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_A new chapter is finally ready. Time to squeeze some information out of the god of war, and punish him for his crimes. A warning: i've considered the possibility of ranking this chapter for extreme content, since it gets pretty bloody and cruel. If cuckolding, violence, humiliation and extremely rough sex are not your thing, you should not go ahead. You can imagine what to expect if you've been following the story for a while, though. Enjoy! _

The god of war had lots to lose. Planets, sanctuaries, worshippers, glory and its revered, feared title. His wife, he arguably had already lost a long time before... Yet, seeing her taken away will be a torture. From her point of view, a dream is finally becoming reality. The goddess of love is certainly happy to know that...

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Chapter 68 - To the victor go the spoils

Left behind with the order not to follow, and then cut out entirely from the clash when the portal to Taranis's private empire closed, Alexis, Vesta, Ira and the others had been forced into an uneasy wait. None of them wanted to show it and no one wanted to be seen doubting of Killer, but all the same they were worried, obviously. There was no denying that Killer had accepted to charge headlong into a trap, stepping in a fight that was completely unfair and meant to put him in front of impossible challenges. The odds were all against him, and had it been anyone other than Killer, they could have prepared the funeral as soon as the portal closed.

Being unable to perceive even a hint of what was happening made this even worse, leaving them prey of their own thoughts, imagination and worries, so that each second felt like a minute and each minute like a day. Alexis had tried to put her spectacular perception of energies to work, but there was no way to pierce through the walls in reality that enclosed Taranis's very own sanctuary.

They had tried keeping themselves busy with work, and that hadn't been complex, as Seraphims were still coming back from reconnaissance missions, reporting on the state of the new Heaven and on the movements of both Hell's and the Council's forces. Evacuation missions were also continuing, as the population of entire villages and towns sought Killer's protection and guidance, turning their backs to the Council's schemes and running away from Hell's rampaging demons. It was a veritable flood of angels and benevolents who all needed to be assessed, identified and distributed in the towns on the Middle Circle of the great mountain. The refugees couldn't be simply accepted inside the fortress without controls: spies, assassins and saboteurs sent from both Hell and the Council could easily hide between them. Several spies had indeed been discovered and incarcerated, while groups of saboteurs had had to be destroyed with merciless application of force as they had refused to surrender when discovered, instead assaulting the guards in a desperate attempt to fight their way out.

Thankfully, the defences that Killer had put in place around his Sanctuary were formidable and had solved several thorny issues on their own: shapeshifters who tried to get into Eaglenest by assuming the looks of innocent strangers were literally burned into ashes as they passed through the invisible but powerful outer energy barrier. It had happened a good few times in the first period, but the news of the consequences of trying such an approach had spread quickly, leading wannabe invaders to trying other approaches.

Alexis had spent some time at the gates, and her ability to read energies had spoiled the attempts of a couple groups of saboteurs, which she quickly crushed out of existence. But soon enough, the impatience and anxiety had won and she had walked back to the upper circle, to find out that most of the others had also returned there, nervously waiting for Killer's return. Even Diana had abandoned the hospital, as she couldn't find the necessary concentration to treat the wounded properly, her mind constantly drifting away, filled with thoughts about the battle.

Vesta had tried working on the new map of Heaven she was carefully putting together, but soon found that drawing was not a solution. She picked up the pen to write on with the book that laid unfinished on her desk, but soon abandoned that too... until she had cursed loudly and torn open her amazing armory, digging out a monstrous, gigantic sniper rifle, deciding that shooting things with extremely high caliber armour piercing rounds probably was a better way to vent anxiety.

They had taken position in the courtyard on top of one of the large bastions of the upper circle of the castle, and Alexis had used her energies to create a whole set of moving targets, bodies made of sapphire, solid light that moved like an assaulting force on top of a section of the walls of the middle circle, miles under them. The huge distance and the fact that they would be shooting downwards basically from on top of a tall mountain would add complexity to their game, as the vertical angle affects the trajectory. The extreme difference of altitude adds a whole lot of complexity to long range shooting, exacerbating all other challenges. Basically, they deliberately kicked up the difficulty to extreme, facing terribly powerful winds, an extremely strong Coriolis Effect on bullet drop, a steep vertical angle, and almost unpredictable air density variations along the miles separating them from their targets, gyroscopic drift and many others.

The rifle itself was a challenge, as it fired massive, specially designed bullets which approached hypersonic speeds. But then again, Vesta and Alexis were not normal snipers in any way, having always had supernatural senses and skills far beyond the grasp of mortals and immortals alike. Now, as fully fledged goddesses, all of their abilities were exponentially more developed... so much, indeed, that none of them had been using a sniper rifle, no matter how massive and powerful, for a long while, as their bare hands held far greater power than any weapon could ever hope to have.

Long range shooting was a mere entertainment for them, at that point.

Vesta's idea had been quite effective, though. Shooting had been far more effective at keeping their minds busy, shutting some of the worries out. Alexis and Vesta had taken turns on the rifle and showed off their awesome skills: none of their shots was meant to deliver one kill. Each shot was used to take down multiple targets, even exploiting ricochets to achieve kill streaks that looked impossible, even coming from goddesses.

Much of the garrison gathered to stare in awe at the competition between the two females, in a stunned, wide-eyed silence that approached the trance.

Ira spent a long time watching, arms folded and legs crossed, looking relaxed and serene, but her heart pounded with impatience all the time. She was just, as always, extremely controlled and able to keep her emotions in check like no one else, even when Vesta stormed up to her every few minutes, grabbing her shoulders, rattling her and asking: "How the fuck do you do that...? I hate waiting! I hate don't knowing crap!"

Eventually, though, Ira had muttered something under her breath and demanded to join the competition, even though she hadn't half as much experience with sniping as the other two goddesses. Vesta had cackled and teased her about coming out last on the table... but Ira learned quickly, and the queen of Seraphims soon found herself grumbling as the cobra began to produce phenomenal shots with outrageous regularity.

Gaia had been smiling with apparent serenity all the time, but her anxiousness was given away by how often she took little sips of the soothing and almost addictively delicious tea she made out of the leafs forming her bra. She kept filling the cups for everyone, making new tea as soon as the teapot was empty.

Manticora ended up forging and building up new Khukri knives, keeping herself busy with manual work, and Adrasthea eventually joined, the two pausing only to quietly sip some tea and follow the sniper competition.

Alcana, for understandable reasons, was the most worried and tense, and they all took turns talking to her, or even just sitting at her side, amicably wrapping one arm around her shoulders and letting her feel the warmth of being part of their large, weird but close-knit family. It was only natural that Alcana would obsess over what was going on: her husband, the god of war, was fighting against the one male she really loved and craved, Killer. The sons she had had from the god of war were probably involved as well... and while there wasn't any real love in her for the monsters that had come from her womb and for Taranis, that had used her as a breeding machine and then largely ignored her, she couldn't help but felt a mix of horror, guilt and despair. The idea that the man that had been her husband could die was still upsetting, even with how he had betrayed her and ignored her need for affection and for a real family. Far, far worse was the thought that Killer himself could be killed. And Deimos, Erra and even the dragon... she had given birth to all of them. They were monsters, they were evil, they were plagues unleashed upon the universe, but she wasn't quite able to think about them being beaten and defeated without some form of regret. They were still her sons. Not the kind of family she had always dreamed of, no, nor any kind of children anyone other than a bloodthirsty monster like Taranis would want... but still, she wasn't able to completely turn her back to them.

Worse by far, anyway, was the awareness that her sons were going to try their utmost to destroy Killer: that burdened her with unbearable guilt, and she couldn't bear the thought of them succeeding. It was more than bad enough that they had unleashed the horror of disease and fear onto the universe. It would have shattered her heart if they had succeeded in stealing away the male she adored.

It was a selfish sentiment, she knew... but she couldn't help it.

It was a relief for everyone when, a huge distance away, the walls and barriers hiding Taranis's empire shattered like glass, overwhelmed by Killer's majestic size and power, his energies sending rippled through the vast expanse of deep, dark space and reaching them with such intensity that it didn't take any special ability to feel his presence.

Hair stood up as electricity filled the air, crackling around them as thunderbolts rushed down from the clouds, the flashes flooding Heaven with ghastly white light.

Cheers and shouts rose in answer, and Alcana took a deep breath full of relief, throwing her head back and looking up into the dark sky, a quiet smile cresting her lips as she savored the overwhelming force of Killer's presence, which made it clear that he was victorious. She even managed to perceive Taranis's presence, even though his energy signature was reduced to a miserable candle, dwarfed to insignificance by Killer's massive aura.

After a moment, she thought she felt even a hint of Deimos's peculiar signature... even though there was something much different now about him. She couldn't quite tell what, but a little smirk spread on her features as she thought that it probably was due to Killer's fist beating him to a pulp. Even though he didn't have a physical body.

There was something relieving in knowing they were still alive, despite the fact that she hated both Taranis and Deimos. It was hard to explain, and awkward, but she guessed that family ties could never entirely be forgotten. What she felt clearly, though, was a vengeful excitement and eagerness at knowing that Taranis was still alive, remembering Killer's promise to make her his Disciple while her husband watched.

She repressed a shiver of delight at the thought, biting her lower lip lightly as she instinctively ground her thighs together, a gesture that Gaia, who was sitting at her side with an arm around her shoulders, did not miss. The snow leopardess turned to gaze into her eyes with an amused little smile, Alcana blushing apologetically and looking away a bit... before sighing hotly as Gaia leaned over and gently grasped one of her breasts, rolling the large swell slowly and teasingly.

"Excited, are we...?" Gaia whispered, smiling gamely as she pushed breast to breast with the dragoness, straddling her and licking her cheek slowly. The goddess of Nature still blushed quite a lot, but her collar and her new, muscular, beautiful body gave her a whole new confidence and eagerness when it came to satisfying her hungers. "Oh, yeah... we all are. All hot and ready for his return."

"Ready to celebrate his glory..." Alcana eagerly replied, her hot breath washing over Gaia's features as their tongues met and wrestled lazily, both long, forked and dexterous, each wrapping around the other in a bid for delicious, wet dominance.

"It's going to be your big day... and it's gonna be huge." Ira teased, walking up to the two goddesses and massaging Alcana's shoulders, boob-hatting her with her glorious, massive breasts. "Hope you practiced!"

"I can't wait..." Alcana purred, licking her lips slowly and pushing her head up against the heavy, godlike breasts resting upon her skull, before she pulled her hands up, one palm open and fingers stretched as if to grab something exceptionally thick, the other hand pinching something small and weak instead. "I can't wait to heft Killer's mega-cock in front of Taranis's dick to see my awful ex-husband cry."

"Huh, it is gonna hurt..." Gaia exclaimed, grinning in anticipation, and Vesta nodded eagerly, slamming her fist into one palm and cackling: "Holy shit, it is going to be fuckin' glorious, turning the god of war into the god of little cucks."

The goddesses shared a laugh, their tensions and worries gone and replaced by eagerness and anticipation as they felt Killer's immense energy drawing near, electricity crackling in the air as the huge male's power washed over Heaven like an angry ocean, no doubt sending demons and angels alike back into the hiding holes from which they were only now beginning to crawl out. They had rushed into hiding like rats when Killer had single-handedly conquered Retribution, stomped an armada of Paladins out of existence and rebuilt Eaglenest into a glorious, immense sanctuary, and most of them still did not dare putting their noses out of their pits.

The females stood up and faced the courtyard, standing shoulder to shoulder and impatient to have their master back, until flames erupted in midair, exploding outwards to tear open a circular portal through reality. Ruin galloped out of the portal, his massive hooves rattling the entire castle as they pounded the ground, the massive stallion reluctantly slowing down and eventually stopping only when Killer forcefully pulled on the reins, the beast rearing up majestically on its powerful hind legs, kicking at the air for a moment before settling down with a snort, blowing steam and sparkles from his nostrils.

Wrath stormed its own way to a stop, and Taranis was dragged brutally out of the portal, falling to his knees as he panted roughly and yanked uselessly at the leash around his neck, the chain digging deep into his flesh and sending blood dripping down into the dirt.

Taranis looked up with a groan of horror as he saw the goddesses all standing ahead, before he sneaked a gaze around himself and felt even worse as he spotted a great number of seraphims, angels and benevolents. Several had already spotted him and were exchanging comments in murmurs, fingers pointing at him... others were already laughing of his scrawny, broken body, as chants rose to honor the winner, to praise the new god of war for his triumph.

It was the first time that angels and benevolents and even the other gods could see his body, or better, what was left of it after Killer had crushed much of his strength out of existence. Only Alcana had seen beneath the thick, heavy armor that normally completely encased him, but now much of it was gone, ripped off his body along with large chunks of the skin and flesh it was sealed upon. Only a few broken plates still clung to a forearm, a shoulder, one leg... but for the rest he was naked, only a dirty, torn loincloth left covering his groin, the fabric wet and stinky with piss he hadn't been able to contain when hiding, defeated and vulnerable, from a Killer so immense and glorious that could hold five planets in one hand.

That had been the worst moment in his Eons-long life... but the public humiliation he was now facing was even worse, especially because it was but the opening act of an eternity of punishment and misery.

It was a surprise for many to discover that Taranis was a black-furred bear, a grizzly with a powerful, imposing body even now that it was terribly depleted and weakened. He now stood at most half as tall as he had used to, and his musculature had lost bulk and tone. His once handsome, masculine features now were badly ruined by Killer's blows, one ear missing and one side of his head badly deformed, having regenerated only partially after a particularly vicious strike. His chest also was somewhat caved inwards where Killer had repeatedly torn horrendous wounds into him, and other gashes had left huge, ugly scars covering most of his form. His healing abilities were spent and ruined, and his body was unlikely to ever recover from the damage: not even his skin and fur were regenerating, leaving most of his back and a good portion of his prominent muscle-gut painfully charred, his flesh exposed to the world. His legs did not look any better, and he just felt tremendously frail compared to what he had been.

The misery of his condition added to his humiliation and even to his fears, because Killer was certainly going to torture him and beat him to a pulp whenever he felt like using a breathing punching ball, and it was going to be ten times worse without his regeneration.

Pain had once been Taranis's best friend, a fuel that had only given him pleasure and boosted his power... but those days were gone forever, and now pain was a constant, never ending torture in the damaged areas of his body.

Taranis shivered in impotent rage and horror, his breath becoming rougher and his heart racing just because of the humiliation of being paraded on a leash, treated like an uppity puppy, kept alive to serve as a trophy and a toy. His eyes darted back and forth over the laughing crowd, his ears filled with a painful whistle as impotent rage and hopeless despair rampaging inside him, and even as he gazed over them several times, it took him a while to realize that the Seraphims were sporting very unusual black wings and bodies far more beautiful, far more muscular and powerful than ever before. When finally his pained mind registered the fact, he recoiled a bit, staring at them with greater attention and then letting out a whimper at the sight of the thick collars around their necks. One shocked thought crossed his mind: h_e took them all..._ And that awareness tormented Taranis's mind, assaulting him with images of Killer's titanic cock splitting all those delightful angels apart. He tried repealing the thought, finding it revolting and infuriating, and he angrily asked himself why his brain would even visualize such a thing, why his thoughts would be filled with Killer's enormous girth. He tasted burning, bitter revulsion as he forced the image out of his head... and yet, as soon as he closed his eyes, the image was there again, torturing him, his brain filled with a sort of aroused, reverential fear. It is just so huge... how do you attach all that meat to a body and still have it standing upright...? He could hear the screams of the pounded females and see the blood and juices gushing out of the devastated pussies whenever his mind was filled with the veiny mass of Killer's cock, and as much as he hated it, he couldn't stop his thoughts wandering in that direction. There was a special kind of glory in such virility, and he couldn't help but be awed by it.

No one spared much time to look at Taranis, however, as all eyes fixed on Killer instead, gazing over his massive, powerful body, now clad in a godly armor of solid, impenetrable darkness that added even more to his towering figure. Sitting on top of Ruin, his mane floating slowly around his head and his eyes still glowing solid sapphire, carrying the enormous Wyvern strapped on his back and with his arm bulging explosively with muscle even as he merely held the reins in his hand, Killer gave new glory to the title of god of war.

The massive male stood up on the stirrups and prepared to dismount, and Taranis let out a cry of misery, repressing a shiver as he quickly evaluated his options: rushing into the dirt to let Killer step over him while everyone watched, and be horribly ridiculed and humiliated... or don't doing it, just to be beaten into a pulp and still used like a rug in front of everyone. There really wasn't any choice.

The defeated divinity scampered quickly forwards, hurrying to be in the right spot at the right moment: if he arrived late, he could expect to be punished. And the master sure wasn't going to wait or signal to him to come forwards: no, now Taranis's whole existence was now a matter of watching Killer's actions, so to hurry forwards at the right moment, to serve him as a good little slave. His presence was not worthy of any acknowledgement coming from Killer... only of punishment if he failed in his duties.

Taranis repressed a loud sob, feeling burning tears rolling down his cheeks as he went down on all fours, bracing as best he could for the incoming, massive weight of Killer's step: how low he had fallen, crushed into a state of slavery so miserable that Killer didn't even need to speak an order to have him crawling like a bug.

"Holy shit that's hot!" Vesta exclaimed, grinning widely as a sick crack echoed across the courtyard, the sound of Taranis's bones breaking as Killer dismounted from Ruin's back and settled his feet upon the defeated god, crushing him in the gravel and in the dust, before all but wiping his boots on the living rug... and in the expecting, amazed, excited silence that fell over the bastion, Taranis's trembling voice rose, thanking meekly: "Thanks, master... I'm not worthy of such honor."

"Holy fuck...!" Vesta cackled, and the laughter came loud from everyone in the crowd, giving Killer a little smirk of amusement as he stepped off Taranis and walked up to meet Alexis, hugging her tightly as the femme fatale wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, craving the contact as their lips eagerly met. Their tongues wrestled lovingly for a few long moments, their hot breaths washing over each other's face as Killer squeezed her waist in his arms and shamelessly slid his hands down to seize her perfect, firm buttocks, almost lifting her off the ground as he let out a growl full of hunger, love and need.

"I love your style." Alexis whispered, smiling widely as their kiss reluctantly broke, her fingers combing the collar of black fur of his armor before tracing down the thick breastplate, following the mighty profile of his musculature. "Wearing Fear as armor... one divine, unkillable entity crushed down into a tool of war. Well done, Lion, well done..." She looked into his eyes for a moment, and Killer felt her fingers gently paging through his memories, searching the images of the battle. He blushed slightly and his lips crested in a dumb grin of embarrassed apology even before she found the memory of Deimos posturing as her. She looked at him pointedly for a moment, a reprimand evident in her gaze as she punched his chest lightly... and even though she did not speak her thoughts, the message was clear, her voice sounding directly in his brain: "how could you give credit to his illusion, even for a single second...? I would never betray you. I love you."

He took her hand in his own and kissed her knuckles, one by one, looking into her eyes with a silent apology, and with a renewed promise of eternal love and adoration... and all was fixed and forgotten. Alexis did not really hold him responsible for anything in any case: no matter how deep and strong their love, Deimos was Fear personified, and could be very, very convincing during his assaults. Killer had fought the illusion back with the force of reason as well as with love and trust, and he had shattered the dark bounds of fear. That was what mattered. Besides, she had been worried, hadn't she? Yeah, she had been, and she shouldn't have. Her confidence in his strength and abilities should have been total.

They were both guilty of falling prey to fear and uncertainty... but it was a guilt of love.

"I brought you a couple of gifts." Killer whispered, and Alexis smiled wider as she gazed at the planets orbiting slowly around his wrist, and then over his shoulder, to look at Wrath, the massive fire stallion. "But maybe you would have preferred another motorbike...?" Killer teasingly asked as he intercepted her gaze, and the goddess snorted in entertainment: she did love motorbikes, and Killer had gifted her a monster of a bike back home, a true jewel... but the legendary fiery steed was clearly even better.

"I'll never say no to more motorbikes." Alexis playfully replied, before taking a step back, holding her arm out, her fingers brushing his as he stretched his own, the five planets beginning to move faster as they slid down around his hand and then spiraled around their fingers, caught and enslaved by Alexis's own power and mass. The goddess smirked as the little worlds, with all their inhabitants, slid down her arm and then orbited around her massive breast, looking like tiny moons dwarfed by a giant planet, before descending quickly along her powerful abs, finally spiraling around her spectacular legs, splitting in two groups. Finally, they reached the high heels of her boots, their final destination: two joined the world that had been Anubis's sanctuary, and three went down to orbit slowly around the other heel.

Everyone in the courtyard shivered in awe at the sight, gaping at the fearsome ease with which the fate of billions of lives was sealed, a judgment without appeal that turned entire worlds into mere decorations, simple reminders of the tremendous power that Killer and Alexis possessed, challenges launched to any and all heroes and villains who felt it was not right. If they wanted to change the fate of those worlds, they were welcome to step forwards.

Alexis grinned as Wrath walked humbly forwards, the massive horse bowing his head respectfully and neighing quietly as the goddess ruffled his mane of flames and then stroked his muscular neck. "But this steed is even better than a motorbike." She said, smiling as, without her needing to issue any order, the beast bowed at her very gaze, responding to her wishes without a word being spoken. And Taranis was next, the defeated god crawling forwards like a maggot, sobbing silently as he advanced towards Alexis's foot with the same submission and obedience.

Her high-heel boots had a cruel, spiked golden sole made of solidified light, with thick laces wrapped tightly around her long, muscular legs, all the way up to just beneath the knee. They looked like black leather, but were actually made of solidified darkness. Her sharp, deadly talons effortlessly tore trenches in the concrete floor without her even noticing, as her mighty, muscular thigh flexed and her boot sunk lightly into the concrete as she shifted her weight, cracking it apart and tearing a deep footprint into it, like the concrete was wet sand.

Taranis found himself gaping as he stared in awe up that long, beautiful, powerful leg, and he shivered violently as he realized just how much he wished that Deimos's illusion had been the truth. Alexis truly was enchanting, a stunning mix of beauty, power and predatory dominance, and the thought of possessing her, of having her love and her worship, suddenly made him realize that war and fighting weren't everything.

Seen from down below, her thighs looked even more massive and even more perfect... her prodigious breast seemed to blot out the sky, casting their shadow over him, and Taranis grunted as a thought flashed in his mind, leaving him scared and ashamed of himself: i_t is only right to grovel before her perfection and cower before her power._

He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but it proved impossible, because the sight of her body looming over him filled him with lust, with need, with veneration for her godly perfection, with craving, with torturing envy for Killer. It was unbearable to stare at Alexis's amazing beauty and be aware that her stunning body would never be his.

Tears rolled down Taranis's cheeks as he gaped in shock and despair, staring up at the femme fatale, admiring her powerful, almighty body and feeling the icy blade of envy stabbing his soul whenever the goddess lovingly kissed, stroked, touched Killer's massive frame, which was often, as Alexis and Killer were kissing again, and her hands were tracing adoringly down the profile of his massive musculature.

The two lovers did not grace him with an order or even just a gaze, leaving him trembling in misery as he found himself worshipfully kissing Alexis's toes, one by one, his tongue polishing her long, deadly talons as his hands reverently massaged her ankles, wishing so intensely to slide upwards and feel the power of her calves but not daring to overstep his bounds without an order coming from above.

Tamed. A sheep. A fearful lamb.

Killer settled one heavy boot on top of Taranis's head as the bear worshipfully suckled each of Alexis's deadly talons, idly crushing his face against the goddess's foot, making her grin in dark amusement as she teasingly spread her toes, snickering as the defeated divinity immediately made sure to adoringly lick between them.

"Your legs reaped another victim, my queen... one look at your thigh, and he's already turned into your little lapdog." Killer hungrily observed, licking her lips teasingly. Alexis smirked in amusement and nodded, flexing one leg just to grin as Taranis audibly missed a breath, before she replied: "It seems like you broke him for good well before he saw me... did he see your cock already?"

Killer nodded with a grin, twisting his foot slowly on top of Taranis's skull as he explained: "I ended up fighting naked for a good part of the battle after a particularly big growth spurt."

"That explains a lot." Alexis concluded, grinning in entertainment as she spared a mocking gaze for the whimpering bear busy worshiping her foot. "Poor boy, what a shock it must have been...! A growth-ending blow to your little mind. I bet you see Killer's big, bad monster all the time now..."

