her trembling and burning with supernatural heat, her energy making reality shiver and fizzle a bit, as the new goddess sighed in bliss. "You've made me so powerful..." She breathed, flexing slowly as she held up a hand and then clenched it into a fist, lightning cracking around it as reality trembled harder around her hand, seeming to cave in for a brief instant, as if dragged into her palm and squeezed.

Killer looked at that with a grin, flexing his own massive musculature with a little shiver of lust as he felt and very clearly saw her power in the way it warped reality... and then he said calmly: "I let your nature guide me as I poured energy inside you. I've just realized your potential: you've always been incredibly strong, in will and in muscles." He paused, then nodded slightly as he added: "But I would be lying if I didn't say I also selfishly followed my lusts. I made you the goddess you deserve to be... and the one I want you to be."

"You did a splendid job..." Ira replied easily, before she grinned as she added: "I love everything about the new me... and you actually did not change my looks that much. I guess you really did like me the way I always was." She looked at him with tender affection, and Killer smiled and nuzzled her lightly, nodding.

"I told you that all along... but you did not want to believe to that. For too long you've tried to be the Ira that Heaven might want, and you ended up not believing in yourself anymore. Never again, Ira. Never again."

"Never." She promised, smiling widely... before she looked at her fingers and rubbed the tip of her index and thumb together, a grin spreading on her features as she growled: "I feel like I could grind a planet into dust, just like this... like a little speck of dirt."

"That's because you can." Killer easily replied, grinning widely as she closed her eyes with a murr of lust, before he teased: "But stop that, now. You feel like a walking supernova: the surprise is ruined, everyone will have felt you very clearly already."

The muscular female took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment and measuring her breathing for a few seconds as she tried to calm down the storm of lust, bliss and sheer power rampaging inside her, before they walked onwards to the room of Vesta's apartment, and the goddess amusedly replied: "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll still be jaw-dropping surprising."

Killer snorted in amusement at that, grinning slightly as they came up in front of the huge double-door leading into Vesta's quarters, only to see the heavy hardwood door swing open in a flash, the hinges groaning as the queen of Seraphims tore it open exclaiming: "Kid me not!"

Vesta's eyes immediately found Ira, and they widened in surprise and amazement as the queen sized her up, looking her over from head to toe and back. Ira smirked in amusement, leaning slightly to the side and resting one hand lazily on her hip, before she tilted her head slightly back to fully show off her glowing, thick, heavy collar.

Vesta gaped a bit at this, and Killer scratched his head a bit before trying to squeeze past Vesta, walking in with an embarrassed smile... before he winched as Vesta said flatly: "You bitch; I totally had to be the first Disciple."

"Eat me." Ira serenely replied, grinning widely as she walked in, and Vesta sulked for a moment, before grinning widely as she lashed out a fist towards Ira's stomach. The cobra however was quicker than lightning, her hand easily intercepting the punch... and Vesta grunted in a mix of surprise and pain as her powerful blow was easily stopped.

Ira smiled as she pulled her hand up, holding Vesta's fist in her fingers until their hands were at eye level, smiling teasingly as Vesta grabbed her wrist and tried to wrestle free of her hold, pulling back as hard as she could... and then Ira gave a light squeeze which was enough to make Vesta groan in pain, bones creaking. "I'm a goddess now, babe. You do not feel that strong anymore." Ira playfully teased, before letting go of Vesta's fist, the queen glaring at her as she shook her hand with a grumble, massaging the back of it lightly.

Vesta was a demi-goddess, and she had at times teased Ira about it during their sparring fights and semi-serious arguments. Besides, Vesta was just very, very strong: her punch had always been really heavy.

It wasn't surprising that now the new Ira would tease her back... and now it was Vesta who had to take it in style. There was no hostility between the two, at all. They were playful antics... and Vesta was actually delighted to see Ira confident, relaxed, playful and free like she had never been in the thousands of years past.

"You do look great. Bigger muscles, greater boobs... you look almost as fine as me, now." Vesta teased, and Ira nodded playfully, waving a hand dismissively and saying: "Yeah, yeah, sure."

Vesta snorted at that, then turned to Killer, looking him in the eye for a brief moment, even as he turned to the side with an embarrassed cough, trying to move out of reach as he carefully put down the two long Azura Blades that he had been carrying. Vesta briefly looked at the blades, eyes glowing with interest, but as soon as he straightened she slammed her punch into his stomach, and the huge male grunted and bent forwards with a cough, hugging himself as he exclaimed: "What the fuck...!"

The demi-goddess snorted contently at that, nodding seriously as she replied: "That teaches you. You bastard. And you'll better make sure I get the next collar."

"Punching me might not be the best way to convince me." Killer replied flatly, giving her a bit of a glare... but Vesta only smiled, shaking her head with amusement as she said: "Like I actually hurt you... I didn't hurt the slave, and I most certainly can't damage the master much."

"I did exaggerate it a little." Killer admitted, smiling widely as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pushing the door closed behind them as they walked past Ira and into the luminous room. "But she did parry it. I didn't."

"Bad. You should always be ready and alert." Ira intervened, holding one finger up and grinning at them from over her shoulder. "I might have to be a tougher mentor if you still make rookie mistakes like this."

"Why did you give her such gifts, when she is such a bitch...?" Vesta asked, and Killer snorted agreeably before smiling as Adrasthea walked up in front of him, the dragokkaren's hips swaying with her natural, seductive elegance as she raised her arms to hug him... and his eyes widened as he caught her expression, the glint of light in her eyes, understanding that something in her was different from usual.

"Alexis...?" He whispered, uncertain and yet sure of what he had seen and perceived, at the same time, before the goddess pushed her muzzle against his and kissed him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she pushed forth into his chest, rubbing her body against his.

He let out a hot breath of pleasure, closing his eyes as Adrasthea's long tongue pushed into his mouth, and he eagerly welcomed it at first, before forcefully wrestling it back into her own mouth as he seized her by the buttocks, squeezing hungrily on her firm flesh and lifting her slightly up off the ground. It lasted a few long, delicious moments... before the dragokkaren pulled back and licked his cheek, grinning widely and winking. "Guess who, then...?" She asked, in Adrasthea's voice, tilting her head to the side a little.

But he had no doubts left, and he smiled, shaking his head slowly before kissing her lips lightly. "Alexis. I recognized you with just a look in the eye."

"That's my lover." The dragokkaren lovingly said, but this time the voice was Alexis's own.

"So, I take it that you can get into other people." Killer observed quietly, before looking past the goddess's shoulder and easily spotting Alexis sitting with her legs crossed on the large, king-size canopy bed of Vesta.

Alexis turned towards him with a grin, nodding and teasingly saying: "Of course I can." She stretched her long, muscular, beautiful legs, the leather laces of her boots groaning a little as her mighty muscles bulged and stretched them, Killer staring hungrily as she elegantly swung her legs out the edge of the bed and stood up, walking towards Ira with a pleased grin on her lips.

"Don't tell me you doubted of it." Alexis's voice said, coming from Adrasthea's lips as the dragokkaren reached up and touched his cheek gently, bringing his attention back to the goddess of strategy.

"Lady Alexis has very quickly mastered this ability, Master Killer." The goddess said, in her own voice and acting of her own accord now, a smile cresting her lips.

"Putting a third person into another also seem to work well." Manticora said... except her voice didn't come out of her body, but from Alcana's lips, Killer saw.

Alcana was standing in the middle of the room, holding her huge halberd and swinging it around in a series of attacks and parries, trying out complex movements and simulating a duel... while Manticora's body was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, eyes closed and head hanging down in a relaxed but focused pose, her expression one of concentration.

Alcana looked up towards Killer, and grinned gamely, winking at him as he watched on with interest. The goddess, actually controlled by Manticora from the inside, swung her halberd in a windmill around her waist, before lunging forwards with lightning speed, stopping the tip of the blade mere millimeters away from the glass of the window, showing perfect control.

"I'm not having difficulties, even when you move around and focus on other things. The connection stays very stable." Manticora explained, and Alexis nodded slightly, looking pleased but also thoughtful.

"Welcome back, Lord Killer." Alcana said, smiling as she took back possession of her body, and Killer gave her a soft gaze and a nod, before the goddess straightened and easily shouldered her heavy, massive halberd, rubbing a hand over her eyes for a brief moment before looking at Killer again, speaking with Manticora's voice: "Welcome back, Master."

"Thank you, girls." Killer kindly replied, smiling with affection. "I see you've been hard at work."

"It sure seems you've worked damn hard yourself." Manticora teased, her eyes opening and the zebra stretching with a yawn as she took back her body, slowly standing up and rolling her shoulders slowly, rubbing a hand over one strong, thick bicep. Alcana recoiled a bit and grunted quietly as she fully took back control of her own body, shaking her head slowly.

"Ira, you look awesome, and we felt your power when you were still in the Fourth Sky. Fan-frigging-tastic." Manticora added, gazing over the cobra with affectionate envy. "Yes... he did make a splendid job on you. Although knowing Master Killer, I bet you have been worked harder." The zebra teased, grinning cheerfully. Ira snorted in amusement at the comment, gazing sideways to Killer as she admitted: "Yeah, he did work me real hard."

"Well, you did live to pick up the pieces of your pussy and tell the tale of its smashing." Vesta laughed, playfully nudging the cobra. "And got turned into a goddess of awesomeness, too. You are a lucky bitch."

"Shall we have a pause from training, then...?" Alcana asked, looked hesitant. "We aren't quite ready yet... and time is precious. We don't know how much of it we have."

"Alcana, I appreciate the work you've all been doing... but a pause won't hurt. You all look tired, and I'm sure Gaia herself would be the first to warn to not overdo it, if she could." Killer quietly replied, opening his arms in welcome and squeezing them around the shoulders as the goddess of love and Manticora both walked forwards, hugging him from the sides. He lovingly kissed one, then the other, and Alcana finally nodded. Adrasthea agreed as well. "We have more trials to do, but a pause is needed. Rushing won't be of any real help. For example, I did not oppose much resistance to Alexis entering me and taking over, for this training... but of course, Shi is very much going to oppose stiff resistance. We must simulate that, and make sure it can be countered. However, progress has been incredibly quick, and I think Alexis could be far more forceful herself in her method of entry."

"You bet." Alexis easily replied, wrapping one arm around Adrasthea's shoulders and squeezing her against her side. "We'll test that later, if we get the chance. Thank you for your help."

Adrasthea smiled at this, swatting at the air dismissively with one hand before she said: "Welcome back, Lord and Master Killer. We are all glad to have you back with us... and welcome Lady Ira, too. You are in a splendid, splendid shape." Adrasthea gazed over Ira's body with interest, almost with envy as she took in the strong, toned muscle and the perfect curves of her shapely form, the cobra grinning slightly and touching her collar tenderly, feeling it burning with energy as she nodded and replied: "Yes, I can believe to that... I've never felt better in my life, and gods, it shows!"

"It definitely does." Adrasthea agreed, even as she hugged Killer and kissed his lips, before gently pushing her lips against his broad, masculine chest, lovingly kissing first one massive pec, then the other, before she stepped back slightly and moved over to Ira herself, watching her in the eyes with a smile.

"You have always been strong, Ira... but now I see through your eyes that our lord and master has feed a massive fire in you, growing your power to amazing levels." Adrasthea hugged the new goddess tightly, and kissed her check, Ira looking slightly surprised but very rapidly and easily accepting that warm welcome into what, it was very much clear, really was turning into a family of sorts, where Killer was the centre. The cobra murmured a thank you, and kissed the goddess of strategy on the cheek as well, before tilting her head to the side so that Adrasthea could kiss the thick, heavy collar around her throat.

"This is a symbol of submission... but at the same time, a symbol of power, and a blessing full of honor and love. I hope I will soon be blessed in a similar way." Adrasthea quietly said, licking the collar hungrily and reverently, her head tilted so she could gaze upwards at Killer with love.

The huge male looked at this with attention, smiling down at her with affection even as his heartbeat speeded up in front of such loving, eager adoration. He wasn't really surprised, as the girls had been very vocal about their desire to become Disciples of him, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be honored or it, and almost intimidated, especially as Vesta came forwards and bear-hugged Ira, lifting the new goddess off the ground and kissing her hungrily, the cobra's eyes bulging in surprise before narrowing gamely as she began to answer, tongues wrestling savagely for a few long moments as she new goddess seized into Vesta's shoulders and pushed down into her, chest to chest.

"I'm glad that you are finally free of your prison of worries and self-bashing." Vesta finally said when the kiss broke, and Ira nodded, smiling agreeably.

"I was stupid. I tried to appease people who would have never accepted me, no matter what I did. Suppressing my nature and being a codfish, a perfect straight-out-of-the-rulebook girl never made me any better to Heaven's eyes... my achievements actually only gave them more reasons to hate me." Ira recognized, making a grimace of rage and distaste as she balled one hand into a fist, energy crackling loudly around it as the chains wrapped around her arm glowed brightly. "But now it is a gone, distant past. It does not matter anymore. Now I'm Ira, Disciple of Killer, Goddess of Lust and Discipline, for his order and gift." She paused, then pushed muzzle to muzzle with Vesta, grinning widely and licking her lips as she added: "And you are just a sexy demi-goddess. I'm going to have fun with you."

Vesta snorted amusedly at that, then pushed her muzzle under Ira's, and kissed her collar, sniffing at the thick metal to taste every bit of his essence in that supernatural, supercharged token of his dominance and love, before she teased: "Don't go and bite off more than you can chew, Goddess. You don't want me to shove you down on the very first day of your ascension, do you...?"

Alexis and Killer traded an amused, accomplice gaze at that, as the muscular female hugged him tightly and kissed his throat, then his lips, their tongues wrapping together and battling slowly, deliciously, as their breath relaxed and washed over each other's faces, the eyes of the two lovers closing as they enjoyed a long moment of paradise, the femme fatale wrapping her arms around him and pulling her tightly against her, and the huge male wrapping his around her waist.

"You've done a great job over your mentor." Alexis teased when the kiss finally broke, grinning softly and licking his lips, looking to the side and taking in every detail of Ira's strengthened body. "And I like the collar, too..."

Killer blinked in surprise at this, looking into her eyes with a question in his, and Alexis grinned wider and laughed, kissing his lips again before whispering into his ear:. "Yes, I know, lover... I'm the queen, and you don't think a collar is something for me. But I think one of us will have to wear one. I want one of us to wear one... but be warned, my love: I'm way too powerful for bowing after a quick and playful spar like when we first met, years ago. This time we play rough and serious. I don't care how many mortal bugs we squish in our fight, I don't care how many worlds we destroy. You will have to show me that you are every bit of the god you are, because otherwise you'll be the one wearing the collar."

Killer repressed a shiver of dark, lustful delight at that, giving a snarling grin himself as he squeezed roughly into her firm, muscular buttocks, nodding and whispering simply: "Perfect, my love... just perfect. I'm eager to see the universe tremble before your power... and eager to show you that I can still dominate you."

"You better be." Alexis easily replied, pushing back a little and watching him in the eye, licking her lips slowly. "It will be delightful. It will be bloody. And I'm not going to hold back my punches, so you'll better be ready to do all it takes to stop me."

Killer nodded with a wide, eager grin, his musculature flexing lightly as he rolled his shoulders in anticipation, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of a real fight against Alexis, at the thought of facing her in a real battle for supremacy. He only hoped they could have their clash before they broke all of their Seals and unleashed their full potential: with how powerful they already were, Killer had no difficulties imaging the cosmic havoc they would wreak if fighting to the best of their possibilities.

Ira watched towards them curiously, frowning a bit and likely guessing some of what was happening between them... but she humbly bowed her head forwards as Alexis turned to face her. The cobra was silent for a brief moment, trying to find the right words... and then she finally said, without hesitation and only feeling a shiver rolling down her spine at the power she felt coming from Alexis: "My Queen, my Goddess, my Mistress. I'm ready to serve."

"That's right, Ira..." Alexis softly said, grinning slyly as she pushed chest to chest with the black-scaled cobra, making Killer swallow thickly as he stared hungrily at them, licking his muzzle at the sight of Ira's massive breasts being smothered back some by the even more impressive chest of Alexis, who also stood a little taller, giving her a clear, visible supremacy as she hugged the cobra.

"Welcome in the family. We shall serve our Master together..."

"... and I will serve my Mistress with the same adoration." Ira promised, closing her eyes as she bent forwards a little and kissed the top of each glorious breast of Alexis's chest, the femme fatale grinning and nodding slightly before pushing Ira's muzzle up with two fingers, wrapping her lips over hers and kissing her hungrily, dominating the reptile goddess and invading her mouth with her long, thick, forked tongue.

Killer and Vesta and the others stared at this with interest and lust, which only increased as Alexis broke the kiss and licked hungrily over her lips, before grinning widely as she softly said: "I can taste him in your mouth... thick, rich and strong..." The femme fatale slowly and easily stepped back towards the bed and dragged Ira with her, the cobra grinning back just as eagerly, the eyes of the two goddesses glowing with power and lust before Alexis suddenly shoved Ira hard down onto the bed, commanding: "I know where to find more, Ira... you will serve as our chalice. From you we will sip the bounty of our Master."

Ira grinned at that, resting on her back and easily lifting her strong, long legs up, Alexis pushing them wide open as she climbed onto the bed, licking her lips eagerly and easily undoing the chains of the crotch armor of the cobra, ripping her loincloth off.

"Oooh, look at all that potent nectar..." Alexis hungrily whispered, grinning widely as she exposed Ira's stretched-out, battered sex, the cobra still gaping quite widely, even through her strong, muscular body had a lot of resistance and she had already recovered much of her tightness. Even so, her sex was very evidently used, abused and ravaged by Killer's massive shaft: her lips were stretched out, her hole gaping wide. It would have been easy to see the depths of her passage, hadn't she been crammed full of thick, hot seed: dense, sticky cum thickly caked the inside of her loincloth, and more cum leaked out of her with each little movement, two thick rivulets of semen streaking down her inner thighs, the white cum still fairly reddened by her blood. Killer's cum was thick, ropey, dense with visible, godly-sized sperms which still moved with astounding vigor, as if frustrated they had no eggs left available to invade and conquer.

Killer walked towards the bed himself, grinning at the amazed, craving stare of the powerful females as they watched at that show of superior, astonishing virility, sitting down near the two goddesses just as Alexis stroked one hand up Ira's crotch and then over her mighty abs, her belly still visibly bulging outwards... and the gentlest pressure was enough to make her grunt as a thick, heavy gush of cum exploded out of her vagina, splattering loudly on the floor.

"Fuck, I'm so full still..." Ira groaned, lustfully gripping into the sheets as she arched her back, her body shivering with bliss as Alexis squatted in front of her and leaned forwards, pushing her long, forked tongue against her inner thigh. The cobra held her breath, seizing one huge breast in her hand and playing eagerly with her heavy, proud swell while gazing hungrily at the goddess as Alexis slowly, teasingly dragged her tongue upwards, catching the thick river of hot cum streaking down Ira's thigh and scooping it all into her mouth.

Alexis let out a murr of pleasure as she slowly, hungrily savored the thick cum, turning towards Killer to look at him with a grin as she opened her mouth wide and showed all the potent semen in it before she swallowed eagerly, licking her lips before delving down on Ira's other thigh, kissing over the thick rivulet of cum there, sucking it up with a growl of hunger. Killer grinned at the sight, feeling his massive shaft flexing and giving an eager throb full of power and vigor, the huge male squeezing on the huge bulge in his pants with one hand as he walked over to the bed, taking his sweet time for walking behind his wife and past her, sitting to the right of Ira, his eyes fixed on her crotch as Alexis stroked her stretched, gaping pussy.

"This is one finely busted hole..." Alexis teasingly observed, sliding her thumb forcefully over the cobra's clit, while showing all her other fingers easily into the wide, gaping hole, murring as they sunk into thick, hot cum.

Ira groaned lustfully at that, panting quietly and gazing around herself with hunger as the other females approached, looking delighted and eager themselves as Alexis shoved her hand deep into the cobra, reaching as far as she could in the heavily used hole and then swinging her fingers around, teasing her inner walls and making her grunt in pleasure. Alexis thrust her fingers in and out of Ira for a little while, pushing her lips over her sex to greedily drink of each thick burst and blob of cum leaking out of the cobra, before taking a long, slow lap inside her.

Ira murmured something under her breath, grinning in delight as her back arched with a shiver of bliss, Alexis's eyes glowing mischievously as she shoved her thick, long tongue inside the cobra, darting it back and forth against her insides and slurping loudly on the thick, potent cum, before she seized Ira by the buttocks and dragged her forth with a growl, shoving her muzzle inside her, eating her out almost viciously.

Killer grunted in pleasure at the sight, grinning as he hurriedly undid his belt and fly, shoving his jeans and underwear off and kicking out of them as his gigantic shaft throbbed eagerly and visibly grew even more massive, bulging thicker by the moment. In mere moments, he would have torn his clothes apart had he not hurried out of them. "Oh, yes, bitches..." He growled, seizing Alexis by the head and Ira by one breast, squeezing roughly on both and shoving the two females forcefully one against the other, Alexis's muzzle sinking deeper inside Ira's stretched pussy. "Show your Master how much you adore and worship him."

"Oh, fuck..." Vesta hotly whispered, hurriedly dropping to her knees before him, one hand seizing greedily into a heavy, colossal testicle, fumbling the colossal sperm tank with an expression of awe on her face, grinning sharkishly as the weight of the gargantuan orb caused her arm to flex, bicep bulging with power as her other hand seized the shaft just behind the fat, huge head, immediately beginning to take short but quick jerks, urging him on furiously as he grew towards erection. "Oh, fuck, yes...!" She breathed, her jaw dropping with an eager, hot breath as she felt the monster cock swelling and growing, pushing her fingers further apart with each powerful throb. "Yeah... love to feel the beast as it grows...!"

Alcana stared at this in eager, shocked delight, before she licked her lips and went down on all fours, crawling towards him to shove her face between his dangling, heavy balls, the goddess rubbing her features into his male sweat, kissing and licking at the gigantic orbs squeezing into her muzzle from both sides, slurping over each drop of masculine sweat as she took the thick base of his shaft between her hands, jerking him off greedily.

Manticora dropped down on her knees and licked her lips eagerly before seizing the massive, gigantic shaft in both of her hands, stroking his colossal length and bumping hands with Alcana and Vesta at the two ends, the three females trading hungry gazes as they worked together over the growing cock.

"Three bitches and six fucking hands. Six. And still there's room to spare." Vesta hungrily growled, panting in bliss as Manticora nodded and pushed her chest out, cradling the gigantic shaft over her proud, huge breasts as she leaned forwards to kiss and lick and slurp noisily over the side of his immense cock.

"Make that four and eight, with room to spare." Adrasthea hoarsely added, grinning hungrily as she kneeled before him, shoulder to shoulder with Vesta, her hands cupping beneath the huge, fat head of his member before seizing into the sides of it, slowly pulling the thick foreskin back as she began to stroke back and forth, her hot breath washing over the hot flesh as she felt the cock swelling and growing under her fingers. The goddess bent forwards slightly to kiss the head of his cock, nibbling teasingly at the solid flesh with her long fangs while her long, serpentine tongue flicked over the large cumslit, twisting into the hole, teasing it lovingly as she greedily searched for every drop of his potent, virile essence, her lips wrapping over the massive cockhead as she began to suck and jerk him off at once.

"This is what godlike really means!" Vesta teased, grinning widely as she kissed and licked at the thick member, drooling over the strong-tasting black flesh and spreading her saliva over the giant cock, pushing her chest up and rubbing her large breasts into the shaft, as Adrasthea purred in agreement and slid forwards, wrapping her own huge breasts around the thick cock and sucking harder on it, ropes of her drool leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Killer grunted in pleasure as the girls teamed up on him, closing his eyes with a growl as his massive musculature flexed and his gigantic shaft grew to full, glorious erection, the male grinning as his member flexed and blasted a thick, massive rope of precum deep into Adrasthea's throat, making her gag and cough a bit, her eyes opening wide and flashing with lustful amazement as potent precum spurted out of the corners of her mouth and even sprayed out of her nostrils, even as she did her best to swallow in thick, loud gulps.