Taranis shivered, and that worked as a clear confirmation to the goddesses standing around him, making them grin and snicker in dark, merciless amusement. The bear could feel their eyes sizing him up and finding him wanting, his body trembling in fear and humiliation as he felt their contempt, their hate, and their derision of him. His ears filled with the noise of kisses and whispers of love as the goddesses hugged Killer one by one, the huge male tasting their mouths and wrestling their tongues as his strong hands wandered freely over their spectacular bodies. For Taranis, it was an unbearable torture: he had never attached much importance to feelings and even the pleasure of the flesh had been a secondary requirement for most of his life, but now that he was crushed in the dirt, forced into humiliating slavery while his rival enjoyed the love and worship of the most powerful and most beautiful of goddesses, his priorities were completely different. Now he craved what Killer had and he could never have. Now he looked up at his wife with renewed desire, with need and craving... even with love, or at least with a possessive, jealous form of adoration. It was a relief to see that Alcana's throat was not strangled by a collar... _yet..._but the respite was very short lived, because as soon as he met her eyes it became clear that she had only one loyalty. The dragoness coldly glared down at him, her hands on her hips, her powerful, beautiful body looming above him, making him shiver as he realized fully, perhaps for the very first time, how truly enchanting she was.

The goddess of love allowed him to stare at the body that had once filled his bed, taking her first bit of vengeance through the regret she saw filling his eyes, and then she spat in his face, growling in distaste as she stepped past his face, dropping to her knees in front of Killer.

"Alcana... no...don't do it..." Taranis begged in a broken murmur, turning to stare with wide eyes at the sight of his wife, still wearing the ring he had given her, bent forwards to kiss each of Killer's mighty toes, her tongue showing no hesitation even as she licked up blood, gore and battlefield dirt from the armored boots of the huge male.

"Welcome home, master. We prepared for your victorious return." Alcana lovingly said, tilting her head back to look up at Killer when she had tongue-polished even the last toe. Taranis whimpered in denial, but the dragoness only pulled up one hand, idly giving him the finger as she hungrily leaned up to kiss the huge, elongated plate of black armor that concealed Killer's monstrously massive cock. She planted slow, adoring kisses from the bottom to the top of the long plate, licking it clean from the dust and dirt and blood, swallowing it all before turning to the side to hungrily lap up a drop of Killer's sweat from his mighty leg. She savored the masculine fluid in her mouth like a precious wine, leaving Taranis gaping in disbelief, until she smiled widely and sensually pleaded: "Please, master, listen to my prayer... let my unworthy tongue clean every inch of your glorious body, even if it is an honor I do not deserve."

Taranis became pale and trembled a bit, staring in shock at his wife, unable to believe how much she was ready to humiliate herself just to give Killer pleasure. He begged her not to, but his voice came out in a pathetic whimper that made him ashamed of himself. Alcana purred in delight as Killer roughly seized one of her horns, dragging her face against the groin-plate of his armor, grinning as she immediately lapped suggestively at the black metal, her hands tugging lightly at his thick double belt.

"I'm feeling generous today... and I feel dirty after the fight. I'm covered in the dust of two planets, so I think I will let you lick it all up." Killer easily said, his voice deep and powerful, soft and yet more commanding than any shouted threat. There was an authority in his lofty, almost arrogant tone that had all the goddesses shivering in delight and anticipation, wetness gleaming in streaks down their spectacular thighs as Taranis shivered uncontrollably, rattled by fear, by powerless rage, but even more so by submission and by a horrible yet undeniable desire to see the titan in action. _I'll see it. I'll see it breaking pussies apart, instead of only dreaming of it... _

"The little bitch...! This puny boy is even more eager to see Killer's cock than we are!" Alexis exclaimed, grinning widely as she settled her boot upon Taranis's head, even as the defeated god crawled around to go after the feet of the other goddesses, to give them the worship and veneration they all deserved.

"More eager than me...? Impossible." Vesta playfully countered, shamelessly pulling at Killer's belt as she leaned up to take her kiss, the huge male's tongue dominating hers with gentle, loving application of overwhelming force. When their kiss broke, the grinning female tapped her finger on the front of his armor and winked, playfully explaining: "Your arrival has completely renewed my definition of 'badass', big stud... all bloody, victorious, almighty, on horseback, wearing a god and dragging another behind you on a leash, covered in the dust of two shattered planets and carrying five more around your wrist like they were marbles...? Fuck yeah! If that ain't badass, nothing else will ever be." Vesta grinned widely, looking him over from head to toe and then adding: "The only thing missing is a cape."

Killer smiled in entertainment, and a bolt of energy crackled down his arm, darkness spreading and then solidifying quickly into a black, crimson-edged one-shoulder cape reaching down to his ankle."Better...?" He nonchalantly asked, and Vesta let out a hot breath before smirking as she replied: "You'll have to fuck me into a coma to stop me from jumping all over you all night long."

"You know that it is never a problem." Killer said, matter-of-factly, and Vesta licked her lips as she reluctantly took a step back, letting Ira come forwards, the cobra kissing the huge male with adoration and at the same time spreading the toes of her foot as Taranis meekly licked at her talons, his tongue pushing up between her digits without the need for an order.

Killer kissed all of the goddesses, and Taranis was forced to look at it all, to listen at it all, unable to believe how those formidable females all bowed to him, ready to serve him in any and every way, craving the rough touch of his strong hand. They were as loving and slavish with Killer as they were dominant and cruel to him, barely acknowledging his existence even as he meekly displayed his submission to their beauty and power.

Once all the goddesses had greeted their master, Ira walked up in front of Taranis, grinning widely as she looked down at the miserable bear, her powerful arms crossed on her chest as she asked eagerly: "Shall we see how this arrogant asshole actually measures up...? I bet the inches don't match the boastings we had to tolerate."

"That sounds delightful." Alexis replied, and Alcana smirked in cruel amusement down at Taranis as he looked up in shock and horror.

"Sure, pull the bitch up to his feet." Killer readily replied, and Alcana eagerly bent down over her husband to grab him by the back of his skull and neck, dragging him up to his feet like he was a puppy. The bear winced as he saw Alexis and Vesta already working to unclasp the double belt of Alexis's armor, his hands grabbing the waistband of his loincloth to hold it in place as he dumbly asked: "In... in front of everyone...?"

"Is it a problem...? Are you shy?" Killer innocently asked, as the goddesses snickered, pulling the heavy groin-plate off to reveal the titanic black shaft, a collective gasp coming from the crowd, both from those who saw it for the first time and from those who had already admired it. There was no way to get used to the sight of the monstrous black member, flaccid and yet already gigantic, dangling heavily down past the god's knees, pushed out by the mass of two godlike, impossible testicles that hung down low, their mass taxing the virile sac holding them.

Taranis gaped, recoiling in fright as he stared at the gigantic black shaft, swallowing thickly as the enormous cock bounced arrogantly with a throb full of strength and hunger, even as Killer lazily crossed his arms on his chest, legs slightly spread and a grin on his lips. The bear had already seen the monstrous black-fleshed member during the fight, and it had already left deep scars in his mind... but now, face to face with the gargantuan cock, he was realizing how truly massive Killer's power was. He had thought, or perhaps more correctly told to himself that Killer's cock had been erect all the time... that its spectacular size and weight were paid for by having an always semi-soft shaft dragged down by its own weight.

He had dreamed, imagining humiliating limits for the immense shaft, telling himself that Killer had the size but not the hardness, the erection, the staying power... but no. No on all counts. That was really Killer's supremely unaroused size, the cock was really in its flaccid state... and gods, the power he could guess in those balls, and admire in awed silence in the arrogant throbbing of the immense shaft, which jumped up eagerly with each flex, was a clear demonstration that Killer had definitely no erection problems.

The problem was all in Taranis's mind, as the bear found it impossible to imagine that godlike monster growing bigger still and rising to cast its shadow over the world...

"It can't, it can't grow any bigger... you must be a shower... that's the only explanation" Taranis recoiled with a violent shiver, his eyes going wide as his thoughts became spoken words, his voice echoing through the courtyard even though he wasn't speaking. He looked around himself in horror and confusion, freezing stiff when his eyes met Alexis's own, the goddess grinning in vicious amusement: the bear immediately knew what was happening, and realized that it was all part of the torture. He could keep no secrets with Alexis around... his mind was just a toy in her psychic grip.

"He's a shower AND a grower... he's a cunt-destroying winner, in short." Alcana cruelly teased, gripping the bear's skull in one hand and forcing her ex-husband to lean forwards, closer to the monstrous black shaft, even as Taranis whimpered and tried to recoil away from the huge, musky cock as Killer flexed idly, making the titanic shaft bounce up powerfully, looking like it would punch the loser in the face.

"Sorry bitch, but it is huge because I'm really big..." Killer teased, smirking as he seized his own thick shaft just behind the fat head, pulling slowly back the thick foreskin to uncover the massive, protruding corona... and Alexis, knowing him well, immediately pushed two fingers under the massive ridge, dragging them slowly and sensually along the vast underside, drawing the full circle of his brutal circumference.

Taranis gaped in shock, his ears filled with a whistle so loud that he almost didn't hear the laughing and the insults shouted at him as the crowd cheered Killer and urged the bear to get out of his dirty loincloth. The piece of fabric was embarrassedly tented, as his body, by now entirely out of control, betrayed him: despite his humiliation, his anger, his terror, his horror at his predicament, his penis was rock-hard and pulsing with an unwanted orgasmic release.

The bear trembled, his hands pushing down against his stubborn erection as his loincloth became soaked with his cum, his eyes continuing to stare at the two fingers so easily fitting under the rim of Killer's cockhead. "It is so immense..."

"Yeah, it is... and it is time to show what you have got instead, bitch-boy." Alcana sentenced, clawing the dirty loincloth with contempt and tearing it off his waist even as the bear tried to resist, the goddess grinning in cruel amusement at the tent in the fabric. "For sure, you can't control yourself for shit. All hard already, and spewing out your crappy excuse for cum."

The seraphims and angels and goddesses laughed and sneered at that, showing how little sympathy Taranis had inspired in people over the centuries. His arrogance and aggression against Killer had only been the last of a long history of abuses of power. Now, as Taranis stood naked and humiliated in the shadow of Killer, no one had mercy to offer, not even Diana, who observed the scene with a cold smile, enjoying the show and putting her shy, gentle nature aside for the moment.

Taranis found himself naked and painfully hard, his pink-fleshed cock stained with his own seed, a little string of the fluid dangling from the tip of the faintly-throbbing member, until it snapped and fell to the ground. The bear had never had to be ashamed of his godlike malehood in his long life, but now he felt like a baby in front of a powerful stallion: his 36 inches erection was puny and laughable now that it faced that monstrous monument of maleness, Killer's black shaft well over twice as long while still flaccid. Taranis had always been proud of his girth, of how fat and massive his cock was, but now his penis looked like a toothpick next to the liger's gigantic member, Killer's sheer enormity blowing him completely out of the water. Taranis panted breathlessly, his chest heaving out of sheer shock at how humiliating the comparison was: the bear couldn't believe the arrogant size of the thick veins running down Killer's godlike shaft; he couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at Alexis's fingers playing with the thick, vast rim of the fat, enormous cockhead, until he lost himself with a gasp as his eyes caught sight of Killer's huge cumslit, a vast black hole that seemed eager to swallow him whole.

And if at all possible, Taranis felt even more humiliated when he looked at the liger's enormous, ponderous testicles, indescribable monuments of power, heavy with cum and behemotic in their majesty, so huge that the bear felt like he was carrying two beans, hopelessly dwarfed by those mighty watermelons.

"How can we both be males yet be different by so much...?" Taranis's thoughts dejectedly wondered, crushed by the astonishing difference in size and power; and the goddesses laughed in cruel amusement, Ira squeezing his skull in her hand and rattling him like a ragdoll as she growled: "The fault is of the words, which can't quite describe and classify Killer as he deserves... but still, you know, there are many shades of male, from 'baby' to 'man', from 'stud' to 'god'..."

"And there can be no doubt about who the god is..." Alcana cruelly teased, the dragoness grinning as she hefted Killer's enormous flaccid cock, her hands seizing the shaft just behind the massive head and her biceps bulging with the effort, leaving Taranis stunned as he realized just how heavy that monster had to be. "That... that must weight a ton..."

There was loud, collective laughing at the awe evident in the tone of Taranis's broken thoughts, Alexis's control of his mind betraying his secret internal struggles and shock and revealing it all, in his own voice, making him feel even more pathetic... before he gaped stupidly as Vesta chirped: "It actually weights more than a ton. In its flaccid state, it weights close to 1200 kilograms, or over 2600 lbs, if you prefer." The goddess paused, gazing back and forth with a little cough of embarrassment as many faces stared at her in surprise, amusement and confusion until she cleared her throat, mumbling: "I measured for scientific interest!"

"I can't even see your dick, sissy. You sure you have one...?" Killer mocked as Alcana held his flaccid, immense black shaft right above Taranis's far smaller member, hiding it entirely, leaving Taranis trembling in fear and shame, eyes staring down at the veiny, enormous black cock as Alcana slowly, sensually stroked it, the thick foreskin gliding majestically up and down the rim of the fat head.

"I used to be 30 feet tall..." Taranis countered, finding a bit of his old courage... but regretting it immediately when he realized how pathetic it sounded like, before blushing furiously as Alcana snorted derisively and observed: "Even then you could not compare to this beast."

Ira laughed and seized the bear by the ears, dragging his head back so that Taranis was forced to look up into her emerald eyes, her fangs gritted in a grin of cruel entertainment as she said: "Never enter a physical contest against Killer: you will never win. You think you were a big, bad male then...? Let me share with you a little secret: Killer here stands 20 feet tall because he learned how to deliberately keep himself small. Already three or four Seals ago it became clear that it would be very, very uncomfortable to try and live a normal life if he kept his "normal" sizes... He grew to over 180 feet tall before learning how to permanently constrain his size, and his flaccid cock was roughly twice your cherished 30 feet." Ira licked her lips, gazing hungrily towards the huge male liger, who only smirked gamely back, leaving Taranis pale and feeling weak at the knees, trembling in the horrible, incredibly awareness that the cobra was not at all lying.

"Care to guess how big he might be now, with more Seals shattered...? Want to really feel like a bug in his shadow, you whore...? It can be easily done." Ira teased, drinking eagerly of the humiliation and terror that filled Taranis's eyes.

"Don't be so cruel, Ira..." Killer softly said, a note of amusement in his voice as he looked down at the bear, his eyes burning with dark pleasure. "Taranis is weary from the battle... he needs a drink, and lucky him, I can provide it."

Taranis recoiled at those words, his eyes bulging in horror and disbelief as Killer seized the thick base of his giant cock, removing any doubt about the nature of the drink, as the gigantic shaft was hefted up in front of his face, the bull's face becoming pale as the vast cumslit was aimed straight at his mouth.

"No... please... not this... this is... too much." The bear whimpered, begging for mercy, but Killer only stepped forwards with a grin and let his monstrous black shaft flop down upon his face, knocking loose a couple of teeth from Taranis's mouth as blood spurted out of his nostrils and the bone creaked audibly, his face completely smothered by the immense girth, the weight straining his neck, the massive shaft grinding down on his hair, pushing his ears far apart and drooping down his back, weighting on his neck as it plunged down between his shoulder blades.

Taranis froze in place, sobbing quietly as he felt the head of the flaccid cock resting heavily and arrogantly upon his spine, the black shaft completely dominating him in a way he had never thought possible, as Killer's massive medial ring bumped into his muzzle. All he could see was black flesh, thick and strong, bulging with large veins that scraped at his features, and all he could smell was Killer's potent, dominant, testosterone-laden musk, a rich scent of maleness that assaulted his senses and his mind with the violence of a punch in the face, the air so thick with it that the bear struggled to breathe.

"Yeah, choke on it, you sissy" Alcana said, grinning widely as she forced her husband's head up against the heavy black shaft, squeezing savagely into his skull as she ground his face into the obsidian meat, listening with delight at his ragged, difficult breathing. "It is indeed way too much of a honor for you to be allowed to savor his piss... you are not worthy, and you'll better be well aware of it, you spineless closet faggot." The dragoness made the bear's skull creak loudly as she hissed her insult, her strong arm slamming Taranis up into the thick black cock, smashing his face against the thick, potent meat as Killer only gave a grunt of entertainment.

Taranis whimpered in despair and denial, trembling in fear and trying to curl up in fetal position, as if that could have ever been of any help, before swallowing as he met Alcana's eyes, reading the clear order in them. He thought about fighting back, he dreamed of defending his dignity... but he immediately realized that it would only lead to more pain and more humiliation. And, horribly, he also felt compelled to truly praise Killer's titanic masculine power, swallowing thickly and tasting bitter defeat in his mouth as he stared at the potent, manly balls of the liger, hanging there, heavy and enormous, powerful and ponderous, looming in front of his face like they were divinities in their own right. He hated Killer, he hated being humiliated, and he hated his predicament... "And I never liked males. Yet..." Taranis made a grimace as his thoughts were once more revealed to everyone, his cheeks burning red as he gritted his teeth in a grimace of fury and disgust at the laughter rising from the crowd.

"Yet what, bitch-boy...?" Killer patronizingly asked, smirking in entertainment as he slowly, majestically drew his enormous shaft back, dragging it up Taranis's back and over the bear's head, grinning as he felt the defeated god trembling violently under the mass of his cock. For the bear, it was like an enormous python was lazily snaking its way over his body, and it left Taranis speechless for a few long moments as Killer lazily stroked the top half of his member, right in front of his eyes.

"Yet... you are so... so huge. So... powerful. I... I can't help it..." Taranis stammered, his eyes fixed on the beefy cunt-destroying cock that now throbbed menacingly before him. "I... I need to worship your power... I need to... I must..." Taranis broke down into tears, sobbing as he failed in his attempt of looking away from the titanic cock: his eyes, even filled with tears, continued to go back to the arrogant, enormous cumslit as if he was under hypnosis. His mind was shattering, he could tell... but nothing he tried could change that.

"Please, Lord Killer... let me be your urinal..." The bear finally begged, his voice coming in a broken, hot whisper. Alcana seized him by the throat, rattling him violently as she leaned closer with a growl of lust and revengeful pleasure, before she teased: "Louder, sissy boy... someone might not have heard that."

Taranis needed no further encouragement, all but shouting his prayer, in a mix of powerless rage, despair and violent, insane craving for the humiliation to come: "Please, I beg you... let my unworthy mouth be your urinal... let me drink up your precious, potent piss... please... I beg you..."

The goddesses traded grins of amusement and anticipation, not looking surprised in the slightest, while many in the crowd of angels and benevolents gaped and stared in speechless awe, amazed by how quickly and how completely Taranis was falling apart. Little remained of the merciless god of war that he had been, as Alcana roughly pushed his chin up and ordered: "Open wide, bitch, and stay put. Try at least to be a decent urinal."

Killer held his mammoth shaft aimed at the bear's face, the massive liger spreading his legs and arching his back slightly, grinning predatorily as he commanded: "Open real wide, bitch, and make sure to swallow it all. Don't waste a single drop, you hear me? Or I'll have you sucking it up from the fucking dirt."

Taranis hurriedly nodded, his ears going flat over his skull as he swallowed thickly, nervously staring at the vast slit as it yawned, opening wide like the jaws of a predator ready to swallow him as he mumbled: "Y-yes, Master..."

The bear had just enough time to open his jaws wide and lean forwards, closer to the enormous cockhead, shutting his eyes tightly and shaking in fear and horror as he felt the enormous head of the cock pressing against his mouth, feeling its hot and dominant presence covering seemingly his whole face, before groaning miserably as Alcana seized him by the back of the skull and forced him forwards. The bear did his best to deal with the brutal, gigantic girth of Killer's cock, opening his mouth as wide as he could as he felt the head of the massive shaft pushing inside... and still it was not enough, his jaws creaking painfully as the giant cockhead buried slightly into his throat, filling his mouth up so much that he felt like his lower jaw would explode off of his head.

Fear and horror and his last bit of courage and pride combined in that moment, his survival instinct kicking in as he felt strangled by the enormous invader, his airways completely clogged by strong-tasting masculine flesh: the bear bit onto the solid meat, his sharp teeth pushing against the flaccid colossus... but Killer only gave a soft grunt of pleasure, as the bear's teeth barely tickled his mighty shaft. Taranis whimpered in shock and humiliation, realizing that Killer's cock was simply too girthy to bite: his jaws were stretched open so far that he couldn't apply any kind of strength.

Killer snickered softly, amused by Taranis's pathetic efforts, and he shifted one strong, heavy hand on the bear's head, easily dominating the lesser god and letting out a low growl of bliss as his monstrous black shaft tensed with a mighty throb.

Taranis whimpered breathlessly from around the mammoth cock, before gagging loudly as a mighty, thick jet of golden piss blasted out, firing into the back of his throat and surprising him with its force, its volume, and its potent, brutal taste. He choked violently as the hot, acid fluid flooded his throat, invaded its airways and almost made him throw up, a ragged cough surging up before he could suppress it.

"Don't you dare, useless bitch-boy." Alcana coldly hissed, glaring at him, and the bear did his best to swallow thickly, as quickly as he could, as his mouth was filled quicker than he could empty it. Another shock came from the fact that Killer's godlike virility was evident even in his piss: enormous throw-away sperms, each literally inches long, swam in the bitter, incandescent fluid, the massive seeds darting around in his mouth and down his throat and making it even harder not to throw up. The taste itself was brutal, an assault on his senses that almost overwhelmed him: it was bitter like brimstone, and so hot and acid that the bear thought his flesh would soon begin to sizzle and melt away to nothing. Perhaps what was worse, though, was that Taranis didn't find it as disgusting as he should have... the taste, actually, was almost good. It was brutally powerful, arrogant, domineering... a virile signal of strength. Taranis couldn't help but think back at the age of unevolved animals, using their urine to mark their territories.

"He could take a piss in the middle of a town and it would become his. Nobody would dare contesting such a potent mark..." Taranis's voice said, his thoughts revealing themselves to everyone in the courtyard, even as the bear gargled and nearly drowned in the jet of piss, his eyes bulging in terror as the golden fluid overflowed his jaw, spilled upon his cheeks, cascaded down his chin and streaked down his chest, dripping to the ground.

"You are worthless even as urinal, you bitch." Killer growled, while Alcana eagerly leaned forwards, opening her own mouth and extending her tongue as she caught the cascade of piss flowing out of Taranis's lower jaw, the goddess drinking up every drop she could catch, her eyes closing as she savored the potent fluid like a precious wine, even as the bear looked at her in shock and denial.

Taranis gargled desperately, raising his hands to beg for mercy, reaching for Killer's powerful legs but not daring to touch them without permission, his eyes filled with tears as he attempted to look up at the liger, only to stare at his dominant grin as the behemoth forced out all the piss he could.

Taranis coughed raggedly around the mighty cock, his eyes bulging as he felt the last bits of his godhood shattering and falling away in pieces, his mind filled with the sight of his temples, all over the world, glowing with Killer's energies as the statues of him fell apart into clouds of dust, replaced by images of Killer triumphant... and behind each altar, Killer's will shaped a new statue, showing the humiliation of the bear, on his knees and drinking the piss of the conqueror, while Alcana eagerly caught the overflow.

The whole world now knew. Any residual bit of authority his name might have had was crushed into dust.

Finally, Killer roughly tore himself out of the bear's flooded mouth, the liger aiming his massive cock at his face to hose his eyes and features down before beginning to patter out, the huge male stroking his gigantic shaft and shaking it to send the last few, heavy drops right into Alcana's eager mouth, before the goddess leaned up to hungrily lick the head and cumslit clean, while Taranis gagged violently, staring at her in shock.

He wanted to vomit, he felt it rising in his throat... but he struggled to gulp it all down, staring fearfully at the goddesses looming around him and then looking up at Killer, trembling like a leaf as he whimpered: "It... I... too much... I couldn't do it..."

Alexis raised one boot and settled it upon his shoulder, making him grunt in pain as she easily knocked him over, crushing him face-first into the ground, grinning predatorily as she moved her heel to the center of his back and ordered: "Suck it all up, worthless piece of shit. Don't you waste a drop, bitch. Slurp it up from the gravel, yeah, like that..."

The bear whimpered, but hurriedly began to lick at the sharp, dusty gravel, suckling loudly to try and drink each and every drop of piss from the ground, shivering in terror at the monstrous strength he felt bearing down on his back: Alexis was tremendously powerful, he knew it all too well, but it was still scary and astounding to feel the power in her leg, her muscular thigh barely flexing as she crushed him down, twisting her heel on his back and grinding him down into the gravel.

Alcana stood up with a grin, looking down at her husband with nothing but derision before turning to the side to kiss Ira, the cobra pushing her tongue out to meet the dragoness's one and only murring in pleasure as she found the potent taste of Killer's piss in the female's mouth and over her lips.

"How does it feel, bitch, to see that a drop of his piss gets worshiped more than you ever were, even in your best of times...?" Gaia cruelly teased, settling her boot on Taranis's head and grinding his face down into the wet gravel as she leaned forwards to meet Alcana and Ira in a long, drawn-out kiss, their tongues dancing together as all three goddesses savored Killer's potent taste, their eyes flashing with merciless tease down at the shocked bear.

Vesta walked up in front of Killer and gently took hold of the still flaccid but already enormous shaft, hefting it up and bending forwards slightly so she could twirl her long, forked tongue around the vast cumslit, her eyes fixed into the huge male's, letting him see how much she loved him and craved him... before he let out a low growl of bliss as her tongue pushed into the gaping slit, twisting eagerly as she slurped on his cock, her hot drool leaking down onto his flesh. His hand pushed into her golden hair, gripping easily into her skull and dragging her forwards, eliciting a delighted murr from her as she firmly pushed her tongue down deep, teasing the inside of his cock in ways that sent a shiver of bliss down his spine.

She reluctantly pulled back a few long moments later, when Alexis bent forwards to take her place, their tongues meeting and twisting together for a brief instant as Vesta's came out of the cumslit and Alexis's pushed down into the hole, while Adrasthea, Manticora and Diana took long, loving licks down the length of the giant shaft and all over his ponderous, heavy balls.

Alcana shouldered the groin plate and the double belt of Killer's armor, her hand only hesitating for a moment in contact with the black metal, as the dragoness took a moment to remember the son that was now imprisoned, reshaped into that armor set. It wasn't the easiest thing to believe, nor was it the simplest to accept: even if Deimos was a monster, even if she was happy that Killer had done what he had done, it was still somewhat painful to think about his fate.

She absently patted the heavy metal plate, feeling the energies filling it, the life trapped inside tamed and restrained, but still very much intact, and then she turned to look at Killer with a soft smile, announcing: "We prepared a little 'welcome back' party down in the throne room... can I suggest moving there, to enjoy our little revenge in greater comfort...?"

Killer looked at her with a smirk, loving the teasing, eager light he saw burning in her eyes, her body boiling hot with need and desire, with cravings that he had deliberately exacerbated without ever giving her the sugar she really wanted. He had punished her more than enough for trying to steal him away from Alexis. He still felt his blood boil a bit when he thought that it was her vote that had caused his long separation from Alexis, but the dragoness had proven to be a loyal and delightful person. An unlucky soul who, for a cruel joke of fate, had gotten nothing but pain from the feeling she incarnated, Love. He cared deeply about her. He loved her, although she could never aspire to taking Alexis's unique place in his heart, much as she desired it.

It was her day. She deserved it... and honestly, he was eager to give it to her.

Only moments later, they were making their way into the fortress, through a secret passage and then down the monumental stairs leading into the dungeon. Killer walked with Alexis at his right side, one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close, while Alcana leaned against his left side, the dragoness clinging to him with eager, impatient need, her pleasure literally streaking down her long legs and dripping to the floor, causing Taranis to whimper dejectedly as he followed, crawling on all fours, with Ira and Vesta flanking him and making sure that he licked the floor clean of each drop and splatter of his wife's adulterous pleasure.

All the time, Taranis was treated with the majestic sight of Killer's massive testicles hanging heavily down between his legs, together with the monstrous black shaft which swung heavily back and forth with each step the liger took, the immense member slapping loudly against his powerful thighs. Each loud slap made the bear tremble in a mix of fear and awe, his eyes inexorably going back again and again to the monstrous display of virile power between the god's legs.

Taranis felt his mind cracking worse with each heavy thud of that gigantic cock against solid muscle: he tried to resist, but there just was no way to: his will to fight, his pride, his everything, crumbled away rapidly, replaced by slavish submission, by an obsessive, insane worship of that power so much greater than him. Killer wasn't even looking at him, yet it was like he was beating him into pulp: his mere presence was crushing him into a broken, cowering heap.

When they reached the door leading into Samael's apartment, Killer smiled, trying to hide the entertainment: the angel of Death had heard them coming and had taken position on the stairs, back to the wall and standing at attention together with a large group of Dark Wings who had insisted to serve as guards of the dungeon and as full time servants. Skilled warriors, they craved contact with their master and were ready to serve him in any and every way possible, offering their souls, their lives, their bodies. There was a constant surge of voluntaries for the dungeon roles, and there was already a true armada of Priestesses and servants living in the many apartments along the corridors leading out of the throne room. Indeed, the problem was in controlling the literal flood of eager subjects offering their life for Killer's darkest amusement.

Samael had taken the role of chief of the guard, and he took his role very seriously. He had already kitted out one room in his vast underground apartment to serve as a control centre, with cameras and sensors feeding data from all areas of the dungeon, enabling constant surveillance. Not that it was likely that someone would ever be able to break out or in while Killer's power permeated every single stone slab in the dark underground reign.

Samael couldn't help but gape slightly as Killer walked past, his enormous shaft heavily and majestically swinging, and his lower jaw dropped lower as he looked down at Taranis, the new prisoner, meekly making his way down towards the cells by crawling slowly on all fours. There couldn't be a clearer statement of power from Killer: it was made extremely evident who had won the clash of gods, especially as Taranis's wife dripped with need, clinging to the liger's side.

Taranis met Samael's eyes for an instant, and the bear blushed deep red, closing his eyes with a growl of shame and frustrated impotence, leaving the angel swallowing thickly, awestruck... and Vesta grinned widely, patronizingly patting Samael's cheek as she passed by, before idly waving her hand in salute as she felt his gaze on her back, following them as they walked past.

Killer closed his eyes with a slight smile, letting his head fall back a little as he savored the first distant screams and whimpers, the lamentations growing more audible as they reached the tall archways leading into the throne room. The prisoners in the dungeon, far below, howled their despair and agony from the cells and from where they hang from hooks and chains, and their pained, broken voices reached the throne room, filling Killer with dark, merciless pleasure.

He grinned and turned to the side, seeking Alexis's eyes... and she grinned back at him, licking her lips slowly and hungrily, squeezing him around the waist and nodding in agreement. She was always ready for their dark games, always eager, and that chorus of screams was a delightful music to her ears.

Flames crackled in the large fireplace, and the table between the sofas was covered in food and drinks, while a new chaise-longue throne, comfortably cushioned with red velvet, had been brought into the room, evidently prepared specifically for him. Nearby, another table was covered with crystal bottles full of divine oil and silver bowls full of clear water mixed with balm and soap. Soft cloths were immerged in the water, ready for use, and Killer murred in bliss as he easily realized what was about to happen. "Oh, that's exactly what I need..." The huge male commented, and the goddesses smiled widely, as Alexis seductively pushed him back towards the chaise, stroking up his strong arms until she gripped gently into his shoulders, guiding him back to sit in the throne.

"Let us be your delight..." The femme fatale teased, licking his cheek lovingly before stepping backwards slowly, the other goddesses forming a line in front of him, standing shoulder to shoulder as they began to slowly, seductively strip, throwing their clothes and the heavy armor plates away to reveal their enchanting, powerful bodies to him.

Taranis was abandoned in the middle of the room, ignored like the powerless pup he now was, and the bear could do nothing but stare in awe as the beautiful females disrobed, his eyes traveling up those incredible legs and over the glorious breasts on display, the male swallowing thickly at the sight of such beauty, such perfection, such power. Alexis was simply stunning, her muscular form truly godlike, her long legs causing him to drool in uncontrollable desire... and Ira, Vesta, Gaia... they were absolutely formidable. All of them were beautiful, and all of them, he realized with horror, were never going to give him anything other than mocking smirks.

The bear's despair deepened as he watched his wife Alcana stepping up in front of Killer, smiling at him adoringly as the huge liger smirked and looked over her spectacular body, from head to toe, knowing that he was going to get all of the spoils from his victory. The dragoness looked back at him with even greater hunger, with real craving, the female licking her lips at the sight of his massive, powerful form before she bowed deeply, announcing: "We shall now undress you, if you will grant us the honor and blessing."

Killer gave his nod of approval, and the goddesses eagerly stepped forwards to gently undo the clasps keeping the plates of his armor together. They all clearly felt Deimos's presence, imprisoned inside the solid metal, and they realized that Fear was still very much alive, but nonetheless reduced to total impotence. Deimos's consciousness and will were imprisoned deep within Killer's body, where they were tortured with each passing moment by the tremendous, titanic power sealed within the liger. Deimos's strength and vital energies, on the other hand, were given a solid form as plates of dark metal, so that there was a neat, full separation. That meant the armor was alive, but the maximum it could do was regenerate after being damaged and obey Killer's mental orders, shifting over his body and changing space to maximize protection or adapt to the male's wishes.

Killer could have literally wished the armor away and the plates would have detached autonomously to float to the nearest support, but that would have ruined the mood of the moment, robbed the girls of the pleasure of undressing him with their own hands, and robbed him of the delight of letting them do it.

Alexis and Ira approached him from the front, kissing his lips lovingly while they worked to undo the straps in the sides, carefully removing the heavy chest plate and licking adoringly over his powerful, sweaty chest, landing soft kisses around the deep wounds still covering his form. Alcana and Gaia reverently removed the cloak and the pauldrons, pausing a moment to kiss his massive shoulders and the sides of his neck while Diana and Manticora proceeded to remove the gauntlets and armlets as Killer lazily held his arms out and his legs slightly spread, his enormous cock and heavy balls receiving worshipful strokes from the goddesses while Taranis watched on in amazement, gaping stupidly and blushing as the liger looked down at him with a smirk, sapphire eyes burning with lust and dark amusement.

Adrasthea and Vesta worked together to carefully remove the plates protecting Killer's back, leaving the huge male wearing only the heavy, armoured boots which were caked in blood, gore, dirt and the dust of the planets destroyed during his clash with Taranis. The male looked down at the dirty boots while he leisurely sat down on the edge of the chaise-longue, relaxing and pulling Alexis and Ira against his sides as he pulled up one foot, his eyes glowing as he coldly thrust the cruel sole into Taranis's face, saying calmly: "I want these boots to shine. I must be able to look at my reflection in them, so you'll better get to work."

Taranis stared at him in horror and slowly shook his head in denial... but Alcana growled and roughly gripped the corners of his mouth, forcing his jaws open while she pushed his head down against Killer's boot, growling: "Lick it clean until it fuckin' shines, bitch-boy!"

"Please... no... not this..." The bear weakly whimpered, but he immediately shut up when Killer's eyes narrowed into a glare, enormous muscles flexing and bulging while Alcana snarled and brutally shoved her husband's face down into the solid boot, growling the order again. The bear let out a cry of despair, but began to lick all over the sharp, talon-like ends of the boot, lapping between them and all over the solid plate, trying not to vomit even as he ended up swallowing everything from his own caked blood and pulped gore to remains of Seth, of the ghouls and all the dirt from the annihilated planets.

Killer laughed as his defeated rival was forced into that act of worship, the liger mercilessly forcing him to clean the boot all the way up to the knee, only to thrust the spiked sole in his features, forcing him to mutilate his own tongue, tearing it to shreds in the process of licking up the grim from there. All the time, Taranis was forced to look up at the winner, at his monstrous cock which was a true scepter of power looming over him, at the way his body was worshipped and revered by the goddesses, not a single instant passing without kisses and licks and loving strokes being bestowed upon Killer's powerful body.

And when the right boot began to truly shine, cleaned and coated in drool as it was, Taranis shivered in horror and moved meekly over to the other, shutting his eyes and trying to lock the feel of despair and humiliation out of his head, with zero success.

When both boots were clean and shiny, Killer gave a little nod of approval and held his legs spread wide, his eyes flashing with a clear order from over Alcana's muzzle as he kissed her. Taranis grumbled miserably under his breath, but immediately complied with the command, getting to work to undo the straps of the heavy boots and then working carefully to remove the first, freeing Killer's large foot.

A moment later, when the first boot came off, Alcana hurried over to remove the other herself, and that, if possible, humiliated Taranis even worse, forcing him to stare at the sheer delight and eagerness with which she worked to free Killer's foot.

Now fully naked, Killer laid down in the comfortable chaise, and relaxed with a sigh of bliss, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he sought the right position, spreading his legs lazily and smiling slightly as Alexis gently guided his heavy, enormous shaft so that it rested, like a huge snake sunbathing upon a flat rock, over the cushion, its phenomenal length on glorious display between his thighs and past his knees.

He smiled at her lovingly, adoring the glint of lustful playfulness in her eyes as she drew her hand slowly up along his powerful abs until it rolled teasingly over his thick, masculine chest. Her other hand reached for one of the small jars of precious balm, and the other enchanting goddesses took their own little bottles, taking adoring positions around him, caressing his powerful form and tracing their fingers over the wounds and scars of the recent battle, gifting him their energies to ease and accelerate his regeneration, so that most gashes quickly vanished from sight.

Alcana rapidly dressed up a sturdy wooden rack in the corner with the heavy components of Killer's armor, finishing by setting down the steel boots, and she strolled immediately towards her master, head slightly bowed in submission and reverence even as she looked hungrily up at his body, and at the easy domination glowing in his eyes.

She nearly trampled over her husband, who had to scamper backwards with a whimper, gazing up at her with a prayer in his expression, only to be painfully ignored and left staring in awe as the female hips swayed seductively with each step. The dragoness reached the bottom of Killer's leg and elegantly dropped to her knee, bowing her head fully and putting her hand on her heart as she humbly prayed: "I beg you, Master... be generous to this unworthy slave. Please, let me serve your body. Let my tongue clean every inch of your glorious body."

Killer gave her a nod of approval, grinning as he pushed his foot towards her, displaying the vast sole and lazily spreading his strong toes, revealing the thick black pads currently caked with blood, gore, dirt and dust glued into his masculine battle sweat. Alcana beamed as she was offered that mighty sole, the goddess smiling in delight and all but licking her lips hungrily before leaning her face against his foot, grinding her beautiful features into the dirt, smearing it all over herself... while darting a gaze full of delight in the direction of her husband.

"W-why...? Why do you... humiliate yourself...? You could have been my queen... you could be my queen and be spoiled by gifts and attentions. Yet... yet you chose to be his slave, his disposable toy...! How can you...?" Taranis asked, scrambling towards her and gripping her arm, trying to drag her away, only for the dragoness to break out of his grip and lean eagerly into Killer's sole, her tongue lapping up a thick mouthful of sweat, blood, gore and dust that she teasingly displayed to the bear, opening her jaws wide. The horror on his face made her laugh, the goddess savoring the bitter mix of masculine sweat and blood like it was a fine wine, until she swallowed it greedily. "Being his slave puts me on a far higher and more rewarding throne than being your queen ever could." Alcana breathed, looking down at him with contempt as she took a slow, worshipful lick up from the heel to the tip of one deadly talon, her tongue swirling lovingly around the massive claw to polish it, before she lapped up between two toes, murring in adoration of the potent taste of virile sweat there.

"N-no, no, this... this can't be happening for real..." Taranis babbled, shaking his head slowly, before whimpering in shock as Alcana growled and seized him by the muzzle, squeezing on his cheeks to force his jaws open as she took a long, through lick all across the vast sole and between two toes, scooping up a load of gore, sweat and dirt that she spat right into his mouth.

"It's happening, bitch, it's happening... taste that sweat by yourself. An ambrosia of testosterone. A nectar of sheer virility. Maybe it'll turn even you into a man, bitch-boy." Alcana teased, laughing cruelly as she forced Taranis to savor the vile mix and find out the humiliating truth: even he felt overwhelmed by the potent, dominant taste of Killer's sweat. It disgusted him, and yet at the same time he craved more, feeling more and more in awe of the massive male resting lazily on the bed, his power so immense that he was basically crushing them all under his mere presence.

Taranis felt his cheeks burning as he savored the long-lasting taste of Killer's sweat on his tongue, his eyes gazing hungrily over Alcana's eager work, his mind tormented by envy: he envied Killer for the power he had and the worship he was getting, and at the same time he even envied Alcana, because she was licking his foot. It only got worse as he caught sight of movement to the sides of the bed: he gaped in shock at the sight of Vesta and Adrasthea kneeling and leaning forwards under Killer's arm, licking his armpit clean, lapping up his sweat and taking turns in suckling the thick hair into their mouths, milking it for every tasty drop.

On the other side, Ira and Gaia were doing the same, and their eyes burned with delight, lust and with mocking as they saw him staring and grinned in his direction, the cobra nibbling teasingly at a thick bang of hair and pulling at it lovingly, suckling loudly while Gaia took long, worshipful laps at the sweaty pit.

Killer grunted in pleasure, dropping his head backwards with a sigh of delight, his body flexing lightly as he gazed at the goddesses trading places, as now even Alexis took her turn at his armpit, Diana and Manticora squeezing under his other arm, hugging his massive bicep lovingly as they ground their faces into him, treating even his battle sweat like the most precious of nectars.

The huge male looked down towards Taranis, snorting in dark amusement at the sight of the bear dripping nervous sweat and with cheeks burning a deep crimson, his expression turned hollow and dumb by his increasing, confused submission, by the torturing mix of self-loathing, rage, envy and slavish resignation. It is taking a lot less time than expected...

"Bitch-boy... you look just as eager to serve me as your wife does. Maybe even more..." Killer teased, and Taranis recoiled as if punched in the face, shaking his head briskly and apparently trying to straighten up... but he immediately dropped that idea, knowing that it would only lead to him being beaten into pulp. He whined in frustration as he found himself going back to Killer's monstrous black shaft, his eyes searching it automatically, the sight of that monstrous virility making him tremble in fearful worship.

"Listen, sissy. I have some questions that you will answer. I assure you that you will answer. You can do it immediately when I ask nicely, or you can do it while I gut you like a fish. That is the only kind of choice you have, at this point." Killer calmly stated, his tone soft and relaxed yet carrying unquestionable authority, only reinforced by the presence of the goddesses eagerly serving him, their tongues worshipfully cleaning his body as Alcana suckled lovingly at his toes, cleaning them one by one.

Taranis swallowed thickly, staring at Killer silently for a long moment, evaluating his options: he did not want to make things any easier for his conqueror, but resisting was only going to gain him greater pain and worse misery. Was it worth it...? One part of him thought so. He glared at Killer and opened his mouth to bark an insult... but Killer's eyes narrowed, looking at him coldly as the giant male shifted slightly in the bed, and that was enough to crush Taranis back down. The bear nodded in a hurry before clearing his throat a bit as he mumbled: "W-whatever you command, Master."

"Good bitch." Killer replied, snorting in entertainment at the amused gaze that Alexis gave him as he added: "If you prove good enough, perhaps your wife will let you have another taste of my sweat." The huge male laughed as Taranis's face quite visibly beamed, his eyes widening with evident hope despite the best attempts not to reveal his weakness... before Alcana turned slightly and gave her husband the finger, growling: "Nothing for you, bitch-boy... I will not leave you a drop."

Killer laughed loudly at that, his deep voice rattling Taranis's ribcage like a discharge of punches as the bear shivered in fearful awe, his ears flat on his skull as the liger teased: "I bet you never thought before that you'd one day be begging your wife to let you drink a drop of my sweat, huh...?" The bear looked down at the floor, seeming to shrink smaller as the goddesses and Killer made fun of him and laughed of his misery, until Killer pressed on with the first question: "Who put together the robotic legs for Seth?" The liger surveyed with attention the bear's reaction, evaluating every sign he might give off to make sure that he wouldn't try to hide or alter any detail. Sure, Alexis could recognize a lie instantaneously thanks to her energy-seeing ability, which gave her a formidable sixth sense that could read the inner workings of the world and people around her with unmatched clarity. But he wanted to put his own instinct at work, to make sure that nothing useful would slip away unnoticed. Killer purposefully did not mention the RA directly: he did not want to alert Taranis in any way. He wanted the bear to be sincere and to bring the argument to the surface himself.

"Mortal engineers did the job. A big team. I don't know anything about them, though... I couldn't care any less about the identities of a bunch of mortal bugs." Taranis explained, making a grimace as he mentioned the mortals, which he considered weak, pathetic and good only as slaves and toys. Killer ignored that little, surviving bit of arrogance: even that would soon be crushed out of the defeated god. No real need to hurry the process. It is funnier if it lasts.

What mattered was that the bear was clearly and unequivocally sincere. And for now, he was. Unfortunately. He won't be able to tell me as much as I'd like to know...

"Yet you accepted the help of said bugs. And it wasn't the first time, was it...?" Killer enquired, before smiling down at Alcana as the goddess, having finished licking his left foot clean, poured some of the warm, delicious balm on her palm and began to adoringly massage it on his sole, then on his toes, making sure to worship and bless every single inch. Taranis looked at his with evident, bitter envy, struggling to peel his eyes away from his lost wife worship his rival like that, but finally admitted: "No, it wasn't the first time. They... have some usefulness. There was a time in which their technology did not impress nor worry me... but these days they can build amazing machinery. Something that can be useful even to a god."

Killer nodded slightly, silently looking down at the bear and measuring his options for how to best extract the information he wanted, which included details of what Typhon was doing, too.

"How did you get in touch with said 'useful mortals'?"

"It happened a long time ago, when I first discovered that Typhon was building up an armada of laboratory-made Paladins. I considered my options, and decided that perhaps there was something I could gain out of it." Taranis readily answered, the bear's lower lip trembling as he stared at his wife Alcana while she quietly soaked a soft cloth into clear water and balsam, before using it to clean Killer's foot from her saliva, touching the liger's body with such reverence to make it look like each strand of fur was a god in its own right. Killer smirked as he waited for a few long moments, mercilessly letting Taranis's mind creak with despair and envy at the sight, before coldly intimating: "Don't be lazy, bitch-boy. I want the details, and I don't want to have to make questions for every bit of info."

The bear gulped, turning his attention back to the god, his cheeks burning as he saw the goddesses snickering at him, their eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Y-yes, as you command, Master. I... I... Well. You know that Typhon has been conspiring behind the scenes to take Lord God's place in this universe. You know that he's been employing mortal technology, including cloning research, which has been used to produce strong, tough bodies in laboratory, to create artificial Paladins in enormous quantities, forming a shadow army far larger than Heaven's one." Taranis hesitated for the slightest moment, looking meekly up at Killer to see if the liger had any doubts, and then he continued: "I do not know when the conspiracy began. But it was long, long ago: I've known something was brewing from before Lord God left Heaven. Indeed, I considered warning Lord God about what was happening... but in the end, decided not to. Elelyon would have rewarded my loyalty, but there were greater rewards to be had in being ready to exploit the incoming storm to my advantage. I decided I needed to build up my power and wait: if the rebellion of Typhon managed to depose Lord God, I could exploit the moment to take the throne. Otherwise, I could just fight back the rebels on Elelyon's side and still gain great rewards..."

The bear paused, sighing dejectedly as he looked enviously up at Killer as the enchanting, powerful females licked his body clean, inch by inch, before using the soft cloths to complete the job, rubbing gently at his powerful physique. Killer's eyes, however, prompted him to continue with how they burned like sapphire fire in the soft darkness, gazing down at him with crushing dominance.

"I found out about Typhon's activities when the first cloned Paladins began fighting and training. They were well hidden in vast underground facilities, but no fight is invisible to my eye and concealed from my senses. Eventually, I infiltrated one of the laboratories to find out what was going on, and that's when I had the first contact with the mortals. The scientists and engineers apparently were all part of the same organization: they identified themselves as part of an 'RA' thing."

Bingo. Killer thought, nodding a bit to himself and trading a gaze with Alexis and Vesta, both females nodding imperceptibly as they focused their attention on the bear's words.

"What do you know about the RA?" Killer asked, and the bear shook his head with an apologetic look, bowing his head as he whimpered: "Unfortunately not much, Master. I... never really cared about what their organization was all about. I thought that I could get rid of them at the right moment: no matter how advanced their technology, they were only mortals. And of the brainy, nerdy kind."

"You should never underestimate the mortals... after all, even I am..." Killer paused for a brief moment and then snorted: "Well, I guess I should say I was. I was a mortal... and despite that, I turned you into my urinal."

The bear nodded and bowed deeply, resting his forehead against the cold marble floor as he tremblingly admitted: "That's right, Master. I... I am your urinal. And... too much of an honor it is for me, unworthy as I am." Taranis paused, trembling violently and shutting his eyes with a chocked snarl of rage at the misery of his slavery, and then he resumed telling his story. "As soon as the RA guys realized that I was willing to let them live in exchange for a... fair agreement, they organized a meeting with someone who could negotiate on behalf of the leaders. I ended up talking to a woman, who became my point of contact with the organization. They call her "Suicide Maker", I believe. A Doberman. Dangerous, for a mortal. She has quite some power within her."