"Fuck yeah, drown the bitch!" Vesta teased, laughing as she pushed her muzzle against Adrasthea's, soaking her features in the precum leaking out of her mouth and nose, licking it off the Dragokkaren's face and breathing hard in excitement at the sight of the colossal sperms moving vigorously in the thick fluid.

Alexis grinned eagerly, licking her lips as thick, potent seed dangled in sticky ropes from her muzzle as she pulled back from Ira's gaping sex, cum gushing thickly out of the ravaged hole as she pulled her hand back as well, cupping a thick handful of semen as more of it saturated her fingers... And Killer murred in delight as Alexis watched him in the eye and slowly stroked her hand over her beautiful features, streaking cum all over her muzzle, spreading it over her cheeks, even over her eyes, then down her neck and over her divine cleavage, rubbing it into her breasts, before she slowly, greedily licked her fingers clean, suckling on each, one by one, and lapping up the thick cum from between them.

"Your turn at the chalice, you slut..." Alexis teased, reaching up with her other hand to seize Vesta by the back of her skull, dragging her forcefully over even as the queen of Seraphims only purred eagerly, licking her lips before bending forwards to kiss Ira's stretched-out pussy, pushing her muzzle forwards and licking inside her, as deep as she could reach, tasting Killer's almighty cum and only pulling back to breath: "Thank you for this bountiful blessing, Master... thank you for letting me taste your strength."

"Yeah, show Master how much you like it, bitch." Alexis commanded, twirling her sperm-covered hand into her golden hair and shoving her face harder down into Ira, making the cobra grunt in pleasure, her cheeks burning red but her eyes glowing with hunger and delight. Alexis leaned in against Killer's gigantic shaft, licking along the thick member as she rubbed her breasts into the thick, hard flesh, but she kept an eye on Vesta as the Seraphim worked her tongue inside Ira, sucking greedily and drinking up the potent cum, as the cobra murred mischievously before flexing her powerful body, her abs tensing and bulging with power and squeezing a thick, heavy gush of cum out of her, splashing Vesta's face with the thick semen, a cascade of it filling the queen's cleavage and streaking down her huge breasts in rivers, before hanging in thick, sturdy, sticky ropes of vigorous male essence.

"Fuck, look at all that cum...!" Alcana exclaimed, turning back from her balls worship to that one of her eyes could look at the flood of virile nectar soaking Vesta's strong body and raining down to the floor in thick, heavy splatters. Killer laughed, his deep voice booming above her and making her body flex and shiver in delight as she felt the vibration in his immense, powerful balls. The goddess kissed each of the gigantic testicles, rubbing her face into them before humbly adding: "Of course, Master... I know it is all but a small leftover of your actual load. But I'm just a lowly slave, and I can't help but be impressed and shocked every time by how powerful you are."

"That's right, bitch-goddess..." Vesta breathed, grinning amusedly as she pulled back from Ira's gaping sex, the queen stroking her hands down the inner thighs of the cobra, her face thickly caked in powerful cum, ropes of it going down to her breasts and dangling down almost to the floor, the dense semen forming into long strings instead of dripping away. "And he just keeps getting stronger and stronger... what are we little sluts supposed to do?"

"Work harder." Killer easily commanded, seizing Vesta's head in one strong hand, the demigoddess groaning in delight and closing her eyes with a hot breath, pushing up against his palm and murring as Ira pulled herself up and kissed her, licking the cum off her lips before shoving her long tongue into her mouth. The two strong females hugged each other, smearing semen all over their bodies and pushing thick mouthfuls of cum from mouth to mouth, snorting into the potent male essence, gulping it down greedily, licking even more up from each other's features.

"Yes, Master... we will. We shall give our all." Vesta promised, grinning widely as she took Ira's cheeks in her hands as the two females slowly, lovingly traded a thick, dangling rope of cum stretching from Vesta's tongue, then from the cobra's own, before Alcana crawled between Vesta's legs and leaned up against her muscular abdomen, her jaws open wide as she stared hungrily up at the two females.

Vesta and Ira traded an accomplice grin as they looked down at the goddess of love and then opened their jaws wide, pushing out their tongues to let two thick, heavy ropes of semen and drool stretch downwards, Alcana taking both into her mouth and swallowing eagerly as she let out a murr of delight.

"Our purpose in life is to serve you, and make you happy." Alcana added, her breath washing hotly out of her lips as she panted quietly in desire... and she grunted in surprise as Ira stood up from the bed and seized her by the skull, roughly forcing her muzzle up against her stretched, gaping pussy, the black lips of her passage wrapping over the goddess's mouth as cum streaked down all over the dragoness's face.

"Lick it, slut... you better eat it good!" Ira commanded, grinning in easy domination and wrapping one powerful arm around Vesta's shoulders as the queen pushed chest to chest, hugging her tightly as their huge, proud breasts squished together, making Killer stare with a murr of delight.

Killer relaxed back into the huge, comfortable bed, his muscular legs spread wide and his heavy, gigantic balls resting upon Adrasthea's face as the goddess eagerly licked and kissed and worshiped the massive sperm tanks, fondling them in her hands while Alexis and Manticora took turns in sucking him off, Alexis's long and dexterous tongue wrapping around his massive shaft in ways that didn't even seem possible, sending shivers of bliss down his spine.

He couldn't help but murr in appreciation of the adoring worship the females showed for his thick, potent seed, as Ira thrust her hips back and forth to ride Alcana's eager mouth, the dragoness's muzzle pushing up into the cobra as she licked up loads of cum, more of it leaking down in rivers along her neck and all over her breasts, while Ira and Vesta looked at him seductively while sloppily pushing loads of his essence from mouth to mouth. It was a glorious sight, as they rubbed his cum into their features, massaging it all over their firm breasts... and he grunted in pleasure as Alexis pulled back slowly, his massive cock coming out of her mouth with a loud 'pop' sound, shiny with her drool and covered in fluids which stretched out in ropes still connected to the back of the goddess's throat.

He held his breath as Manticora eagerly leaned in and scooped the messy ropes up with her tongue, licking Alexis's lips clean and swallowing eagerly before sliding in front of him, grinning as she teased the head of his cock with her teeth, before seizing with both hands into the colossal shaft and sucking it into her mouth, pushing forwards as deep as she could in that position.

"You are enjoying yourself, but not fully." Alexis said, matter-of-factly, as she climbed onto the bed and seized his shoulder, squeezing gently on the thick, strong muscle as she slid behind him, kneeling and with her legs open in a V as she guided him back to rest his head over her massive breasts, the goddess hugging him from behind and seizing the base of his goliath cock in her hands, stroking him lovingly, but with force and speed. "What is it...? You are thinking of Gaia, aren't you...?"

Killer hesitated for a brief moment as he rested back over her breasts, feeling her heath and the solid, strong shape of her beautiful body pushing into his back. "Yes, I am." He admitted, before smiling lovingly as he said: "You all are doing a great job, and I don't wish you to stop... but. You know. I do feel guilty, having fun like this while Gaia is hiding out there, fighting an invader who took over her own body and who menaces to take full control. I think we should be preparing for the battle... we should make sure we can help her."

The females looked at him with affection, smiling softly as they appreciated his real feelings and loyalty to them, more than the physical superiority and the power he held... and Ira nodded, closing her eyes with a sigh. "True. We owe it to her. We should do better than this."

"For you it is easy. You got impaled and pounded all day, and turned into a goddess too." Vesta grumbled, shoving the cobra a little, but then she returned serious and gave a little nod herself. "But it is true. Gaia would love to be here. And she should be here. We must help her."

"We must... but I suggest that... well." Adrasthea paused, looking embarrassed as her cheeks reddened, the goddess seeking the right words before slowly explaining: "We can help her while still. Taking care of our lusts, so to speak. Gods. I do feel ridiculous suggesting it, but... it would be a great test for Lord Killer to experiment the presence inside another body, while he is... under pressure like this."

"If I can focus on entering another's body and acting inside it while you bestow upon me your worship, I certainly can focus while doing anything else. I think that is the idea...?" Killer asked, looking amused as he seized Adrasthea's large breasts in his hands, seizing her armored top and effortlessly tearing the thick metal apart, throwing her armor to the ground and pushing his goliath shaft between her breasts, pushing the huge swells far apart as he thrust the massive head of his cock against her features, smearing thick, virile precum all over her face.

"Yes, Master... that is exactly the idea." Adrasthea purred, her long tongue cradling his gigantic shaft as she hungrily took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking loudly and pushing air out of her nostrils in a wet, muffled whistle as strong precum still leaked out of them. She began to bob her head up and down, her tongue sliding slowly and seductively down the thick cock as she stroked the colossal length with both hands, firmly seizing into the hard flesh and urging him on, groaning lustfully at each powerful throb of his member. She suckled hungrily, loudly, her drool polishing the thick black flesh of his member and making it lucid as her eyes burned with lust, before she loudly gagged and coughed as another massive eruption of precum fired down her throat, the excess fluid puffing out her cheeks as she tried to hold it all and gulp it down, but thick jets erupted from the corners of her mouth and out of her nostrils, her eyes bulging with amazement as she let out a wet, gurgling murr. She pulled back after a long moment, holding onto the giant cock for dear life as her tongue cradled it out of her jaws lovingly, even as a flood of precum cascaded down onto her breasts, and she gargled the thick, masculine fluids as she tilted her head back to stare at the thick load still firing in an unending rope from his giant member, as the massive blast arched in the air above her and fired easily across the whole room, ramming into the door with a loud, wet splat.

"Fucking Hell, I love to hear that loud, distant splash..." The goddess hungrily growled, licking her soaked lips as she jerked the last heavy flow of precum directly into her mouth. "It's enough to make my pussy clench. So fucking much load...!"

"And that's just precum. Drink of his real load from the chalice he has made me into." Ira teased, grinning sharkishly as she shoved Alcana roughly off, sending the goddess of love falling face-first into the thick, large river of precum streaking on the floor across the whole room.

Alcana eagerly rubbed her chest into it, pushing her cheeks and features into the hot, thick essence, bathing in it as best she could as she licked it up from the floor in mouthfuls, while Ira spread her muscular legs wide and seized Adrasthea's head in both of her hands, holding her in place as the goddess of strategy eagerly pushed her muzzle up into the dripping, gaping sex of the cobra, tongue stretched out to catch a dangling rope of semen.

"Delicious..." Adrasthea purred, kissing the dripping, stretched out lips of Ira's sex, smearing Killer's thick cum all over her features. "It tastes so good, so strong... and gods, the power... the energy in each sperm!"

The goddess arched her back eagerly, muscles flexing with power and bulging out in full definition as her eyes glowed, her tongue snaking up inside Ira and greedily eating up the huge load of cum still leaking out of the cobra. Killer's thick cum was imbued with his energies, and each mouthful fed raw, burning power into the dragokkaren, Adrasthea groaning in delight at the amazing feeling of pure energy flooding into her, making her stronger with each gulp, erasing her tiredness, filling her with hunger, with vigor, heightening her lust.

Killer looked over the two females with a low growl of pleasure, loving Adrasthea's hunger and the way Ira easily dominated her, holding her skull in her hands as she thrust her hips firmly against the dragokkaren's working tongue. He relaxed back against the warmth of Alexis's powerful body, the femme fatale offering her breasts as his pillow as she kissed the side of his neck, her arms wrapped around him so that she could squeeze into his colossal black shaft and jerk him off powerfully, urging more thick blasts of precum out of him. Alcana, Vesta and Manticora took sweet, loving care of the rest of his immense cock, taking turns sucking it, pushing it as deep as they could into their throats, drooling eagerly over the steel-hard flesh as they slurped and licked down the sides of the monstrous shaft, their hands needingly stroking, seizing, squeezing into the massive scepter as they pushed their features against it, cradled it in their breasts, worshiped it in every possible way. The huge male arched his back with a growl of delight, muscles bulging with power as shivers of lust and pure bliss ran down his spine, pleasure flowing through him like electricity and only adding to his hungers and to his power, his energies growing with his lust, as he grinned widely and threw his head back with a hot breath of pleasure washing out of his nostrils as Vesta and Manticora traded places so quickly and with greedy hurry that he barely felt the cool air on the head of his shaft as Vesta pulled back and the zebra kissed her way in, her tongue managing to lick Vesta's lips clean of precum even as it rolled around the male's gigantic member to cradle it as she sealed her lips around the immense girth. In a moment, Vesta was pushing her face between his huge, heavy balls, while Manticora was sucking loudly and gagging wetly as she rocked her head back and forth, diving forwards as far as she could in that position, her hands squeezing into the powerful shaft and jerking on it at the same time.

"It definitely is hard to focus on anything other than you bitches..." Killer acknowledged with a sly grin, his hands easily grasping Vesta and Alcana's heads as the two females slurped on the two sides of his immense length. "So, yes. It sounds like a good idea to put myself to the test like this... plus I'm sure you'd come up with far less pleasant ways to engage me and keep me busy while I enter someone else's mind." Killer said, turning to look flatly at Ira, who only grinned widely and nodded.

"Course' I'd do. And I might still do so if we have time. It is likely that you'll have to fight Shi from both outside and inside of Gaia when it comes to it, with the added complexity of trying not to damage Gaia too much. It'll take a hell of a lot of concentration and control." The cobra replied, even as she slowly walked backwards towards the bed, forcefully holding Adrasthea's face pressed into her sex, the goddess of strategy eagerly crawling forwards with a murr, never breaking contact even as Ira sat down beside Killer, legs spread wide, cum streaking thickly down her muscular thighs. "Holy fucking shit. You pump out so much load..."

"You'll stop leaking. Eventually." Killer teasingly replied, wrapping one huge arm around her shoulders as she leaned against his side with a wide smile on her features.

"I actually don't mind, you know. The fact that I walk with just a wobble bare hours after getting rammed and filled up by you is something to be proud of... and to rub on everyone else's face." Ira murred, grinning as she did just that, thrusting her gaping sex all over Adrasthea's features.

"It takes a goddess to do that..." Alexis added, grinning wide as Vesta glared up from where she was slurping on the base of Killer's goliath cock, fingers twirled into the luscious fur of his crotch. "Hey!"

"Hey what, you demi-slut...?" Ira teased, grinning as she added. "It is true. The ramming I took goes far beyond your limits."

"Bitch." Vesta grumbled, pouting a bit before promising: "You'll see the dicking I'll take when I get my own collar."

"Look forwards to it." Ira agreeably said, licking her lips as Killer laughed a bit and squeezed teasingly on Vesta's skull, promising: "That will be soon, Vesta... and all of you bitches will have a chance to try and ride me to exhaustion."

"I don't even think that's possible, but I sure will love to try." Adrasthea exclaimed, pulling her muzzle back from Ira' gaping sex and licking her cum-soaked muzzle, her eyes glowing with lust as she looked up at Killer, the other females all murring in agreement.

"Good to see you all so motivated... but still, you don't stand a chance." Killer teased, before looking serious as he sighed and added: "I would love to just do it right away at this point... it is clear it is what you want, and I... am not really able to say no to your offer of becoming my Disciples. It is something I crave, myself. But before I do anything else that makes the Council fume with rage, we must go and try to get the senators to reason. We must give peace a chance, see if the civil war can be avoided."

The females listened with attention, fully understanding what he meant, and knowing that, while the chances of a happy outcome were pretty much zero, it was something they absolutely had to try out all the same. After what happened at the Wall, after the fight with Typhon and Michael, after Avalon, after turning Ira into a goddess and claiming her as my Disciple... well. The Council won't like any of that, and Typhon will convince the senators that we are the enemy, and he is the savior. Unless we can speak directly to the senators, they will only hear Typhon's words, and that will only make them more and more hostile.

Killer finally took a look around the whole room as the grim thoughts raced in his mind, and he caught in all the details of the large apartment. His military experience gave him an impressive ability to pick up every relevant info and valuable data from just a quick glance over any location: he had been taught very firmly that he had to be able to exploit any feature of the world around him to his advantage. Vesta's room was quite impressive, since the whole wall to right of the bed was covered in a majestic hardwood structure holding a gigantic collection of weapons, from handguns to the largest of anti-structure sniper rifles, capable to fire heavy, massive rounds that could pierce armored vehicles like cans. The wooden structure arched over the tall door leading into the room, and from the bed Killer could now admire some enormous rifle-cannons, precision weapons firing huge rounds with devastating firepower, strapped to the wall just above the double door.

The wall to the left of the huge canopy bed, instead, was completely covered by a dark library made of hardwood, the ancient, chiseled shelves covered in rows upon rows of huge books. The library only had openings in correspondence of three tall, wide arched windows looking out of the tower. His trained mind instinctively evaluated them as possible escape points in case of danger... but quickly dismissed them as such, since they looked out on the sky, with the clouds far below. It was a big jump from there to the ground, many miles below.

There was a single but large bedside table, covered in books and bottles of liquor and a massive handgun with a heavy, long barrel, and just three pictures on the wall behind the head of the bed: one was a photo - or maybe a spectacularly realistic painting...? I can't even tell for sure! - depicting Vesta and Gabriel in full battle gear, walking between two lines of proud warriors: male Arkangels to the left, and beautiful female Seraphims to the right. Another was a painting of a gigantic black dragon wrecking havoc upon a medieval castle and its helpless defenders, and the final image was one of the pro-Killer propaganda posters that Vicky had drawn and that had been one of the first pleasant things he and Alexis had seen after arriving in Heaven. The sight of it gave Killer a little smile.

The room was huge and welcoming, with a carpet covering most of the wooden floor and an L shaped desk in the corner: Killer couldn't help but smile at the sight of weapons piled up all over one arm of the L, with one heavy, massive four-barrel weapon half-assembled resting upon several sheets of drawings and technical specs, apparently for the same weapon. A half-empty bottle of whiskey, several empty glasses and a few scattered paper cups which had once been filled with coke were abandoned among the pistols and rifles and ammo belts... and in stark contrast, the other half of the desk was covered in ancient, precious books, one of which was open roughly at the middle, while another was being written, the paper still bright white and only half-covered in nicely written words, with a large, colorful quill resting aside.

It was one memento of the curious double nature of Vesta: genial and scholarly, and yet cheerful, lustful, disorderly and always ready for a brawl, for slutty, hard, vicious sex and for bloodshed. It was a contrast that Killer loved... and that, admittedly, made her a very non-standard angel. No wonder that her relationship with the Heavenly Council had always been quite stormy, even before the council went completely bad following the directions of Typhon. The senators sitting in the council were very rigid, unyielding traditionalists, grown up with the firm belief that Heaven was perfect and was meant to rule upon it all... and Vesta had never fitted their idea of leader of the heavenly warriors. But back then, Lord God Elelyon was still sitting in the highest chair, and he had always been supportive to her, as well as being a stabilizing force which ensured the Council's arrogance would not bring to conflict with Hell and with the Mortal Plane. God had not created the Underworld and the Mortal Plane to serve as slave-worlds to Heaven, like the Council way too often seemed to like thinking. The worlds had been shaped to all have their own dignity, laws and purposes. Elelyon had tried to teach that concept to the Senators, always... but they had never really wanted to listen. They claimed they were the most loyal servants of God, but they did not listen to him with sincerity: what they always did was exploit the fact that Lord God sat among them, to attribute to themselves an importance, a holiness and a superiority that they did not really have and that they certainly did not deserve.

Now that Typhon filled the chair of Lord God, things of course had changed radically for the worse, and the death of Gabriel was no doubt going to add more issues. Gabriel had always been appreciated by the senators, and he had exploited his influence to help Vesta nudge the Council in the right direction as much as possible. If Typhon hadn't yet been able to fully get the Council to march to his tune, it was due to Gabriel giving voice to his and Vesta's concern with astute, tactful diplomacy.

Now, without his voice and recognized authority, Vesta was alone in front of hostile senators who considered her more fitting of Hell than of Heaven, perfectly happy to ignore her eons of sterling and impeccable service and loyalty to God to listen instead to the mellow proclaims of Typhon, that had once been God's worst enemy, but that Elelyon had spared after their ancient fight, in the night of times. God had welcomed Typhon as a prodigal son, hoping to erase the darkness in him over time... and Typhon had played his cards well, gaining the trust of God until he was put at the head of the Council. When God had left Heaven for his solitary battle, about which he told very little even to Vesta and Gabriel, Elelyon entrusted Typhon with the role of Ruling Prince in his absence.

But Typhon, in the deep, hadn't really changed. He had adapted his methods and camouflaged his darkness, but he had not abandoned his ambitions of taking over entirely.

Typhon, unfortunately, was the kind of Lord God that the Senators had always wished for. Typhon's speeches in the Council always focused on how good and superior Heaven was, and went on to magnify the role of the Senators in shaping the future of all worlds and planes, because, of course, paradise was the home of God and thus the only rightful guide. The power of words, deceitfulness and cajolery! They were messages that drifted far away from the actual intentions and teachings of God... but they were what the Senators wanted to hear. Typhoon used nice words to put them all on tall pedestals... and they eagerly followed him and supported his actions, actually putting him on a throne from which he'd soon rule undisputed, eventually crushing the senators themselves once they stopped being useful.

The death of Gabriel at the Wall had played right into his hand... His absurd "no-retreat" order, when it was obvious that the battle was lost, was no doubt meant specifically to lead to the killing of all the angels and Seraphims. But, thankfully, Vesta and a still significant proportion of Heaven's regular army had survived with the help of Killer.

Had it gone like Typhon wanted, the faithful guards of Heaven would have all died at the Wall. The resulting crisis would have sent the Council into complete panic, and it would have been easy for him to obtain special, unlimited powers over Heaven to "save Paradise from disaster". With an official investiture, he would have had absolute, uncontested authority... and with the parallel army of clones that he has been serial producing, forming new divisions of Paladins each day, he would have consolidated his position forever, fought back Hell's invasion, and eventually enslaved the Underworld itself, and the Mortal Plane in a row.

"Kimera and I told Lord God more than once that Typhon had not changed. That our father was not the right candidate for the role of ruling prince... But Lord God has always been way too kind, to each and everyone. He had handed out second, third, even fourth chances. He said that Typhon had been a good secretary, a good help, if a bit arrogant and ambitious. He told us to have faith, and to help our father along." Manticora bitterly remembered. She was the daughter of Typhon, but she rarely made any mention of it: he had been a vicious, demanding and abusive master to her and her sister Kimera. Never, not even once, he had behaved like an actual dad should.

"We were not thrilled at the suggestion... and sure enough, it became quickly evident that there was no way to keep our Father in check in any way." Manticora continued, making a grimace and tilting her head to the side, glaring out of the window. "As soon as Lord God was gone, in fact, Typhon got so much worse. He no longer needed to hide... and things became just hellish at home. I cut the final links to my family back then... and Kimera actually decided to break the links with Heaven as a whole too, and found a way out and into Hell."

"In a way or another, we will stop him." Ira promised, and Manticora nodded slightly before sliming a little, suggesting: "If he will be present at the Senate when you two go there... if the senators don't want to listen, we could just kill the ugly bastard."

Killer and Alexis traded a glance, a bit uncertain about how to reply, since Typhon was always her father... but it was very clear that Manticora gave no value to that relationship. She had never wanted to tell the story in the detail, but she had made clear that life at home with her father had been a nightmare, and with all what he did afterwards, including trying to condemn them all to death in a useless, absurd stand to the last man in the Meadows, any mercy she might have had for him had crumbled away.

"You know, we'd love to..." Vesta finally said, hesitating a little still, before she simply admitted: "But we almost certainly won't get the chance. After getting his arms torn off by Killer last time, something tells me that he will stay in hiding as long as he doesn't feel strong enough to accept a fight. He is a bastard, but not a stupid."

"No, unfortunately he isn't." Manticora agreed, looking sulky. "No doubts he is fuming and raging about being beaten to a pulp... but he won't rush out of hiding to get revenge before he comes up with a plan, and some kind of enhancement for himself."