"Vera..." Killer mumbled, frowning thoughtfully and trading a gaze with Alexis as they both recalled their earlier meeting with the Suicide Maker. There was no doubt about Vera being strong, and gifted with abilities which went well into the supernatural. She supposedly was a leading figure of the New World Order Army, but apparently at the same time was a leading element within the RA. Contradictory, yet it failed to surprise Killer and Alexis: by now, the complexity of the messy garble of plots and parallel plans made by their enemies was not a surprise.

"Yes. Vera... that's the name she gave me. I know nothing more about her or the RA... what I cared about was our agreement. I obtained from them huge quantities of advanced weaponry that I stashed away under my temples all across Heaven and Hell: at the right moment, the weapons would have been picked up by my followers to either counter Typhon's revolution, aid it, or ideally exploit it to put me on the throne."

"We'll have to find all the hidden arsenals, then." Vesta immediately observed, looking up into Killer's eyes as she took a pause from the tender, loving licking of his enormous bicep. "The last thing we need is another bunch of people running around with rocket launchers and doomsday prototype weapons."

"The stashes should be secure enough now that all the temples have turned into Killer's sanctuaries. But I can send out intervention teams to clear all the depots and carry everything here to Eaglenest. The weapons would even be useful to equip the new recruits and to replenish battle losses." Manticora added, looking thoughtful for a moment before saying: "The temples in Hell are a problem, though. I can warn Kimera, but I don't know if she has enough forces available to attempt a retrieval."

"It might be better to just leave the weapons hidden, if the risk is too high." Ira cautioned, before turning to glare down at Taranis, snapping: "How many of your puppets know about the depots?"

The bear recoiled a bit at her forceful aggression, holding his arms up as if to parry an incoming blow as he hurriedly answered: "Very few. Only a number of trusted officers know the secret. They are the ones who, on receipt of a signal from me, would have opened the temples and distributed the weapons to the troops."

"Then Kimera might want to just keep an eye on the temples, make sure no one tries to pull a stunt. With Killer's energies burning in the walls of the temples, I don't think any of Taranis's followers will be eager to get anywhere near to the temples. Better not to attract any unwanted attention from anyone else." Ira remarked, trading a gaze with Killer and then with Manticora, who nodded in agreement.

"What else did you get out of the deal...? I'm sure the 'mighty god of war' will have requested a large tribute just to sit down at the negotiation table. What next?" Alexis enquired, her voice dripping sarcasm as she glared down at the deformed bear.

"I did ask more. I had them building a special version of their mind-control device, and had them installing it into Xaar's neck while I held him down." Taranis answered, and Alcana turned to look at him with hate, her eyes glowing with new fury as she seized him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground and making his spine creak as she squeezed savagely. "You did what...?"

"I... I... it was necessary!" The bear squeaked, clawing uselessly at her hand as the dragoness chocked him with a snarl of destructive rage. "Xaar's hunger was uncontrollable, you know it... and his body and his strength continued to grow and grow and grow, while his brain... well. You know that he never was more than a feral beast...!" Taranis's voice died into a breathless whisper, and Killer had to intervene before the fury of Alcana could snuff him out of existence.

"Alcana, relax your grip a little. We want him alive, for now at least."

"Yes, Master." The dragoness replied, her eyes continuing to burn with rage, seeming to pierce right through Taranis's soul even as she eased her hold a little.

"I... I thought that, if I could get Xaar to reason at least a tiny bit, he'd become controllable. He'd be able to... follow my orders. His monstrous strength could be incredibly useful..." The bear explained, speaking to Alcana as if he was saying something obvious and that anyone would feel compelled to agree with, expecting her to calm down. But the dragoness only looked at him with horror, and with increasing fury.

"I tried with patience and love; with magic; with supernatural abilities; with everything I could... I tried and tried and tried breaking the clout of darkness and confusion in my son's brain. I... felt that if he could be made to hear and understand the world around him... he'd be able to calm down, control himself... be a good boy, one day." The goddess said, her voice trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought back at those terrible days of the past, at her despair, at her horrendous feeling of guilt and failure. At the many times in which she had felt she was a failure as mother. At the day when she failed to prevent Xaar from escaping and charging into the world. "You found a way to connect him to the world... said nothing to me... and used that not to save your son, but to condemn him definitively, to turn him into your weapon!" Alcana roared and threw Taranis hard down into the floor, the dragoness snarling in fury and stomping hard down on his face again and again and again, before she slammed her heel down into his belly, bones cracking loudly as the bear's back arched violently and he clawed uselessly at her leg, eyes bulging and drool and blood flying from his gaping mouth.

"You monster... you coward..." Alcana spat, twisting her foot down into his belly before kicking him viciously in the groin, causing the god to howl in agony as he curled up on the floor, holding his shattered testicles and the damaged, bleeding cock which, regardless even of the pain, continued to throb, hard and erect, leaking precum, traitorously exposing his submissive arousal to the world.

Gaia and Diana stepped forwards and gently seized Alcana by the arms, quietly pulling her backwards and away from the agonizing bear, whispering words of comfort and affection in her ears... until she ceased to resist, sobbing quietly instead even as the two females hugged her with love, reassuring her and leading her back until Killer could wrap one arm around her waist, squeezing her softly against his side.

"I'm sorry, Alcana... I... would have treated Xaar differently, had I imagined that he was controlled by a Spirit computer. I'm sorry, I really am. I... maybe I could have saved him..." Killer quietly said, but Alcana shook her head slowly and nuzzled him with affection, closing her eyes as she replied in a whisper: "I don't think Xaar could be saved, at this point... and you did the only thing you could do. Don't apologize, Killer. Xaar... maybe could have been saved, but only many, many years ago, and by his parents. Instead, I failed... and his father betrayed him."

"It wasn't your fault, Alcana... you did all you could." Killer softly replied, kissing her lips lightly and squeezing her closer... and then he turned his gaze back to the bear, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You disgust me like no one else has ever done before." Killer coldly stated, and his voice truly dripped with venom, his icy glare sending shivers down Taranis's back. "Tell your story, asshole, and then, over the years, we'll make sure to have you... adequately rewarded for your actions."

The bear slowly pushed up to his knees, swallowing thickly and trembling in pain and fear, blood leaking from old, reopened wounds and from new ones as his hands desperately cupped his damaged testicles, which throbbed painfully and sent a burning agony up through his whole form. His voice came out in a high, pained pitch as he stammered onwards with his story. "I also asked them to feed a variety of wars and clashes across the mortal plane, and also had them delivering weaponry to the armies of several of the lord of Hell... provoking more and more fighting, they would effectively be making me stronger. I asked for those wars to be against your interests whenever possible, so they would keep you busy and away from Heaven... and perhaps they would even get you killed, with some luck..."

Killer gritted his fangs in silent but terrible fury, and Alexis's eyes glowed with icy, murderous rage as she looked down at the bear, as they both thought of their homelands, invaded by Riaku's forces, equipped and resupplied by the RA. The war that had destroyed Alexis's family and left both Glacial and Kesteven in ruins had been at least in part caused by Taranis's conspiracy against Lord God, and that made it even harder not to rip the bear apart right there, to enjoy the bloody revenge of tearing him into small, tiny shreds, piece by piece...

"They were all too happy to comply: keeping you busy was high on the list of their priorities, for whatever reason, and they said they had exactly the right tool in hand for the job... a bastard son of yours." Taranis dared flashing a trembling grin at Killer and he teased: "The downside of getting all the bitches, huh...? One day, your armada of sons will give you really punish you..."

Alexis's eyes flashed and energy exploded out of her in a shockwave of psychic power which slammed viciously into the bear's face, knocking him backwards with a howl of agony as his jaws crumbled and pieces of his teeth flew in every direction. He flew bonelessly through the room, leaving behind a trail of blood and drool, before vicious meat hooks pierced into his wrists and ankles, making him shriek in shock and torturous pain as the chains stopped his momentum and dragged him violently back towards the bed.

Killer's own psychic energy squeezed savagely down on the bear's skull, making him howl in misery until blood burst out of his ears, and then the invisible hand holding him smashed his muzzle down into the end of the monumental bed, turning his face into a mask of bloody pulp.

The bear flopped down with a breathless cry of agony... but as soon as he managed to pull some air into his lungs again, he hurriedly begged for mercy, dropping every boldness. "P-p-please... I... I'm a worthless idiot... I... should have never..."

"Tell me what I want to know." Killer coldly ordered, and Taranis nodded quickly, spitting out a thick gout of blood, broken bone and shattered teeth before miserably babbling out the words to explain the rest of the story.

"The RA did not ask much in exchange: they wanted me to spread some sort of concealment over vast areas of the mortal plane. Why, they did not say and I did not ask, but clearly they wanted to hide some important activities... as well as other areas of absolutely no interest to them, so to confuse you and anyone else trying to track and understand their actions and pattern of life. I gave them the fog of war... and that's why your satellites and reconnaissance aircraft and any other sensor back home can't find anything. Even your senses can't see through the fog, am I wrong...?" The bear said, but without any tease or boldness this time around.

"You will dissolve the fog immediately." Killer calmly ordered, and the bear nodded quickly, assuring him that the fog was already gone. He turned to Alexis, asking a silent question as he looked into her eyes, and the femme fatale first nodded slightly, then shook her head almost imperceptibly.

The fog is indeed gone... but too late. There isn't anything particularly revealing to be sensed... and the satellites can't hope to detect anything that can escape Alexis's senses.

"When I began conquering distant planets to turn into Sanctuaries, the RA also asked to have a look at the technology found on the most advanced ones. They dismantled a lot of equipment and military vehicles, and brought the pieces to their labs to reverse engineer them and acquire new capabilities." The bear continued, and Killer closed his eyes with a long, drawn-out breath, throwing his head back for a moment and swallowing down the frustration as he thought of the advanced combat ships and vehicles he had destroyed in Taranis's sanctuary. That explains the constant, dramatically fast evolution of RA equipment to levels unseen elsewhere on the planet... they had an external source we could know nothing about, nor match.

"Fuck it. Who knows what else they will be building, and where..." Alexis muttered, making a grimace at the thought, trading a look with Killer as he gave a small nod, sharing her worries. She kissed his thick, masculine chest and leaned her cheek against the solid muscle, looking thoughtful for a moment, but then smiled up at him as she teasingly added: "At least, we'll have plenty of toys to shatter. We can't pretend we won't enjoy that..."

"That's true..." Killer replied with a smirk of entertainment, and the goddesses murred in delight as his powerful musculature eagerly flexed under their touch, his body burning with vigor and strength and all too willing to tear the RA's armies apart. Whatever their number and their technology, the war machines of the RA were as weak as sand castles in front of him at this point: the Unmanned Combat Walkers that so much grief had caused to him and Alexis in the past now wouldn't even get them to break a sweat.

"Why did you want me to be busy and distracted?" Killer asked, turning his gaze back to the bloodied, trembling bear. "Apart from the obvious reason that you did not want me to kick your ass, I mean."

Taranis looked surprised by the question, and his expression of shock suggested that he believed Killer should have already known the answer. But a lot of people know more about me than I do...

"I knew you would be brought into Heaven at some point, and the prophecies on the Amon-Ra are clear about how powerful the savior is supposed to be. Since we believe you are that savior... I did not want you to enter Paradise. I did not want you to be trained. I did not want you to get any stronger. And I wasn't alone in that: Typhon obviously saw you all along as a threat to his conspiracy; Thanathos must have his own plans, either on his own or in collaboration with Typhon... whatever it is, he did not want you to survive, either." Taranis explained, before dropping his head with a groan of pain, struggling to breathe and trembling violently in a mix of agony, fear and powerless rage. That was the story of his failure. If he had acted differently... if he had attacked sooner, perhaps...

"But none of us could act while Elelyon was still among us. Lord God wanted you to be brought to Heaven because he felt the time of the Prophecy is drawing near... he wanted you trained and informed about everything. We could not prevent your arrival by openly going against Lord God... so, getting mortals or rogues, or Hell's forces to kill you was the best, and the only, option. No one of us, I believe, and certainly not me, wanted to expose himself too much."

Killer nodded slightly to himself, and then turned slightly to the side as Vesta muttered: "And even when Lord God was gone, Typhon did not want to immediately make it obvious that he wanted to undo everything Elelyon has built over the Eons. You and Thanathos, I'm sure, did not want to hurry up a clash by acting any different... and I guess having Gaia, Alcana, Adrasthea, Lemuel and Sekhmeth siding for the Amon-Ra was a big deterrent."

"That's certainly correct. No one of us felt ready to act, back then... but we did at least manage to separate Killer and Alexis by winning a Council vote. That was a step in the right direction... I've tried to exploit the moment by ordering the cave workers at Eaglenest to kill you. The exoskeletons had been enhanced by RA engineers." Taranis continued, looking fearfully up at Killer's eyes as he told the liger about how the assassination attempt back at the quarry had come to be. The Righteous, the propaganda against me, all the hostility, the separation from Alexis... all because of you, and Typhon...

"They didn't enhance the exoskeletons enough." Killer coldly remarked, and the bear dejectedly nodded in agreement, before the huge male liger grumbled: "But it is really true, huh...? When the cat's away, the mice will play. As soon as Elelyon left, everyone happily went ahead with every sort of horrible betrayal of his laws and teachings."

"Lord God was too kind and generous to ever seriously consider being betrayed by those he called friends, when not sons and daughters. Whenever we tried to warn him about Typhon's behavior and ambitions, he dismissed our concerns with the kindest of words... But Elelyon was never stupid. He knew things could go wrong, in many ways, during his absence. And that's, I'm sure, is part of why he worked so hard to flesh out the plan for your arrival in Heaven, and why he made sure to leave clear orders about who would train you and keep an eye on you. Elelyon knew that you'd become the cat." Vesta wisely observed, caressing Killer's cheek as she gave him a soft, loving smile, while Ira kissed his other cheek lightly, her eyes glinting with affection as she winked at him. He couldn't have been luckier: she was an exceptional mentor and a fantastic person. He was honored to have known her, and he loved her deeply. He was very grateful to Lord God's for making such a great choice. "I'm so glad he did, so I get to know all of you... it changed my life for the better." Killer gently said, smiling to both females just as the goddesses finished rinsing his majestic form with the wet cloths, all of the enchanting females standing up on the two sides of the bed and smirking teasingly down at him as they popped open the small crystal jars of divine oil, pouring some of the warm fluid upon their fingers. Killer grunted in eager anticipation, closing his eyes with a low growl of pleasure, and a grin crested his lips as Taranis loudly gasped in awe and envy. Killer lazily opened one eye, gazing down at the bear just to see him drool as his eyes followed the slow, gentle, worshipful movements of the goddesses' hands as they massaged the warm, soothing oil over his powerful, massive musculature, the soft perfume of the fluid mixing with his natural scent, exalting it.

For Taranis, it was a painful torture, and yet he couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle, watching with wide eyes as Alcana worked over Killer's massive abs, her hands adoringly spreading the rich oil over the solid muscle, her lips crested in a smile of bliss as she breathed hungrily, her attention fully fixed on her god. Her wedding ring glinted at her finger, smeared with oil and with Killer's sweat, and it was plenty clear that the dragoness was wearing it only to defile it, to curse it, to have it desecrated and taken over by Killer.

She was still Taranis's wife... but only to humiliate him, to punish him, to ridicule him by forcing him to watch as she worshipped his conqueror, as she gave all herself to Killer, as she begged to be his slave, his toy, his fuckmeat.

And all the other goddesses were just as hungry, as eager to offer their bodies and their souls to the behemoth male, even queen Vesta having eagerly suckled the sweat from the thick, luscious hair on Killer's crotch, even Gaia having tongue-polished an enormous, ponderous testicle until it shined with her drool, even mighty Alexis having licked his armpits clean, lapped into the deep valleys of power between his mountain-like muscles, kissed into the hair of his crotch.

Taranis had never seen such sincere, profound, loving worship, nor had imagined it being possible. He gaped, speechless, taking in the sight of Ira and Alexis working together, slowly and delightfully, to massage warm oil over Killer's enormous bicep as the male relaxed and distended his arm, lazily thrusting his fingers up past the cobra's labia, shamelessly fingering her hungry, gripping passage as her desire leaked out of her in rivers, streaking down her long legs and drenching his hand. Taranis felt sweat and tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at the slow, expert movements of those thick fingers, his heart skipping a beat whenever he caught sight of some of the pink treasure inside the black labia of the cobra... until Ira reluctantly pulled back, her legs wobbling as she groaned in delight, licking her lips as Alexis took her place, spreading her legs for the huge male and throwing her head back with a sigh of bliss.

Taranis's dick throbbed violently, the arousal all but painful with how intense and irrational it was, his damaged testicles still sending shivers of agony through him... and his eyes kept going back to Killer's own titanic black shaft, the almighty cock still contemptuously flaccid, as if unimpressed by the treasure of worship and female desire and perfection that was offered to it. No, the enormous beast demanded even more worship and pampering, the potent organ throbbing with astonishing vigor every now and then but otherwise arrogantly in wait. Killer's virile power was obscene and overwhelming, but Taranis now felt if possible even more humiliated by the huge male's supreme control.

"How... how can you... control it...? How can you resist, when I can't help myself even if they barely look at me...?" Taranis's thoughts sounded through the room, gaining him the mocking grins of the goddesses who briefly acknowledged his existence. And in front of those gazes, even as they only mocked him, he grunted in painful, torturing release, his traitorous member spewing out another few shots of his semen, the bear panting and feeling as if his balls were being squeezed to force out every last drop he could give. He looked down with a groan as his semen splattered on the floor, the clear fluid immediately sizzling and evaporating as even the marble of that place refused to let him exist. Taranis tried to silence his sobbing, but his mind continued to torture him, pitting him into humiliating, hopeless comparisons with Killer's mighty body: one look at the sheer diameter of Killer's cumslit was enough to know that his orgasm would brutally dwarf his release, which now felt weak, poor, and pathetic. And the beat trembled as he was assaulted by the memory of all the Seraphims outside, all wearing his collar, all conquered and used and dominated by him.

"You are... used... used to all this... this is... a normal day, for you..." Taranis said, babbling in shock... and Killer grinned in entertainment, looking down at him patronizingly as he explained: "Not quite. Being used to it all would imply not enjoying it anymore. And that's impossible... the pleasure is always new, our bliss always new. But I'm accustomed to this kind of attention and to this kind of company, and I've taught myself the art of control. Stamina and control are what turn power into supremacy. My girls make me work hard, so..." Killer grinned and forcefully sunk his fingers into Alexis, down to the knuckles, pushing up with such strength to almost lift her off the ground as she grunted in delight, new torrents of her desire streaking down her muscular thighs as he slowly, masterfully twisted his digits inside her, teasing her in all the right ways. "... I make my bitches work even harder."

"Certainly you could never do anything like it..." Alexis cruelly teased, grinning in derision as she gazed down at the bear, her hands working deliciously to spread warm oil over the thick, massive muscles of Killer's shoulder, while Ira took loving care of the male's forearm, the cobra snickering mercilessly after taking a look at Taranis's misery.

"You piece of trash... you are trembling like a little whore who stares at his massive cock for the first time, and cries tears of fear as that godlike shaft leans against her cherry to obliterate it..." Alcana mocked, the dragoness massaging warm oil over the muscular thigh of the behemoth male, one finger slowly tracing its way down along one thick vein of the liger's gigantic black member. Her finger looked so amazingly small, lost on that great python of black flesh which seemed never-ending in its immensity, leaving Taranis gaping in awe.

"That's because he actually is a little whore. Look at you, sissy: it shows so clearly that you are in love with Killer's power..." Gaia remarked, the goddess of Nature leaning over to take a ravenous lick at the base of the monstrous black shaft, her eyes piercing through Taranis's. "Be careful, bitch... because your puny dick could soon become a clit."

"Not that anyone will miss that sorry teeny weeny thingy." Adrasthea added, licking her lips as her hands reverently seized the top half of Killer's monstrous shaft, gripping into the two sides and slowly pumping the giant member, evidencing even more its astonishing two-hands-then-some girth as the bulging of her biceps again slapped the sheer weight of it into Taranis's overwhelmed mind.

Diana was next, even the sweet angel smirking teasingly as she carefully took the head of the gigantic cock in her hands and slowly, worshipfully peeled back the thick foreskin, revealing the ponderous head. She hungrily inhaled the potent, rich scent coming from the enormous member, nuzzling the titan with adoration and taking a slow, long lick on the distended foreskin, cleaning it and the underside of the vast ridge of the head, savoring the mighty taste of his essence before licking her lips, looking Taranis in the eye and teasing: "You aren't even worth a bit of his smegma."

"Ohhhh, boy. No one is badder than a good girl that turns bad." Vesta amusedly commented, the other goddesses grinning while Taranis paled and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"But she only said the truth..." Manticora remarked, and Vesta nodded in eager agreement as they leaned in from the two sides, moaning hungrily as they slowly, hungrily lapped at the thick black flesh, their tongues rolling under and over the thick ridge of the cockhead, gaining a grunt of approval and bliss from Killer. And Taranis couldn't help himself, seizing his throbbing dick with one hand and jerking off at the amazing sight of a whole team of goddesses cleaning a single, titanic cock from sweat, dust, virile fluids and smegma, greedily eating it all up, savoring it as the richest of food, their tongues twisting together and spreading drool all over the almighty shaft: his wife Alcana at the front, shoulder to shoulder with little Diana, and Alexis, Vesta and Ira on one side, with Adrasthea, Gaia and Manticora on the other.

"That is what real power looks like...!" Taranis's thoughts loudly said, and Alexis grinned at him with a glint in her eyes as she remarked: "Yeah, bitch. And it is just the beginning..."

Killer lazily rested back in the comfortable cushions, easily gripping one of Ira's horns and one of Gaia's, leisurely forcing their faces to rub harder down into his gigantic shaft, both females purring in bliss and eagerly pushing their features against the thick flesh, their hot drool and some of the warm, smooth oil soaking the potent member and sending thrills of pure delight up the huge male's spine.

He savored it for a few long, delightful moments, relaxing and letting the tension and pain and fatigue of the battle be licked and massaged out of him, at the same time enjoying the extra thrill of seeing his old rival broken, his mind shattered and his pride crumbled.

Finally, though, he decided to press Taranis for some more information while his brain hadn't yet melted entirely. "What do you know about Typhon's and Thanathos's plans?"

Taranis took a moment to shake himself out of the trance he had fallen into, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from Alcana's working tongue and hands, but he hurried nonetheless to respond as soon as his brain processed the request.

"I don't really know anything about their plans. We've been, in some ways, undeclared allies, since we all needed Heaven to fall into chaos and discord; we all needed God gone; we all needed you dead... I don't know if Typhon and Thanathos have a closer collaboration. They might, or they might now. Thanathos, however, has an obvious key role in this war..."

"He ordered his Reapers to work only in the interest of Hell." Vesta completed, and Taranis looked at her blankly for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

"He says he 'lost control' of the Reapers. Apparently, they rebelled against him and against God and sided with Satan to bring Hell to victory... but I've never believed to that story." The bear said, and Vesta grunted in agreement, grumbling: "You tell me. Thanathos's power definitely hasn't decreased, and there's no way the Reapers could have developed a free will in these conditions. He has all the strength needed to control all the Reapers, and then some more."

"The support of the Reapers has been a complete game-changer. The war between Hell and Heaven would have ended almost immediately without them taking Hell's side." Gaia quietly explained, turning to gaze at Killer as she added: "Lord God talked about you with Satan, and the High King of Hell agreed that you should be trained in Heaven as soon as possible. He actually offered his collaboration, and proposed that part of your training would happen in Hell. Lord God agreed, and the plan was fleshed out without difficulties. Back then, war really did not seem to be into Satan's thoughts."

The huge male listened in silence and finally nodded in agreement, remembering well how the original plan for his training had early on included plans for half of it to take place in Hell. The situation had gotten worse only over time.

"Initially, only a number of demon lords moved war against Heaven. Powerful ones, of course, or they wouldn't even think about it. And they had the technical support of the RA: that became obvious very early on. But on their own, they wouldn't have enjoyed much success. Especially since Satan himself was trying to forcefully slap them down and get them back in line." Vesta recalled, pulling back slightly from the monstrous black shaft, strings of drool connecting her muzzle with the cock made shiny by their combined saliva, as her hands continued to squeeze into the heavy, solid flesh, the sheer weight of the godly member giving her thrills of delight. Handling it was intimidating and rewarding: the immense size and weight taxed her arms and filled her with anticipation, fear and pure delight, the awe a constant whenever she squeezed into the girthy monster.

"When the Reapers took Hell's side in the war, though, things changed entirely. More demon lords began to feel that Hell's victory was now certain and ended up switching side, fearing to be left out of the feast of the winners. Once the dominoes started falling, there was no way to stop them... demons have strong emotions and great ambitions, and they rapidly fell for the attraction of the great victory to be had." Ira added, the demonic goddess looking thoughtful and irritated for a brief moment as she talked about what had been her homeland: Hell. The father that had abused of her and that she had killed before fleeing to Heaven was a high-ranking warlord, and who knew how many stepbrothers and stepdaughters no doubt were still out there somewhere, leading legions of demons into battle. She did not miss them at all, and it couldn't have been any different since she had only ever seen a few and never really got to know any in any meaningful way. Her father was a real monster, eager to spread his seed and influence but not at all interested in building a family worth of the name. She had almost only bad memories of Hell, but it was still weird at times when she stopped to reflect about the war and her own unique situation. Demoness turned Seraphim... rejected and hated by both worlds, for different reasons.

She turned to look up at Killer, and he smiled down at her with affection, his gaze trying to comfort her as the male easily guessed her torment. The cobra shook her head slightly, reassuring him that all was good: she was no demoness and she was no seraphim, nor she wished to be. She was Ira Huxley now, adoptive daughter and lover of Killer Huxley, and she couldn't be happier. It was everything she wanted to be, and she wanted nothing to change. She leaned forwards ravenously instead, hungrily kissing the side of the immense black shaft, suckling greedily on the thick flesh as she dragged her face from side to side, slobbering eagerly over the giant cock, her tongue dancing against his meat and her teeth nibbling at it as she loudly blew bubbles in the moisture. Her emerald eyes burned as she sucked hard and pulled back until his flesh came out of her lips with loud, wet pops, the female drooling messily over the gigantic cock as her gaze told him: this is what I want. Thank you for giving me this life.

Ira panted hungrily as she slurped over the colossal cock, her tongue meeting Alexis's and twirling together with it as the two femme fatales redoubled their efforts, making Killer grunt in sheer delight and Taranis sob loudly in envious despair. Implicit in her sincere love for him was also the gratitude for elevating her to godhood, giving her such immense power that she could have now crushed her old father out of existence under her thumb.

When Killer turned around to lay upon his abs, arms crossed and head resting on top of them, the front of his body was clean and warm and slightly shiny with the precious, holy oil that underlined and glorified even more the astonishing power of his musculature. The head and the upper side of his immense black shaft were also polished and shiny with the accumulated drool of the goddesses, strings of it draped over the soft cushions as Killer leaned down, again with his legs spread wide, again with the titanic cock on proud display in the middle, topped by the heavy, ponderous mass of his gigantic balls.

Taranis stared, awestruck, at the colossal orbs, admiring their majestic size and trying to visualize the extent of the sheer, brutal power they could express. It was hard to even dream of the amounts of potent cum that such enormous testicles undoubtedly produced, and the bear couldn't help but look at them with slavish veneration, assaulted by images of Alcana drenched completely in cum...

And as if to work to make his vision a reality, the dragoness eagerly leaned down between Killer's legs, her hands gripping lovingly into his firm buttocks as she pushed her face right in his sack, burying her features between the two gigantic balls, letting the heavy orbs smother her from the two sides as she rubbed her face into the sweat and the musky flesh there, eagerly soaking in his powerful essence. Her tongue sought each and every pearl of sweat, drawing slow, worshipful circles over the almighty balls, her hands fondling the huge sperm tanks as she greedily inhaled his virile scent, his musk overwhelmingly powerful there, made more intense and thicker by the efforts of the battle.

The other goddesses joined her effort, planting loving kisses all over the massive balls and lapping them clean, leaving them shiny with drool as they sloppily licked over the thick veins that jutted out of his hard-worked sack, his testicles so enormous that they looked like they'd burst out of his own skin.

Alcana shot Taranis a teasing, mocking gaze as she leaned her head up against the underside of Killer's thick, heavy tail... and then, while her husband watched in shock and disbelief, she pushed her tongue out and took a long, slow, worshipful lick at his crack, lapping lovingly up towards his asshole as Killer gave a low growl of approval.

"No... no... not this... please, my love, don't do it..." Taranis whimpered, rubbing his hands together and shifting miserably on the spot as he stared at the scene, trembling when Alcana gave him a teasing gaze from over her shoulder, leaning to the side slightly just so he could better see her tongue tracing a slow circle around Killer's tailhole.

"N-no... please... no..." Taranis cried, but Alcana only grinned mercilessly, leaning forwards to take a loud sniff at Killer's ass before she kissed it, dragging her tongue worshipfully over the tight, muscular hole and lapping it clean and polished, leaving Taranis whimpering pathetically at the end of the bed.

"I'll lick his ass clean whenever he'll let me have such undeserved honor, bitch-boy... and each and every time it will beat kissing you. You are nothing, bitch... nothing compared to even just his asshole." Alcana cruelly taunted, stretching her tongue out as she took long, slow laps at his crack.

"I think you'll have to lick my ass like the good little bitch you are, Taranis... That will teach you what your place is. And it'll pay you back for all your arrogance and for all the bullshit you pulled on us, for too long." The huge male calmly said after another long moment of Alcana's care, turning slightly to look down at the bear from over his shoulder, savoring the horror that flashed in his expression. The bear recoiled with a cry of despair, looking up at the powerful goddesses who turned to grin down at him, making him feel weak and doomed as they loomed over him, their muscular legs beautiful and terrifying at once, their strength crushing his will to resist into nothing but dust. He gazed in awe at the glinting streaks of desire and juices that rolled down those long legs, feeling humiliated by how all of the goddesses lusted so openly and intensely for Killer while looking down at him like they would look at a cockroach on the floor... and then his eyes inexorably went back to Killer's enormous cock, the bear feeling lost and dizzy as he stared down into the wide cumslit, until a breathless moan escaped his throat as the titanic balls of the liger filled his vision.

Taranis trembled violently as Killer lazily pulled up his thick tail, letting Alcana hug it to her chest as she licked it clean from the blood, the dust, the dirt, her eyes fixed on Taranis, piercing through him with their cruel tease.

"Yes... I... gods... your balls... are glorious... so huge..." Taranis brokenly babbled, his deranged mind unable to resist the sight, unable to process the immensity of Killer's virile power without generating submission and envy. Killer laughed at that, grinning to himself as Alexis seized one gigantic testicle, squeezing it adoringly as she idly hefted the heavy tank, smirking at the way Taranis gaped and swallowed, staring at the enormous testicle with pure awe.

"You... deserve the worship..." Taranis added, staring at the strong back of the liger before leaning in with a whimper, looking down breathlessly at the colossal black shaft as he half-climbed onto the bed, carefully going down on all fours, straddling the immense cock, careful not to even brush it without permission. He took a moment to groan in shock as he looked down at his member, the hard, pink dick looking so pathetic and so incredibly small, lost upon the obsidian background offered by Killer's shaft, uncountable times thicker and longer. "Your superior power... your superior cock... your body... I... must worship your glory..."

The bear whimpered weakly, closing his eyes as he was assaulted by the hot smell of crotch and sweat, almost crying with how thick and rich and bitter the scent was, its amazing strength overwhelming his senses as he moved under the liger's raised tail.

"I'll be generous... since you like them so much, I'll let you kiss my big all-male balls, bitch, just once." Killer teased, grinning to himself as Alexis purred and kissed his cheek, her hands massaging his powerful shoulder while the other goddesses began to lovingly lick at the powerful musculature of his broad back, tongue-bathing him with true adoration. Taranis whimpered at his words, but there was almost joy in the cry as the bear hurriedly leaned down to kiss one immense testicle, pushing his nose against the musky ball, shivering at the amazing strength of the masculine scent there, before his tongue slid out and slowly, worshipfully licked up the mighty slope.

Alcana snickered at the sight, and Taranis's eyes bulged open, his cheeks burning crimson as he pulled back rapidly... only to look longingly at the other enormous ball, leaning down to push his muzzle against it, kissing the enormous testicle and slowly rolling his tongue up and down the gigantic orb.

Killer growled in entertainment and pleasure, arching his back slightly and basking in the delicious triumph, feeling blissful and omnipotent as the god of war - ex god of war, I should say - helplessly drooled over his testicles, kissing and worshipping them. Taranis was clearly losing control, even hesitatingly gripping into the enormous testicle as he lapped at it hungrily, needingly, coating it in his drool, chasing after each drop of sweat to savor the virile, potent taste and scent of Killer's malehood.

It was Alcana that stopped the bear before the chore could become a pleasure for him, the dragoness gripping him roughly by the skull, squeezing hard enough to make the bone creak as she tore him backwards, away from the mighty balls. "Now, now, bitch-boy... you are unworthy of such task. Don't abuse of Master's generosity, and get to work." The goddess teased, grinning widely as she guided the bear's face against Killer's solid buttocks, rubbing his features against the firm muscle and pushing Taranis against the crack of the liger's anus. Killer let out a hot breath of pleasure as the bear began to lick his firm buttocks, cleaning them from the sweat and the dust, before pushing his muzzle against the crack of his anus, shoving his tongue up and down the liger's ass, moaning quietly as he rolled it over the tight rosebud, his eyes darting to the side to see his wife grinning while her hands worked to stroke Killer's immense black shaft.

"You are a natural, bitch... born to lick ass." Killer mercilessly taunted, grinning as he felt tears dripping on his buttocks as the bear lapped at his tailhole again and again, eyes shut and cheeks burning crimson with shame and embarrassment as he cried quietly yet worked as best he could to please his conqueror. Killer laughed and let his heavy tail drop down upon the bear when the goddesses finished licking it clean, Taranis groaning in despair even as his tongue began to make slower, long licks, his head forced this way and that, guided by Alcana's forceful hand as the goddess made sure to have her cuck doing a good job for their Master.

"Hey, arse-polisher... do you think Typhon and Thanathos are working together, or are they going their separate ways?" Killer asked after a moment, lifting his tail just enough to better hear the bear's answer.

Taranis hesitated for a moment, staring in a mix of horror and arousal at Killer's solid ass, shiny with his drool, before he whimpered: "I... I really don't know. They could be working together, but they might also hate each other's guts. Typhon definitely needed Hell to attack Heaven to have a chance to steer the Council's policies his way and to have an excuse to put his troops everywhere, so he could take control, make sure his enemies died in battle, beat back the demons and be hailed as a hero rather than denounced as a traitor.

In theory, Thanathos's support to Hell goes to Typhon's gain... but I'm pretty sure it is proving too effective for Typhon to really be grateful. Hell is winning the war, and this puts him in a nasty situation."

"That's true..." Killer idly agreed, nodding slightly as he rested his head on his arms, looking down at the floor while thinking back of how the war had evolved. Obviously, it had gone against Typhon's wishes at the Wall, when Killer had ensured that Vesta and many others could get away from the battlefield alive. But things had probably begun working against him a long time before that, when the RA had offered support to Hell's forces... a lot more support than Typhon had expected, for sure.

Killer turned to the side slightly, searching Alexis's eyes, and the queen nodded slightly, agreeing with him without the need to speak a single word.

Taranis's words only went to reinforce her idea about a hidden mastermind that had yet to be revealed. Very possibly a mortal mastermind; almost certainly the one leading the RA, since that organization tended to be found everywhere, benefiting from the events and shaping them with subtle, unfailing efficiency.

"Satan and many of the Demon Lords voted in favor of your coming to Heaven and were ready to support and train you in Hell, too... Satan all but hoped to have you leading a reconciliation effort, first within Heaven and then between it and Heaven. But it all fell apart when Hell's gains proved quicker and greater than anyone had expected, and the internal divisions and weaknesses of Heaven became evident... this can't have been Typhon's plan. Could it have been Thanathos's plan...? Maybe, but I can't imagine why he would want that." Vesta calmly reasoned, looking up from Killer's massive, corded shoulder that she had been slowly, lovingly licking clean. Alexis thought about it for a moment, but then calmly replied: "I believe the only party which is getting exactly what it wanted out of this war is the RA. If there really is a single, occult mastermind behind this whole mess, it must be the RA's leader, and its primary objective is to use this war to weaken both Hell and Heaven, keep them busy... and with them, bog down us all as well."

While they scout the universe for Anchors... Killer thought, and he knew that the goddesses were thinking exactly the same thing.

"Were you hunting for Anchors...?" Vesta asked, turning her glare onto Taranis, snorting disdainfully as she looked over his damaged body and his hard dick, which looked like a sad piece of skin when compared with the titanic black shaft resting like a python on the bed.

"A... Anchors...?" The bear mumbled, looking confused and frowning as he thought about what she might be thinking of. If he was acting, he was doing it extremely well... and it was very unlikely he could put together such a dissimulation effort at that point, with how badly damaged his mind was: whatever fight the god had had left in him at the start of the day, it was now all gone and forgotten, crushed out of existence under the weight of Killer's enormous balls.

Alexis, in fact, only let out a snort of amusement at the bear's blank stare and at his sincere attempt to understand and find the answer for his master. She barely spared a gaze for the crying slave, instead licking lovingly up the back of Killer's neck, lapping at the potent muscle and cleaning it inch after inch while her hands worked to massage the huge male, using a wet cloth to remove the drool and complete the ritual bath.

Taranis suddenly gaped, realizing something and immediately pulling his head up to stare at Vesta, eyes wide as he asked: "Anchors... you mean that your theory... is correct? The thing inside the Holy Tree was an anchor...?"

"That's the guess." The queen of Seraphims coldly replied, hiding the little bit of satisfaction it gave her to discover that even Taranis, who normally hated books and culture, deeming them a waste of time, had read her studies.

"And someone wants them destroyed...? But, if they do what you think they do, we'd all be destroyed!" Taranis exclaimed, shaking his head in denial. "It's insane! There's nothing to gain in breaking them, it would be suicide!"

Alexis and Killer traded a gaze, disappointment evident in their expressions. Taranis was sincere, there could be no doubt about it... and that meant he had played no part in the plot to destroy the Anchors. He knew nothing, and he would not be able to lead them any closer to the mastermind. For a moment, Killer had dared hoping, but the awakening was rude. Taranis loves conflict. He wants nothing more than being surrounded by endless war. Complete destruction is not attractive to him, as it merely means the show is over...

Killer sighed in frustration, closing his eyes for a moment and rubbing a hand over his eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure that came from the goddesses' hands massaging warm, perfumed oil onto his powerful back, until he muttered: "Do you think Typhon and Thanathos could be interested in the anchors? Are you aware of anything that suggests they are going after them?"

"Not at all. I never heard anything about the Anchors." The bear immediately replied, hurriedly shaking his head. "Typhon wants to sit on a throne and lord over the universe, not destroy it or turn it into a pile of ruins and corpses... I don't think he would ever consider damaging the Anchors, assuming he even knows about them. Thanathos likes to see things dead and broken, to savor the "artistry" of the final breath, as he likes to say... but I still cannot imagine him wanting to die along with the whole of Creation."

Yeah, I suppose it is hard to imagine someone so utterly bonkers to crave an apocalypse and a nasty death.

But all changes if they are aware, like Sikanjal, that there might be a way not just to survive the apocalypse, but to absorb all the energies released during the cataclysm. That completely changes the way you look at the matter. The question now is: do they know...?

"Well then... I don't think there is anything else you can be useful for, bitch-boy." Killer calmly stated, flexing his enormous musculature lightly as the goddesses finished rubbing the oil over his powerful back. Slowly, he turned around and sat up in the chaise-longue throne, his immense black shaft heavily flopping down from the seat, swinging with majestic force through the air, causing Taranis to whimper in fear.

Alcana seized her husband's head in her hand, forcing him closer to Killer's titanic shaft as she went down to her knees in front of the more-than-one-ton obelisk of potent fuckmeat, She reverently seized the monstrous member with both hands, hefting the huge head up until it was level with her face, her eyes glowing with cruel, mocking tease down at Taranis as she leaned forwards and planted a loving kiss over the fat, vast head, lapping at it hungrily, her tongue rolling over the large cumslit, spreading her drool all over Killer's black flesh. She sucked on the enormous tip, sealing her lips around it and suckling as hard as she could before pulling back until the cock came out of her jaws with a loud, wet pop, sending slobber exploding onto her features, messily smearing her makeup, only for her to greedily lean forwards again, opening her mouth even wider to try and suck him in deeper.

Taranis whimpered weakly as he stared at her greedy efforts, his eyes instinctively closing at each loud, wet pop as Alcana pulled back, drops of her slobber flying into his face as string of saliva began to dangle from Alcana's chin, others stretching between her throat and the massive head of Killer's cock as the black shaft began to powerfully throb, growing even thicker, swelling even larger as the already gigantic head grew fatter and its majestic rim more prominent, causing the dragoness to grunt in delight as she struggled to fit it into her mouth, even as her jaws loudly creaked.

Ira licked her lips and leaned in over Killer's thigh, her hands gripping into the monumental black shaft just behind the head, her hot breath washing out of her mouth as she began to rapidly stroke the enormous cock , up and down, rolling her hands around the astonishing girth as she smeared Alcana's drool all over the potent flesh, before shoving one drenched hand into Taranis's face, rubbing the slobber all over his features as the bear whined and tried to move backwards, away from that humiliation, his nose filling with the potent scent of Killer's virility as the cobra roughly rubbed the slobber over his eyes, into his nose, over his mouth. "Taste that, sissy-boy... doesn't it taste great?" Ira teased, pushing her fingers against his lips, pushing drool and masculine fluids all over them, grinning as the bear first shut his mouth, struggling against a growing desire, then slightly pushed his tongue out, groaning in need.

"It tastes... so strong... so powerful... so good..." The bear whimpered, tears rolling down his cheeks and mixing with the slobber as he licked slowly at Ira's palm, not because of an order, but because he truly couldn't help himself. And that was much worse.

"Yeah, bitch... this is the taste of unmatched virility!" Alcana exclaimed, grinning widely as she licked her lips, catching dangling strings of drool left after the gigantic black cock popped out of her mouth for the hundredth time,, the dragoness throwing her head back with a grunt of bliss as the still mostly-flaccid monster cock flopped heavily down on her breasts, the black titan filling up her cleavage and making even her huge breasts look small as she eagerly pushed her swells into its sides.

"Do you remember your dick vanishing between my boobs, disgusting sissy...?" Alcana cruelly teased, gazing sideways to Taranis while she crawled forwards one step, pushing the immense black cock up over her face, all the while hugging the endless shaft between her breasts. The bear gaped in shock, staring at how the female sensually slid her breasts up and down along the black python, grinding the front of her body against Killer's black flesh, at the same time pushing her features against the monstrous cock, the head of it resting on top of her head. The dragoness rubbed her cheek against the underside of the enormous member, her eyes glowing with lust as her tongue rolled over the thick flesh, her drool flowing thickly as she hungrily inhaled the rich scent of the male, a loud laughter coming from her as she exclaimed: "He makes ME disappear... he fucking smothers me under his cock... the weight of his shaft alone makes me drip like a fountain... This, this is what real power is, you crybaby!"

"I... I... am sorry..." Taranis babbled, looking shattered as he stared hungrily at the display, his eyes closing with a desperate groan as Ira and Alexis took positions on the sides of Killer and added their own glorious breasts to the pile, squeezing the almighty cock from all sides. "I... I cannot compare... I... there's nothing I can do..."

"Definitely no, bitch-boy...!" Alcana cackled, before gripping the gigantic head of Killer's cock with her hand, her large, heavy wedding ring well visible on her finger. It was a thick, bulky, heavy jewel, a ponderous work of art with chiseled figures of warriors battling around a red ruby... yet she lined her finger with Killer's vast cumslit, and Taranis gaped in awe as the dragoness hungrily teased: "Watch this, worthless sissy boy..."

She pushed her finger into the cumslit, the ring easily sliding into the vast hole, before she added a second finger for good measure, holding her breath as she looked on with amazement and delight, easily sinking her fingers in all the way to the knuckles.

Taranis gaped in front of that display, a small string of drool hanging from his lip as he breathlessly admired the way Alcana's fingers began to thrust rapidly in and out the vast hole, the dragoness twisting her digits inside the monstrous cock as her other hand seized into the thick shaft and jerked it hungrily.

The bear looked up in shock at Killer, expecting to see pain or at least worry on the huge male's face, but the titan only grunted in pleasure, throwing his head back with a low growl of bliss, taking such invasion with nothing but pleasure. "N-no way..." Taranis whimpered, only to gulp and shrink in his shoulders when Killer slowly turned to gaze down at him with entertainment. The bear let out a grunt of pain as strong hands gripped him by the ears and lifted him clear off the ground, Alexis bending down over him to grin into his face as she dropped him next to Alcana, mercilessly teasing: "What, bitch...? You thought that would hurt him? He's not made of weak crap like you and wannabe male bitches like you."

The goddess shoved Taranis's head close to Killer's cock, forcing the bear to watch from mere inches away at Alcana's fingers thrusting and twisting into the large hole, his nose burning with the amazing strength of Killer's virile scent and his eyes wide open as rich, thick precum began to leak out of the huge cumslit, drenching his wife's hand and streaking down her forearm.

"Kiss your precious wife... tell her how proud you are to see her serving as Killer's toy and whore." Alexis ordered, grinning predatorily as she easily guided the bear's muzzle towards Alcana's cheek. Taranis only cried out pathetically, not daring to fight back against the tremendous strength of the femme fatale and admittedly not even really wanting to. His lips touched Alcana's cheek and he kissed her, lovingly, with an affection he had never before shown for her, and that now only served to add even more to his pain and humiliation as it was welcomed with nothing but derision.

She tasted of him. She reeked of him. After licking his whole body clean and after polishing his balls and cock with her face, Alcana's features now carried Killer's potent, unmistakable scent, so thick that Taranis thought it would never, never go away. And, horribly, he discovered real pride in that awareness: she was only doing what was right, after all... such power deserved the worship. "I love you... Alcana... I love you and I love how are serving him. I'm... I'm so proud of you. Doing what every woman should do for him..."

The goddesses laughed, Alcana agreeing with a nod to her husband's statement as she slowly pulled her fingers out of the vast cumslit, licking her lips at how both digits came out completely saturated in thick, dense, potent precum which had also turned the bulky ring into a shapeless pile of rich masculine essence. Taranis shivered in disbelieving awe at the sight of enormous sperms moving in the pre, each beast-seed literally inches long, filling that thick fluid which glued Alcana's fingers together with such force that she struggled to spread them.

"This is just his pre... can you imagine what his actual cum is like...?" Alcana sensually said, holding her fingers up in front of the bear's eyes, showing him how thick, strong ropes of virile essence connected her digits, refusing to let them separate. She rolled her tongue over one finger, lapping up the thick precum, catching the majestic ropes upon her tongue and holding her mouth open wide for Taranis to stare at the pool of masculinity and sperms inside her jaw, savoring the rich load. She pushed her other drenched finger against his lips, displaying the confused shape of the wedding ring now completely encased in mighty precum, and she ordered: "Lick it up, suck my finger clean, bitch-boy."

The bear shivered, panting breathlessly and staring at the precum-drenched finger with something like terror, his nostrils flared as he choked on the rich, powerful scent of Killer's virility, his eyes bulging out and his heart racing painfully at the humiliation of having to lick Killer's potent pre off his wife's finger. And yet... yet a part of him felt that it had to be done, that it was in the natural order of things.

The bear leaned forwards and took a slow, gentle lick at Alcana's claw, polishing it from the thick layer of accumulated pre, scooping up a mouthful of the powerful essence... and he trembled, feeling the bitter, potent taste overwhelming his senses as he swallowed thickly, shivers running down his spine as he heard Killer snickering and the goddesses laughing. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he pushed onwards all the same, taking the goddess's finger and the larger ring into his mouth, his tongue licking slowly over both, cleaning them from the amazing amount of thick precum, feeling the slick but dense essence filling his throat, sticking to the walls of it and to his teeth, forcing him to savor its potent taste all the more as he whipped his tongue back and forth to try and swallow it down.

Alcana grinned in his face, surveying his struggle as she greedily lapped her other finger clean, and he begged her for forgiveness and mercy with his gaze... only to see her grinning widely as she took a loving lick right into the vast cumslit of Killer's gigantic cock.

Alexis laughed and finally let go of the bear's ears, shoving him roughly forwards, making him choke loudly as Alcana's finger sunk down into his throat, right down to the knuckle, while the blonde goddess walked around him and went down to her knees between Killer's legs.