"At the very least, he'll go for mecha-magical replacements for his arms, and will try to stuff as many weapons, armor and power cores as he can into the limbs and all over his body." Alexis calmly said, her eyes cold and focused. "He almost certainly has access to the same kind of technology and dark magic which built Sikanjal. If there is any Soulstone left unused, he'll want to get those."

"Yes, I'm afraid that is a given. Now he knows all too well that I'm stronger than him, by far... he will pull all the strings he can, in order to change that again." Killer said, before making a grimace as he muttered: "I made the worst possible decision the other day... I shouldn't have beaten him and Michael so badly. I should have left them believing they could still boss me around. Drive them back somehow, without a full fight... Now they can just hide and prepare a new, worse attack, and in the meantime cry before the council, and make sure the senators see me as a criminal. I should have avoided the clash, or otherwise go ahead all the way and kill them when I had the chance. I chose the middle ground, and got the worst end of both deals."

"With hindsight, yes." Adrasthea gently said, taking his hand in hers and giving his massive shaft a soft kiss. "But their attack was shameless, cowardly and unacceptable, and I don't think there was any way to drive them back without a full fight. And anyway, it is not all your fault: we were there, and we did not provide the suggestions the moment called for. It's a mistake we made all together... and all together we will fix it."

"There really wasn't a good outcome in reach, I'm afraid." Vesta agreed, her hand still stroking along his immense length, her breasts cradling the huge shaft as she looked up at him with affection. "Avoiding the fight wasn't possible... and killing the bastards would have put us in front of a very angry Council, which would just declare war on us right away."

"They are still going to be very angry. And Typhon will still be there, able to mislead them and puppet them. There are very little chances to avoid the civil war in Heaven. If there even are any." Killer bitterly observed, making a grimace... but he hugged Vesta with an arm, and bent forwards to kiss her hair, giving her a loving smile. "But that's how things are, at this point. We'll do all we can to contain the damage."

"We might have something to show to the Council to back our warnings, at least... If Typhon's actions in the last few days aren't enough, the use of clones controlled with synaptic computers ought to shake the senators, no...? It goes against all of Heaven's laws." Ira firmly said, looking towards Vesta's desk, and Killer followed her gaze to see a Spirit collar, the synaptic device which hooked into the nervous system of the clones to give them an artificial intelligence and experience of battle which could turn an empty, mass-produced shell into a sly, expert veteran warrior in bare moments.

Ira had torn a complete Spirit system out of one clone during the battle on the island of Avalon, and she had handed it over to Vesta and the others when she and Killer had stopped by Eaglenest earlier.

"Yes, we do have that horror story to tell and that computer system to show as proof..." Vesta said, turning towards the desk and looking thoughtful. "I've disassembled it, and studied it in most of its parts while you two were away fucking the Fourth Sky into a cum-sea mess." She grinned at the thought, licking her lips slowly before regaining her composure as she continued with a serious voice: "An amazing and very advanced device, to say the least. It zapped me, tried to burn me, tried to ice me over, and generally tried to strike me dead as I forced the shell open, but I'm way too tough for a damn computer system." She smiled with seraphic amusement as she recalled how the self-protection system built into that advanced variant of the Spirit device had tried to kill her, shrugging the assault off and instead grinning widely as she explained: "It was well worth the struggle. Inside, it is full of seriously wonderful tech. The neural connections are incredibly advanced, years ahead of anything I had seen before. The system has a huge memory bank containing a crapload of tactical experience and combat knowledge: it tried to erase itself when I got to it, but I managed to salvage a part of the database, and it is immense. The memories of thousands of soldiers and warriors and real Paladins have been digitalized and compiled into a reactive data system. There is also an actual artificial intelligence core, with ultra-fast processors, which make the best use of the database to elaborate complex tactics, suggest elaborate attacks, and guide the body in amazing movements and feats of power which simply would not be possible without the computers at the helm. Besides, the AI core, once installed into the clone, has the ability to "learn" from new action, and expands the database, not just in the single clone, but, thanks to a data link, in a central server located gods know where, so that all clones can be updated in almost real time."

"So they will only grow stronger, faster and more tactically and strategically apt as time goes on." Ira muttered, making a grimace. "Not good."

"Definitely not." Vesta agreed, before turning back to Killer, looking into his eyes as she added: "For what I know of the Spirit system you told me about, I can say there are huge differences between the two systems. This one is far more advanced, and adds magic to technology to achieve even greater expansions to the capabilities of the host subject... but of course, the concept is the same, and there definitely is a core tech of advanced mortal technology at the base of this device. It is a derivative product... and while there's technically a chance that Typhon might have just copied the RA's stuff without having contacts with them, I guess we must read this as a confirmation that your mysterious enemies on the mortal plane and Typhon's faction are collaborating actively."

"Fantastic. So we can expect to see hordes of clones fitted with this Evolved Spirit appearing in the Mortal Plane as well. That will make everything even more complicated." Killer grumbled, before pausing as his gaze moved again over the massive, four-barreled rifle partially assembled and laying on the desk, near the pieces of the Spirit. "But what about that one, Vesta? Have you been experimenting...?"

The queen of Seraphims beamed visibly at that, grinning widely and nodding as she gazed fondly over the weapon, explaining: "I found Alexis's guns fascinating from the very first moment... firing the bullets with an electrical pulse, removing all mechanical parts and thus all the main sources of failures and jamming, is a brilliant idea. I'm just scaling it up, from four-barrel handguns to a big-ass four-barreled grenade rifle. Once I complete it, that thing will blast out true eruptions of pain: I'm using high caliber multi-effect rounds with a depleted uranium penetrator body, an high-explosive/fragmentation core with a delayed fuze for detonation only after penetrating deep into the target, and a zirconium ring in the back for incendiary effects. And I'm developing special payload sections to replace the HE and Zirconium when needed: I've developed molten silver envelopes to kill off demonic beasts such as werewolves, and a powerful phosphorescent chemical filling which is like liquid sunlight, to deal maximum damage onto vampiric mutations. If only I could somehow fill the rounds up with Unworld essence...! But that stuff can't be contained. Everything it touches is destroyed and absorbed."

"We were working on that kind of special ammunition back home..." Killer observed, and Alexis squeezed him gently around the waist from behind, leaning her head over her shoulder as she nodded and explained: "Indeed, I've helped her put these rounds together using the plans we used back home. We managed to fix several problems, and these rounds, I believe, will work perfectly. We'll have to bring some home; I get the feeling that our troops will have plenty of chances to use them."

"Yeah..." Killer tiredly agreed, making a bit of a grimace, before smiling to Vesta and congratulating the girls for their hard work during his absence. They had done a phenomenal amount of work in less than a day, and that was very impressive. Then he took a breath and rolled his shoulders slowly, flexing a little and trying to clear out his mind as much as possible, firming up the control over his body, trying to muffle out the shivers of hot, burning delight as the goddesses and girls continued to worship his body and urge him towards release. "I think it is time to get some training in... and I know how we can make the training even more realistic, by using a target who will fight back to the full extent of his possibilities, as well as the... distraction... that you provide so well."

The females traded gazes of predatory amusement at that, Ira growling a little as she grinned widely, giving a little nod as the voiced the thought that had crossed all minds in the room: "Torques. I love how you think."

Killer shrugged a bit, looking amused as he replied: "That way he can prove useful for something, at least. And I can begin to punish him for his crimes. Where is he...?"

"We threw him in a deep cell into the western bastion after you dropped him here." Vesta idly replied, before grinning widely as she asked: "Should I order to bring him here?"

"Thanks, but I think I can do that." Killer said with a sly smile, before looking at the floor and focusing, closing his eyes as he mentally reached out for the energy signatures he felt all around him, all across the vast monastery, until he found the right person... and when he opened his eyes, Torques was standing in the exact spot he had chosen, the eagle turning from side to side and looking confused and shocked at the sudden change of scenery, his arms held up above his head, crossed, evidently from having been chained until barely a blink before.

The Inquisitor had been stripped of what remained of his thick armor and of the black robes he had been wearing beneath the plates, leaving the muscular eagle almost naked, only given the grace of a simple white loincloth. The eagle's body was terribly marked by deep, burned-out wounds where Killer's energy chains had bitten deep into his body, down to the bone, incandescent and sharp, cutting tremendous gashes all over his toned frame, once handsome and powerful. His neck was still bleeding, streaks of red staining his chest as the spiked manacle he had once used to torture Diana now remained where Killer had placed it: sealed around his throat, as a cruel, punishing collar which sent long, sharp spikes biting deep into his flesh.

He no longer had any of the many jewels and gold rings that had adorned his toes and fingers and neck. His white feathered head was caked in snot and blood and was ravaged by Killer's earlier blows, one of his eyes swollen and blackened and almost completely closed, but the other burning still with arrogance and hate, even as the Inquisitor visibly shivered in fear at the sight of Killer.

"Why am I here...? Why no chains...?" Torques grumbled, and Alexis snorted in amusement at that, looking at her claws idly as she flexed her massive musculature slightly, saying calmly: "Chains? Do you think you are any threat to us...? You think we need chains to keep you in check...?"

"Big mistake." Killer coldly said, and Ira's eyes flashed with mischief as the new goddess sent out a shockwave of tremendous force which slapped the eagle back against the solid wooden door, a terrible force wrapping around the Inquisitor's throat and lifting him up like a doll, making him gargle and choke loudly, his legs kicking out wildly, before these too were seized into a visible, vice-like hold, energy crackling around his limbs as his legs were pulled brutally out to the sides, his arms also getting stretched out.

"I can rip you apart without even needing to tear my fingers away from his mega cock." Ira teased, grinning predatorily as her hands stroked up and down the immense length of Killer's shaft, the goddess's mouth wide open as she dragged her tongue slowly up the side of the huge male's member.

The other females snorted in dark amusement at that, their eyes glowing as they glared at Torques, looking him in the eye while they took slow, worshipful licks over the goliath cock, teasing the godlike shaft with their large, firm breasts.

Ira allowed her force to drop Torques unceremoniously to the floor, and he fell hard on his ass, grunting and spluttering loudly, his breath rasping out of his crushed throat as he glared at them with hate, his expression one of shock and rage as his gaze went from one female to the other, and finally to Killer's grinning face. The Inquisitor repressed shivers of fury and distaste at the sight, coughing hard and panting as he recovered from the vicious chokehold he had suffered, before he snarled: "Fools! You are all sinners, demons of lust poisoning and polluting the perfection of Heaven!" He trembled in his rage as he pointed a finger to Adrasthea and Alcana, shouting: "And you! You are the worst, you are just traitorous bitches! Two goddesses of the Circle, two of the closest councilors of God, reduced to acting like drooling, shameless whores! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Traitorous bitches, you say...?" Adrasthea commented, shrugging as he pulled her lips back from the gigantic shaft, squeezing it instead in her hand, jerking furiously on the gigantic member as her long tongue darted over the thick rim of the huge, fat head. "If you want to see what a real traitorous bitch is like, wait until your wife sees this big bad male in the flesh, and see how the bitch crawls to him begging!" The goddess teased, and Vesta grinned with a whistle of appreciation, before pushing her tongue into the large, huge cumslit of Killer's cock, tasting his thick precum at the very source, lapping it up greedily while gazing mockingly at the Inquisitor from over her shoulder, the massive liger cock cradled over her huge, firm breasts.

"We will show these big, bad, powerful balls to your daughters, and you'll see how much of whores they turn at the sight, and how low they will go just to be allowed to sniff up his scent..." Manticora teased, sloppily kissing one gargantuan, impossible testicle as she pushed her features into the male's leathery, strong sac, licking it hungrily and loudly inhaling the air made thick and strong-tasting by the male's powerful scent.

"That old cunt of your mother would do the worst things just to get a sniff in, loser." Alcana growled, her eyes glowing with mischief even as her cheeks blushed. Killer snorted in amusement at her words, looking down at her with a grin, surprised and turned on at the same time as the dragoness smiled at him with a cute hesitation... before taking courage in his evident pleasure as licked and lapped and slurped her way up along the side of the long, immense shaft before looking at Torques, right in the eyes, her expression full of pride as she let him stare at the thick layer of cum and precum and drool splattered all over her features and over her breasts. "I know it well... I'm the only cheating whore in the group. I'm cheating on the God of War, and licking Killer's precum off the floor is countless times more rewarding that anything my puny husband could ever give me."

"Hear, hear!" Vesta cackled, grinning predatorily as Alcana smirked and added: "And you, Torques, are nothing compared to the God of War."

"You... you whores! You filthy, sinful monsters!" Torques barked, looking shocked as his eyes bulged in fury. "You know no shame, enemies of the Holy Heaven!"

Ira turned to the Inquisitor with a wide, predatory grin, licking her lips as she walked towards him, flexing and unflexing her right hand, muscles bulging with power in her strong arm as energy crackled around it, her new, godlike power barely contained as she glared down at the eagle, towering above him in all her glory. "You are shrieking a little too much, bitch... I became a goddess a few hours ago, and I feel like grinding a planet into dust in my hand, just because I can. Don't tease me into punching you out of existence instead." The cobra said, bending forwards to look the eagle into the eyes, her eyes glowing with amusement and lust as she held her hand out and pointed her index at the Inquisitor, a lightning blast of pure power crackling out of her claw and smashing into Torques like a train, ramming him back with a shriek as smoke came out of his mouth and nostrils, many of his feathers catching on fire as he collapsed on his ass.

"Should I be ashamed of this, doormat...?" Ira teased, grinning widely as she settled her booted foot on Torques's face, pressing her steel sole into his features, her high, sharp heel forced into his mouth as he groaned in pain and shock. "I don't think so..." The cobra whispered, twisting her foot over his body, wiping her sole over his chest, tearing deep, bleeding gashes in his flesh as she stepped forwards again, to stand rightly above him, her legs spread wide as she leisurely thrust four fingers up her stretched-out, gaping sex, teasing herself and panting softly as her thumb flicked her soaked clit. "Should I be ashamed of how wide I gape, you think...?" She sighed hungrily, looking over her shoulder and caressing the monstrous black shaft with her gaze. "Again, I don't think so. It is a mark of honor, and a blessing..."

Torques turned her head despite himself, unable to look away, panting hard as he gazed straight up along the long, powerful legs of the goddess, staring at her wide-open sex, at her fingers moving slowly in and out, his eyes widening at the sight of a thick, heavy rope of potent cum which leaked out of her and slowly lengthened, dangling between her thighs, swelling and growing heavier and drawing closer to his face. "Here it comes, you bitch..." Ira said, grinning as she twisted her fingers inside her sex, burying them as deep as she could, and she flexed her muscular abdomen, firm abs bulging with power as a thick burst of hot, potent cum squelched out around her hand, swelling the rope and making it easily ten times bigger. Only the thick, sticky, dense nature of the vigorous cum kept it from breaking, and Torques moaned in despair as thick, heavy droplets splashed heavily on his face and the thick rope dangled inches away from his muzzle. His eyes widened as he clearly saw massive, strong sperms swimming around in the thick cum, and he tried to scramble away with a whine of fear and shock, but the goddess easily pinned him to the floor with a lazy pressure of her foot, laughing as she thrust her fingers in and out faster and harder, her hips thrusting idly against her own hand before she gave a hot groan of pleasure and tore her hand out of her sex, her strong, muscular body flexing as a thick splatter of Killer's cum flooded out of her, mixed with powerful squirts of her pearly, hot orgasm nectar.

Torques howled in horror as a huge cascade of Killer's cum rushed down on him, before he tried to shut his eyes and mouth, shrinking in his shoulders as the thick, hot semen splattered loudly all over his face and chest, mixed with lighter but strong jets of her orgasm juices, the eagle choking as the thick cum filled his nostrils and mouth, a flood of heavy, dense semen rolling down over all his face and chest and onto the floor, soaking him entirely, as countless huge, godly sperms moved against his skin, making him shiver in shock and distaste at that indignity.

"Feel the power and size of that sperm, you little whore...! Watch in awe at Killer's virile power!" Ira ordered, snarling her words through groans of bliss as she thrust hard into her sex, riding the last waves of her powerful orgasm.

Torques was scared and horrified, yet he could not tear his eyes away from the cobra's dark pussy, her black-fleshed lips still gaping wide with how much Killer had stretched them out. Her lips were huge, dragged out by the gigantic shaft of Killer, his monstrous girth having pulled her sex out, made her labia loose, her fingers sliding easily in and out of her as her clear nectar squirted out powerfully, the heavy cum of the huge male gushing out in thick, heavy splatters. Torques could only imagine the glory of the fucking which had battered Ira so powerfully, and as he stared upwards, he couldn't help but feel a fearful, shocked veneration for the thick, potent cum caking his face, and for the ridiculously huge sperms in it, which were simply unmatched by anyone else.

Ira finally stepped back, panting lightly and licking her lips in delight as she walked back to Killer, hugging him from the side, and Alexis nuzzled her with a grin, seizing her hand and pulling it up to her lips, licking and suckling her fingers clean of her juices and of Killer's cum. "That was nice, babe..." Alexis commented, licking her lips and looking amused as she gazed over Torques, who now was trying to sit up, coughing loudly and vomiting out thick mouthfuls of cum as he tried to scoop the semen off his face, pushing handfuls of thick sperm off his features with a snarl of frustrated, impotent fury, mixed with infinite envy and a guilty, horrified excitement that was almost veneration in front of such a display of superior power.

He spluttered and trembled, horrified at his own hesitations and at the envy he felt, forcing insults out of his mouth even as his mind filled with much different thoughts and images. "You... you monsters...! Worse than demons, completely corroded by sin!"

"You have no right to give patents of righteousness, little man." Killer coldly stated, his eyes glowing with cold, murderous anger as he looked down at the eagle, who visibly shrunk back under that gaze. "You are a coward, a maggot who jumped at the chance to become an Inquisitor so you could play your cruel, insane games in the light of the day, and even get praised for them. You think I didn't recognize the sadistic pleasure on your ugly face, as you experimented with the worst tortures over Diana...? You vermin, Diana is more of an angel than you could ever dream to be. And you dare making accusations! Inquisitors shouldn't even exist in Heaven: you loons are just a sick idea of Typhon."

Torques recoiled visibly at that, his beak opening and closing a few times without him managing to formulate much of a counter, before his eyes narrowed as he hissed: "Yeah, Typhon is our master. And he will come for me, he will come with my brothers Inquisitors, and with armies of Paladins, and the might of Heaven will crush you all!"

"You are not just a useless wimp, you are also a clueless idiot." Manticora snorted, looking darkly amused as she shook her head and gave the eagle a look which was heavy with contempt and distaste, her eyes traveling up his body and sizing him up and making it very evident to him that she was not at all impressed. "If you put your hopes in Typhon, you are a fool. My godawful father is not going to lose a single instant thinking of you and your fate. You are as expendable as you could be. He'll just replace you, and it'll be like you never even were there."

Torques hesitated at this, gaping as he looked over Manticora, as if to try and find a reason not to trust her words, but not finding any, before he turned to the side with a gulp as Alexis stepped in: "But mind you. We do hope he and his friends come. Let them come, we wait with open arms." The goddess teasingly said, grinning predatorily from over Killer's shoulder as she added: "If your "master" comes out of hiding, with all his friends in tow, he'll just make us a favor. So we can tear them apart all in one go."

"Not true, not true, not true...!" Torques howled, but his voice shaken and his breath coming out in messy panting as he gazed desperately from side to side, seeking a way out of that nightmare, but not finding any. "Stop it, stop... stop telling lies!" Torques trembled, then gritted his sharp teeth and clicked his deadly beak, leaping to his feet and yelling in rage as he charged straight towards Killer, shouting: "I'll tear you apart!"

Killer snorted with contempt at that, and only pulled up one heavy, strong foot, lazily punting the eagle back and sending Torques crashing backwards with a grunt of pain and shock as the liger snickered and softly said: "Tell it to the toe, bitch."

The females around him cackled, looking down at Torques with mocking amusement as Alexis gave a little whistle of appreciation, teasingly observing: "Ohhh, that must hurt, doesn't it...? Flicked back like the little speck of dirt you are." She paused, then laughed loudly as she took another long look at the Inquisitor, teasing mercilessly: "Plus, you have no idea how ridiculous you look, spitting out threats while completely caked in Killer's cum, blowing bubbles in it as you scream."

Torques actually had a pretty good idea of how ridiculous and humiliating it was, and so the eagle only snarled, fists clenched in pure rage and hate, trembling in his fury as he felt the gaze of those beautiful goddesses and females all over him, all of their looks charged with derision, belittling him, crushing him into the ground almost in a physical way. Torques was a male first and foremost: he obviously wasn't insensible to the sight of those beautiful, powerful females, their bodies full of life, beauty and strength, their huge breasts proud and firm on their chests, their eyes glowing with lust, their features covered in thick cum... His body was burning with desire, but at the same time, he was shivering in cold shame and uncontrollable rage, as the mighty females only laughed of him, dripping in cum that wasn't his, and never would be. He was excited, his heart thrumming in his chest as his hot breath washed out in pants out of his gaping jaws, a little bit of drool beginning to leak from the corners of his mouth as his eyes moved up along Ira's legs, from her beautiful feet, with the long, sharp talons well exposed by her open-toe lace boots, up to massive calves sculpted in diamond, and up further, to her thunderous thighs, glorious in their feminine beauty and fearsome in their massive muscle mass. Vesta's own long legs were powerful and enchanting, and Alexis's were unmatched, longer and stronger and just flat-out divine, the leather laces and steel rings of her boots straining over bulging muscles which could turn a galaxy into dust with a lazy flex.

Torques couldn't help himself as Alexis, aware of his astonished admiration, spread her legs wide and slowly distended them, muscles flexing and bulging with tremendous power and glorious sizes, the leather groaning audibly as it was stretched wide.

The eagle let out a trembling, muffled groan, his cheeks reddening furiously under the coating of Killer's precum as his dick flexed hard, and he came, shamefully spewing out a few volleys of his semen, staining the inside of his loincloth and only making him even more embarrassed and scared. He panted, horrified of having had such a sudden, uncontrollable release, and worried by the fact that he wasn't getting hard. Despite his climax, his member was softer than he had ever been in his life, his penis actually shrinking up and retreating towards his crotch, his balls feeling empty, tiny and useless as he gaped at the glory of Killer's own impossible, godlike virility.

Torques couldn't tear his eyes off the display of power and vigor in front of him: the goddesses dripping with need and eagerly bathing in Killer's essence, and the giant male liger himself, who easily dominated and controlled them all, his presence crushing them all into submission, his maleness the center of the universe for each of those glorious, beautiful females.

They were completely ignoring him, now, and Torques felt humiliation and shame at this, glaring at Killer with fury and envy as the giant liger got the divine females kneeling before him, their mouths hungrily open, their tongues extended in welcome, as the huge male seized them by the skull and fucked their faces with brutal, dominant force, treating their precious, godly faces like just another hole to bust and punish. He could hear the wet, messy slosh of each thrust, his ears filled with the choking and gagging and greedy slurping of the females as they sucked on the gigantic black shaft, and with the wet sounds of the girls' fingers thrusting hard into their soaked, dripping pussies.

The goddesses were giving him the shoulders, not even bothering to laugh of him... and Killer never once looked at him. He didn't even bother checking on his prisoner. Torques trembled at that, all too aware of what it meant: he was meaningless. He could no nothing. He couldn't start a fight with those titans. He couldn't try to escape, he would have been crushed like a bug in the space of a blink. He was insignificant, utterly irrelevant, hopelessly powerless: he could only curl up in his corner and stare at Killer as he had his fun, praying that he would be forgotten entirely.

On the other hand, as his eyes moved once more down Alexis's mighty, long legs, he could only gape, his tongue lolling out stupidly as his mind wondered what it would be like to try and stand up and fight, only to be smashed into the ground by those amazing legs... how it would be to be crushed under the goddess's boot, how her muscles would flex and bulge with power above him as her heel pierced into his flesh and bone, unstoppable, invincible, so utterly superior.