The beautiful ligeress traded a smirk with Alcana and took hold of the gigantic black shaft, grinning hungrily as she played with Killer's vast cumslit, teasing the edge of the black hole, tracing it with the tip of her finger while licking the digits of her other hand, taking them into her mouth and soaking them with her drool.

Taranis's eyes were glued on her as she stroked the monstrous cock slowly and majestically while reaching up with her other hand, thrusting her wet fingers towards the mighty cumslit, which was only getting bigger along with the rest of the colossal cock as it grew and grew towards full, glorious erection.

Alexis slid first two, then three fingers inside the huge hole as her other hand stroked the immense shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive, enormous ridge of his cockhead, her fingers twisting and teasing the inside of his cock, massaging the enormous cum channel as thick, incandescent precum surged up through it, soaking her fingers, saturating her hand, streaking down her powerful arm even as she lapped the almighty, virile ambrosia up from her fingers. A thick, heavy, enormous rope of dense, sperms-rich precum began to dangle from the titanic cockhead, and Alcana looked at it hungrily before tearing her finger out of her husband's mouth, grinning as she found it clean and polished, shiny with drool.

Gaia immediately settled her heel upon Taranis's shoulder, crushing him down into the ground, pinning him back to the floor, face up to stare along the snow leopardess's long and muscular leg... and, nearby, to the enormous rope of precum that continued to grow longer and longer, stretching down towards him as more and more precum flowed out, making the string thicker and heavier. The almighty rope of precum dangled majestically in time with Alexis's strokes, and enormous sperms vigorously moved back and forth within the dense fluid, leaving Taranis staring in awe at the swelling globe of virility, stunned by how thick and rich it was, how full of gigantic sperms, how obscenely abundant. The enormous volume of just that absent-minded globule of precum was greater by far than the amount he could have cum in a week when at his peak, and the sight of such rampant virile power he couldn't help but shiver and shrink on himself. The bear gaped in fear, the enormous sperms grossing him out... and at the same time filling him with arousal. An awful, guilty, angry, humiliated and submissive kind of arousal, that had him thinking that his cum could have never survived a comparison with that deluge of virile precum. It was incomparably thicker and richer. And those titan sperms! A shiver ran down Taranis's spine, the bear swallowing in a mix of horror and fearful adoration at the thought of one of those mega sperms towering like a mountain over his seeds, dwarfing them into insignificance.

Bitter, hot tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to push the image out of his mind, but the awareness of his inferiority would never go away, no matter what... and worse still, there was an undeniable, sick pleasure coursing in his veins as he stared at Killer's overwhelming physical power. There was something delicious in being the weak loser near the titanic glory of Killer, much as it pained him to admit it. There was painful arousal in seeing just how much bigger and stronger everything about Killer was: Taranis felt like a young mortal boy blessed with the permission to lay his eyes upon a god of gods.

Alexis growled in delight as she read the inner conflict in Taranis's wide open eyes, the goddess's eyes glowing with pleasure as she lovingly played with the thick rope of pre, letting it settle upon her long, dexterous, forked tongue, twirling it around her tongue and around her fingers, loving how thick and rich and potent it was, how she could literally chew on Killer's unmatched virility, pulling the sticky, tough rope around and panting hungrily as it only got longer and thicker and richer.

The goddess teasingly suckled on the thick, long rope while she gazed down at Taranis's awed face, before she paused to bend down lower between Killer's legs, arching her back and throwing her head back as she opened her jaws wide, using her flexible tongue to guide the rope of precum straight down into her throat, swallowing a great length of the amazing string of arrogant masculine power... and after a few long moments she pulled slowly back down, making Taranis grunt in disbelieving shock as the rope dangled back and forth but came out still whole, now messily coated and mixed with her drool.

Taranis winced and turned his head to the side with a cry of shock and fear as the heavy rope swelled even further when another tidal wave of precum poured out of Killer's gigantic cock, the bear gaping and staring with wide eyes as the fat globe at the end of the heavy string now loomed mere inches above his face.

"These are games that can only be played with a real god... a male that makes all others look like baby girls..." Alcana mercilessly teased, sensually laying down on the floor and leaning forwards on her arms, her hot breath washing over Taranis's features as she pushed her muzzle near his, the bear swallowing as he stared at her tongue as it hungrily stretched out, the tip cradling the massive globe of potent precum.

The black bear shook his head in denial, whimpering prayers to his wife, but his voice did not leave his breathless throat and he could only gape in awe as the dragoness repeated Alexis's stunt, taking the huge rope into her throat and then loudly suckling and slurping messily over it, blowing bubbles in the slobber of pre and saliva as she slowly, reluctantly pulled back... until the arrogant rope of precum popped free of her jaws, the end of it sticking over her breasts, caking her vast cleavage as the long string dangled violently back and forth, another part of it sticking over Alexis's abs, then tying her breasts in a tangle of thick strings of virile fluid before drawing a wide white river over her face, clogging one eye closed and going past to divide her forehead in two and glue the bangs of her hair.

And still it did not break, causing Taranis to swallow in awe as Killer grinned in delight, growling lowly as he observed that new, delicious game, already loving it.

Vesta, Ira and the others continued to slowly, adoringly pump his enormous black shaft to life, their hands squeezing and massaging the girthy member as it swelled and bulged even greater in their grip, their fingers forced further and further apart by his awesome erection... and that eventually put a end to the game of the rope, as his gigantic cock throbbed hungrily and fired out a thick, massive volley of precum, the force of the eruption breaking the base of the string and sending it falling down.

It couldn't have been any more mind-breaking than so: Taranis stared in a mix of awe, guilty pleasure and disgust as the thick rope fell down over him, even as it still clung to Alexis on his left and to Alcana on his right, the easily 12 feet long string of thick virility splattering loudly over his face and chest and even down one of his legs. And at the same time, even more of the thick precum was arching up into the air, firing across the room even as Vesta turned around with a cackle of delighted hunger, jaws open wide and breasts offered as target as she leaned eagerly into the eruption, bathing in the potent nectar, her hands eagerly smearing the thick pre down her abs, then all over her thighs, hissing in delight as she ground handfuls of thick masculine fluid over the blossomed black labia of her sex, pushing loads of pre inside her passage.

"You are scared, bitch-boy..." Alcana observed, grinning in evil delight as she looked down into Taranis's eyes, seeing him tremble, reading the confusion, the shock, the disbelief in his eyes. "Try and be a brave little boy, because he's only getting started... we don't want you to die of heart attack even before he gets fully hard. You don't want to miss that sight." The dragoness laughed, turning her back to her husband as she dragged her tongue in a long, adoring lick up along the swelling, massive cum channel in the underside of Killer's monstrous black shaft, her hands hungrily gripping the sides of the immense member as she pumped it eagerly, grinning in delight as she admired the way the godlike beast swelled and grew and distended, casting its shadow over the goddesses kneeling before it in worship.

As her tongue reached the fat head of the gigantic cock, Alcana tilted her head to the side, licking sloppily all along the thick, massive ridge and then up the sensitive flange, her tongue then sliding hotly and wonderfully into the vast cumslit, a groan of delight escaping from her throat as she scooped up thick loads of potent precum, kissing the godly cock-mouth with absolute adoration. She leaned forwards, pushing her lips onto the thick cockhead, closing her eyes with a sigh of bliss and a deep, loud breath as she prepared for the complex enterprise ahead.

Taranis gulped in shock, staring at his wife as she forced her jaws open as wide as they could possibly go, the breath coming out of her nose in whistles as she cradled the massive member with her tongue, her cheeks bulging outwards almost comically as she struggled with his tremendous girth, pushing her head forwards as the titanic cock invaded her throat, causing her neck to visibly bulge outwards. Taranis tried to turn away from that painful, humiliating sight, but he couldn't resist more than a few seconds before moving his stare back as Alcana loudly choked and gagged, the color drained from the bear's cheeks as he stared at the immense shaft sinking deeper down into the female's throat, until the bulge became visible between her breasts as the godly cock invaded her stomach.

"No... no... this... cannot be true..." Taranis whimpered, shaking his head in shock and grabbing his ears, trying to seal out the wet noise of Alcana sucking and slurping on the immense shaft buried down her throat, his eyes fixed on how she bulged, on how tears streaked down her cheeks, on how drool and precum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, the slobber pattering heavily down onto her large breasts and onto the floor.

Alcana gave him the finger without even tearing her hand off the gigantic black shaft, and the other goddesses laughed of his pathetic protests only between a hungry lick and another, the females kissing and slurping the sides of the mammoth member, cradling it upon their chests as they made sure to lavish love and worship on each and every inch of cock that Alcana could not swallow.

"It is very true, bitch-boy... and it only gets better from here on." Killer said, growling his lust as he roughly seized Alcana's head in his strong hands, dragging her forwards to meet the mighty thrusts he began to lash out, his immense obsidian shaft throbbing with hunger and power as it swelled even further, stretching her from within as it grew up to full, glorious erection, causing her jaws to audibly creak.

Her hands gripped firmly into his legs, the dragoness bracing as best she could as the huge male began to saw his massive shaft in and out of her throat, grinning as thick blasts of precum messily mixed in with saliva erupted out of her mouth and even out of her nostrils as she gagged hard, shivers running down her spine while he rapidly built up a pace, fucking her face with brutal force, defiling her features with a thick, messy mask of slobber that stretched down in ropes to cover her great breasts as well.

The speed and the power of Killer's thrusts rapidly grew vicious, great splatters of mixed fluids raining loudly down on the floor as he gripped into the dragoness's skull with merciless hunger, burying his immense cock down as deep as it could go within her and brutally pounding her face. Taranis cried meekly, resting on all fours as he watched on in awe and literal fear, his ears filled with his wife's gurgles and helpless choking around that huge cock invading her maw, her body shaking but her head unable to move, held not just by his hands but by that absolute, dominating glare, by the power in the great god's eyes alone. Alcana helplessly gargled around the goliath member savaging her throat, feeling her jaw snapping as it thickened ever wider, feeling her neck bulging, unable to breathe around the massive member pistoning back and forth, the mammoth member punching down into her stomach. Alcana let out a breathless scream as her body suffered another orgasm, shaking with bliss as her hips bucked wildly and clear, hot juices squirted out of her in thick, rich volleys, her eyes bulging wide and fixed into his, in awe in front of his power, in adoration in front of him, as her hands clutched that huge, thick cock, bumping into the hands and breasts of the other girls as they worked together to stroke and worship the titan shaft. She tried to cry out, but every sound became a breathless, wet, thick coughing and gargling. She could only gaze up at him, as her body shook violently, her huge breasts bouncing with the force of the thrusts of the gigantic black cock down her maw.

Taranis cried, whimpering pleas of mercy as he stared at the brutal fucking, at the way Killer raped his precious wife's mouth, the bear trembling violently and feeling completely overwhelmed by the sheer bestial maleness of Killer...his testosterone-laden musk as thick and intimidating as the viscous, thick, excessive, overkill loads of pre-cum which exploded inside Alcana with obscene force, much of the wads overflowing back out of each fissure they could find, bursting out of the corners of her mouth when his cock tore backwards and erupting in thick ropes from her nostrils, covering her features with a messy, obscene coating of virile fluids and semen, heavy ropes of the slobber connecting with her breasts and dangling down from them.

With every passing moment, Taranis felt more and more subjugated. He felt weak, puny, useless and hopeless. And as he stared up at the huge liger, he felt like Killer was slowly growing even larger with each mighty piston of his cock into Alcana's mouth.

It took the bear quite a while to realize that it was actually his body that was growing weaker and shrinking smaller at alarming pace, as Killer absorbed his energies and crushed him into a more miserable state, while barely giving him a glance every now and then.

He looked down at himself in horror, staring at his musculature as it rapidly and inexorably deflated and vanished away, leaving him scrawny and weak like never before in his life. His strength vanished, along with what was left of his godly powers, and he stared in breathless horror as his dick shrunk rapidly, losing vigor and size, falling limp and becoming dead and irresponsive, even as he felt every bit as aroused as before. He drooled at the sight of Alcana sucking Killer off, but his penis was simply useless: no amount of desire could get it erect, and it only became smaller and smaller with each passing moment. His balls shrunk even faster, becoming sad and ridiculous, too tiny even for his new, scrawny form, looking like a sick joke of nature.

"W-what are you doing to me...?" The bear miserably whimpered, making a grimace as he heard his voice without recognizing it, with how girly and high pitched it now was.

Killer looked up briefly from Alcana's messy face, a grin cresting his lips as he surveyed the effects his mere presence was having on his newest plaything, loving how even a god like Taranis was falling prey to his power. Deep in the dungeon, nobody could hope to resist... but what surprised him the most was that he barely felt the flow of Taranis's energies into his body. They were making little difference to his potential, and that was actually incredibly impressive, because Taranis's energies had been very substantial, even after his defeat.

Before Killer could respond, Alexis did it for him, looking up from his cock and smirking down at Taranis as she teasingly explained: "He isn't doing anything... it is just that his virility has some pretty nasty effects on lesser males like you. It tends to be... just too much to bear, and the little strength you have is moving into his body. It is only right, isn't it...?" The femme fatale grinned, looking over the bear's miserable, depleted form. "It would be a waste to let you keep that little virility and energy you still had. They won't add much to Killer's power, but it'll still be a better use of those resources."

"Told you so." Vesta chirped in, grinning predatorily. "You will soon literally turn into the little pussy you are. Nobody needs you to play the part of male when Killer has the role covered."

Alcana looked up to Killer with a plea in her gaze, and Killer let go of her head, thrusting deep one last time before slowly, majestically pulling his goliath cock back out of her jaws, the immense shaft jumping up and slapping lightly into his chest when it tore free, sending thick splatters of precum everywhere as much more of the stuff deluged out of the dragoness's mouth as she coughed hard, using her tongue to catch and gently sever the many thick ropes of the slobber that still connected her depths to the huge cock.

She turned around slightly, looking down at her husband with a merciless smirk, and she observed: "He does not deserve the honor of getting a pussy for Master to destroy... he'd end up liking it far too much. I think a better punishment will be to let him keep that useless, disgusting little piece of flesh between his legs."

"That is delightfully cruel..." Killer amusedly commented, nodding slightly as he leisurely stroked his immense black shaft, looking down at Taranis as the bear stared with bulging eyes at the full glory of the titanic member, completely mesmerized by its brutal immensity. If the comparison had been humiliating before, now it was truly mind-shattering, as Killer's mammoth pillar of maleness was literally one hundred times longer and incomparably, monstrously thicker. That ebony tower of pure masculine omnipotence loomed over the bear, casting his whole, diminished body into hopeless impotence... and as if to underline that even further, an enormous blast of precum erupted out of the throbbing cock, splattering onto the bear and knocking him over like a toy, the enormous volley arching far past and across the room, splashing a thick river of virility over the marble floor.

Alcana grinned widely, nodding in agreement as she held up her ring finger and removed the large, heavy wedding ring, glaring at it with distaste as Taranis looked on in horror. "That will let us put this piece of crap ring to better use, too..." The dragoness said, smiling up at Killer as the huge male smirked and pumped a massive, heavy globe of potent precum out of his gigantic cock, letting the dense essence completely drench and encase the ring and Alcana's hand as she held the jewel right beneath his cumslit.

"No... no, no... what did he do to you...? Why do you do this...?" Taranis cried, staring at the dragoness as she slurped up the thick precum from her drenched hand, more of the thick fluid streaking down her arm while her energies and those contained in Killer's pre-semen melted the ring into nothing but a shapeless puddle of dark metal.

It took only a moment, though, for the liquid metal to shift shape again, the puddle splitting into three different gouts: one rapidly formed one thick, simple ring, while another became a small but sturdy padlock and the third took an elongated shape before turning into a dick cage.

Taranis shook his head violently, crying in fear and denial and scampering backwards hurriedly, only to bump into Ira's mighty leg, the cobra grinning viciously down at him, her powerful arms crossed and biceps bulging explosively. There was no getting away.

"Don't... don't do that to me... don't cage me up..." Taranis pleaded, dropping his head and kneeling before his wife, until the dragoness easily replied: "I sure won't."

The bear looked up with a sparkle of hope in his eyes, his lips attempting to crest into a smile of relief... but it was very short-lived, as Alcana kissed Killer's monstrous black cock while beckoning with her finger for him to stand up.

Taranis sighed miserably and did so, trembling in fear as he experienced near-mortal levels of energy: a fearsome and completely new experience, for a god. The horror increased when he saw that he had shrunk down so much that his face was level with Killer's heavy, ponderous balls.

Alcana pulled back from the giant cock with a wet, slurping pop, suckling on the moisture before glaring down at her husband, growling: "I sure am not going to touch that disgusting little thing. You will cage it up yourself, like a good bitch-boy."

She dropped the cage and the padlock, and Taranis hurried to catch the pieces, groaning in despair at how heavy they felt now that his godlike strength was gone, his body shivering uncontrollably, prey of sheer terror as he stared at Killer's enormous biceps, awestruck by the brutal contrast between his weakness and the liger's invincible, unbelievable strength.

"Show me someone who says size doesn't matter and I'll show you a liar...!" Vesta mocked, grinning in dark amusement as she moved her gaze from Killer's immense shaft to Taranis's puny stump of limp, impotent penis, just as the bear worked to fit his dick and his tiny, weak testicles through the imprisonment ring. It wasn't difficult, with how tiny and shriveled his virility was, and when he added the cage, his penis flopped into its prison with space to spare, making it all even more humiliating.

Taranis hesitated a moment when he put the padlock into the connection between the ring and the cage, staring at the small piece of metal, trembling at the thought of snapping it closed. It was almost like cutting his dick and balls away... perhaps worse, in some ways. He was under no illusion; there was no escaping the cage.

"What are you waiting for, bitch-boy...?" Gaia teased, and the bear whimpered and hurriedly clicked the padlock closed, his eyes shutting tightly as he attempted to fight back his tears, his fingers pulling the little key out of the padlock and offering it to Alcana.

The dragoness snagged it out of his hand with a contemptuous snort, looking at it idly for a moment before cruelly remarking: "Even the key is almost bigger than your dick, sissy-boy. That's how pitiful you are." She turned towards Killer, smiling at him lovingly as she held her palm out, offering the key as a sacrifice to him, causing Taranis to gape in shock and fear, whimpering at the thought of his victorious enemy owning him so completely.

Killer took the key - how puny and minuscule it looked, held between his thick, strong fingers! - and grinned down at the bear, asking calmly: "Who's got the key?"

"You, Master. You are in control. Always in control." The bear hurriedly replied, before wincing in terror as the huge male grinned and stuck the key inside his vast cumslit, making it disappear from sight... before he pulled it back out again, completely coated in thick precum.

"Open wide, bitch-boy." Killer commanded, and the bear could only obey, pushing out his tongue and staring up at the liger as the drenched key was placed straight on his tongue, before Alcana seized him by the skull and by the chin, forcing his mouth shut.

"Suck all that thick pre... feel what real maleness tastes like, bitch... and you'll better be careful not to swallow your precious key!" The dragoness teasingly growled, grinning in her husband's face before turning sideways, jaws open wide to welcome Killer's enormous member, her tongue dancing against the hard flesh as she sucked hungrily, slurping on the thick black meat.

Taranis could only stare, groaning miserably as he carefully pinned the key against his palate, doing his best not to swallow it even as the thick, custard-like precum, filled with huge sperms, dragged the piece of metal down into his throat like it had no weight. He was forced to struggle against those godly, titanic sperms, feeling them moving in his mouth and down his throat as he sucked loudly, noisily, gargling on the thick masculine essence, forced to savor Killer's potent taste in full.

The huge male liger snorted in amusement and derision at the sight, shaking his head slowly as he continued to leisurely thrust into Alcana's eager, boiling-hot mouth, the dragoness bobbing her head back and forth and sucking as hard as she could, slurping on the steel-hard flesh, pushing her head up into Killer's palm, like a kitten eager for his affection.

The liger growled hungrily as he looked down at the rivers of lust rolling down Alcana's legs, and he pulled his enormous cock out of her jaws, pumping out a massive load of precum right in her mouth, over her muzzle, into her eyes as she offered her face as target, tongue stretched out in craving, a loud murr of delight coming from her as the thick rope of potent fluid heavily settled over her features and on her tongue, a flood of his essence clogging up her throat.

Killer gripped roughly into her skull and hefted her up to her feet, the dragoness groaning slightly, her cheeks burning crimson with lust and a hint of pain, her eyes staring at him adoringly as his monstrous black shaft pressed against her abs, enormous and so incredibly, deliciously heavy. He grinned and guided her over to the nearby, long sofa, shoving her roughly to make her fall in the middle of it, the dragoness panting hotly as his massive form loomed over her, a veritable mountain of muscle and power and virility that casted her into his shadow.

She leaned back into the sofa, pulling her ass up and spreading her long, beautiful legs wide, offering him full sight over her soaked, dripping sex and her drenched little asshole, while juices of desire continued to leak out of her. "All yours... forever and ever... Yours to command. Yours to serve you in any and every way you'll wish of me. I'm yours, body, soul, mind, life. Yours." Alcana breathed, looking up at the enormous male with sheer adoration and trembling with a cry of bliss as he walked forwards and leaned his heavy, titanic cock over her, smothering her under his cock, the shaft covering her poor little pussy, resting upon her abs, parting her breasts and covering her whole face at once, making her feel small, vulnerable, owned, as juices squirted hotly out of her sex and her legs spasmed hard, while she did her best to lap and slurp at the gigantic member.

Alexis leaned down in the sofa at her side, snuggling against her and pulling her own legs up, offering her own soaked sex, idly playing with her folds, her fingers pushing in and coming out shiny with her desire ... and Ira did the same on the other side of Alcana, the cobra's eyes burning with need and tease as Killer growled in approval. Vesta climbed up onto the sofa, straddling Ira and pushing boob to boob, their wet, black labia kissing as the two goddesses ground into each other, the two females panting hotly as Vesta gripped firmly into the cobra's huge breasts, squishing the firm swells together before wrapping her lips over hers.

Alexis smirked in amusement at that, and she gripped into Gaia's shoulder and Diana's arm, pulling both females towards her, rolling elegantly off the sofa to shove down the goddess of Nature instead, the snow leopardess murring eagerly and spreading her legs when the femme fatale leaned down, their boiling hot groins joining together and their soaked labia squelching together delightfully, as Alexis squeezed Diana against her side, holding her by the skull and pushing her face into her huge breast as the much smaller black-furred tigress began to suckle one proud, large black nipple. Manticora sat down in the sofa and spread her legs with a wide grin, seizing Adrasthea by the horns and guiding the eager goddess against her dripping pussy, letting out a grunt of bliss as the dragokkaren pushed her large, long tongue over her hot, soaked folds and slurped up her juices, before pushing the tip into her.

Killer grunted in pleasure and approval, looking down at them as they eyes glowed with lust, with need, with eager submission, as his ears filled with the muffled cries of Taranis, his misery and pain only adding to his delight. The huge male landed one hand upon Alcana's strong abs, stroking down her toned abdomen until his fingers found her warm, welcoming wetness, rolling over her labia and immediately making her back arch, her breath washing out in a hot, needy pant... while his other hand rolled lovingly down the strong muscles of Alexis's back and then down one firm, perfect buttock. The femme fatale smiled at him lovingly from over her shoulder, gripping the back of the couch with both hands and bending down over Gaia, smothering her under her glorious breasts as she rose her ass in the air, legs spread wide, her black-fleshed sex in easy reach.

"Oh, yes..." Alexis breathed, grinning widely as Killer's hand immediately slid down to grip over her soaked sex, fingers sliding slowly and teasingly over the blossomed labia, while Gaia buried her face between her glorious breasts, kissing and slurping at the godly swells, while Diana suckled greedily at her nipple. The huge male smirked in bliss and domination, his other hand gliding down to Alcana's own sex, and the dragoness convulsed almost uncontrollably, almost climaxing right there as a loud moan escaped her lips... which turned into a scream of ecstasy as Killer buried two thick fingers inside her, right down to the knuckles, and two inside Alexis, beginning to twist and thrust them rapidly, viciously inside their sensitive, hungry passages. Drops of clear, pearly juice flew in every direction as his fingers squelched loudly into their wetness, their hot flesh clinging needingly to his digits as Alcana voiced loud cries and Alexis grinned, shutting her eyes in bliss and throwing her head backwards as her grip on the couch loudly cracked the solid hardwood structure.

Taranis stared at the scene in awe, gaping at the sight of Killer's complete, easy domination, shivering in envy and admiration as the huge male quickly worked both goddesses up to their climaxes, Alcana howling his name in bliss and Alexis snarling hungrily and shoving her hips back against his rapidly working fingers, as matching gushes and squirts of hot, delicious nectar exploded out of both females, pattering loudly on the marble floor and splattering up the male's arms all the way up to the shoulder.