"Oh, her thigh flexing... bulging huge and powerful... as she crushes me like a bug..."

Torques scrambled with a whimper as his thoughts suddenly boomed in the room, spoken in his voice, even though he had his lips shut, and he gazed nervously from side to side, trembling as he tried to understand what had happened, before he shrunk in his shoulders like a scolded pet as Killer's laughter boomed in the room. "Ohh, yeah, wimp...! You are a good little sucker for Alexis's legs, aren't you, bitch-boy...?" He paused, holding out a hand and smiling as Alexis pulled one leg high up, slowly distending it fully so that all of her mighty musculature flexed and bulged in full definition as Killer adoringly took her leg in his hand and bent forwards to take a long, loving lick up the side of a glorious, massive calf. "Then again, who isn't...?"

"Cute." Alexis teased, grinning widely down at the trembling eagle as the other females laughed loudly. "I suggest dust, however. You are less than a bug to me, you little whore.

"Yes... it's true..." Torques's voice said, even as the eagle tried to look away from her, taking his head in his hands and curling up as if he could hold his thoughts into his skull... but she was a force he couldn't hope to confront.

"I can't... please, stop... you are too strong..." The voice once more spoke, and Alexis grinned, closing her eyes as she relaxed and arched her back a little, loving how Killer lovingly licked her muscular, beautiful leg.

"Yes, bitch... you have no idea how much..." The goddess breathed, before holding one arm out, grinning as she flexed and her bicep bulged explosively, massive and full of power, her brutal force so extreme that, even with that lazy, teasing movement, reality around her arm trembled and warped, as discharges of raw power crackled loudly around her immense musculature.

"Oh, fuck...!" Torques's inner voice screamed, and the eagle visibly trembled, his eyes open wide and fixed on the barbed wire tattoo on her huge bicep, gaping and drooling at the sight of such unstoppable might. His penis still couldn't get hard for some reason, yet it ached with lust and need, flexing painfully as he had another orgasm, the largest he ever experienced, and yet the most depressing, as his shriveled, soft cock soaked itself in his semen, unable to even achieve an erection.

Alexis laughed, her eyes glowing with lust and dark, merciless amusement as Vesta laid down onto the bed and hugged her massive arm with a low growl of pleasure, squeezing into the huge, mighty muscle, licking over it in worship, as she pulled her own powerful, glorious legs up, grinning widely as she saw Torques shiver in fearful lust at the sight of those thick, strong calves and invincible thighs.

"What should we be ashamed off, huh, you bug...?" Alexis teased, licking her lips slowly as she leisurely fondled her own huge, firm breast, abs flexing with pure, immeasurable power, as she held out her other arm and Alcana and Adrasthea purred as they massaged over the powerful muscle, licking over the massive bicep, while Manticora kneeled between the empress's legs and pushed her muzzle against Alexis's black fleshed sex, her hot breath washing over black labia which gleamed with nectar of pleasure and desire, her tongue flicking slowly and worshipfully at the goddess's clit.

Killer towered over the mighty females, slapping his gargantuan black shaft down over Alexis's huge breasts, the goddess purring as she ground her face against the side of the monstrous black shaft, her long, forked black tongue stretching eagerly out of her mouth and then sliding slowly around Killer's hot flesh. Torques gaped in shock as that demonic, delightful tongue wrapped around the thick girth once, then twice, then thrice, the forked end lapping and teasing at the large, yawning cumslit on top of the huge cock, scooping up every precious drop of potent precum.

Torques's whole body spasmed violently as he had another powerful orgasm, his flaccid cock clenching painfully as it spewed out every last bit of semen it could, at the sight of that otherworldly tongue squeezing into the huge cock and sliding up and down, making the huge male growl in bliss, Killer closing his eyes for a moment as he kept licking the strong, huge muscles of Alexis's long, perfect leg.

"Please, please, please... let me serve you... let me do all you want for you... you are so beautiful and so strong... so fucking strong..." Torques's voice whined, begged, panted, his thoughts read out of his mind aloud and in his own voice, making the eagle curl up on himself in shame, even as he looked on towards Alexis's enchanting body, drool hanging from his lips in thin ropes.

The goddess laughed darkly at that, grinning and flexing her distended legs with a low purr of delight as Killer kissed the profile of her bulging muscle, his fingers tracing and massaging down the sculpted profiles of mountains of power and deep valleys of strength as she flexed and relaxed her leg, leisurely enjoying his love and her own power.

"The only one who's ashamed here is you, worthless sissy boy." Alexis hissed, arching her back with a breath of pleasure as Manticora pushed her tongue inside her, taking slow, hungry laps at her labia.

"Yes... it is true, goddess..." The eagle admitted, this time speaking directly, his eyes dropping down to stare at the floor, his gaze lost into a thick puddle of Killer's precum, his lips trembling as he tried to grasp the immensity of the splatter of precum all over the room, and the goliath size of the sperms moving in it. "Gods... what is your actual cumshot like...?" The eagle bitterly wondered, feeling completely crushed and outmatched, as Killer only gave a snort of amusement, the females laughing among them, before the inquisitor sobbed and begged impulsively: "Please, goddess, be merciful... let me be a slave to you... I will do all I can to prove I can serve you, that I can please you somehow, even if I'm small and weak... please..."

Alexis snorted in dark amusement at that, grinning as she dragged her tongue up the underside of Killer's gigantic shaft, her hand seizing into the monstrous girth and stroking the male's immensity eagerly, milking a thick, enormous blast of precum out of him, growling in delight as the thick, potent male essence fired through the room and splattered heavily over her breasts and face, covering her muzzle in virility.

"What could we ever want from you, pathetic bug, when you see by yourself how much our Master has to give...?" Alexis coldly asked, while greedily smearing the thick precum all over her features, her saturated hands then sliding down over her breasts, pushing the proud swells together as she streaked thick male essence all over herself, even as she swallowed hungrily a whole load more. "You aren't even worthy to suck my heels." The goddess added, trading a lustful grin with Killer, the huge male nodding slightly and urging her on and her eyes flashing with merciless delight as she growled: "In fact, let's see how ashamed you truly are, bitch-boy..."

Torques gasped at that, his eyes going wide with fear and an humiliated sob escaping his beak as he seized into his simple, dirty loincloth, pushing it compulsively down, covering himself as best he could, imagining what was about to happen... but there was nothing he could do to stop Alexis as the goddess leaned lazily back, her eyes glowing sapphire as an enormous, invincible force seized into Torques's arms, making him scream as his bones cracked and his feathers and skin were burned, fizzling and smoldering like a steak on a grill, his limbs effortlessly torn off his crotch and pushed out wide. His loincloth was torn off his waist immediately after, and Torques whined pathetically, trying to rub his thighs together to hide his shrunken, shriveled member, his testicles feeling far smaller than they'd normally be, and squishing together like empty, thin bags, making him tremble in fear, as it felt like even the already horribly outmatched virility he possessed was literally vanishing in front of Killer's obscene, unfair, excessive power. The presence of Killer's goliath member was a crushing burden on his mind: it felt like that gargantuan black shaft, monstrously thick and so unbelievably enormous, and those immense testicles, were crushing him into the floor with their superior, unbelievable mass.

Torques trembled with a groan of despair as Killer laughed and stood up from the bed, leisurely stroking his gigantic cock and turning face to face with the avian male, casting the inquisitor into his shadow. The eagle whined loudly and tried to scamper back away from that shadow which felt as heavy as a cloak of dark steel, his eyes bulging in shock at the glory of the huge male towering above him, a mountain of muscle and virility.

"Fucking hell, how fucking huge he is... why he got so much, and me so little... Fuck, look at that...! So damn immense...!" Torques's thoughts echoed loud and clear into the room, the goddesses snickering with cruel amusement and watching on in delight at the obscenely one-sided comparison... before Torques cried out weakly as his dirty loincloth floated up near his face, opened and showing the thin ropes of his cum caked on the inside.

"He's been enjoying it." Alcana teased, grinning mercilessly as she made fun of the inquisitor, her eyes looking mildly over the messy loincloth. "He came thrice in a matter of minutes... just by looking."

Ira snorted dismissively, walking forwards with a grin, the seductive swaying of her hips and her graceful steps capturing the trembling eagle's attention like a magnet would capture iron dust. "This wimp here is a sucker. I can make him cum again in ten seconds flat..."

Torques gulped as she came closer, towering above him in all her glory, his eyes drawn to her sharp, long talons, her perfect foot, and up a leg that was long and muscular, full of power... and Ira flexed her thigh once, then relaxed the mighty muscle, then flexed again, massaging over the shifting mountains of power bulging out with each little movement. The eagle couldn't take that display, and at the third flex let out a breathless moan as his little dick flexed and spewed out a single, watery volley of cum, followed by mere drops, the member flexing again and again for several seconds but having nothing else to give.

"What a misery, bitch..." The cobra goddess muttered, looking at him with contempt, cruel amusement burning in her emerald eyes as she looked down at the dejected male, before seizing him by the head as she squatted down in front of him. Torques panted in a mix of arousal and fear, looking up into the cobra's eyes before letting out a breathless, sharp whine as the goddess squeezed on his skull lightly, and the bone loudly creaked, his brain pulsing with pain and flashes of light exploding in his vision as his arms flopped, his strength completely abandoning him as drool fell from his lips and a bit of blood burst out of his ears and nostrils. "Clean that liquid crap up, you useless piece of garbage." Ira coldly ordered, and Torques nodded in a hurry, eyes open wide and staring into hers with terror and adoration at the same time, before she slammed him down face-first into the floor, his beak cracking loudly and blood spraying out of his torn features as he let out a breathless, suffocated shriek, before he sobbed silently as tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized that she was forcing his face into the little splatter of his own cum. "Clean up, piece of shit... That weak crap has no right to be on this floor." Ira hissed, grinning viciously as she ground his face into the floor, dragging him from side to side as if he was a mere doll and shoving his features into his little puddle, his watery sperm staining his beak and feathers.

Vesta's eyes glowed with dark delight at that, and she gave a murr of pleasure even as Killer's thick, massive cock crammed her throat full, her neck bulging out in the shape of his goliath member as she loudly slurped on the mighty shaft, her drool falling down into her cleavage and down her powerful abs, forming messy ropes and thick splatters that her hands eagerly smeared onto her large breasts and onto his gigantic length as she stroked hungrily down the sides of his member. She pulled back with a gargle, and visibly sucked as hard as she could while slowly guiding the enormous cock out of her mouth, until the fat, glorious head came free with a loud, wet pop, her tongue licking her lips clean of the slobber. "Lick that fucking shit up, bitch. Don't you dare leaving a drop of that garbage on the floor of my room." Vesta commanded, grinning down at Torques while latching her hands just behind the head of Killer's monster cock, jerking him off with short, furious movements, her fingers bumping into the thick, oversized ridge of his cockhead and making the huge liger grunt in pleasure, the god's hands resting lazily on his hips.

"Watch up, sissy, you don't want to miss this..." Vesta commanded, grinning sharkishly as Torques meekly looked up even as he dragged his tongue over the wooden floor, licking it clean of his own cum. The eagle trembled in awe, envy and fear at the sight of the huge male liger looming over him, his eyes unable to move away from those colossal, immense balls, so heavy and imposing, hanging so low, casting their shadow over him like deities. Gods, each of those impossible, godly testicles dwarfed his head... and made his own balls look like small seeds.

"So fucking big..." Torques mumbled, unable to restrain himself, and Killer snorted in amusement as Vesta nodded with a grin, Ira laughing as she seized the eagle's abandoned loincloth and looked at the cum sprayed on the inside of it, getting watery and cold and useless with every passing moment.

"Three orgasms, and you are completely spent... weak, useless excuse for a male." The cobra teased, squatting in front of the dejected eagle and seizing him by the throat, chocking him with the easiest of grips and dragging him up like he weighted nothing. Torques slumped like a kitten, only gargling a bit as her fingers crushed his windpipe. He let out a rasping breath made hot by arousal as her beautiful body dwarfed his, her huge bicep bulging with power, her proud breasts massive and perfect, her black nipples turgid and large, her features and bosom caked with Killer's potent cum.

"I want you... I need you... I... let me at least touch your body..." Torques cried, eyes filling with tears of despair as his eyes darted from Ira to Vesta, from Vesta to Alexis, to Manticora, to Alcana, to Adrasthea, panting with hunger and desire even as all the females looked down at him mockingly.

"Why... all yours. Why...? It is unfair...!" Torques shouted, glaring up to Killer, before trembling harder as his eyes locked again on that gigantic, colossal cock, as Vesta stroked the giant length of the thick, girthy shaft, taking slow, purposeful licks down the sides of the godly cock. Horribly, Torques realized that, in his envy and rage, he couldn't help but groan and twitch each time the goliath black member flexed, jumping a bit, full of vigor.

"So powerful... I..." Torques grumbled, sobbing as he realized that the immense shaft was arousing him at least as much as the hungry, eager goddesses. "It's unfair... how can you... how can you... be so strong, so big, so fucking much..."

The females laughed loudly at that, as Ira leaned in close and teasingly looked into Torques's eyes, before saying clearly: "Hail to the king, bitch-boy". Torques whimpered at that, as Ira stood up and effortlessly lifted him clear off the ground, holding him by the back of his neck and putting him crotch to crotch with Killer.

The eagle looked fearfully up to see the huge male liger's grin, Killer standing tall, his hands resting on his hips, his legs spread wide, his enormous cock hard and erect, pointing like a gigantic spear towards Torques's crotch. He looked down at this with a whimper of disbelief and despair, shaking his head slowly: Killer's cock was monstrous, a tree truck of steel-hard black flesh, throbbing with veins thicker than his finger, topped by one fat, huge head with a majestic width, a true pussy breaker. Torques gaped at the sheer magnificence of that monstrous member, trying to guess its size, but struggling to accept the immensity of it, his mind racing and his heart thrumming as Alexis's power once more exposed his thoughts to everyone as he wondered: "He can measure himself in fucking yards..."

Killer smirked at that, seizing into the thick base of his enormous cock and stroking it leisurely as Vesta held it up with her palms and huge bosom held out in adoration, and said softly: "I'm one hundred and twenty-four inches in length, in case you are wondering. Probably some more. I'm not that worried by mere inches, you know..."

Torques recoiled in shock, his eyes bulging as he stared at the strong hand of the male, watching as it stroked slowly back and forth along the immense shaft, even Killer's own thick fingers unable to wrap more than halfway around the monstrous girth, and Vesta adoringly helping him, her own hands wrapping on the other half of his thick, intimidating majesty.

"Scared, bitch...?" Ira teasingly asked, holding the eagle hanging like a kitten from her hand as Torques writhed and tried to move backwards, away from that gigantic shaft, and from the muscular, enormous form of the male liger. "Fucking right to be scared." The cobra exclaimed, snorting amusedly as she unceremoniously pushed one finger behind the eagle's testicles, lifting up his whole package with a mocking smirk as she put the shrunk, ashamed virility of the Inquisitor in direct contrast with the arrogant, gigantic head of Killer's cock. The head alone completely dwarfed Torques's member and testicles, and Killer grinned and flexed his enormous cock, making the giant shaft bounce a bit in Vesta's hands, the massive cock slapping her breasts and palms loudly as the wide, huge cumslit clenched shut and then open again, Torques staring at the large yawning hole with something like panic.

"We could almost stick this sad little thing into Killer's cum hole." Ira teased, flicking her finger into Torques's little testicles, making him grunt lightly in pain and shame, before she trust the same finger over the huge cumslit of the liger, coating it in potent precum and holding her breath as the wide, oversized hole flexed again and almost sucked her index in. "Stick it in and have it crushed."

"I... I'm not... not this small, normally. I... am not..." Torques babbled, his cheeks burning red as Ira pulled her finger back, shiny in its coating of thick Killer's precum, the goddess thrusting her index over his face and tracing a K over his cheek with the hot, dense masculine essence.

"We believe you. Not that the missing inches would have made the comparison less humiliating for you." Vesta said with a shrug, before grinning in dark amusement as she added: "Being in front of Master Killer is tremendous for all lesser males. Terribly emasculating... be glad that he isn't completely turning you into a pussy."

Killer tilted his head to the side with a smirk, looking curiously down at Vesta, and the demigoddess gave him a nod and a grin, saying softly: "Yes, I'm pretty sure you can literally do that. In fact, you appeal to the nerdy me, as well. I totally want to study your virility as a scientist, as well as a slut. Would be cool to measure you up fully... "

"We can do that, sometime..." Killer replied easily, grinning as he squeezed into his hard, enormous cock, stroking his length slowly and majestically, Vesta matching his rhythm and licking her lips, her hot breath washing out over his thick flesh made shiny and slick by precum and drool, before she murred hungrily as a thick, plentiful glob of precum surged out of the god's member, swelling rapidly larger and turning into a thick rope which hang heavily from his cock, stretching longer towards the floor, before it fell off and landed on the wooden planks with a loud, strong splash, leaving a large lake of masculine essence visibly full of huge, vigorous sperms which were literally inches long. "Giving you samples is not a problem."

"Yeah, fucking right it ain't a problem." Vesta agreed, licking the head of his cock and scooping up the thick glob of precum in his huge slit, pushing her tongue eagerly in, lapping in circles around it as she seized into the enormous shaft right behind the head and jerked him off furiously. "I will wear nerdy, large scientist glasses so you can land your big bad sample all over them."

"Make sure the lenses are sturdy." Alexis teasingly warned, the goddess smiling amusedly as she rested on the bed, her long legs spread wide as she leisurely teased herself, one hand fondling one huge, proud breast and the fingers of the other brushing slowly over her blossomed, black fleshed labia.

"Fuck yeah, you're gonna need a goddamn bullet-proof mask." Ira exclaimed, grinning widely as she dropped Torques unceremoniously to the floor, the male whimpering miserably as he crashed down into the large lake of precum, and the cobra goddess immediately settled her boot onto his head and twisted it slowly, grinding him mercilessly into the thick, potent male essence. The goddess grinned as she plucked the eagle's loincloth from where it was floating in midair, and she cruelly observed: "And that settles it, bitch-boy. A mere drop of Killer's precum, and four of your loads. Like comparing an ocean to a dribble. You see now why we are all his...?"

"Yes... it is... only right..." Torques murmured, looking up from the thick lake of precum only to groan as Ira shoved the dirty loincloth in his face, smearing his own watery, now useless cum into his features.

Killer laughed as he gazed down at that humiliation, before he snorted and turned his back to the eagle, walking back to Alexis as Vesta grinned and climbed onto the bed, laying down beside the femme fatale and spreading her own legs wide, seizing her thighs and holding her legs open in a wide v, her jaws wide open and her tongue stretched out in eager welcome.

"He got far more attention than he is worth, already... and I have much greater beauties to fill my eyes with." Killer said, as he grinned down into Alexis's eyes, the goddess smirking with complicity and with a clear, eager invitation as he slapped his heavy, gigantic shaft over her tight, soaked sex, the huge male gripping into her hip with one hand and seizing Vesta's muzzle in his other, feeding her two thick fingers that she eagerly sucked in and licked, her eyes turning hungrily towards his huge member as he teasingly ground it back and forth over Alexis's passage.

Alexis let out a low growl of excitement and hunger as she arched her back and teasingly, sensually bucked her hips against him, her wet, tight labia kissing the underside of his monstrous black shaft, urging him on and sending a shiver of lustful delight down his spine as he leaned over her, flexing his massive muscles and making them bulge explosively with all their power as he mounted her, pushing muzzle to muzzle as his hands roughly clamped down on her huge breasts, fingers squeezing hard into her firm flesh, trapping her large black nipples between them. Killer and Alexis traded wide, eager grins as he slowly pushed forwards with his hips, sliding the steel hard mass of his immensely heavy cock over her powerful, chiseled abdominals, the head of his enormous shaft thrusting between her breasts, pushing the glorious swells far apart even as he forced them to squish together with his strong hands, manhandling the goddess beneath him as she snarled hungrily and clawed into his shoulders, her long, mighty legs wrapping around his waist and powerfully dragging him forwards, her thighs squeezing into his sides with world-breaking force.

Vesta let out a murr of delight at that, shivering in lust and rubbing a hand over her own soaked sex, slapping her passage lightly before shoving two fingers deep inside her pussy, thrusting as far within herself as she could and letting out a hot pant of pleasure as she began to saw them rapidly in and out, twisting them roughly inside her passage. Her eyes glowed with lust as she looked on to the two vociferous lovers, her free hand massaging over Alexis's huge, flexing bicep as Vesta pushed closer to her, leaning in to kiss down the goddess's neck. Manticora climbed onto the bed, seductively crawling over to Vesta and leaning down into her, pushing her large breasts against the queen's, the two muscular females grinding their bodies together hungrily, even as the zebra female turned to the side to nuzzle Killer's huge arm, licking over the bulging muscle and loving the feel of power in his enormous bicep.

Alcana and Adrasthea eagerly climbed onto the huge bed, taking position on the other side of him and looking adoringly up over his body, taking in the mighty flexing and bulging of his potent musculature as he slowly, majestically thrust his huge black shaft over Alexis's hot, firm body, the goddess grinning and throwing her head back with a groan of pleasure, her eyes glowing with lust and teasing challenge as her long tongue pushed out to lick his muzzle, the two lovers almost snarling at each other, muzzles touching as he picked up speed, slamming his immense shaft up between her huge breasts.

Alexis urged him on, bucking upwards against his hot, heavy shaft, loving the way its immense mass and weight pressed down over the front of her strong body, as she used her mighty thighs to drag him forth, to tease him into dishing it out harder and faster as her hands squeezed into his broad shoulders and she pulled him down to kiss his lips, before she looked down at the enormous cock which was parting her glorious swells, and she opened her jaws wide, her tongue stretched out to cradle the underside of the enormous member as Killer thrust forwards powerfully, cramming her mouth full and shoving all the way into her throat, her neck and cheeks bulging out and her eyes only burning with brighter sapphire light.

"Holy fuck...!" Vesta cackled, arching her back and shutting her eyes with a growl of lustful delight as she watched on, her hand squeezing roughly on her crotch and her fingers pushing as deep as they could as she slipped two more inside her soaked passage, her tight pussy clenching powerfully over her digits, squeezing on them greedily. The room filled with the rough panting of the excited females as they watched on, as Killer and Alexis battled it out in their favorite way, the huge male grinning as he rammed her face with vicious strength, and ropes of drool and slobber and precum were dragged messily out in splatters whenever his cock pistoned backwards, the goddess gargling loudly and chocking a bit but her eyes burning with nothing but bliss and challenge, even as he blasted enormous volleys of his thick, potent precum, filling her stomach up and sending thick splatters of it overflowing out of her mouth and even her nostrils. "That's right, fucking drown your sluts!" Vesta cheered, grinning widely as she added throatily: "We live for it... we crave it... we need it... we want nothing more than being your lovers, your sluts, your slaves..."

"Your whores, your property..." Adrasthea added, breathing hotly as she kissed his wide, massive shoulder even as she shoved Alcana down into the bed and mounted on top of her, straddling her strong body and taking her head in her hands, holding the fellow goddess steady as she kneeled down over her face, grinding her soaked sex firmly over the dragoness's muzzle.

Killer looked sideways down at that, letting out a low growl of appreciation, and Alcana blushed deep red but looked nonetheless delighted as she gripped into Adrasthea's muscular, mighty thighs and nuzzled up against the dragokkaren's labia, before pushing her draconic tongue out to flick at her clit, to hungrily lap over her blossomed flower, tasting her need and eagerness. The goddess of strategy grunted in pleasure and only ground down harder, implacable and determined to exploit the goddess of love to the fullest... before the attention moved to Ira as the cobra held out her left arm and the chain of Discipline partially unwrapped from around her wrist, before lengthening and shooting through the air to roughly wrap around Torques's neck as he stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding on the bed.