Killer licked his lips with a growl of pleasure and entertainment, thrusting slowly with his hips to grind the underside of his goliath cock down over Alcana's hot, hungry body, while he drilled long, delicious orgasms out of the two goddesses, both groaning loudly in bliss ad flexing against his ravenously-moving fingers.

Finally, both females slumped a bit, shivering in delight and panting hotly while the last of their hot nectar rushed out, streaking down their legs when Killer pulled his thick fingers out of them, bringing them up to his mouth. The two females watched on with matching grins as the huge male licked first at one hand, then at the other, tasting Alexis's delight and savoring it, sucking one finger clean... before doing the same with the other hand, tasting Alcana's burning need, his eyes burning with lust and power as he gazed down at the two.

The huge male took a step backwards and spread his mighty legs a bit wider, seizing the base of his enormous member as he playfully slapped it down on Alcana's body, making her grunt as the gigantic shaft smashed into her with meaty, loud thuds, which turned to squelching sounds where his cock slammed into her blossomed labia.

Alcana eagerly spread her legs as wide as she could, panting in anticipation and closing her eyes with a groan of delight at each mighty strike, shivers of lust going down her spine as the gigantic cock slid slowly backwards, Killer guiding it towards her entrance.

"Hand the key to your wife." Killer calmly ordered, and Taranis let out a little, pathetic cry which was hard to interpret: it contained both fear and relief. The weak male carefully opened his mouth and let the key fall into his palm before he limped towards the couch, staring at Killer's enormous musculature with pure terror, giving the titan a wide berth, staying as far as he could from the talons of the liger, who could have stomped him into a crimson stain on the floor with zero effort, pretty much without even noticing.

He stretched one arm towards Alcana, offering the key while staring frightfully up at Killer, and he scampered backwards quickly as soon as the dragoness snatched the key out of his hand, the goddess snorting in contempt as she easily created a simple golden chain necklace, putting the key on it as a small trinket.

Taranis attempted to crawl away unnoticed, but Killer grinned in dark amusement, ordering:

"Spread your wife's slutty hole, bitch-boy... spread her wide for me. I need a lot of space, and she's so tight..." The liger cruelly teased the poor, miserable cuckold, causing Taranis to sob audibly as he reluctantly turned back, crawling again towards the huge male... and realizing with horror than he could have to move between Killer's mighty legs to obey.

The bear slowly crawled between Killer's massive, muscular legs, at every step of the way staring up at his heavy, colossal balls with fear in his eyes... terror of seeing those titanic testicles rushing down to crush him into the floor like a bug. And then he stared to the impossible, monstrous black shaft as it slid backwards, more, and more, and more, seeming to be endless in his brutal glory, until, finally, the fat, enormous head loomed over Alcana's tight pussy, dwarfing her vulnerable passage. "It's so thick... so huge... it... it can't fit..." The bear whimpered, and Killer smirked before sardonically replying: "You sure didn't prepare her well for this day, bitch-boy... she might as well be a virgin."

Alcana laughed darkly, but then grinned as she seductively remarked: "To be fair, every single hole feels virginal to you, with how huge you are..."

Killer nodded in agreement at that, smirking slightly as they looked down at Taranis as the bear tremblingly reached up with his hands to seize Alcana's groin, pushing out to the sides to spread her tight sex as widely open as he could. He got the labia to wetly part, her passage winking open and spreading welcomingly... but even before Killer snorted in derision, he knew it wasn't enough. It would never be enough for that monstrous invader, that mammoth cock looming over the tiny hole, like a brutal god ready to annihilate a doomed world.

"Don't be so dumb, bitch. Spread her for real... don't you want to help out your slutty wife be a good fucktoy for me...?" Killer cruelly taunted, leisurely stroking his gigantic cock in front of the bear's bulging, watering eyes, until Taranis dejectedly nodded and moved his fingers carefully into Alcana's sex, grunting at how incredibly hot and wet her passage proved to be. He wanted to explore her passage, he wanted to play with her folds, he craved to work his fingers in and out of her... but he could not dare doing anything, no matter how badly he needed to. That pussy was now owned by Killer, and Alcana's eyes were icy as she glared down at her husband, needing only a look to remind Taranis that his only task was to spread her wide for her master and owner.

The bear trembled and nodded, hooking his fingers inside her and pulling her vagina wide open, spreading it with vicious force as he almost growled out in rage and frustration: he did his best to hurt her, to punish her, to have his little revenge, gritting the few teeth left in his mouth as he forced her hot hole to gape widely.

Alcana was unfazed, however, only licking her lips eagerly and stroking her hands down the sides of Killer's massive, monstrous cockhead, the goddess tugging teasingly at the titanic shaft to urge the huge male on... and Taranis could only shiver in a mix of rage, horror and delight as a thick, enormous, intimidating load of precum leaked heavily down into the wide-open hole, a rope of virile essence which clung to the inner walls of the dragoness. For the bear, it was yet another defeat, another humiliation, as his attempts to hurt Alcana miserably failed, and all his pulling only made him look even more pathetic, since her vagina continued to look too small, too closed, too tight to ever be able to accommodate the titanic black cock of the god.

"Let me show you how it's done, bitch..." Killer cruelly teased, guiding his colossal black member against the open-wide hole, clogging it closed with just the very tip of his godly cockhead, the bear whimpering as his fingers were crushed between Alcana's muscles and the hard, invincible shaft. Taranis shrieked in pain and terror as the bones within his fingers loudly creaked, the bear biting his lower lip as he struggled to tear his hands out of Alcana before having them crushed into pulp by the monstrous black shaft, Killer and Alcana ignoring him entirely as she roared the liger's name and the god seized her by the legs as he rammed forwards with brutal power.

Alcana's scream of agony and ecstasy mixed with Taranis's shriek of fear and pain as Killer's gigantic cockhead smashed its way inside her, bulldozing her tight vagina savagely open, tearing her labia and flesh, blood spurting out of her and splattering on her husband's face as several of the bear's fingers were broken like breadsticks, crushed between the unforgiving, steel-harder cock and the dragoness's inner walls as they flexed hard, clenching on the gigantic invader, half-welcoming it and half trying to push its immense mass back out.

"So fucking tight..." Killer hissed, grinning predatorily as he looked down at Alcana, her back arching violently and her muscles bulging explosively as she flexed and threw her head back with a scream of amazement and pain, the cry turning into his name again as her hands gripped firmly into his powerful arms. "I was tight... yesterday! Not anymore!" The goddess blissfully growled, gritting her teeth as her features crested in a snarling grin, her legs kicking out at the air as her pelvis loudly creaked, every muscle in her form tensing and flexing as the gigantic invader filled her up like nothing else could, her vagina clenching hard as she lost herself into another orgasm, her hot juices washing down against his shaft and struggling to find a way out around his immense girth, adding to the pressure inside her.

"Oh, yes..." The huge male growled as he smashed his way forwards, stretching her viciously wide even as her vagina attempted to shove the invader backward, clenching and flexing hard upon his immense girth, her body's resistance only adding to his pleasure as he shoved firmly forwards, burying himself deeper inside her, forcefully tearing her defences apart.

Taranis could only stare in shock at the enormous black cock tearing his wife open wide, splitting her like a log as her passage spewed out rich squirts of pearly, hot nectar whenever Killer moved, until the huge male roared and leaned forwards, pushing Alcana's ankles back past her head as he pistoned his hips roughly forwards, his huge musculature bulging explosively as he tore his massive shaft more than three feet deeper down into her poor passage, another spurt of blood splattering on the bear's face as Alcana's abdomen visibly bulged and bloated with the intrusion, the goddess howling in agony and delight, lust and fear, bliss and pain, her body trembling uncontrollably as her blood burst out of her groin, mixing with the hot juices flooding out of her.

Alcana clawed into Killer's arms, bracing for dear life as the titan loomed over her, covering her with his massive form as he leaned forwards with a snarl, grasping her by the throat and slamming her head hard down into the sofa, the other hand squeezing savagely on a full, plump breast, pinning her down as he rammed his hips hard forwards again, burying more than one half of his monstrous shaft into her body, the dragoness shrieking again but nonetheless grinning triumphantly, savoring every moment, praising Killer for each unbelievable inch of masculine omnipotence that smashed its way inside her. She had dreamed of that moment countless times, and it was proving even better than her fantasies as she panted hard, rocking her hips eagerly back against him, impaling herself even as her bones creaked audibly, even as her abs distended, pushed outwards as her belly bulged obscenely, her eyes burning with lust and need as her expression begged for more, for harder, her shriek becoming a breathless, mute scream as his next thrust bulldozed her cervix and punished her womb, forcing the air out of her lungs as something loudly tore within her as the massive cock continued to invade her clenching sex, obliterating her vagina as Killer's claws sank into the flesh of her neck and into her large breast, drawing blood from the wounds as he hungrily licked her cheeks, savoring the tears streaking down from her excited, amazed eyes.

Taranis whimpered pathetically in front of such awe-inspiring display, his body shivering hard as he stared at the goliath cock, at how Alcana's hot, wet passage clamped down on the gargantuan shaft, her obliterated vagina stretched to the extreme and thus squeezing down like a vice, blood leaking and spurting out copiously as Killer slammed forwards hard and roared, sinking more of his immense length into her... before the bear cried out in agony as Killer's gigantic balls smashed heavily into his back, cracking his skull with their astounding mass, knocking him over as blood leaked out of his ears and nose, a crimson gout splattering out of his mouth as he collapsed forwards, crushed with his face between Alcana's buttocks, his mouth practically kissing her tailhole as his features were soaked in blood and hot female nectar.

Killer grinned hungrily as he slammed forwards again, blood spurting up onto his abs as he finally hilted into the dragoness, his heavy balls ramming into Taranis and crushing the bear into the couch and against Alcana's ass, the ex god of war reduced to a broken heap with no hope to budge the liger's colossal testicles. The behemoth roared in triumph, savoring the way Alcana shivered in delight under him and the terrified trembling of Taranis under his mega balls, the huge male grinning savagely down at her as he gyrated his hips, grinding his gigantic shaft against her inner walls, making her cry out in delight while his testicles crushed the bear, his warm blood soaking the liger's sack.

Killer laughed darkly as bones loudly creaked, the bear's skull shattering under the weight of his massive, impossible testicles, and his eyes glowed with lust and power as he glared down at Alcana, chocking her viciously with one strong hand while the other went down to grip into the bulge in her abdomen, squeezing hard on it so he could stroke his immense shaft right through her damaged body. And then Alcana screamed as she arched her back, eyes bulging and then rolling up in her head in a mix of ecstasy and agony as Killer slowly drew back, blood bursting out of her in a waterfall as several feet of his cock ripped their way out of her pussy, dragging her inner walls and labia out as they clung desperately to the giant girth savaging them.

Taranis found himself whimpering, eyes wide as he stared at the mind-shattering display, blinking as blood and juices splattered out onto his face, while he trembled like a leaf, unable to believe the sheer majesty of the dozens of inches of virile power coming out of her, Alcana's cry of pained bliss filling his ears and echoing inside his cracked skull.

And then Killer rammed his hips forwards again, the blood-soaked, steel-harder shaft ripping into her again, making her belly bulge and stretch and bloat visibly around his length as more of her life fluids dripped out, his enormous testicles slapping heavily into her thighs and smashing into Taranis like wrecking balls, beating him down into a pulp as the behemoth began to build up a potent rhythm, while Alcana's passage showered him in hot juices as it clenched with savage delight around Killer's massive shaft.

Killer snarled in pleasure, leaning down over Alcana, dominantly covering her as he grinned savagely, his eyes burning with power as he glared at her... and her eyes followed his, almost as if she was hypnotized, to stare at the massive bulge traveling up and down her abdomen, the goddess throwing her head back with a cry of ecstasy, groaning: "Holy... fuck... it's... unbelievable..." The behemoth slammed roughly into her, pounding her ruined pussy with savage force, the couch creaking and groaning loudly as the thick hardwood and even the steel frame cracked, the heavy piece of furniture screeching loudly against the marble floor as it slid backwards with each powerful piston, the goddesses purring in amusement and pleasure as even the weight of all their bodies failed to steady the coach.

Alcana's body shuddered hard, her toes spread and curling as her legs kicked lightly at the air, her hips bucking against him eagerly, her body moving in an uneven beat to meet his potent thrusts, tearing her throat raw with how loudly she screamed her delight, her voice echoing across the throne room and no doubt reaching the miserable, crying prisoners far down in the dungeon as her body almost visibly glowed with ecstasy, her cheeks burning crimson even as tears streaked down, her form writhing and grinding down into the sofa as her hands sought the bulge into her sore body, gripping into it, stroking and jerking at the gigantic cock she could so clearly feel under her own scales and muscles and flesh, a cry of bliss coming out of her gaping mouth as another orgasm struck her, a shiver rolling down her spine as tidal waves of pleasure raged through her form, her incandescent nectar exploding out of her, gushing out in thick jets around the massive shaft pounding with savage power into her sex, as Killer slammed down to the hilt into her body again and again and again, snarling like a beast of prey as his eyes glowed with lust, his pleasure only growing with the intensity of her release, with her juices squirting out around his massive girth, with Taranis sobbing and whimpering as he was crushed and battered by the heavy swings of the liger's massive testicles.

The bear groaned weakly as the immense testicles smashed into his back once more, grunting as he was crushed forwards into Alcana's ass, his muzzle pushing against her tender, tight hole and his tongue instinctively moving to lap at her rosebud, while his arms trembled violently as he grasped into the cracked hardwood structure of the couch, trying to brace himself and resist, not to be slammed into the solid frame again. He could hear his bones creaking and shattering each time the godlike balls rammed into him, his skull broken and blood leaking slowly down his back, his ears filled with the loud, meaty slaps and, much louder and stronger, the wet squelching of the immense shaft thrusting in and out of his wife, his eyes bulging widely as he stared at the pounding, only managing to tear his gaze away from the spectacle when he had to shake his head to force the blood and the orgasm juices out of his eyes, as more and more of the fluids rained and cascaded down on him. There was no shaking out Killer's thick, potent precum, however, as the dense, sperm-rich batter splattered heavily on his face, sealing his eyes closed, forcing him to use his tongue and his hands to lick and scoop up massive handfuls of pre-semen, moans of awe coming from his throat as he literally struggled to open his eyelids, as thick, strong ropes of precum glued them together, the strings feeling almost like chains that imprisoned him, holding his face close to the ruined vagina of the goddess he had once married.

It was fearsome, awe-inspiring, mind-shattering, to stare at Killer's immense cock tearing his wife's pussy apart, her moist flesh insanely stretched out around his impossible, vein-laced girth. Taranis felt the last of his pride crumble as he watched on, dumbfounded, as Killer ruined and reshaped the love of his life with one godly, savage thrust after the other, pounding her mercilessly, crushing her under his powerful, behemotic mass, using the power of his muscular legs to wreck her womb as the gigantic cock bulged out the dragoness's abdomen. As the pace continued to build up, growing faster and harder even through it already looked heavy and ferocious to his eyes, the bear swallowed thickly, grunting breathlessly as he was slammed into the couch, the hardwood smashing into his damaged ribs while his ears filled with the blissful moans of Alcana, as the goddess bucked eagerly against her new and only master, her passage clenching greedily on Killer's enormous member, milking him for every rich blast of precum.

Suddenly, Killer growled hungrily and took a step backwards, tearing himself out of her tight, gripping passage, his gigantic shaft drawing back out and letting more and more mixed juices gush out of her, until the goliath cockhead came out with a loud, wet pop, followed by a cascade of thick precum, blood and female nectar, as Alcana hissed in a mix of ecstasy, pain and need, shocked at how empty she suddenly felt, her sore body begging for Killer's return.

"This is how a royally-fucked pussy is supposed to look, bitch-boy..:" Killer teased, grinning widely as he moved back slightly, stroking his gigantic black cock and looking down at his handiwork and at the shocked, awestruck expression on the bear's face as Taranis stared at the gaping, devastated vagina. The bear swallowed nervously, unable to believe just how wide open her once-tight hole was, her stretched-out walls flexing and clenching slowly, attempting to close but failing to budge with how tremendously stretched they were, as Alcana let out a groan of delight and wonderment, throwing her head back and shivering hard. The darkness inside the ravaged passage was merciful, as it made it hard to see how deep that scary tunnel went, and she was literally crammed full with thick, potent precum that leaked out of her in a constant stream. Too dense, too rich, too potent, too filled up with massive sperms for Taranis to see through, even as he tremblingly leaned forwards, his muzzle looking small and puny with how wide she gaped, his nostrils flaring as he hungrily sniffed up the potent, godlike musk of Killer's virility, which almost completely drowned out Alcana's own scent, leaving her marked, owned, dominated, enslaved. Her asshole gaped wide as well, flexing weakly and attempting to close up, and the sight made Taranis's teeth rattle: Killer hadn't even touched her rosebud yet, but his cock had stretched her lower body so savagely that the once-tight hole now looked like a chasm, her groin made shiny by the mixture of juices soaking it. Killer could ruin a female's holes without even touching them directly... and that awareness drove another nail of submission into Taranis's brain. How could he ever hope to compete?

"Yeah, sniff it, bitch... get a good fill of cock smell, right that... how does that monster smell, huh...?" Alcana cruelly teased, one hand hungrily grasping Killer's titan shaft, her fingers squeezing eagerly into the steel-hard, blood and juices-soaked flesh as she jerked the massive head, teasing the thick ridge and making the liger growl in amused approval, until the bear whimpered: "It smells... so powerful... so strong... so good..." Alcana growled and nodded in approval, jerking Killer's monstrous black shaft greedily while her other hand gripped viciously into Taranis's bloody head, dragging him roughly forwards and forcing his muzzle into her gaping hole until it plunged into the thick fill of precum, the loud sniffing turning into a chocked snort as the bear's nostrils clogged up with thick masculine essence.

"Hear him drowning...!" Alexis amusedly exclaimed, grinning viciously before slowly licking her lips, her hips thrusting leisurely against Gaia's hungry lips and eager tongue, the snow leopardess working hard to worship and please her mistress's black-fleshed sex. Alcana laughed darkly along with the other goddesses, squeezing even harder into her husband's weak skull as she viciously shoved his head down, forcing his face into the thick precum filling her ruined hole, throwing her head back and shutting her eyes with a long murr of delight as she listened to the sloshing and gargling and choking and squelching coming from her vagina as she bear was shoved down into that dense sea of maleness.

"Drowned in thick bull precum, inside his hotwife's stretched-out pussy. Now, if that isn't glorious, I don't know what is..." Vesta playfully commented, turning to the side to enjoy the scene in full even as Ira continued to lean down over her, smothering her head with her large, beautiful breasts. The cobra snickered and turned around with a wide grin too, slowly licking her deadly fangs in appreciation.

Taranis, of course, was not given the mercy of death. His soul and consciousness were trapped within his new, weak body for eternal torture, death reduced to just a particularly sharp spike of agony and a temporary blackout of his senses, followed by an horrible, horrible awakening, with the full awareness of what had happened up to that point and with his airways and lungs already clogged up by thick precum and hot juices and blood... until he was mercilessly seized by a huge, strong hand that could only be Killer's, the large fingers almost hooking through bone and into his brain as they dragged him backwards and threw him unceremoniously to the side as Killer snorted steam from his nostrils, grinning hungrily as he pushed forwards once more, Alcana's hand eagerly guiding the massive cockhead against her gaping hole.

Taranis could only stare, dumbfounded, as the huge male liger slammed himself deep again, hilting himself in just a couple of powerful thrusts and pounding his wife for a few wondrous, amazing moments before tearing out again, the loud, wet pop of the cock tearing out of the ravaged hole slamming into the bear like a truck, cracking his mind and spirit some more. And then the titan black shaft speared into her again, stretching her hole out once more just as her muscles flexed and her walls attempted to clench closed, Alcana's scream of delight seeming to rattle the walls as Killer powerfully pile-drove his immensity into her, sawing himself in and out rapidly and then tearing out again, grinning as volleys of orgasmic nectar exploded upwards in a fountain, mixing with the thick precum deluging out of her. And before her release was over, Killer hilted himself into her once more, her sore and ravaged labia kissing his crotch as his enormous testicles slapped hard into her buttocks, making her whole body bounce a bit back against the damaged couch, her legs spasming uncontrollably as she panted breathlessly in ecstasy, before arching his back and shrieking his name, bucking hard back against his almighty thrusts as he rode out the last of her orgasm and pounded her right into another, his fangs gritted in a snarling grin as he flexed his enormous musculature and threw his head back with a low growl of pleasure and dominance, looking like a true, unstoppable god, an almighty and unquestionable force, seeming to dwarf the goddesses gathered before him on the couch, even though the actual difference in height was not great. It was the sheer power, the savage lust, the immense energy he radiated, and the way he easily controlled them all, that made all the difference.

Taranis was in awe of that power, burning with envy and shaking with fear, huddled up on the floor, eyes bulging wide as he stared at the immense male, at the immense black cock drilling orgasm after orgasm out of his wife, almost driving her insane with pleasure and need, until the bear gaped in shock as Killer's muscular back flexed and his flesh seemed to ripple for an instant, before massive black shapes pushed outwards and stretched high up into the air, whipping from side to side as they formed into gigantic tentacle-cocks.

The tentacles wasted no time, arching downwards to slid over the welcoming, hot bodies of the goddesses as they played between themselves, and the girls hungrily reached for them, licking the enormous members and squeezing them between their forms, before groaning in delight as the huge cocks pushed against their dripping sexes, and invaded their tight passages, stretching them savagely.

Taranis attempted to look away, but the wet, squelching sounds, the screams, the growls, were too much to ignore, too alluring to resist, and he found his eyes getting back to Killer's pistoning cock again and again and again. He cried in despair and denial, trying to shut his eyes and to cover his ears with his hands, but there was no escaping: the mental image of that godlike black cock demolishing his wife's womanhood replayed itself in vivid detail every time, making him sob, making him writhe in powerless rage... making him open his eyes wide to stare at the live action, drooling at the glorious display. He couldn't stop thinking about it; he couldn't stop staring. At first, each of Killer's mighty thrusts had sent burning waves of revulsion, anger, betrayal and hate washing through his body and soul. But that had been the easy part, as he could at least understand those feelings. He was horrified and tormented, instead, by the excitement that uncontrollably mounted within him in front of such a spectacle. The arousal grew, filling him with a painful, bitter mix of envy and veneration: a fearful, slavish worship of Killer's obscene power, of his evident supremacy. Yes, Killer was fucking his wife into a broken, mewling heap. And Taranis found himself admiring that. The behemoth male had conquered her utterly, brutally, breaking her into an eager, greedy slave, and yet he also had more than enough virile power to just as savagely pound the other goddesses into purring, happy, well-fucked heaps.

Soon, he found it impossible to even attempt to look away. He had to live every moment of that glorious spectacle, and he quickly began to silently cheer Killer on, telling himself that such power just had to be worshiped. It didn't take long for the bear to envy not just the huge male, but the goddesses who were allowed to touch him, to serve him, to take him inside their bodies.

"How... how dared I oppose you...?" Taranis babbled, swallowing thickly as he stared at the gigantic black shaft slamming powerfully deep inside Alcana, shaking his head slowly. "I never had a chance... How could I be so blind...? I should have dropped to my knees and worshipped the ground under your toes..."

"You didn't because you are a stupid, useless arsehole!" Alcana barked, grinning widely as she arched her back, shivering in bliss under Killer's pounding, her hands reaching up to stroke over his powerful chest, before she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing up against his massive frame and kissing his throat teasingly. "You should have known all along that you did not have a prayer."

"He sure gets it now!" Alexis amusedly remarked, even as she pushed her cheek tenderly against a massive black-fleshed tentacle which was thrusting leisurely up between her breasts and Gaia's, the snow leopardess grinning in amusement before pushing her tongue out again to kiss the large, cumslit on top of the tentacle, precum blasting thickly all over her features.

"I do, I do... I'm... a speck of dirt under your toe..." Taranis replied, curling up in shame and submission but continuing to stare upwards at the gigantic male, especially as Killer hungrily leaned down to kiss Alcana, his thick black tongue invading her mouth and wrestling her own down, while he bit teasingly at her lips, making her groan in bliss. "I wish I had a daughter... so I could lead her to you... show her what maleness is, and see her serve her only master..."

"Oh, yeah... another mind shattered." Adrasthea lustfully growled, reaching up to squeeze into the base of Killer's monstrous black cock, jerking him off rapidly, greedily, her hand soaking in the mixture of precum, blood and juices that drenched the thick hair on his crotch. "This cock truly is the scepter of power."