The eagle let out a grunt of pain as the chain squeezed hard into his throat, but he tried to swallow his cries down with a tremble of fear as soon as Killer gave him a gaze from over his shoulder. Torques froze under that cold, mocking sapphire eye, his own attention glued to the might of Killer's huge backside, the liger's muscles flexing and bulging and the enormous, heavy balls of the male swinging majestically between his legs as he thrust powerfully between Alexis's breasts, shoving his immense cock up all the way into her mouth and even into her throat.

Killer had long turned his attention back to his lover when Torques's hands reached up to hesitatingly touch the cruel collar that the thick, heavy chain formed around his neck, and the eagle only whimpered as Ira stepped towards Killer, dragging him forwards on a leash, like he was nothing but a lowly dog. The Inquisitor trembled in both fear and revulsion as he crawled forwards on all fours, gritting his teeth as the humiliation made him shiver... but the sight of Ira's long, muscular legs and high-heel boots in motion, strolling with such deadly, powerful elegance and seduction, did made his point of view precious, all the same.

His attention, however, was caught inexorably by the loud, wet, squelching sound echoing into the room, the powerful tattoo of Killer's monstrous balls ramming hard into Alexis's dripping, soaked sex, the swollen sperm tanks sending the goddess's nectar raining around in splatters with each loud slap, as the mighty testicles also smacked thunderously into her buttocks, reddening her firm flesh and almost bruising her.

He gaped at the sight, and his tongue lolled out in the hope of catching a drop of the goddess's pleasure and need as he was dragged closer and closer, and droplets landed on his face, as Ira gave the chain a vicious pull, sending the eagle stumbling forwards between Killer's huge, potent legs.

Torques whimpered as his face landed inches away from the thick toes of the giant male, the big deadly talons filling his eyes as he scrambled to go up to his knees, his gaze moving up the muscular, powerful legs on both sides of him before he gaped as he looked straight up at the gigantic, impossible testicles of the liger, instinctively shrinking away from them, staring in fear as those arrogant, dominant balls dwarfed him and rammed with all their weight into Alexis's sex and buttocks.

The sight overwhelmed him, and his ears filled with the echoing slaps of Killer's balls punishing Alexis's crotch, the eagle unable to repress a shiver in front of that display of maleness... and he realized with shock, after a long moment of staring, that he was slowly moving towards the huge balls, his nostrils wide as he greedily drank of the intoxicating, potent scent of the god, a thick, rich musk of virility that was bitter like brimstone and terribly addictive, strong as it was.

"Don't you dare, you slut..." Ira snorted with a wide grin of amusement, seizing Torques by the skull and pushing his head backwards and slightly up, away from the heavy testicles and towards the male's crack instead, as Killer lazily lifted his thick tail. "It is my task to take care of Master's mega balls. You shall lick his ass. That's the most you are worthy of doing..."

"Y... yes..." Torques meekly ensured, nodding quickly as the mighty cobra goddess moved between Killer's legs, dropping down to her knees with a growl of hunger as she licked her lips before offering her face to the swinging, colossal balls, his testicles ramming into her with a loud, wet smack and her hands squeezing into the male's thick, muscular thighs as she began to sloppily, lovingly lap over the two colossal orbs.

Torques stared at this with amazement, gaping breathlessly in front of the glory of it, as his eyes followed the heavy, enormous balls of the god as they swung majestically with each thrust, bouncing between Alexis's black fleshed sex and Ira's face, the two beautiful goddesses offering themselves eagerly for that onslaught. Each of the two glorious females could snuff whole planets out of existence with a mere flick of their little fingers... Alexis in particular was clearly something else. She was fearsomely powerful, even for the standards of the gods... and yet there they were, happy and eager to be slaves for the titanic male. Torques struggled to even dream of what it had to be like, to be so powerful, so virile, so superior and in control... and he felt tears of rage and despair rolling down his cheeks at the awareness that Vesta, Manticora, Alcana and even Adrasthea were there, on the two sides of Killer, eager to serve him, kissing him, licking his powerful muscle, cheering him on, spilling their juices for him.

Torques couldn't help himself: even sobbing in horror and fear and rage, he felt crushed into submission. Killer wasn't even looking at him, but the eagle felt tiny and hopeless... and painfully aroused by the massive difference in power between him and Killer. The male he so hated, was a male of such enormous might that he felt compelled to worship him, his eyes staring at the strong, broad back of his dominator before he whimpered and leaned in, smelling the hot, potent scent of crotch and male sweat as he moved under the liger's raised tail. His eyes closed and his nostrils flared wide at the bitter, amazing strength of the rich, thick scent of the huge male, the eagle trembling at the awareness that he would have never had such a potent, virile smell, and groaning dejectedly as he realized that he almost liked the thought.

"Isn't it great to be able to worship such a superior, unmatched male...?" Torques's thoughts said, voiced by Alexis's mindreading, and the eagle whimpered in shame as Killer and the strong females shared a laugh, as Ira turned backwards a little and looked at the fallen Inquisitor with a mocking smirk. "It sure is, bitch. It sure is. Looks like you are ready to bend over for Master even before your sweet fuckable wife, huh, slut...?" The cobra teased, even as she continued to slowly lick the god's immense testicles, pushing her muzzle against one enormous orb and rubbing her cheek into the veiny side of the mighty sperm tank, rolling her tongue in small, teasing circles as her hands squeezed into the hard muscle of the back of his legs.

"And we were the ones who should have been ashamed." Vesta teased, grinning widely as she flexed her strong body and purred: "Did not take much to turn you into an eager cock-sucking whore.

Killer snickered a bit at that, his lips crested in a snarling grin as he arched his back and thrust his huge black shaft between Alexis's hot, firm breasts and past them, into her burning hot mouth as her tongue cradled his cock and wrapped around it in amazing ways, moving in slow, deliberately torturous ways, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine as he let out a growl of delight, dropping his head forwards and looking into her burning sapphire eyes as they stared hungrily up at him.

The mighty goddess arched her back eagerly, pushing her muscular front into the underside of his cock, her abs rubbing into his hard flesh, as each tension in her chest made her firm, huge breasts bounce, rubbing along the sides of the gargantuan member and squeezing it eagerly into a tight embrace of boobflesh.

Her mouth pushed down his shaft as far as she could go, her lips sealed around the monstrous girth, her jaws locked painfully wide and her fangs teasingly rubbing into the hard flesh, adding to his bliss as he rammed his immense cock down her throat, her neck visibly bulging out with each thrust and her throat muscles clamping viciously hard around his monstrous thickness, squeezing into the hard flesh and milking him delightfully, for all he was worth.

Killer growled and arched his back with a grin, savoring the supernatural delight that the powerful goddess beneath him gifted him, his ears filling with the wet, messy squelching of each thrust as precum and drool leaked thickly out of Alexis's mouth and nostrils, loving how she loudly chocked and gagged while at the same time rocking her head back and forth, pushing as deep as possible to take him deep into her throat, while her powerful, long legs dragged him forth, wrapped tight around his waist and only urging him to be rougher, to thrust harder, to abuse of her as he wished. And then there were the moans and growls of Vesta, Ira, Alcana, Adrasthea, Manticora... the wet squishing sounds of their fingers and mouths pushing in and out of their pussies as the females put up a smoking hot show of worship and lust around him... and then there was the bliss of his balls , huge and heavy, ramming into Alexis's labia, soaking in her nectar and bruising her buttocks with their mass... before they swung backwards to slap Ira in the face, the cobra fondling his enormous testicles and lapping lovingly over them.

He felt blissful and powerful, omnipotent as he dominated those powerful goddesses, made then beg to serve him, his body bulging with barely restrained vigor as the hot sexual pleasure of it all made him grow bigger, growing taller by at least three feet as his eyes glowed with pleasure. Somewhere between his legs, one of his enemies was now worshiping him as well, tamed and broken, emasculated and crushed into becoming a confused but hungry whore.

"Yeah, you birdy bitch." Killer growled when the eagle licked his firm buttocks. "That's what happens to those who challenge me... they end up kissing my ass."

Torques moaned pathetically at that, trembling hard as Killer visibly grew even further, the hardwood floor cracking under the god's mighty toes as energy cracked loudly around the male's potent muscles, reality trembling around him... and the eagle cried out weakly as he realized that not only Killer was growing, but he was shrinking smaller, his own toned muscles quickly vanishing away as he withered down to a scrawny, weak shape who struggled to reach Killer's buttocks, even while standing on the tip of his toes.

Torques trembled violently as he saw his wrists becoming skeleton thin, but he couldn't help but groan immediately after as Killer's thigh flexed a little in front of him, bulging with muscles so massive and powerful, so monstrously thick and huge and strong...

Torques pushed his face against the crack of Killer's anus, following the orders he had been given, shoving his tongue up and down over the liger's ass, kissing it worshipfully, rolling his tongue reverently over the god's tailhole as Killer groaned in bliss, stroking his immense cock as he thrust between Alexis's breasts, the goddess cheerfully struggling with his massively increased size, Vesta and the others helping out eagerly... before he pulled back with a growl, his enormous shaft tearing out of Alexis's mouth with a loud, majestic pop, followed by a gush of juices as it bounced up hard and fired out a new, massive blast of precum which arched all over the bed and fired across the room, slamming into the wall hard enough to rattle the windows.

"Holy fuck! I will never get over that about you...!" Vesta cackled, grinning widely as she gazed hungrily at the giant male as he pulled back slowly, slapping his heavy cock down against Alexis's soaked labia, as the blonde femme fatale only spread her legs wider, urging him on with a low, hungry growl. Vesta and Adrasthea leaned in from the sides, kissing Alexis's cheeks and lapping over them, licking up the messy splatters of drool and thick precum, and Manticora nuzzled into the goddess's neck, licking up the thick deposits of precum there, as Alcana pushed up to lick over Alexis's proud, massive breasts, all but pushing her face down into the lake of juices in the female's cleavage.

"We are yours..." Alexis softly said, and Killer grinned as he cock-slapped her crotch again, making her grunt and smirk in pleasure and amusement, her abs flexing under the heavy blows, her nectar dribbling out of her with her lust and anticipation before she let out a snarl of delight as he slid his enormous shaft down over her labia, an endless caress which brought the thick, enormous head of his cock against her tight entrance, making her pant impatiently as his girth already arrogantly forced her labia apart, the very tip of his member enough to establish a dominance like no other.

Killer grinned as the mighty females stared at him hungrily, feeling tears and some blood leaking onto his ass as Torques pushed his ruined face in, licking over his ass again and again, worshipfully, meekly, sobbing lightly as he struggled to even reach the liger's ass due to the massive difference in size between them. Ira tended lovingly to the liger's huge testicles as they hung low and heavy, glorious and dripping in warm juices and drool, and Torques made long licks, crying as silently as he could, doing his best to obey the orders of the Master, and indeed doing his best to worship that giant, virile god as he clearly deserved.

Killer took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders slowly as he licked his lips, feeling bliss and lust running through his veins, his cock throbbing powerfully and his muscles bulging explosively, potent and feeling like they'd rip through his own skin, his huge testicles feeling engorged, swollen and full to burst with potent cum, and he tried to control himself, to keep the reins of his own pleasure as he gazed down into Alexis's eyes, then in Vesta's... and they both grinned, eyes glowing as they easily understood his silent challenge, the two blonde females laying down side to side and spreading their long, muscular legs wide, inviting him in.

Killer leaned down with a grin, kissing Alexis's lips lovingly as he seized roughly into her huge, proud breasts, making her growl in anticipation as he teasingly, slowly pushed forwards, just enough to force the huge tip into her slightly parted labia, grunting at how burning hot and wet she was, feeling like a burning inferno where lust ruled supreme... before Alexis threw her head back with a roar of lust and pain, of agony and triumph as the huge male let out his own roar of pleasure and hunger as he rammed forwards with brutal force, slamming his enormous tower of flesh deep inside her, invading her as far as he could with just that one vicious thrust which loudly tore its way in, spreading her tight sex monstrously wide, forcing her black labia far apart as her legs spasmed and kicked lightly at the air, her powerful thighs and abs flexing as she arched her back, her fangs gritted as her voice turned into a snarl of delight as she clawed into his shoulders and dragged him forwards with greedy hunger.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, but the fire in her eyes was stronger than ever as she shoved herself down against his thrust, bucking her hips and hungrily impaling herself on his monstrous cock, snarling his name as he ground forwards into her and then shoved her hard down into the bed, leaning in closer and growling down at her as he rammed forwards again, burying more of his immensity into her, the giant male groaning in ecstasy as he pinned her down and felt pure, overwhelming bliss curse through his body, his energies surging greater and his muscles flexing and bulging explosively, full of supernatural vigor, as his thick, monstrous shaft throbbed with hunger and strength inside her, grinding and pushing into the tight, ravaged walls of her passage.

A fine spray of blood squirted out of her, barely able to push out of her black lips, which were wrapped painfully tight around his monstrous thickness as he stretched her to breaking point, his third shove ramming deep into her torn, clenching vagina, as her juices and her blood streaked slowly out of her and down along the immense cock.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it...!" Torques shrieked, staring with bulging eyes up at Alexis's beautiful black labia, the eagle trembling as he saw that massive, goliath cock smash his way in, blood dripping down into the bed along with rivulets of her sweet, boiling hot juices. "I think you are hurting her, stop it, you are too big, it won't fit!"

Ira burst into laughter at that, even as she continued to hungrily mouth a massive testicle, kissing the huge all-male ball as she shook her head slightly.

Vesta cackled loudly at those words, nudging Alexis and exclaiming: "You hear that, Alexis...? The bitch thinks it hurts you and you can't take it!"

Alexis laughed between gritted fangs, flexing her powerful body and rocking her hips powerfully back against the thrusting shaft, bucking her hips eagerly as Killer snickered and stood still, putting his hands on his hips and looking down with a growl of delight as the goddess thrust her hips back and forth, impaling herself, fucking the monstrous cock with rapid, forceful movements of her body, making Killer grit his own fangs as the pleasure surged to almost unbearable levels, the titan letting out a hot breath of delight.

Torques stared at this with fearful amazement, gaping at the sight of her labia stretched out painfully on each backstroke, the enormous shaft streaked with rivulets of blood and soaked with a rich layer of her lust nectar as she eagerly rode that monstrous pussy-breaking cock, before he groaned in desire and envy as the goddess flexed teasingly, each tension in her strong muscles squeezing into the enormous shaft as she gyrated her hips eagerly, making Killer snarl in ecstasy as her juices and her blood ran down the length of his member, then down his enormous balls, dripping all over Ira's face and breasts as the cobra murred in bliss, bathing in that rain of lust.

"It hurts, bitch. It hurts hardcore." Alexis hoarsely said, grinning lustfully. "And it is so fucking good. So fucking right. So fucking great. Just looking at that monster thrusting in and stretching me out gives me the right chills..." Alexis added, grinning widely as she looked down at her own sex, murring in delight as Killer began to slowly but powerfully thrust in and out of her, picking up a pace as he began to piston in and out with ever greater force. "This is the real deal, bitch. Pathetic little boys like you use the word male without having any right to it. There is only one Male who turns even us goddesses into bitches".

Torques whimpered at that, nodding and bowing his head in front of the goddess, his eyes however looking up to fix on the immense cock as it rammed in and out of the goddess, the two lovers panting in nothing but bliss, delight and hunger, even as the monstrous shaft visibly made her abdomen bulge out in its shape, her legs spasming even as her powerful muscles flexed with world-breaking strength.

It was an indescribable, unbearable display of power and pleasure and lust which left him trembling, speechless, one hand fondling a weak dick and tiny testicles which were only barely there after his earlier shrinking. Killer had stolen all his virility, all his body mass, leaving him scrawny and pathetic... but what hurt Torques the most was that all his energies had made no difference at all to the titan. Killer hadn't even noticed how he had shrunk Torques down. The liger hadn't even meant to do that. Torques was horribly aware that just being near that tremendously powerful god was emasculating enough that he might literally turn into a little girl at any moment, without the liger even caring. Painful as it was to admit, the eagle had seen Killer's growth earlier, and he was well aware that that was nothing. Excess vigor which the liger simply hadn't been able to restrain: if he wanted to be serious about it, the liger could grow by miles, not by feet. And Torques's energies had no usefulness at all: less than a drop in the ocean, they had not added a millimeter to the thickness of Killer's cock.

It made Torques cry hot, bitter tears, and at the same time kiss the titan's crack again: all his strength was gone, absorbed by someone who had so much power of his own to not even notice such a boost. His everything was a mere zero on Killer's scale... and that was as horrible and terrifying as it was arousing. Torques hated it, but at the same time couldn't help it: that huge male just was too great not to worship.

"You are just too strong... I... I... please, I can't help it... please, always let me see when you go on a pussy shattering spree... I want to watch on as your cock makes them all bleed and cry and spasm and orgasm... I will worship you... do everything you ask... but please..." Torques begged, his voice trembling as he licked over Killer's solid buttock, letting out a whimper as the liger dropped his heavy, thick tail on him, the giant male laughing loudly and making Torques's heart race, the booming voice of the god rattling his ribcage.

Alexis threw her head back with her laughter, closing her eyes in amusement and delight as she arched her back and bucked her hips back against Killer's thrust with even greater passion, moving as hard as she could, riding his powerful pistons with greedy, endless hunger, panting as he rammed deep into her, the huge male feeling high on power, bliss, lust and pure joy as he pistoned in and out of her tight, abused sex.

"That's it, bitch...! Open your eyes and see how much stronger Killer is... in a league all of his own." Alexis teasingly growled, easily sliding one long leg down Killer's hip so she could rest her steel-soled boot on the eagle's head.

"Unmatched..." Torques breathed, bowing his head with a groan of pain, his skull creaking and a rivulet of blood rolling down his forehead as the cruel sole of her boot bit into his scalp.

"You will bring your family to me, bitch... and I'll let you cheer me on as I turn your hot wife's tight holes into gaping caves." Killer said, matter of factly, and Torques nodded eagerly, making the females snicker in cruel amusement as Torques again eagerly nodded.

"I wish I had multiple wives, just so I could watch you ruin them all..." Torques replied, making Ira murr in pleasure and mocking emphasis.

Killer loved it all, the desperate submission and humiliation of the Inquisitor, the delightful sight of his girls playing with themselves and spreading their legs for him, and loving how Alexis bucked back against him over and over, her burning hot passage gripping into his thick shaft and oozing it down with blood and sweet nectar as his shaft throbbed and bulged inside of her, smashing in and out with brutal force, the seemingly endless shaft dripping with juice whenever it sawed its way back out, before ramming in again with a loud, wet squelch.

Alexis groaned in delight, closing her eyes for a moment and snarling Killer's name, her hands squeezing almost viciously into Vesta's and Manticora's breasts, the two females panting hungrily as they watched, driving their fingers powerfully in and out of their soaked, dripping labia as Adrasthea and Alcana locked into a 69, the goddess of strategy in dominance as she laid on top of Alcana, holding her muzzle buried into her sex by squeezing the dragoness's head between the mighty scissor of her legs, strong thighs bulging with toned, flexed muscle.

Alexis snarled her pleasure and arched her back with a groan full of bliss, before making Killer grunt as she leaned up, her abs flexing powerfully and her passage clenching even harder on the steel-hard black cock as the femme fatale threw her arms around his neck and dragged him closer, licking his throat and then kissing the side of his neck before her muzzle moved near his ear, and the goddess whispered: "Do you still want to do some training...?"

Killer leaned his head against hers, breathing of her scent, kissing her neck even as he seized her by the hips and lifted her off the bed, bouncing her up and down the colossal length of his black shaft, his enormous balls smacking loudly into her bruised buttocks as thick splatters of their mixed juices fell over the other females and over the meek, broken inquisitor, the huge male putting more power in each thrust, impaling her almost viciously as he increased his pace, the slapping of flesh against flesh becoming a loud, wet tattoo.

"I wouldn't say I want to... I would like nothing more being free to fully focus on yours and mine pleasure. But we have to train, we have to prepare. We owe it to Gaia... I want her back with us." Killer whispered in answer, and Alexis nodded slightly, closing her eyes with a slight smile.

"I want her back too... so, fine. Let's do this. But I warn you..." Alexis paused, looking sideways up into his eyes with a grin that Killer knew all too well, before she gyrated her hips and flexed, arching her back and thrusting down with her hips, making him grunt loudly in bliss, the huge male almost losing it right there as the pleasure spiked as her tight, burning hot passage squeezed into his thick, hard flesh in a way that felt impossible, sending shivers of delight up his spine. "... training or not, I will not show you mercy. You'll better fuck me hard, and fast, and good, even while you are away mind-wandering."

"Of course, lover..." Killer easily replied, and Alexis's eyes glowed as she saw his own well known grin, before she threw her head back with a triumphant roar as he rammed himself in to the hilt with one brutal shove, the other girls staring with groans of delight as his balls smacked loudly into her rear, before he began to pound her with savage force, sending torrents of her juices and his thick precum gushing out of her with each mighty thrust, the huge male gyrating his hips at the end of each ram to make her scream his name as his enormous cock ground into her insides. "I will be more than happy to dish it out, as always."

"Beautiful bastard." Alexis snorted, looking amused, before whispering into his ear: "Here is what you need to know: fighting inside someone else's body and mind is dangerous. You will be fighting in their home turf, and I mean it at a whole new level. In his mind, even this little bitch Torques could be a tremendous foe to take down. The mind is a bit like a Sanctuary for a God: inside it, the owner of the place has very few, if any hard limits to what he can do. However, mind games can be broken. If your enemy isn't able to truly and utterly believe in the power he attributes to himself and be creative about it, the boost given by his mind will fall apart. If he can't control his fears and conflicting feelings, he might end up just empowering the invader, instead of himself."

"Roger that." Killer murmured, nodding slightly as he took mental notice of it all. When attempting to get inside Gaia, of course, they would have had to deal with Shi, as well.

"You also need to be prepared for meeting more than one Torques. You will meet different versions of him, no doubt. Each aspect of his personality which is relevant enough to shape a part of what he is, will appear like an avatar of him. This can complicate things... you will meet a nice and pleasant Torques, probably, but also plenty of godawful versions of him, I'm sure, and it is hard to say what might happen between those avatars."

"That's something I had imagined... I'll find a way to deal with that issue." Killer whispered, and then Alexis squeezed into his shoulders, warning: "Be careful. This is a dangerous game. If you lose yourself while your minds connect, or if your avatar in his mind gets killed, you won't be able to fully return to your body. And I don't want you to turn into a vegetable, lover. I will be guiding your consciousness and keeping a close eye on your progress... but there is no real safety net with this kind of game. You have to get it right at the first try."

Killer nodded at that, having expected nothing less in terms of danger and risks, before he kissed her hungrily, their breaths washing over their faces as their tongues wrestled for a few long moments, the huge male seizing her firmly by the breasts, squeezing into her proud swells with hunger and love as he held her aloft with his monstrous black shaft alone, impaling her with savage, powerful pistons of his hips, the goddess wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as she bucked up and down eagerly to add her strength to his, gyrating her hips every few shoves to give the both of them even greater pleasure.

The other girls looked up at Killer with serious, focused gazes now, understanding what was about to happen... and Killer gazed back at them reassuringly before whispering: "I'm ready. Do your magic."

The change of scenario was quick, and came like a true shock to the system. A punch in the face that made Killer grunt and shut his eyes for a moment as he fell through swirling darkness... and yet, at the same time, his eyes were still open, and he was watching Alexis as her eyes glowed, as she used her powers to channel him into Torques even as she panted hard, rocked by his powerful thrusts, the huge male still controlling his body and feeling all of the beautiful, barely bearable sensations of the burning inferno of her tight, ravaged passage squeezing into his enormous cock.

It was like existing in two different bodies at once, his mind somehow controlling both, even if the image of Alexis almost faded away in some moments, as he fatigued to adapt to that painful, alien double-consciousness.

He fell through clouds of darkness which were thoughts, Torques's voice coming from a thousand directions at once, bringing to his ears sparse words and bits of the eagle's thoughts in a confused storm, making it even harder to focus and stay coherent, the liger closing his eyes and snarling as he tried to seal all those whispers and shrieks and moans and murmurs out of his brain, but it was impossible.

_ _

Kill. Kill. Kill.

I hate them all. I want to torture them all...

What have I done...? What have I become...?

I want to see them suffer...

I want what this bastard Killer has. I want it for myself...

I want to worship his strength, his power...

I want him dead.

I want to suck that mega cock...

I want him dead.

I want him to take my wife away. Oh, how loud she'll scream as he fucks her pussy into pieces...!

I want him to suffer.

I want to see him make my wife his slave, my daughter his whore.

Die, Killer, die! I want to rip you apart!

I want to see my wife drenched in your cum...

_ _

"Man, have I ever fucked your mind up. Makes me almost sorry." Killer snorted, before landing in a crouch, falling down like a meteor and cracking the burned, dead ground of that dark place that was Torques's mind. The huge male slowly looked up, taking a look over his surroundings and making a grimace as he recognized Avalon, but only barely: the village on the lake's coast was a ghost town of broken, ruined homes, and inside each of them Killer could see glimpses of Torques's memories: gruesome images of the Inquisitor laughing maniacally as he tortured shrieking, desperate victims, sewing eyes and mouths shut, cutting away noses, slowly ripping angel wings apart, and raping girls with thick, cruel spikes of red hot iron, burning their sensitive, delicate flesh into blackened, dead meat.

In the distance, over the lake which had turned crimson with the rivulets of blood falling into it from the broken homes turned slaughterhouses, was the monastery... that too was in ruins, and it was burning, consumed by dark, hellish fire which cast a low, trembling, sinister light over the whole scene. The huge cloud of dark smoke rising from the defiled holy place forming a detailed, crystal clear image of another memory: that of a young Torques, trembling and yet panting with excitement, jerking off in a corner and spewing volleys of his cum onto the torn apart body of a young angel girl pinned to a spiked altar, rigged, rusty blades pierced through her arms and shoulder blades. Her legs had been torn off, and meat hooks were pierced into the fleshy, bleeding stumps, holding her pelvis high off the table. Her vagina was annihilated, turned into a horrendous gaping wound which leaked with a torrent of blood and yellowish, hot cum. Her breasts had been chewed away by large, cruel fangs, and her abdomen was sliced open entirely, showing pulped, shattered guts floating into more thick, greasy cum. She was covered in slashes and cruel marks burned with fire into her skin, and Killer couldn't even tell what species she might have been, as she barely had any fur left, and the skin of her face had been peeled off and then sewed over backwards, covering her features in a bloody, disgusting mask. The torturer was Typhon, the large god grinning viciously as he fucked the tortured soul's mouth with his large, thick shaft, the cock turned into a cruel weapon by being plated over by hard bone segments, jutting with deadly spikes.

"So that's how you started, huh...? Well, looks like I did your mind only negligible damage, then. More broken than so..." Killer muttered, looking at the scene with a mix of rage, disgust and also shame for himself. He had long ceased to bring needless destruction upon innocents just because he could, and he wasn't really one for such horrible torture... but fucking people to death was very much his sin too. It was a truth he could not escape.

Killer looked down at his own body as he stood up, and he was relieved to see it was the same as always. He was completely naked, but thankfully flaccid: his enormous cock was more than bulky enough in its flaccid state. Walking into a fight with a hard-on as glorious as his was a real issue. He wished for clothes, and smiled slightly as his usual jeans appeared on him... before snorting as they quickly vanished again.

"Okay, so you crave to see me naked. Pervert." _ _

Yessss. Let me admire that powerful body... that mighty, unmatched, unfairly superior body...

Killer made a bit of a grimace at that, slightly unnerved by the fact that, as Alexis had warned, inside Torques's mind, the eagle was very much in charge of writing the rules of the game.

Killer walked forwards slowly, looking around to take in the surroundings and hopefully detect any sign of Torques's... How to call it...? His control centre, so to speak... the place where his brain commands his actions and thoughts... I have actually no idea of how it might look. Perfect.

Killer thought for a moment about walking through the village of Avalon, but decided it was better to avoid it and the crowd of armed, vicious Torqueses to be found in each house. His instinct told him that what he was searching wasn't inside that warped, terrible memory.

He followed the coast of the lake, sharpening his senses in the hope of catching any possible sign of what he was searching. He figured that the "control centre" might be very different in look from a person to another, so he had no clue what to search. He just thought that there were fair chances the control centre would be made evident by some kind of elements that, he trusted, would catch the eye.

Once inside of Gaia, I will have to find her own control centre... as Shi will fortified inside it, no doubt.

Killer grunted as his vision flashed and faded, and he found himself staring into Alexis's eyes instead as the goddess kissed him hungrily and he kissed her back, his tongue invading her mouth... before he shook his head briskly, and regained his cool, focusing at once on thrusting harder inside his beloved, and on staying firmly into Torques's mind.

"Where the fuck have you hidden your thinking brain, bitch...?" Killer grumbled, looking over the far confines of the cave he was in, grimacing at the sight of the fleshy, dark walls on all sides, pulsing slowly and sometimes glowing with electrical light as the nerves worked to keep the eagle's body active. There was no opening that he could see... so he slowly turned to the side, looking thoughtfully at the pulsing, fleshy wall. "Well, I've never had trouble with walls."

Killer lashed out his fist, ramming it into the wall of the cave, smashing his way through as the fleshy membrane exploded in a splatter of blood and liquid gore, making him grimace slightly as he seized into the large hole and began to tear the wall down, muscles bulging powerfully, before he gritted his fangs with a wince of surprise as a massive eye formed in the hole and stared straight at him. A golden, predatory eye filled with hatred.

I want you to suffer! Torques's voice roared, and an immense blast of force slammed into Killer's chest, knocking him back and sending him crashing on his back near the dark waters of the lake. The liger grunted and tried to leap up to his feet immediately, but huge skeleton hands tore out of the ground and seized his wrists and his ankles, dragging him down again, as claws the size of knives sunk into his flesh, blood spraying up from the wounds and making him growl in agony.

Enormous dark tentacles shot out of the dark water behind him, as he threw his head back to stare at them and at a multitude of white, decayed corpses swimming up from the bottom of the lake to claw and bite into his mane, as the tentacles wrapped around his arms and dragged him towards the water.

Killer snarled as he kicked his legs up, but the skeleton hands held on with surprising strength, even as their owners were dragged up out of the ground, dust and dirt falling down from empty eye sockets and through jaws lined with deadly, ragged teeth.

The liger howled in pain as dozens of mouths clawed into his arms and into his neck, his mane already floating in the dirty dark water as a living corpse clawed his way up his skull, climbing over his forehead and grinning down at him with his bone jaws as it prepared to squeeze Killer's eyes into bloody pulp.

Suffer! Suffer! Suffer and then die! For all your power, you've come to die miserably in my mind, you fool!

Killer gritted his fangs in horror and rage as the clawed fingers of the undead descended over his eyes, and he threw his head backwards again, as violently as he could, to throw the monster off... but the corpse only snapped his deadly fangs angrily, clawing into his forehead and cheeks not to be hurled into the lake.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off!" Killer snarled, and his golden, incandescent horns pushed out of his skull, curving forwards with eager, brutal hunger as they tore through the undead's chest, impaling the corpse and pushing it high up in front of Killer's face as the muscular arms of the liger also burst forwards with curved, cruel blades of golden, burning metal, burning flesh and cutting through meat and limbs and bones, the blades tearing bodies apart, cutting them at the waist and even chopping them down the middle, sending a slur of dead, decayed meat exploding in all directions, maggots falling away in disgusting piles, before the god's aura burned undead and maggots and remains into nothing but ashes, as Killer slammed his legs together as hard as he could, ramming the skeletons holding them one into the other, cracking skulls and sending bones flying as they snapped like toys.

Bite his precious balls off, tear his cock apart! That's tasty flesh, and plenty of it...! Torques's voice howled, cackling in cruel delight as Killer was dragged into the lake, and he gaped breathlessly as the water darkened and turned almost solid, squeezing into his body with tremendous violence, as dozens of crazed undead women swam up from the deep, their eyes glowing red with a murderous, cannibal lust as they aimed for his heavy, massive virility.

_We shall see how mighty Master Killer feels once his loved cock is gone!_Torques shouted, laughing maniacally as Killer struggled to repeal the assault, barely able to move as the non-water around him just became harder and harder, feeling like he was trying to swim into lodestone, the dark, super-heavy stone of Heaven. The pressure grew ferociously, making his ribs creak loudly as his eyesight was replaced by red, blood filling his eyes under the tremendous squeeze...

The non-water around Killer suddenly began to boil as Killer snarled and lashed out one foot which broke through the super-dense darkness and smashed into the head of an undead who already had her jaws open to bite on the head of his huge cock, his foot cracking the skull of the corpse like an eggshell and tearing through the body like through butter, breaking the body in half down the middle, even as more undead chewed into his muscular legs. An explosion of blinding light followed, energy surging out of him in a massive eruption, the tremendous heat consuming the water and turning it into nothing but vapor, along with the horde of undead, as the rest of the lake was pushed out, away from the god, who floated majestically in the middle of a dry area, surrounded by a circular wall of water held up from the sheer power radiating off him, as he snorted and flicked one shred of burned, charred meat off his proud bull horns before floating up out of the lake and back to the shore, his wounds healing quickly as his eyes burned with sapphire, ice-cold light.

The eye once more stared at him with hatred, but Killer only walked forwards slowly, tearing right through it with a contemptuous snort, the blood and gore evaporating before they could touch his muscular body, as his energies tore open a wide tunnel for him to pass through, even as the fleshy walls burst forwards with thorns and rusty blades and pikes and spikes of sharp metal, trying to constrict and crush him, only to be slammed back by his radiated power, the fleshy substance writhing as if in agony as chilling groans of sorts came from it with each ruinous retreat.

You can't! You can't! This is my mind, no one gets to be stronger than me in here! Torques's voice squealed, and Killer snorted, only walking forwards calmly as he spat: "Then come out and fight me. There's no dream and no fantasy in which you get to be stronger than me, vermin."

You must suffer! The voice howled, and Killer turned slightly to the side to gaze back from over his shoulder as the countless Inquisitors he had seen in the warped village of Avalon rushed forth into the tunnel, shouting their rage and threats as they swung their cruel, rusty instruments of torture. Killer turned back to see more and more copies of Torques tearing out of the fleshy walls ahead of him, flooding the tunnel and rushing towards him from both sides... and he stomped his foot on the head of another who predictably pushed out of the ground beneath him, as hands and chains shot up to claw into his legs and try to restrain him.

Killer thought about Wyvern, and his massive sword appeared in his hand... but before he could swing it once, it morphed into a massive snake which lashed back against him, shooting towards his throat with a hiss, baring long, saver-like fangs dripping with acidic poison which burned into his flesh with each drop, and he snorted in frustration as he seized harder into the body of the snake and used it as a whip, ramming it into the crowd of incoming Inquisitors, sending four of them sprawling and smashing another one into the floor before stomping hard down on the head of the snake, obliterating it with a splatter of dark, dense blood as the skull was ground into dust, the beast flattened like a sheet of paper as gore burst out to the sides in a puddle.

Killer's back rippled as the Inquisitors came closer, and as they started to jump up onto his form, enormous black-fleshed tentacles burst out from either side of his spine, each massive appendage ending in a spike-blade of bone, the dozens-of-feet long bodies jutting with deadly spikes and powerful with their mass of compressed muscle giving them fearsome power as they shot through multiple Torques, tearing through chests and abdomens and impaling inquisitors like pieces of meat on a skewer, as the immense tentacles shot through the crowd like missiles, sending blood and gore splattering all over the walls of the tunnel, before the two groups swung out like whips, crushing dozens of the eagle's clones into the walls on either side, the spikes smashing through flesh and bones and tearing the Torqueses into shreds of raw meat. The deadly tentacles reaped through the crowd like scythes through the crop, maiming and killing and destroying, before swinging back in the opposite directions, scissoring in the middle and completely annihilating all they caught between them, Killer laughing darkly as he walked on through the crowd, his massive legs sending the Inquisitors sprawling like pins, his toe-talons racking the assaulters and sending them down in broken heaps, his spiked knees ripping through bodies like through fine paper and his enormous cock and balls ramming into the Torqueses with the brutal force of their mass, sending the eagles crashing on their backs, where they were stomped into mush by the slow, heavy, deliberate steps of the god, Killer snickering as the tunnel filled with the cracking, crunching and squelching sound of dozens of clones being crushed understood with each step he moved, blood spraying up thickly and painting his massive body crimson as he teased: "Are you sure this isn't a gift of your slutty, whore, cock-sucking self...? Because I'm loving this... and I bet he's creaming himself at the sight." Killer said, grinning as he pulled one foot up high and landed it on the face of a charging Torques, sending him crashing backwards into two of the other clones, sending them sprawling like pins as Killer pressed his foot down with a flex of his powerful leg, savoring the wet, squishy crunch of a head splitting apart, brains bursting out, as the clone further beneath howled in pain before his ribcage caved in, guts bursting out in a messy, bloody mass, before his step carried his foot back in the air, and then on top of another inquisitor, each movement turning in a ferocious carnage as he literally stomped all over his enemies.

Killer lashed out an easy kick, and crushed three inquisitors against the wall, squishing them into ugly stains as his powerful leg smashed through their chests, before he bent forwards and punched hard downwards, his huge fist ramming on the head of another Torques and squishing him into a splatter of blood and gore on the floor, before Killer caught another in one hand, lifted him effortlessly off the ground and gingerly threw him high, catching him by the shoulders as he fell and ripping him in half down the middle, just like a piece of paper, before he dismissively threw the pieces off to the sides, only to seize another clone in his fist, crushing him into liquid with a bare flex of his enormous bicep, before he tore apart others, and others, and others, advancing like death itself, leaving behind himself large red footprints of bloody mush and a slurry of shreds of countless bodies.

You... you... you must die... you shall die...! Torques's voice announced, trembling in an audible mix of fury and fear, before the eagle snarled: I promise you, you'll beg me to kill you, such will be your suffering!

The rage of the Inquisitor turned into a vicious wind which howled down the tunnel, crashing into Killer with tremendous violence, every blow of air feeling like a sharp blade tearing into his body, covering him in bloody wounds and gashes. The liger tried to form an armor over his body, but this too quickly disappeared, as Torques changed the rules, forcing Killer to shield himself with his arms as best he could as he continued to advance, even as blood spilled from his many wounds, and a rush of steely, icy wind formed almost a physical blade, chopping his tentacles off and making him snarl in pain as the stumps retreated momentarily into his strong back. More and more Inquisitors tore out of the walls on both sides, and every little piece he had left behind still moved and assaulted him: ribs shot into his back like arrows, hands dragged themselves on the floor to reach him and claw into his body, limbs assaulted him even as the bodies laid splattered onto the floor, and the liger swung out his arms, slapping hundreds out of the air only for even more to return, as the wind kept biting into his body. And Killer's eyes went wide as the long river of gore behind him suddenly moved of its own accord and formed a semi-liquid, enormous snake body, before a huge head formed, staring at him with eyes made of cracked skulls, a tongue made of countless sharp ribs shooting out against him, forcing the huge male to roll to the side, going into a crouch to dodge.

A dozen Inquisitors leapt onto his back immediately, and Killer snarled, slamming his spiked elbows backwards to cut through two or three of them, before spinning on the spot to offer his back as the gigantic blood-and-gore beast lunged forth, the deadly tongue of the monster slamming into his back but only tearing several more Inquisitors into bloody shreds, as more got bitten and swallowed by the monstrosity.

The snake roared in rage, but nonetheless brutally chewed the victims down, countless rings of fangs made of sharp bones visible in the back of its mouth, leading down into the body of the creature. Killer winced as he saw several Torqueses quickly chewed into liquid, each squeeze of the bone-fangs also thrusting them deep down towards the monstrosity's stomach, before the snake lunged forwards again, and Killer tensed, leaping at the last moment to land on top of the beast's muzzle, roaring as he smashed forwards with both fists, two enormous curved blades ripping out of his wrists and cutting into the skull of the monster... But it was all for nothing, as the semi-liquid skull all but eagerly opened into a new, vertical mouth through which the deadly bone-tongue shot at him.

Killer threw himself back with and swung out one arm, chopping the tip of the sharp, spike-like appendage and sending fragments of bone exploding all around... but these too stopped in midair before shooting against him, piercing deep into his forearm, making him grunt in rage and pain as he landed in a crouch, ready for another charge...

_ _

Outside, Killer snarled in delight between gritted fangs as he threw Alexis back down onto the bed and covered her with his massive frame, his muscular form pressing down into her as his hands clawed into the mattress on the sides of her head as he thrust roughly in and out of her, pounding her hard enough that the solid hardwood bed cracked and loudly collapsed onto the floor, the floor itself cracking under the goddess's shuddering body as Alexis bucked her hips powerfully up to eagerly meet his thrusts, the goddess screaming her delight as her eyes burned with lust and her body visibly flexed and spasmed with visible pleasure. Killer seized Alexis by the skull, fingers gripping roughly into her hair and pulling her head back to force her to look up at him as he slammed viciously in and out of her and he felt her clenching passage going out of her control. She roared his name as she experienced a potent orgasm, her back arching almost to breaking point as waves of burning pleasure washed through her form, her incandescent nectar exploding out into her crammed passage and squirming out in thick splatters around the girthy, gigantic black cock as the male fucked her with ferocious power, growling down at her fiercely and leaning down over her in domination and love as he slammed to the hilt into her depths, again and again and again, even as her muscles flexed and squeezed viciously into his goliath cock, her fluids bursting out of her with great force as he rode her orgasm and made it longer and better and deliciously torturous as her cries of ecstasy echoed into the large room. It was painful, it looked like rape for how powerfully the male pounded her, but Alexis only screamed in bliss, the pain only adding to her pleasure and making her release with even greater euphoria as each piston of the huge male caused her to clench harder, her hips bucking greedily against him and her passage almost destroying itself as her inner walls squeezed and clenched on the huge cock with incredible strength.

It took minutes for her orgasm to subside, the goddess growling his name over and over as he made long, savage thrusts deep inside her, his thick precum mixing with her own flood.

Killer rode out her climax to the last spray of nectar, and then he suddenly pulled out, grunting as the immense shaft tore out of Alexis's abused passage with a loud pop, immediately followed by a thick cascade of precum and of her juices, the goddess dropping her head back into the bed with a delighted, satisfied panting, closing her eyes for a moment and repressing a shiver at the feeling of her gaping, torn pussy exposed to the air, even as her muscles flexed and her passage already began to recover, squeezing out even more thick juice. Torques stared at the gaping, ravaged hole with an awestruck expression, gaping in shock at how stretched out she was, the eagle easily able to see her inner walls flexing and trying to tighten up again, as only the thick precum washing out of her in a torrent limited his view. It was a sight he would never forget.

Vesta bounced cheerfully on the bed, ready and eager, laying down just to the side of Alexis and holding her strong, beautiful legs spread wide and scissored up, her mouth opening wide and her tongue stretching out in welcome, her eyes glowing with hunger as she breathed: "Let me serve you, Master... and fuck my brains out like only you can..."

Killer grinned widely as he sidestepped to loom above her, leisurely stroking his immense black shaft as it dripped with a thick mix of precum and juices, including Alexis's blood. He only had to move a couple of steps, but even so his lovers leaned in to exploit the moment, Ira leaning into the bed and thrusting her face against the underside of his enormous shaft, her tongue rolling back and forth along the large, massive cum channel and over thick, pulsing veins, the cobra eagerly bathing in the mix of juices thickly coating the immense cock.

Manticora leaned in with jaws open wide, catching a thick, dangling rope of precum upon her tongue and swallowing hungrily when her lips found the head of that monstrous cock, the zebra bucking her hips in delight at his taste, at his sheer abundance, kissing the large flare with a murr of adoration, her mouth opening wide as she gazed up at him, his thick, potent precum pooling abundantly over her tongue as she rolled the dense essence back and forth, savoring it even as she moved to the side to stroke and lap at the gigantic girth.

Alcana leaned her face against the other side of the enormous cock, rubbing her features into the thick, hard black flesh, spreading juices all over her face as she took long, slow, sloppy licks over the massive shaft, ending each drag of her tongue with a soft, adoring kiss.

"You see, Master...? If you allowed us, we'd gladly spend eternity making sure that your cock does not spend a single instant without having hands, mouths, breasts, cunts and asses serving and worshiping it..." Vesta purred, her blue eyes glowing lustfully up at him as her hands pushed her large, proud breasts against the enormous shaft, the female only groaning in delight as the huge male snickered and slapped his heavy scepter down on her large swells, almost bruising the firm flesh and smothering her large black nipples, before he swung his goliath member into her cheek, slapping her face to one side, they by the other. Torques stared at this with a gape, looking like a traumatized child in front of the easy domination the male enjoyed over those mighty, glorious females.

He gulped in shock as Vesta took long laps at the underside of the huge black cock, trying to drag the heavy member forwards into her jaws, and Killer held back instead, only lazily thrusting back and forth into the embrace of her breasts and over her face, his enormous balls slamming with thunder-like noise into her buttocks and sensitive pussy, spreading her wetness around in a storm of droplets as he teased her mercilessly until she was begging for him, shamelessly praying him, almost sobbing as she purred: "Use me, master... please... give it to me... I want it, I need it... I can't live without it... show mercy to your little bitch..."

Killer grinned at that, slapping her face again, teasingly slamming his thick girth over her open mouth and welcoming, offered tongue... before Vesta let out a squeal of joy as the giant male seized her head firmly in his hands and thrust his enormous cock forwards into her mouth, the huge black member rubbing into her tongue on the way in as she opened her jaws as wide as she could to force the head of his colossal member into her, the demi-goddess breathing hungrily, roughly, sniffing his potent scent.

The huge male easily twirled his fingers into her blond hair, clutching her skull as he stared down at her with a smirk of easy, pleased dominance, her eyes closing in bliss as she eagerly sucked on the huge girth, steadily forcing forwards to swallow more of his immense length, even as she arched her body backwards so that she could push her proud chest up into his cock, her huge breasts cradling the huge shaft, teasingly grinding into it as her hands greedily wrapped on the thick base of his monstrous member and began to stroke up and down the veiny tower of flesh.

Torques could only stare in awe and envy as Killer got worshiped with such adoration, the huge male resting his hands easily on the heads of Manticora and Adrasthea as the other females crowded up on the two sides of him, moaning hungrily as they licked the sides of the monstrous shaft, coating it in drool, as the huge male dropped his head backwards with a low growl of delight, his pleasure building up in waves at the sight and feel of those hungry, adoring divinities.

Vesta's own body visibly flexed and writhed with ecstasy, her hips swinging teasingly from side to side and bucking in the air with urgent need as her blossomed sex clenched lightly and leaked out more of her hot, pearly nectar as her hands stroked up and down the hard length of his shaft and her jaws descended further down the huge cock invading her mouth, the demigoddess groaning hungrily as she swirled her tongue teasingly back and forth over the hard flesh as she suckled hard, swallowing the thick mix of juices off his goliath member as she eagerly worked her head up and down, blowing him even as she tried to swallow more of his incredible length.

Killer grinned in ecstasy, as pleasure and pure power flowed in his veins, his muscular body flexing as he rammed his hips forwards, making her cough as he stretched her throat out wide, her neck bulging out as his shaft bent slightly and forced deeper in, Vesta gargling loudly as his member smashed its way down her jaws, making the bone creak as his girth threatened to dislocate her maw while he began to fuck her face, forcing as deep as he could in that position even as she coughed and gagged loudly and messily, precum and drool exploding out of her mouth around every hard thrust, thick ropes of juices bursting out of her nostrils in thick splatters, her eyes bulging and rolling up into her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, but her hips only bucking harder, dripping with her desire as she eagerly stroked him harder and faster, jerking as much of his enormous cock as she could take in her trembling hands.

"That's it, bitch, take it deeper." Killer softly said, grinning predatorily as he put one foot up on the bed and thrust even harder, his enormous shaft throbbing powerfully as a huge load of his stronger-than-divinity's-cum precum surged up his member, before firing into her with so much force that much of it erupted back out of her nostrils in thick fountains, as Vesta only let out a gargling scream of bliss.

Torques found himself trembling uncontrollably in front of that, his flaccid, shrunk dick leaking out a small string of weak, watery cum as he had another climax, the eagle seizing his small, spent dick in one hand and jerking off in a mix of arousal and despair as he watched Killer piston powerfully back and forth into Vesta's throat, dragging her head forwards under him so that he was delivering pile-driving rams all the way down to her stomach, her neck bulging obscenely as her gargling and choking echoed in the tall room...

Finally, Killer tore back out of her mouth, throwing her backwards into the bed, and grinning as the other goddesses immediately leaned in to lap at the gigantic shaft, while Vesta collapsed into the soaked mattress covered in a thick, wide puddle of his preload, her hands rubbing his precum into her breasts and neck and face as she panted hard, coughing raggedly and gagging loudly even as she swallowed thickly once, twice, thrice, Torques mewling in shock in front of the sheer power of the huge male, literally scared by that astounding, excessive virility. That was just his precum, but it was so thick, so rich, so crammed full with super-size sperm that any divinity of fertility would have killed to match it, even remotely.

Vesta coughed hard, long ropes of precum and drool dangling from her muzzle and a few of the thick ropes stretching still all the way from her jaws to his huge shaft as it throbbed powerfully, Killer pushing it now against Vesta's tight, black-lipped sex, her chest heaving as she gazed hungrily down at it, gritting her fangs with a groan of bliss as the very tip of the goliath cock already forced her labia wide open. The queen of seraphims turned briefly towards Torques as he stared breathlessly at the display, the demi-goddess cackling mockingly before she snarled: "Watch it, bitch... watch how it is actually done!"

Killer seized her by the throat with one hand, squeezing on her neck and choking her, and her eyes only burned with greater lust as she gazed up at him with a teasing purr, grinning as his other hand clutched into her strong, muscular thigh before he thrust forwards powerfully, her back arching as she threw her head back with a scream of agony and bliss and satisfaction at the same time, bucking her hips eagerly back against him as he stretched her savagely wide, blood splattering out of her ravaged labia as his enormous column of flesh invaded her depths and loudly tore through something within her, her legs kicking out and trembling but her roar full of pleasure and need as she cried out his name, clawing into his shoulders.

He rammed into her again, powerfully, causing her need to squirt out of her in a volley of pearly juice which mixed with her blood as her legs were visibly forced further apart, her abdomen bulging out obscenely as her tight passage was smashed wide open, her labia vanishing from sight as they sealed around the immense girth and were pushed inwards, her poor hole obliterated as he bore down against her hard enough to loudly crack the floor further, the heavy, already broken bed scratching loudly on the ground as it was pushed several feet to the side.

Torques stared in amazement, jerking off furiously even as his shrunken penis refused to respond to the stimulation, staying flaccid and sad, even as arousal flooded through him at the sight of Vesta rocking her hips back in an uneven, furious beat, screaming her delight as her body burned with pleasure and arched violently, her head rolling from side to side as she growled Killer's name over and over again... and then Killer drew slowly back a few inches before slamming up to the hilt inside of her, and the demi-goddess rasped for breath as her eyes bulged and tears leaked out of them, her claws tearing into the mattress as she howled: "Holy... Fucking... Gods...!"

Killer licked his lips as he immediately began to build up a pace, his powerful thrusts picking up speed as he slammed in and out of her despite her passage already gripping into his thick shaft with amazing force, her muscles flexing, clenching and unclenching as she bucked her hips eagerly back against him, her pleasure dripping out of her as he buried his huge cock deep inside her, working her quickly towards her orgasm as he leaned forwards over her, covering her dominatingly as he slammed to the hilt into her body again and again, his eyes burning with lust and his own pleasure building up more and more...

But he was determined to get both Vesta and Alexis to release a few more times before blasting his load into and over them...

Killer snarled in rage as he was slammed violently backwards, his feet digging trenches in the fleshy floor as he pushed back and quickly steadied himself to a halt, gritting his fangs as he held the beast by the jaws, the snake's mouth still struggling against his monstrous strength to try and snap closed, but there was no way for it to work as Killer's enormous muscles bulged with power and he wrestled the beast back.

The deadly tongue of the monstrosity had grown back in place as soon as the snake had licked up the ungodly mess of gore on the floor, but two of Killer's tentacles had wrapped around it and were wrestling it back from the liger's chest.

Two more of his spiked, black-fleshed tentacles were battling back the horde of Inquisitors and ferocious corpses and body-parts all trying to assault him from behind... and the god's eyes were glowing in rage as he whipped his tentacles up and sent the bone-tongue impaling vertically straight up through the snake's palate, the spike tearing through the beast's head and bursting out of the top of it... but even so, the monster only roared and lunged forwards again with all its strength, with mindless fury and hunger, trying to swallow the liger whole.

Killer bent on his legs, then reversed the momentum with a roar, lifting the enormous snake off the ground and then ramming him down hard into it, stunning the monstrosity briefly: he quickly let go of the jaws, his hands seizing instead the two huge, curved venom fangs. The god snarled, muscles bulging powerfully as tore outwards, and ripped both huge fangs, each bigger than his whole body, off. The snake this time let out a chilling shriek of agony, writhing violently on the ground, and Killer immediately leapt onto its head, slamming one fang down into the skull of the creature with all his strength, sending the tooth piercing all the way down through the lower jaw, pinning the monster to the ground.

It cried loudly, but not the wound nor the venom did anything to stop it for good, the monster rocking its body violently to try and tear free even as Killer pile-drove the other fang down through the snake's body.

The liger quickly ran back towards the head of the monster, intent on exploiting the moment while it was pinned, but he grunted in shock as all the bones and fragments suspended in the semi-liquid body made of blood suddenly shot upwards to pelt him, countless bone projectiles piercing into his flesh and knocking him flying into the wall of the tunnel, where dozens of clawed hands immediately pushed out to tear into his flesh, dragging him back against the fleshy membrane.

The liger grunted in pain, his vision fading away... and suddenly he was starting at Vesta as she bucked lustfully under him, his contact with the himself inside Torques slipping away quickly... He focused immediately, trying to get back in control, and swung his wrist-blades hard around himself as soon as he had again awareness of what was going on with the half of him inside Torques's mind, chopping many of the hands holding him as he kicked off the wall with a grunt, panting hard and shocked by how he had almost lost it.

This is surely the most crazed, absurd thing I've ever done while having sex. And I bet no one else can match such insanity.

_ _

"Lord Killer! Here, quick!" Torques's voice called out, and Killer turned back with a snarl, only to gape in surprise at the sight of a young Torques wearing a white tunic and sporting large, blindingly luminous angel wings. The angel, who looked sane and kind, unlike the older, corrupt version of the eagle, was poking his head out of a door which had somehow appeared from nothing into the fleshy wall of the tunnel, and Killer was unsure on whether he should trust the friendly hand stretched towards him or if it was all a trick...

"Please. Trust me." The young Torques softly prayed, and Killer made his decision, charging into the door just as the blood serpent rocked its head hard to the side, roaring in agony as the side of its skull burst apart to tear free of the first venom fang.

The angel curled up out of the way to let the far larger male squeeze into the door, and then he pushed the passage closed... and suddenly, they were in a whole different place, where the sound of the serpent's roars couldn't reach them.

Killer took a deep breath, shaking his head briefly before straightening, pushing bloodied bangs of his long mane out of his eyes as he turned towards the young, small Torques, who was panting hard, slumped with his back against an empty, anonymous white wall where the door had been moments before.

The angel was very slender, almost scrawny. Very different from the Torques Killer had known, who, albeit not comparable to the massive liger, had been a tall, muscular and powerful man. This one angel looked like a frail boy... but on the other hand, he had a soft, sincere face, bright golden eyes and wings of a glorious, luminous white.

"Are you okay, kid...?" Killer hesitatingly asked, sincerely embarrassed by the situation and not even sure if he could trust the angel or not. He supposed it was a good version of Torques, a personification of his best side, but it could just as well have been a trap, a trick thought by Torques to put him into even worse trouble than the blood-snake could give.

"Yes..." The angel softly replied, slowly straightening up before coughing hard. "Just... was quite a struggle to come up to here. I'm... I've long been in a pretty bad shape." The eagle said, before laughing softly as he patted his tunic, smoothing out the light fabric over his lean form, before the boy humbly looked up and held his little hand out, adding: "I'm Torques. Well. Of course I am. You already know that... but I'm... Torques as he used to be."

Killer tilted his head to the side slightly, but then carefully took the small hand into his far larger one, careful to give just the lightest of squeezes not to crush the fragile boy's fingers into mush. "Thanks for the help, Good-Torques." Killer awkwardly said, and the angel smiled widely and nodded a bit.

"My pleasure. I am actually very glad you captured Torques... I might not approve your ways all the time, but I am honestly happy of your intervention. The current Torques is a tormented, sadistic monster who has long forgotten how to control his darkness... and he had to be stopped. While in your custody, I know I won't be hurting anyone else." The angel paused, then dropped his head forwards and bowed deeply, saying quietly: "I'm horribly ashamed and sorry for what I did to Diana, Lord Killer. I have no idea how far that torture would have gone, hadn't you arrived to put a stop to it. Typhon had ordered the Arkangels to ensure I had all the time and freedom I wanted to... play with her."

Killer repressed the sudden eruption of rage he felt at the thought of what had been done to Diana, and he fatigued to chase out of his head the images of what else, even worse, could have happened. He forced himself to stay calm and focused, and he closed his eyes for a moment as he replied: "I don't think it was actually you, was it...? You should not apologize for something you did not do."

The angel smiled softly at that, but shook his head sadly: "It was me. I am just a part of myself, sure... but I was here while it happened. And I couldn't stop it from happening. It was another one failure on my part... one of so many in these long, painful years."

Killer made a bit of a grimace, unable to hate the scrawny, meek angel but at the same time struggling not to be overcome by anger... and he turned away from Torques, to gaze down the corridor they were in: a straight, long tunnel flooded with white light, the distant end of it confused in the whiteness.

"Look, I'm here for an experiment. I need to... reach the controls, so to speak." Killer muttered, rubbing a hand into his mane as he sighed a bit. "I don't even know what I'm looking for. But it is the place from which I can control your body and mind."

"Yes, I know. And I'm here to lead you there." The angel serenely replied, walking forwards down the long corridor and moving a hand softly to invite Killer to follow.

The huge liger hesitated for a moment, but quickly caught up with the small angel, actually measuring his long steps not to overcome him as the slender boy breathed with loud, evident difficulties.

"Can I help you...? You sound like you are in very poor shape." The god asked, and Torques laughed softly, shaking his head slowly. "Oh, you could carry me easily and I could just open the way for you... but I will save you the indignity of carrying me on your shoulder. But yes, I am in very poor health. I've been getting worse and worse over the years."

"You..." Killer started, before pausing awkwardly for a long moment, until the angel nodded deeply and explained: "I don't get listened to from way too long. I'm no longer considered, and I'm slowly dying because of it. I used to be the main voice in Torques's head, the guide of the small council within his "control centre", the place that you are seeking. But I've been kicked out so long ago now..."

The angel coughed hard, stumbling weakly, and Killer waited for him to recover a bit, until the eagle moved another step, carrying on as nothing had happened, even his face showed all the signs of a huge fatigue.

"I know you saw the memory of how Typhoon made Torques what he is now." The eagle said after a moment, looking down at his feet in painful shame. "That was the day I got kicked out. The day in which my suggestions and my warnings ceased to matter. But my health had been deteriorating for a long time before that."

Killer listened patiently as they slowly walked down the corridor. He thought about making a run for it, and just get his task done... but he couldn't. He wanted to learn the story of that poor, quiet boy. And anyway, he soon realized that the seemingly-endless corridor only formed as the small angel approached, taking shape from luminous, white emptiness.

"Torques was a mortal, once. An anonymous mortal... brilliant, in some ways, but never enough to really accomplish something out of the ordinary in life, much as he tried and much as he dreamed to leave a mark. He was also unfortunate in love... he had plenty of affection to give, but never found a person willing to receive from him. His fault, probably, in part... he was too shy to make it evident that he was searching.

Torques does not come out of a family tragedy. He wasn't an orphan, as a child he had the grace of a normal family. His parents at times shouted and argued, sure, but there was no family tragedy: he was well tended to. He was often alone because his parents both worked, but he was an educated and judicious little boy, so he studied and did pretty well at school.

He was horrible in sports, however, physically weak and anonymous in look and was too shy. His parents made him too judicious, indeed... he was never out with his peers in the afternoons, he never was part of the pranks and games of children. So, inexorably, he was progressively cut out of the groups which always form in life. He ended up being bullied and mocked... and he suffered terribly because of it."

The angel paused, panting for a few long moments, catching his breath and finding the strength to finally continue: "As he got older, he realized what had happened. He realized that he had lost so many chances. But he felt like there was no way to recover the lost time: all those groups, so tightly knitted, how could he get in...? He was the bullied, the left-out, the one no one really cared for. And he was too shy, too afraid and too disappointed in himself to try hard to change that. He had a few friends he saw every now and then, of course... but he was always on the fence. Not entirely out, but definitely not in, either.

He got bitter and sad, over time. Unable to find a way out, and increasingly depressed by his shortcomings. Being so anonymous in looks, so scrawny and weak, so poor in any sport... he felt useless and hopeless, convincing himself that he did not have what it took to achieve any kind of success in life. Convincing himself that he was too ugly, too weak, too uninteresting to get anywhere. For all his life he was an unaccomplished loving soul: kind and gentle and capable of moving thoughts and actions when circumstances called for it, but in many ways detached from the rest of the community. Lost.

His personality split increasingly in half, as a dark side grew into him. A dark fantasy of power, a lust for strength and for its use in unnecessary violence and ferocity. Power, as way to gain the adoration of others. Power, to be better and more loved than those he so envied. Power, to accomplish himself and leave a sign of his passage in the world. He wanted a family, he wanted some success, he wanted to make things better. Modest targets, mind you... but they felt so distant and so impossible to reach that they turned into envy of others, rage, depression, frustration."

Killer tilted his head slightly away, closing his eyes with a grimace of pain and shame. Torques's story reminded him of his own in many ways... with the horribly humiliating and saddening difference that Killer hadn't been bullied. He hadn't been unfortunate in love. He hadn't been weak and scrawny. Never. He had been lucky in so many ways... and yet, for so many years he had completely lost control of himself, using all his luck to bring destruction and pain upon others. For seven years he had rampaged aimlessly, just because he could. Just because his power, his being able of doing as he pleased without anyone being able to stop him, made him blind to the suffering of his victims, making him focus only on his pleasure, on his cruel lust. He had turned into a monster, without even having a past which could somehow justify his decay.

Now he was striving to be a better person, sure... but the monstrosities he had committed would stay with him forever, and never would he have any justification for that rage, for that bloodlust he had allowed to guide his actions.

"When Torques died, alone, of natural death, he was admitted into Heaven. His dark fantasies had never broken loose from the depths of his soul, and he had been his kind, if of cynical appearance, self for all his life. He never really caused any harm to others, and his darkness was sadness more than anything else. He was just a Benevolent, at first, since he had never done well enough in life to be an angel... In Heaven he found relief, at first. He became a low tier officer in the Heavenly Senate, working for the Council, and he managed to start a family for himself, marrying and having one daughter. He finally managed to leave the mark he had always dreamed to leave... he even managed to become an angel, in recognition of the good he did to other benevolents fatiguing to fit into Heaven, to let go of their mortal past.

But his inner darkness was still there, and Typhon could smell it from miles away. Torques's darkness had potential, Typhoon thought... and so he began to appeal to that darkness to bring it to the surface." The angel told, pausing to cough violently, before he gritted his teeth in powerless rage and resigned pain, shutting his eyes for a moment as he repressed a weak groan. "Oh, Torques had doubts when Typhon took an interest in him. But Typhon behaved so nicely, and talked so softly, and was the right hand of God! How could Torques fail to listen? Typhon promised Torques that he would personally help in making his life better, in getting some of the things that in life he had always only dreamt of. Nothing of it was cruel and sadistic, at first... indeed, Typhon made Torques a huge gift: the god promoted Torques and transferred him to work in his office. But working for the head of the Heavenly Council was only the first step. The second gift was a greater one, one that struck chords so much deeper inside Torques: Typhon blessed him with a massive, strong, muscular body. The kind of body that Torques had always envied and desired.

In front of such generous gift, how could doubts ever be justified? Torques was completely hooked, and my voice got more and more irrelevant, while ambition and lust grew so much louder in his head."

"And then Lord God left Heaven, and Typhon was left as Ruling Prince, with no one above him to be feared. He was free to do all he wanted..." Killer calmly said, imagining how things had gone.

The eagle, unsurprisingly, nodded. "Typhon immediately started to consolidate his power. He had no intention to be a deputy. He wanted, and wants to take over completely. He has no intention of handing power back when Lord God returns. And among his plans, forming a feared, elite group of Inquisitors to use to punish the "sinners" who dared being obstacles to him in any way was very high on the list. Torques was an ideal candidate: with a deep, terrible core of sadism and bloodlust to be exploited; a big debt of gratitude to Typhon that made him almost blind to what he was doing, other than paying back for the gifts he had received; and a subservient, humble nature which, despite his increased power, would ensure his eternal obedience."

"At that point, it did not take long to seduce Torques into becoming an Inquisitor. Typhon started to show him how he used his power opened every door, got him whatever he wanted. Torques was handed more and more authority, was allowed to dare more and more, with the blessing of the Council. He was given political authority, and physical power.

And this one appealed to him the most. Typhoon exploited that fascination, teased Torques into giving in to it. Typhon ended up showing how he used his own power to torture, abuse, kill, enslave, punish... and Torques watched on in growing admiration, envy and lust. Torques was amazed by the power Typhon held over everyone else. His initial worries and hesitations were progressively overcome by fascination and arousal for how Typhon could destroy his enemies, play with their bodies and souls, with their very existences, without anyone being able to resist him in any way.

Torques grew to crave the same dark pleasure, the same cruel omnipotence over his victims... and that's how Inquisitor Torques came into being. This is why Torques does what he does... all the idiocies about the holiness of Heaven, the need to purge the sinners, the need to protect the Council and his ruling... it is all a smokescreen. Lies that Typhon fed into Torques... and that Torques keeps repeating to himself to drown away the last weak voice of remorse in his mind."

Killer nodded a bit as the silence fell between them, the liger feeling his eyes stinging as he thought of his own shortcomings, so much worse than Torques's ones... before he finally cleared his throat and said softly: "Thank you for sharing the story with me. It... changes things a good bit. I hadn't understood him before. Now it is... different."

"None of what happened in Torques's life justifies the corrupt choice he made... but there is perhaps a little bit of space for some pity for his failings. He lived wishing for nothing more than being accepted and being able to give things that would last." The angel replied quietly, before he smiled bitterly as he sensed Killer's pain and worries, adding quietly: "Power corrupts, Lord Killer. It corrupts both who has it, and who hasn't it."

Killer gazed back at the small angel, swallowing thickly as he considered his words, and thought of his terrible past... and he nodded in silent agreement. "At least he had good intentions. I can't even say that in my defence."

"The path to Hell is paved with good intentions, Lord Killer. Intentions don't help much, if we allow them to be warped into crimes. And it is very easy... it happens all the time." The angel quietly replied, before pausing for a few long moments, until he sighed and added: "Lord Killer, I cannot say I like what you did in the past. Defence? I will be frank. There is no defending what you did. You are tempted, all the time, by the immense power you have. But that is no excuse for failing to control yourself. I can't even say I approve all you do now, either... but you are sincerely rejecting your past and you are dominating your urges and lusts to do the right thing. And this is to be admired to no end. What you must do, is carry on. Keep walking on this path. You are destined to accomplish wonders... and if you will keep your word, they'll be good wonders, which will balance the evil of your past."

Killer nodded, meditating the words of the small angel in his heart, and finding comfort in the fact that they at least nurtured his hope of one day make up for his past. No, there was no point in defending what he had done. He did not want to, anyway. He only needed to be told that his path of redemption wasn't a lie, but a true hope. He couldn't ask for more, and he smiled softly, whispering: "Thank you."

The angel smiled slightly at that, tilting his head to the side in gentle dismissal, before he murmured simply: "We are almost there, Lord Killer..."

The huge male liger nodded, seeing gates taking shape ahead of them, leading onto a long bridge suspended over a great height. It connected the gates to a circular platform in the distance, where several computers stood near a few large armchairs set in a circle.

"Is... is there a way to put you back in the seat, and have you turning Torques back into the good person he once was...?" Killer asked, looking down at the eagle with a hope in his heart... but the angel only smiled a sad smile, answering quietly: "You could, probably. But it would be a conversion made by means of strength and violence. Maybe it would work for a little while, maybe no. Soon enough, it would fail for sure, unless you used strength to keep Torques in line, all the time. Look at me: I've been left abandoned and starving in the shadows for too long. I'm fading away. There is no room for me here anymore. The only way for it to happen would be by means of honest and personal conversion: Torques must change by himself. He must realize his errors, and wish to make the right thing. That will bring me back with the strength I need to help him along on the right path." The angel paused, then smiled warmly and touched Killer's huge hand, adding: "Torques can still save himself. But he must be the one to do it. Like you did with yourself: you have had the strength to recognize your error, and the force to decide that it was time to change, and you are working to make up for your sins. You are on the path to redemption. Torques must find his own. And while the both of you can still get lost forever, I trust you, Lord Killer. I feel that your choice is sincere, and that your will is strong."

"Thank you..." Killer softly said, smiling quietly, before he asked: "What should I do with Torques, then...? And with his family?"

"Do as you planned to do all along." The angel replied simply, and Killer recoiled a bit in surprise, amusing the eagle, who only laughed softly before explaining: "You planned to keep him as a prisoner, and he deserves that. He deserves the punishments you will deliver, too. All of them. And even with his family... I know what you planned to do, and I think you should do it, too. I know that, even without knowing Torques's past, you would have treated his wife and daughter with kindness... with the exception of their nether regions, of course." The angel said, smiling a little as he gazed up at the gigantic cock of the liger, his eyes slowly running down the immense length and the small male visibly gulped as he took in the monstrous girth. "You aren't really equipped for kindness. Even your softer approach will... yeah." The eagle coughed into a fist, looking away embarrassedly before he added: "But you will treat them fairly. I know you will treat them even better now that you know the story... and I know they will be happy sharing your bed. Sophie and Sylvie have never approved what has become of their husband and dad, and he has become cold and arrogant to them... They both can use a lover. And who knows. Humiliating Torques in front of them could actually help in bringing out the old Torques. It'll be almost too kind a punishment, really, since a big part of him is going to love every moment of it. And the girls will enjoy it a lot themselves, I can tell."

"Yeah." Killer awkwardly replied, grinning stupidly at how weird the conversation was getting, wishing once more that he had been able to at least summon his jeans. Being naked like that made that weird conversation all the more awkward.

"Just... don't kill him, Lord Killer, I beg you. Punish him, destroy him. But then bring him back. Keep him in existence. Give him chances. He is badly corrupted, and probably will never change, at this point. But do keep him alive, as a favor to me, if you will. Everyone deserves a second chance, but I know he will need more than just two. He doesn't deserve to have more chances, but... still. I want to nurture the tiny hope that his mind one day will clear. I beg you to keep him in existence, just so that hope can live." The eagle bowed his head forwards, imploring Killer to show long-lasting mercy, and the liger nodded after a short moment, saying quietly: "I will nurture the same hope."

The angel looked up with a wide, warm smile, looking relieved, and he clapped his hands softly, exclaiming: "Then we shall make haste, Lord Killer. We won't go undetected forever, and I probably already held you for too long... but I really, really wanted you to know Torques's real story." The eagle hurried towards the gates as he spoke, touching them and then backstepping a little as they glowed white and slowly began to swing open, the angel admitting: "I've made this corridor longer than it should have been, because I needed time. Please, pardon me for it."

"I don't mind." Killer gently replied, before following the angel through the open gates and onto the bridge. He looked up and around himself, but there was little to see: they were mid-way down an apparently endless shaft with smooth white walls all around. The platform floated right in the middle, suspended over the abyss, a river of dark-red thoughts and worries bubbling down below.

Killer expected that at any moment something horrible could happen, and he was worried that Torques would send the bridge crashing down into the deep shaft, but they reached the platform without trouble, and the panting, exhausted angel walked towards one of the armchairs, caressing it delicately with one hand, letting out a sad sigh.

Killer stood behind him, waiting respectfully for a few moments... before he looked up sharply as he felt something approaching, his eyes widening as a second Torques, this time in the shape that Killer had known, leapt up from under the platform, drooling as it charged forwards moving on all fours.

Killer tensed and prepared for a fight, but a single look was enough to let him know that there was no danger at all: the new Torques was the personification of the Inquisitor's submissive side. The eagle was naked and almost feral in his hunger and lust, moving on all fours like an animal and completely naked as he crawled forwards to lick Killer's thick toes, hugging his ankle and worshipfully kissing the top of his foot.

The Good-Torques looked at this with an enigmatic smile even as he collapsed backwards into the armchair, his breath weak and sporadic as Killer saw several feathers falling away from his angel wings, wondering sadly how much time the Good Torques had left to live.

He was distracted by the licking and kissing from Submissive, who lapped hungrily at his toes before looking up at his exposed, enormous cock, groaning: "Master is so strong... Please, let me worship you... let me suck your mega cock..."

"How about no...?" Killer snorted, tearing his foot free and walking towards the computers, while Submissive happily crawled at his side, following him around like an obedient dog. The liger looked at this absently, then leaned over the control console, curiously gazing at the screens to see that they displayed what Torques was seeing in that moment... that was Killer's ass, as the Inquisitor was still busy licking it, sneaking lustful gazes at the liger's huge balls bouncing as his enormous cock rammed in and out of Vesta's clenching, squirting sex.

I'm staring at my own balls from inside another guy's mind. How's that for weird stuff...?

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The commands looked simple enough, as the screen nearby showed a graphic of Torques's body, and there were joysticks and even a microphone to control the Inquisitor in any way he wanted. But Killer didn't even try to use those commands, instead snorting and rolling his eyes as he grumbled: "Show your face, Bad. I know you are here too."

"How smart." Torques's voice coldly replied, before the white wall of the shaft rippled and warped, pushing out in the shape of an enormous, gargantuan body, which had to be several thousand feet tall to say the least. The platform was beneath the level of his testicles, as a gigantic Torques pushed out of the wall, sporting a body that was far bigger and bulkier than Killer had known, bulging in massive muscles and glorified by balls of gigantic proportions, as a hard, erect cock of equally massive sizes pushed out above the platform, casting it in darkness. "I thought about surprising you, but it seems I won't have that pleasure. No problem, anyway... killing you will be more than pleasant enough." Torques said, grinning as he rolled his shoulders and stretched out, flexing his arms a couple of times to show off the godlike size of his biceps, his arms covered in hard, potent muscle as he loomed thousands of feet above the platform, filling the shaft up with his immense mass.

"But first I need to find you." Bad Torques said, cackling as he seized into the base of his colossal cock, stroking his length lazily for a moment before he angled the titanic shaft off to the side and leaned down to look over the platform, rumbling: "There you are! My excuses, but little fleas like you can be difficult to spot, insignificant as you are."

Bad Torques cackled at that, stroking his immense member leisurely as he leaned down further, gazing down at the tiny liger, before he spotted the good version of himself and added: "And you, too, weakling. You finally came out of your hiding hole... you look like shit, I will blow you into dust with just my breath!"

Good only smiled quietly, sitting in the armchair and looking up at the giant, cruel version of himself with a soft smile of serenity and acceptation, as more and more feathers fell away from his wings, and his form began to fade away.

Killer walked forwards to stand in front of Good, looking coldly up at the giant, but Bad only laughed before leaning down closer, growling: "You can't save him, Lord Killer. You can't even save yourself. You are just a microbe, here!"

"Put me to the test, bitch." Killer calmly replied, before snorting as he leaned into the hurricane winds of Bad's snort, the gigantic Torques contemptuously snorting out of his beak... But Killer stood as still as a mountain, even as Submissive screamed and hugged the liger's leg as tightly as he could not to be blown away.

Killer looked over his shoulder in horror, and his eyes widened as he saw Good close his eyes and be dissolved, blown away into dust and feathers... but the bright eyes of the angel did not vanish immediately. They had enough time to open one last time, staring into Killer's as the voice of the young boy echoed one last time, from a huge distance away: "I'm glad I got the time to talk to you. We might meet again... if our hope lives."

Killer nodded slightly, gritting his teeth as he stared at the eyes vanishing in a puff of smoke that was immediately dissolved into the tremendous wind... before he growled in fury as Bad Torques cackled loudly, jerking his enormous cock with both hands as he exclaimed: "Told you so! Blown away like dust!"

"I'm still here, though." The liger roared, and the gigantic eagle only huffed, shrugging and saying: "Not for long. There is nothing you can do here. I'm in charge of everything, you see... If I decide to drop a sperm of mine on you, it won't be a fish, but a whale. I'd crush you like a bug. But that would be too much of an honor..." The eagle paused briefly, and then grinned widely as he said: "I'll chop your tiny little dick off. That misery should not be allowed to exist in front of my big beast anyway..." Torques laughed, taking a slow, majestic stroke over his immense black cock, before he pointed a clawed finger down at the liger. "Say goodbye to your little toy!"

A blade of wind shot up from the floor of the platform, turning into a steel crescent which slammed into the base of Killer's flaccid, huge member... and crumpled like paper, falling off with a loud clang, as Submissive scrambled backwards in fear, only to cheer loudly when Killer shrugged the attack off.

Killer crossed his muscular arms on his chest and grinned up at the eagle, who stared in confusion and shock down at him, before pointing his finger again, sending dozens of the blades shooting up against Killer from every direction, trying to cut him down to size but failing miserably as all the blades crumbled, crumpled, snapped in half, bounced back, unable to do him any damage, as Submissive stared in arousal, jerking his small member furiously as he cackled: "Yes, yes, yes! Master is too strong, Master is invincible!"

"Not possible..." Torques grumbled, shaking his head angrily before ramming his gargantuan shaft down atop the platform, slapping the colossal cock down to crush the liger like a fly, but the eagle grunted in pain and shock as Killer pushed up one finger and effortlessly held the mighty member aloft like it weighted nothing.

"This is not possible! This is my mind, I am the strongest here!" Torques howled, seizing into the platform with both hands and ripping it up, the bridge falling apart as the titanic eagle lifted the control centre up to eye level, glaring down at Killer and looking for an explanation of his failure. "How...? How can this be...? You are just a flea, and I am the god!"

"It is very simple, actually..." Killer said, walking forwards calmly before smashing his fist into the eagle's beak, cracking it apart and sending blood bursting out of it as it was snapped almost clear off Torques's face, the titanic eagle crashing backwards into the wall of the shaft with a shriek of agony and disbelief.

"There's a big problem with your fantasy of being bigger and stronger and badder than me. It is just an illusion, for you before it is for me. In reality, we both know that those muscles of yours are nothing but hot air..."

As Killer spoke, Torques stared at him in terror, shaking his head slowly even as his immense musculature quickly deflated, air hissing out of them as if they were balloons holed by a sharp pin.

"... that big cock is nothing but a cheap plastic fake..."

Torques seized into the base of his shaft with cries of denial, but it was all useless, as a gigantic strap on fell off, revealing his real, far smaller pink dick.

"... and you are nowhere near that tall and large..."

Torques whimpered weakly as his height shrunk away quickly, his body size soon reducing to match Killer's, then shrinking further, the eagle curling up against the wall as the giant male liger once more loomed above, Killer's body bulging with real muscle, with barely restrained power, with masculine vigor, as the liger's immense black cock, flaccid but already huge, cast a shadow over him.

"... and we both know that I'm the real deal, that I'm the real titan, and that you are out there right now kissing my ass for it..."

Torques hugged himself and cried now, trembling violently and opening and closing his mouth again and again, mouthing the shriek "no" but unable to let out any sound at all as Killer grew in front of him. And grew. And grew. The liger flexed his enormous musculature with a cruel laughter, outgrowing the size that Torques had had before in merely instants, before he slammed his hands into the walls of the deep shaft and shoved these off like they were made of paper, sending them crumbling into dust and fragments as he grew further, the eagle rattling in despair as he stared at those enormous, sky-filling muscles bulge even bigger, even stronger, as the liger's legs became divinities in their own right, towering above him for miles, as the liger's omnipotent malehood cast its shadow over the world, the head of it looking like a planet, his immense balls too far upwards to be properly seen, their vast underside filling his vision. Killer's feet alone were divine: a single toe looked like a mountain to him, and each talon could have squished him out of existence at any moment. Somewhere on top of the gigantic toe, Submissive was hugging and kissing a strand of Killer's fur which was, alone, bigger than a redwood in proportion to the worshiping eagle.

Torques shrieked in denial when Killer slowly, majestically squatted down, the eagle trembling in the shadow of the immense balls and the colossal cock, which seemed to rush down towards him to bring apocalypse and annihilation. Killer's laughter boomed louder than thunder high above, rattling the world with greater power than any earthquake, as the downdraft of wind from the movement of those immense balls blew walls and ruins and Torques himself into the air, blowing them miles away as the god's potent, thick virile scent rolled over everything with crushing strength, marking the powerless, tiny world forever.

Torques crashed to the ground with a shriek of agony, blown a thousand miles away just by the downdraft of Killer's balls rushing down as the god squatted, and he groaned in despair as he was blown into the air again, slapped away like dust as those enormous testicles and Killer's cockhead smashed into the ground, digging ungodly, immense craters with their phenomenal weight and mass.

Torques was about to shriek in agony and fear as he crashed into the ground again, but he violently bit his tongue to hold his fear in as he tried to hide in a large crack in the ground, hoping that Killer would not see him, now that he truly was nothing but a speck of dust to the titanic god.

But he couldn't even hide, Torques tearing feathers off his head as he shrieked in despair as Killer's immense hand slowly came down from high above, the liger grinning down at him and looking at him with a glowing, sapphire eye.

Torques sobbed and cried miserably, trashing in terror in his hiding hole as the ground rattled again when Killer's claws tore into the earth, miles and miles away from his position, yet feeling like they were closing right on him.

Killer laughed as he carefully brought the tip of his claws together, effortlessly ripping up a lump of terrain that to his eyes was just a speck of dirt, but that measured easily thousands of miles in each direction, more than a nation's worth of land trapped hopelessly between the very tips of his claws. Torques, a true microbe to his eyes, was trapped in the middle of that doomed wasteland, caged by the god's immense fingers all around. The eagle was frozen in place by terror and shock as Killer effortlessly lifted him and that whole piece of land up to his cock, the liger holding up his flaccid member and giving the eagle a breath catching vision of his enormous, yawning cumslit, which looked hundreds of time wider than the lump of ground he was prisoner upon. Torques could only breathlessly stare down at that wide, immense black hole, murmuring prayers long forgotten as Killer snickered and teased: ""There you go, bitch. The proportions between us have been set straight, finally. So you will remember who the microbe is."

Killer murred, flexing his immense cock so that the cumslit yawned like a hungry, eager mouth, and Torques shrieked so loud that the giant god managed to hear him, licking his lips in dark pleasure. "There you go, insignificant flea... You'll better hope you do not meet one of MY sperms on the way down...!" Killer exclaimed, grinning widely as he dropped the speck of dirt and the insignificant gnat on it onto his cumslit, letting them fall into oblivion, for a long, long, long freefall, which felt endless to the doomed, tiny eagle.

The liger grinned widely at that, rolling his shoulders slowly and growling softly in delight at his own immense size and power, his muscles flexing and bulging explosively as his enormous cock gave an eager, hungry throb, flexing hard. Killer let out a low murr at the realization that Torques and the lump of earth were both gone for sure, crushed out of existence by that lazy throb of his cock, stretching idly before he simply commanded: "Punch yourself in the face. Hard."

And outside, Torques paused from his worship of Killer's ass to sit back a bit and land a punch with all of his strength upon his own beak, bruising his own face before doing it again, and a third time as Killer so ordered, until his beak was cracked and a streak of blood leaked out of his mouth.

"Well. Experiment completed, I'd say." Killer mused, looking entertained before closing his eyes to focus on the way out of Torques's mind, to fully return to his own...

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." Vesta cried out, blissfully moaning the words out as she bucked her hips furiously up against his thrusts, her rhythm broken and crazed as her voice rose into a scream of delight as her body burned with pleasure, her back arching as she writhed and ground sensually into the soaked, devastated bed, swinging her head from side to side as pearly tears fell from her eyes and her firm breasts bounced savagely on her heaving chest. "Fucking hell, Killer... so much... so good..." The demi-goddess groaned, panting hard as she rocked her hips enticingly, grunting as she felt her muscles spasming and flexing, her stretched and devastated sex clenching slowly over his hard, massive, unrelenting pillar of a cock as it rammed in and out of her with brutal force, her hands stroking all over his muscular front, running down his masculine chest and rubbing into the chiseled profile of his powerful abs as the male leaned down overtop her, his hands squeezing almost viciously into her huge breasts as she leaned up lo lick a few drops of sweat from his thick chest, the female moaning softly as her eyes rolled up into her head and her vision almost faded away. Drool fell from her lips as she screamed in delight, clawing into his thick, enormous muscles as she curled up under his huge form, loving how his strong body completely covered hers, as he panted hotly but yet sounded still completely in control of his as well as her ecstasy, even as he slammed into her with enough power to bounce her whole body off the bed, lifting her up into the air and then ramming her down into the mattress again, her shriek coming out breathlessly as her juices and blood and his thick, potent precum splattered out of her torn and ravaged sex with every violent thrust of the male above, her pelvis loudly creaking and her buttocks bruised by the sheer force of his thrusts, which sent his heavy, gigantic testicles ramming into her with a loud, intimidating tattoo. A rhythmical slamming which echoed in Torques's mind, making him grin stupidly as he admired the power of the enormous male liger, more and more awestruck which each passing second.

The eagle swallowed thickly as Vesta howled her delight and her muscular, spread legs trembled hard, kicking a bit at the air as she roared in bliss, screaming Killer's name over and over as she experienced another orgasm, her hands gripping into his huge biceps as tears leaked from her eyes and blood streaked down her buttocks, mixed with the thick white precum of the male, bursting out from her sex, even as bliss surged through her system, her nectar bursting out of her clenching sex in violent waves which spurted out from around his thick, massive shaft, her destroyed pussy collapsing inwards every time he pushed forth as he slammed to the hilt into her body, again and again and again, the huge male growling in pleasure as he felt her clenching, as her fluids flooded out around his enormous cock, as her screams of euphoria filled his ears. Vesta grinned widely, fangs gritted tightly as she savored the incredible intensity of her climax, as even the pain added to the bliss, the brutal stretching caused by his immense cock giving her thrills of delight as she gazed up at his imposing form, loving how he loomed over her, how dangerous he felt, how helpless and pinned she was, at the mercy of his lust and whim as her ravaged passage felt like it would tore apart with how hard it clenched around the gigantic invader which slammed deep, insanely deep into her body, making her abdomen bulge out obscenely as her bones creaked. She panted breathlessly as her orgasm stretched on and on, the male's powerful ramming riding her release out and eliciting more and more waves of ecstasy, as she cried his name over and over while he mercilessly continued to slam in with long, savage thrusts.

"You lasted even less this time around... he's making you cum like an inexperienced little schoolgirl." Alexis teased, grinning widely as she sensually played with her own gaping, stretched-out, ravaged sex, her fingers thrusting up into a river of juices still leaking out of her.

Vesta panted hard, and struggled to pull up a arm to give Alexis the finger, making the goddess laugh softly... the queen of Seraphims had little time to pull her breath as her orgasm calmed down and subsided, though, as Killer first slowed down and pulled slowly back out of her, making her groan weakly... before he grinned predatorily and slammed his immensity back in all the way, smashing into her womb and making her eyes bulge out as she spasmed and kicked at the air, a new orgasm striking and her nectar firing out in thick spurts as she howled: "Fuck yeah, Master... I'm your little schoolgirl... I'm whatever you want me to be for you..:"

"Of course you are, bitch!" Killer growled, grinning as he seized her by the throat and began to pound her with brutal shoves, burying himself to the hilt with each powerful piston, breaking an orgasm out of her with every single thrust, making her sob in uncontrollable bliss until she begged with trembling voice: "Cum, master, cum in your bitches... cum on your bitches... fill them up... bathe them in your seed... drench them in your thick load..."

But Killer wanted to triumph, not just to win. He pulled back out of her, making her shriek in pain and ecstasy at once as a river of juices gushed out of her sloppily-devastated sex and her back arched violently, her muscles flexing and bulging like tires... And Torques stared in awe as Killer once more moved over to Alexis, the huge male still in control even as once more Ira and the other females leaned up to lick and kiss at his shaft during the transfer, and he whined weakly as he watched Alexis opening once more her mouth, tongue outstretched, breath coming out in hungry panting before she grunted lustfully as Killer forcefully slammed his enormous shaft on her face, slapping her with the monstrously thick column of obsidian flesh that was dripping with Vesta's orgasm as well as with his potent precum, blood and juices. Killer snarled in delight and command and pleasure and power as she eagerly began licking and lapping and kissing, begging and pleading for his release, begging him to once more savagely pound her, licking and suckling and nibbling at the immense shaft even as he stroked himself rapidly, unloading a thick load of precum all over her divine features, unleashing sperms which were easily more than three inches long. Thick cascades of precum rolled down her cheeks, splashing in her cleavage and over the eager faces of Ira, Manticora, Alcana, Adrasthea as they all leaned up with open mouths to catch some of that prodigious load...

Torques was curled up on the floor, staring in amazement, his sanity shaky if not broken, shock edged on his features. Killer had fucked Alexis to orgasm, and then he had pulled out and had had Vesta sucking him clean, before fucking her too to her own orgasm. He had pulled out, and fucked Alexis's throat, got her to suck Vesta's juices off his shaft before fucking the goddess to another climax. Then he had moved again to Vesta, who had been able to hold up for a lot less before climaxing again. And again Alexis. And again Vesta. And again. And again.

Torques cheered him on breathlessly as he buried himself again inside Alexis, and fucked her with vicious force, bringing her to another vociferous release... And then, finally, he let his own pleasure flood over the edge, and he roared and closed his eyes, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cock throbbed powerfully and blasted enormous loads of thick, almighty cum into Alexis's depths as she roared in joy and pleasure, her legs spasming even as she wrapped them tightly around his hips, rocking hers as hard as she could against his mighty shoves as the huge male exploded his load in volley after volley after thick, deep volley.

Eruption after eruption after eruption flooded into her body, Alexis's eyes bulging as she gaped and trembled as thick rivers of cum gushed out of her sex, bursting out from around his member even as the liger continued to orgasm, continued to pound fiercely into her for minutes on end, her abdomen swelling as he crammed her with potent load... before he pulled out and quickly buried himself into Vesta's own gaping sex, making her shriek in bliss as he cream-filled her to bursting point.

Between his legs, on either side of his enormous cock and heavy balls, Ira, Alcana, Adrasthea and Manticora knelt on the floor, leaning up into the flood, moaning as their tongues lapped at the male's immense shaft and at the females' pussies as they eagerly bathed in the excess cum cascading from above, the thick load drenching their large breasts and splattering all over their faces and heads... before Killer growled a hungry laughter as he stepped back and tore himself free of Vesta's devastated sex as she groaned loudly, massaging a belly which had swollen out like she was pregnant, a river of cum gushing out of her.

Ira, Manticora, Adrasthea and Alcana turned around eagerly, hugging each other as they knelt before the huge male as he towered above them, legs spread wide, his hands stroking the immense black cock as he blasted colossal gouts of seed that splattered all over faces and breasts and hair and abs and legs as the females pressed together and leaned forwards with tongues stretched eagerly out, jaws open wide to catch and swallow as much of their master's load as they could as they bathed in it and groaned in bliss, pushing their bodies together, pooling thick cum in their cleavages, massaging it over breasts and faces as the thick ropes fired even past them and all the way onto the bed, splattering Alexis and Vesta as they too pushed together, licking at each other's breasts and dragging their tongues slowly over their bodies to taste even more of his potent essence.

Finally, it slowed down and ended, the huge male panting and rolling his shoulders with a grin as he pumped the last few heavy splatters out of his gigantic cock, grinning in bliss as his musculature flexed powerfully.

"Woah... just... fuck." Vesta moaned, from where she was laying, sprawled onto the bed, chest heaving quickly as she tried to catch her breath, her legs trembling as she rubbed a hand over her sore, gaping, leaking sex. "Holy shit. It is true, it takes a goddess to withstand this."

"Told you so." Ira teased, smirking a little even as she suckled fingers that were saturated in thick, virile load.

Adrasthea was flushed and her cheeks crimson, but she swallowed tickly and then coughed to clear her throat a bit, trying to stay serious even as Manticora and Alcana licked her breasts clean. "The experiment was... very successful, I'd say. Killer was in... total control... all the time. He was able to work in Torques's mind while... taking care of us."

"Experiment...?" Vesta mumbled confusedly, and Alexis grinned in amusement before nodding, waving her hand dismissively and sending the Inquisitor unceremoniously back to his cell, the eagle vanishing from the spot with a weak moan. But before she could say a single word, she looked sharply up and gritted her fangs, announcing: "Gaia has lost it."

All others looked at her in surprise and confusion for an instant, but Killer knew that it was her sixth sense, her perception of energies, kicking in as the goddess leapt to her feet and snarled: "Brace!"

Everyone steadied in place as best they could, waiting for the unknown before snarling as they began to feel Gaia's enormous energy growing and growing in the distance... before they were almost thrown off balance as the ground under them rattled with tremendous violence, the windows cracking and exploding in countless shards of glass as books and weapons fell off the shelves, as a gigantic earthquake raged through Heaven, razing homes to the ground and cracking even the most ambitious and imposing of ancient fortresses, as a rumble like no other threatened to make everyone deaf, as the earth felt like it would tear open and swallow everything in an inferno of fire.

Out of the windows, and out of the large cracks spreading in the thick stone walls, the sky was turning red with the dancing, cruel light of an arson like the world had never seen before, the horizon turning into a line of fire, like the dawning sun had molten and turned into a sea of lava flowing over the earth.

"The Fourth Sky is burning like a candle..." Alcana murmured in shock, before shaking herself out of it to scramble towards her abandoned armor. Ira was already slipping into hers, the swords nearby, as everyone jumped up and prepared as quickly as possible, even as the ground continued to tremble under their feet, pieces of the roof starting to rain down as screams came from the other halls of the castle.

Vesta tried to stand up from the bed, her legs wobbling violently as she fell back down on the mattress, giggling a bit even as she flexed and tried to gather her energies, one hand squeezing on her abdomen and a thick wave of cum cascading out of her to splatter loudly on the floor, Ira looking concerned and asking: "Can you even walk...?"

"Course I can." Vesta grumbled, standing up again, looking a bit unsteady but nonetheless able to absently slap a huge chunk of falling stone away before it could hit her, the muscular female adding with a grin: "It's a good thing Master's cum is filled with so much energy. He would have probably crippled me for life otherwise."

Ira nodded with a grin at that, helping Vesta pull up her armor, her emerald eyes scouting the horizon, where a massive shape was looming over Kemuel, dwarfing even the Divine Tree over which the whole town sat, perched on the immense branches.

"Looks like we won't be graced with any more time for training." Alexis said, her eyes cold and focused as they prepared to charge into a fight that promised to be like no other, hoping that they could save Gaia... or at least stop her before she turned Hell and Heaven and the Mortal Plane into dust with the tremendous Fury of Nature.