Killer snickered in lustful amusement at her words, growling as he opened his jaws wide and pulled slowly back from the kiss, Alcana choking loudly and messily around his black tongue as it thickened and swelled within her throat, pushing even deeper and moving rapidly and savagely, turning almost into a tentacle that pounded the goddess's mouth with godlike vigor, Alcana crying out loudly in bliss as she was split-roasted and toyed with, feeling the two colossal members buried into her rubbing into each other, her body reduced to a sleeve of hot meat for them.

Alcana coughed and gargled, her limbs trembling hard as Killer stood up tall, lifting her clear off the couch, her entire body weight unable to dip that monstrous, godlike shaft even in the slightest, his thrusts bouncing her whole form up and down his gigantic length while her drool leaked out of her stretched-open jaws, tears streaking down her cheeks but eyes glowing with delight as both her hands gripped into the tentacle-tongue and jerked on it needingly, her groans begging him to show no mercy, to pound her savagely, to take all he wanted from her.

And the behemoth male did not need any encouragement, his powerful arms moving under her spread-wide legs and wrapping tightly around her waist, dragging her viciously down to meet his brutal thrusts, growling like a feral beast as he rocked her up and down his immense length, his gigantic testicles smashing loudly into her buttocks as he forced his way into her depths, down to the hilt, ramming her again and again and again, roaring in domination and bliss as Alcana's sore, battered sex still attempted to clench around his fearsome girth, rivers of her nectar bursting out of her and cascading down to the floor, mixing with obscene loads of thick, potent precum that splattered heavily onto the marble floor, coating it with a dense layer of masculine might, as the mixed slobber of juices streaked down his legs and rolled down his enormous balls, drips and splatters firing in every direction, flying dozens of feet before their majestic weight brought them down. And more female nectar and blood and potent precum flooded out around the thick, gigantic tentacles as they forcefully pounded and twisted within the other goddesses, leaving their own holes stretched-out and overflowing with potent masculine batter.

Taranis could only stare at the unbelievable display, his presence forgotten and useless, not worth of any attention, not even worth insults; his body abandoned on the floor, to be completely caked over by Killer's potent precum cascading down from above as the liger continued to pound away with unrelenting, merciless rhythm and force. It went on and on and on, Killer seemingly only growing stronger and hungrier with each mind-breaking piston... until he finally tore his tentacle-tongue out of Alcana's mouth, covering her features in thick slobber as she coughed hard and raggedly, breathless and rasping as she tried to clear her throat from the thick precum she worked hard to swallow, to the very last drop. The tentacle pushed teasingly against her cheek, licking her tears up and then seeming to ripple slightly, until the shape of the tentacle morphed back to the potent, forked, demonic tongue, and it licked teasingly over her desecrated features, over her sore jaws, covering her in hot saliva while he tasted his own potent virility all over her scales. Alcana panted hard, breathlessly, breasts heaving rapidly as she groaned in bliss, leaning against Killer's teasing, dominant tongue, before she looked over her shoulder down at Taranis and purred: "I'm full of him... I smell of him. I taste of him... I'm his..."

Killer smirked and leaned his head against hers, looking down at the bear with cruel amusement, loving how the ex god of war just trembled, curled up on the floor and miserable as he stared up at the eyes of his master and mistress. The liger pushed a hand down on top of the vast, obscene bulge in her abdomen, stroking idly at his own immense cock through her stretched-out body, and Taranis's eyes followed the move with shock and awe, before the bear's ears flattened on his skull as Killer talked to Alcana: "This big, bulging belly gives me a good idea..."

The goddess of love missed a heartbeat at that, eyes going wide as she attempted to restrain a groan of awe and desire and craving, without much success. Her body trembled as a shiver of delight and anticipation rolled down her spine, pure bliss filling her at the thought of finally building a family that, she was sure, this time would make her happy and proud. "I'll bear as many children for you as you'll allow me to... please, Killer... fill me up to your heart's desire. Again, and again, and again..." She paused, arching her back with a cry of ecstasy before eagerly adding: "Chain me down on an altar, if you so wish... turn me into your cumdump. Fill me up with young, one pregnancy after the other... keep me as breeding stock, and I'll raise my daughters to serve their daddy and master, and bring them all to you... I'll teach them how to be good cocksleeves and good child-makers, so they can give you yet more fresh meat..."

Killer snickered at that sincere, worshipful promise, before hissing in dark pleasure as Alcana added: "Fill me up with children and then fuck them into pulp within me, if you so wish. I'll give all of my children to you, lick up their gore... push them down on your immense cock to be impaled, if you so wish..." Her voice was full of hunger, excitement and lust, and she never faltered. She meant every word she said... and knowing just how much she craved to be a mother, made her offer an even greater act of adoration and worship.

Killer was thankful for the way things worked in the supernatural realms, where pregnancies only happened if both lovers wanted them to. It was pretty handy for someone with the extreme, overkill virility he had. Even as a mortal, condoms had no hope of ever working with his size, his power, the sheer amount of cum he pumped out. Meds could not do much either... but with his growth in Heaven, with the unleashing of his godhood, things had become even more extreme: he would now impregnate females with even just the throw-away sperms in his piss. There was no infertile female for him, either, nor needed he to care about his partner's periods. He was basically unstoppable, his gigantic godlike sperms able to devour eggs or any other source of genetic material within a female to make her pregnant.

As a god, his fertility was limitless... but thankfully he had learned how to control himself. Above and beyond the laws of Heaven and Hell, he could restrain his semen from working. At the same time, he could make the opinion of his partner entirely pointless: he was stronger by far than the laws of Heaven, and if he wanted his victim pregnant, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

That control was a much needed feature, especially with the largesse with which he blessed the world with his cum, and with how his sperms could live possibly forever, full of vigor even when plastered up a wall, making them dangerous like beasts of prey, even years after Killer had blasted them out by taking a piss against a corner.

"What do you think, bitch-boy...? She sounds pretty eager!" Killer cruelly teased, grinning widely at the expression of shock and horror on Taranis's face as the bear's last bits of pride and territoriality attempted to fight back his submission.

"B-but... but she is... my wife..." The bear babbled, swallowing thickly before crying: "Please, no... please..."

"I'm not yours in any way or form, you disgusting teeny weeny wimp of a bitch-boy!" Alcana snarled, glaring at him from over her shoulder even as her strong body quivered and spasmed, her sex clenching hard once more as Killer kept pumping her at a powerful, majestic pace, a little smirk on his features as he sent rivers of her nectar streaking down his goliath shaft once more, making her cry out in ecstasy as she gripped into his mighty shoulders and curled up against his chest, head resting against his neck, eyes shut tightly as she trembled like a leaf, lost in the bliss of her latest climax. "I'm Killer's toy, Killer's whore, Killer's cum-dump, Killer's fuckmeat, Killer's slave, his obedient pet, his breeding stock, his pastime, his, his, his..." The goddess hungrily listed, kissing the huge male's neck and the massive, muscular shoulder until a grin spread wide on her features as Killer teased: "If you don't want your wife filled with my seed, why don't you stop me...?"

The goddesses laughed cruelly, cackling at the mere thought as the weak, mutilated bear slumped in despair, a bloody wreck that was just a speck of dust in front of Killer's monstrous power, until Diana licked her lips slowly, her eyes glinting with a malicious idea that caused her cheeks to burn crimson and her sex to drip with a wave of desire and anticipation. Alexis turned around slightly and gazed at the black furred tigress with entertainment, reading the thoughts in her mind with amused disbelief and leaning forwards to hungrily lick at the far smaller female's cheek, sensually growling: "Go ahead... tell them all what a good idea you just had..." Diana blushed as the other goddesses looked at her in surprise and with curiosity in their eyes, before she groaned in bliss as Alexis seized her by the hips and effortlessly hefted her up above her muzzle. Alexis grinned, licking her lips slowly as she gripped the massive tentacle that was pumping up into Diana's soaked, burning-hot vagina, slowly dragging it out of her and guiding it against her tiny but dilated tailhole instead. The enormous member eagerly slammed up into Diana, impaling her deep and sending a cry of delight and pain exploding out of the tigress's mouth, before the black-furred angel gaped as the tentacle-cock shoved in, burrowing deeper inside her soft body, her ruby eyes, meeting Alexis's sapphire as the femme fatale gazed up at her, easily explaining: "Such a good idea deserves a reward..."

Diana sighed in bliss as Alexis' long, dexterous demonic tongue pushed up into her gaping sex, the forked, powerful appendage lapping up the thick cascade of precum and assorted juices and blood leaking out of her, the flexible tongue rolling over her sore, devastated walls and making her groan in pure delight.

The black furred tigress smirked as she glared down at the terrified bear, her eyes glowing with malicious lust as she sensually explained: "That poor asshole there can't hope to fight back even your little toe... but if he wants to save his wife's womb, perhaps he can try and stop your sperms..."

"Fuck yeah, I like the sound of that..." Vesta cheerfully commented, and Ira licked her fangs in anticipation, flexing her powerful body eagerly and adding playfully: "If there is someone dumb enough to accept bets, I put my everything on the sperms."

"Turn him into your condom, master!" Manticora hungrily called, and Killer laughed darkly, gazing down at the trembling sack of meat on the floor, the bear whimpering incomprehensible prayers and begging with teary pup eyes to be spared, his body trembling violently as he was tormented by pure terror, scampering backwards every time Killer's massive body shifted ever so slightly. The poor thing still believed there could be an escape.

How wrong he was...

"Yeah, let's see how you do as condom. Perhaps you'll find your new meaning in life... but, silly me, it is far more likely that you'll end in tatters, like every rubber I ever tried." Killer teased, while an enormous tentacle-cock stretched out of his back and arched high into the air before lashing down like a beast of prey, wrapping around Taranis's neck and choking him with brutal force as it doubled over and shoved viciously into the bear's mouth, knocking his last few teeth loose and dislocating his lower jaw with a loud, sick, bloody crack.

The doomed bear trashed and howled in panic and agony, kicking as hard as he could at the massive black-fleshed tentacle but only getting Killer to chuckle in amusement, the puny blows feeling like just another kind of worship to his potent, virile members. Taranis was lifted easily up into the air, facing his wife's back as Killer continued to wreck her womb for a few more long moments, as Alcana braced to the behemoth's shoulders and threw her head back to grin invertedly up at her husband, letting him see her face contracting as she groaned her ecstasy and suffered through her delicious punishment of bliss and pain, sexual delight and destruction, tears falling from her eyes even as she licked her lips and then voiced her pleasure once more, shouting Killer's name. "How many times did you see me cum when I was your wife, for so many years...? How many times did you see me cum in a few hours as the disgusting little cuck you are born to be...?" Alcana cackled, grinning widely as she arched her back in bliss, her sweet, hot nectar rushing out of her once more, the count of her orgasms long lost as pleasure and need continued to burn within every inch of her body, her hips bucking disorderly and out of time but with infinite need and hunger, rushing down to meet Killer's powerful thrusts as he pistoned in and out of her with relentless, savage force. "Watch in awe, bitch-boy! This is how much more of a man he is!"

Taranis attempted to answer, but only a wet, loud, choking sound came out as the tentacle brutally fucked his face, blood spurting out of his broken muzzle as his lower jaw shattered into pieces of bone, cartilage and pulped flesh. But they could hear his thoughts, and they came out as a scream, mixed with the choking and gargling: "I see it, I see it... it... is glorious..."

Killer laughed darkly as he rode out Alcana's orgasm, pummeling her with long, mighty pistons, squeezing her tightly around the waist and sliding her up and down his immense length as the whole room rattled, echoing with the wet squelching of his cock burying itself to the hilt again and again, the loud tattoo of his heavy balls smashing up into her buttocks and ass literally intimidating as pussy juice and precum rained loudly down on the marble floor, a sea of mixed juices covering a large part of the room. Killer increased the rhythm of his thrusts and caused Alcana's voice to break, the goddess going silent as she screamed every last bit of air out of her lungs, her whole body stiffening even as it spasmed violently, her nectar exploding out of her in thick jets... before precum and juices flooded out in an imposing cascade, gushing thickly out as Killer lifted her high up and simultaneously pushed his hips back, tearing his immense black shaft out of her devastated hole, grunting in delight at the loud, wet, unbelievable slurping sound that came from his tremendous girth popping out of her abused hole.

The goliath shaft, harder than diamond, immediately sprung up and slapped Alcana in the back, juices flying everywhere as Killer eagerly seized his own gigantic cock, stroking his monster leisurely and smearing hot mixed juices all along the godlike member, while using his other arm to help the trembling goddess settle down upon his shaft, her legs straddling the monster and her incandescent, ruined vagina rubbing teasingly into the veiny, solid flesh as she leaned her forehead against his herculean chest and panted hard, trying to recover a degree of control over her still clenching passage, over her body as it burned with passion.

She turned around after a moment, gripping into handfuls of Killer's chest fur and mane and licking her lips in disbelieving delight as she passed one leg over the immense cock to spin around until she could lean her back against his chiseled abs, the dragoness slowly distending her leg and sensually running the sole of her foot down the seemingly infinite length, delighted by how her body weight left the godly shaft completely unfazed.

Killer's tentacle easily dragged Taranis forwards, the bear's eyes bulging out of his skull as he stared at Alcana with a prayer in his cock-deformed expression, but the dragoness only grinned wider as the liger seized Taranis by the thighs and suddenly pulled viciously out in the opposite directions, a snort of steam blowing out of his nostrils as he ripped both limbs off like they were pieces of a ragdoll, blood and gore spraying thickly out of the horrendous wounds as Taranis howled his despair around the thick tentacle buried all the way down into his stomach.

"A condom does not need legs..." Gaia mercilessly commented, grinning predatorily as she eagerly stretched out her tongue to catch some of the drops and splatters of blood that flew all the way to her, staining her spectacular body crimson, the snow leopardess drenched in juices as she held her legs up, spread wide, one of Killer's tentacles pumping powerfully in and out of her savagely stretched sex while Adrasthea licked and kissed at the torn, battered labia, working her way delightfully around the male's thrusting, enormous girth. One of Gaia's hands easily held Adrasthea by the back of the skull as the goddess of strategy hungrily slurped up the thick, rich moisture of hot female juices and super-thick, rich precum, and the goddess of Nature let out a low growl of pleasure and approval, before arching one eyebrow teasingly as with just one gaze she measured the bloody wreck Taranis had become, commenting: "It must be a pain for you, Killer... never a condom that fits. All proving to be many sizes short of requirement."

"Yeah... but I'd be lying if I said it did not have a funny and pleasant side to it that makes it the best problem to have." Killer easily replied, grinning widely as he guided his enormous black cock up against the bear's tight, virginal asshole, loving how Taranis trashed and trembled and uselessly struggled, the bear choking and gargling in despair as the immense girth of the liger's member began to press up against his ass, the very tip enough to annihilate the doomed hole as the tentacle let the bear's body weight press down onto the gigantic cock.

Killer seized the bear by the hips, his huge, strong hands constricting the weakened male's body and crushing it with delightful ease, the liger grinning at the sound and feel of crumbling wounds under his fingers, before his mighty biceps bulged as he viciously dragged the puny, damaged body down while brutally ramming forwards with his hips, his fearsome force driving almost four feet of his titanic tower of fuck-meat into the helpless, tight hole. Blood burst out in thick splatters from the devastated rosebud, the bear trashing helplessly and his eyes bulging so wide that they seemed about to burst out of the sockets, back arching violently as an ungodly, scary bulge deformed his abdomen, traveling up quickly towards his chest as his insides loudly tore apart, bones cracking and crumbling in that single life-changing thrust, as he was violated by the enormous black shaft, whatever was left of his sanity shattering like brittle glass as his body was viciously desecrated, as close to a ton of liger cock was forced inside of him in a bestial onslaught.

Taranis went stiff, unable to move as he was brutally impaled on the titanic girth, his body stretched and bloated obscenely out of shape as a nightmarish body-ruining bulge of unstoppable cock tore its way higher up on his form, the liger's shaft smashing through his feeble resistance and stretching him out truly like a cheap, several sizes too small condom doomed to rupture.

The bear's spine snapped like a twig as the gigantic black cock battered and tore its way inside, mangling and breaking his insides as Killer's brutal strength and monstrous immensity fucked through his organs and pushed his bones outwards until they cracked and shattered, blood and gore spurting out around the titanic girth as Killer laughed darkly and crushed the bloody, ruined body down into his own cock, his hands squeezing into his immense shaft through a thin, broken layer of Taranis's flesh and pulped organs.

The behemoth savored the delicious, well-known feel of sexual demolition inside, grinning hungrily and letting out a growl of bliss as pulped, torn ropes of guts spurted out in a bloody mess around the base of his as his hulking manhood as he demolished the god of war, re-shaping him, re-molding him, raping him so utterly and completely, turning the former god into nothing but a cheap, dangerously undersized cocksleeve, turning his entire existence into nothing but slavery to his immense black shaft.

The only, insignificant mercy given to Taranis was in being shattered so brutally and in being impaled so utterly by the immense girth: unable to move, with his head thrown back in a choking, gargling shriek, he was spared the terrible sight of Alcana eagerly smearing his blood and gore down the over six more feet of titanic cock.

"Fuck yeah..." Killer hungrily growled, licking his lips as his goliath cock bumped into his tentacle-cock as the flexible appendage continued to pound the bear's stomach, its powerful mass bulging out Taranis's neck as the two potent members rubbed teasingly together for a moment, causing a loud, sick squelching sounds as they squished the bear's guts into pulp between them.

Taranis couldn't even cry: the ungodly, thick precum caking his face so richly and sealing his eyes closed with burning-hot, stinging masculine fluid. He couldn't even scream, his lungs slowly, teasingly trapped between the two gigantic black cocks filling and dominating his body. Indescribable agony cursed through his devastated form as his lungs were slowly, inexorably ground between steel-hard fuck meat, the colossal members crushing his organs until they burst apart into thick splatters of blood and liquefied gore. He couldn't even choke and gargle, the wet squelching sounds coming from him now not a product of a stuffed throat and saliva, but coming from the liquid pulp, the vile mixture of blood, drool, vomit, squished organs as his insides were completely destroyed.

As long as he could, and it was for a very short time, he tried to fight back by hugging himself, squeezing down on his bulging, obscenely deformed body, his hands pushing as hard as they could against the enormous bulges stretching him out of shape, making the goddesses laugh with how puny and minuscule his sissy hands were compared to the enormous shapes ruining his body, his own mind overwhelmed with slavish, terrified awe of Killer's size, power, virility, dominance. The liger effortlessly ridiculed his efforts, smirking in dark amusement as he stopped thrusting, letting him struggle against the enormous cocks, snickering at the sight and feel of the bear desperately pushing at his own bulging body, shoving against the enormous cockheads through his own stretched and ruined form, all his efforts in vain as he miserably failed to even budge the massive cocks.

Killer waited for Taranis to push with all his strength against the enormous tentacle-cock buried down his throat, and when the bear writhed and exerted his maximum effort, the gigantic male snorted in contempt and easily thrust the massive tentacle deeper, burrowing its depth further down into the defeated god's chest cavity, before twisting the powerful appendage so that it nearly tore through the bear's front, bulging his torso out in a fearsome way. Taranis let out a choked, messy gargle and writhed as the sudden movement of the tentacle shoved his arms hard out of the way, shattering his bones in a series of loud, terrible cracks, pulverizing them like they were nothing but breadsticks.

Taranis's eyes bulged in shock and horror, staring at the useless, ruined arms as they flopped lifelessly down, before he looked up at Killer with a desperate prayer in his expression as the behemoth slowly, patronizingly took the sad, scrawny, broken arms in his strong hands.

"So frail..." Killer cruelly teased, grinning widely as the remaining pieces of bone audibly crumbled in his easy grip, before blood burst out in thick splatters as the liger effortlessly ripped the arms off Taranis's torso, the flesh standing no chance against his unforgiving strength, his enormous biceps barely tensing as he tore both limbs off, throwing one away with a dismissive snort... before flicking the other in his hand, turning it around so that he could slap Taranis's hard in the face, with what had once been his own hand.

"Yes, Master... yes..." Alcana breathed, shutting her eyes with a groan of ecstasy as the brutal display of power sent shivers of pure delight down her spine, her muscles flexing as she arched her back and bucked her hips eagerly, grinding her gaping, boiling-hot vagina over the immense black shaft as another orgasm erupted within her, sending warm, pearly nectar streaming down over the hard cock. "Such power... such strength... I so love watching you putting the bugs in their place..."

"I'm a bad influence on you girls..." Killer amusedly said, before flexing his enormous musculature with a grin of merciless lust as his massive tentacle slowly relaxed its stranglehold on Taranis's neck, just so that the huge appendage could tear its way back out of the bear's throat, pieces of cartilage and broken bone flying high into the air as gore and pieces of torn flesh clung to the enormous black cock, the muzzle of the bear falling apart as the engorged, huge head tore out, followed by a colossal gush of precum that exploded out of the overfilled body.

"We are all plenty bad even without your example..." Vesta breathed, grinning hungrily as she opened her jaws and stretched out her tongue to catch the thick splatters of precum raining down from above, bathing into the flood as best she could before turning towards Diana, smirking as she teased: "Well, perhaps the angel there is the exception."

The black furred tigress blushed, shrinking a bit into her shoulders as she was mentioned, but she continued to eagerly lap up sweat, blood, female nectar and thick, potent precum off Killer's heavy balls, kissing the enormous orbs before closing her eyes with a lustful smirk, countering: "I was an exception once, maybe... maybe never. I'd cum my soul out watching Killer crushing the universe under his balls."

"Holy fuck, babe... you are really getting into it." Ira hungrily commented, grinning as they all looked up at Killer as the huge male slamming his huge cock forwards again, to fill up the space just vacated by the tentacle, the goddesses growling in cruel delight as a literal flood of precum was forced out of the bear's broken face, along with pulped pieces of guts and crushed organs.

"Busted... this condom sure won't keep me from getting pregnant." Alcana amusedly commented, leaning forwards to drink up the thick precum, her eyes glowing down into Taranis's wide-open ones, before she grinned widely as she looked down at the bloody, ruined, horribly deformed body of the bear, stretched taunt over the massive black cock of Killer. Most of the immense length was still out of the "condom", but another thrust would have impaled the bitch completely, bursting the remains of the bear's head into nothing but cum-drenched pieces. "And it doesn't even reach your medial ring... not that I expected any different."

"Well, now it's on... and we shall see how long it takes to completely destroy it." Killer teased, hefting Alcana off his cock and throwing the goddess down on the marble floor, the female pulling her ass up into the air and spreading her legs eagerly, grunting as Killer seized her by the thighs and positioned himself at her gaping, abused entrance.

Killer pile-drove his immense shaft down into her, growling like a beast and throwing his head back as he savored the delightful, vicious tightness around his enormous girth as not one but two bodies were stretched out by his cock, blood mixing with sexual juices to form a wet, hot inferno of dark ecstasy. He let his head fall down on his chest again, eyes glowing with lust at the sight of Alcana completely and utterly impaled by his gigantic cock, her eyes open wide and hew jaws gaping as she screamed his name to the heavens, her claws tearing into the marble like into wet sand as she bucked up against his thrust, welcoming the amazing, overwhelming fullness, the blessing of his enormous shaft cramming her full of meat again.

Killer felt truly godlike, omnipotent as he wore a god as a condom and speared a goddess deep, turning her into a screaming, orgasming heap as he greedily dragged his shaft back out, tearing out of her only to slam down again, growling in delight at the amazing feel, the succulent, hot, blissful burrowing of his immensity into her tight, gripping passage as her battered, bloody labia stuck to his hard flesh, clinging to it needingly, sucking it in and refusing to let go. Killer built up his rhythm quickly and majestically, the room rattling violently and the marble floor cracking under the ferocious power of his pistons as he split her sublime, helpless body, forcing his way in and out of her over and over again... as he speared her quivering cunt, stretching it brutally, pounding down to the hilt again and again, his balls smashing into her buttocks and bruising her scales, sounding a loud tattoo that echoed across the dungeon.

For Killer and Alcana, it was dark, it was violent, it was delicious, it was a blackened but awesome paradise... but for Taranis, it was the most terrible of hells. He should have been dead, he should have been removed from that torture... but this was Killer's dungeon, and here Killer was the only law. There was no escaping the nightmare, the bear somehow living through the savage penetration, his body reduced to a broken, stretched-out cocksleeve as incomprehensibly enormous loads of viscous liger precum erupted within him, cramming, filling, soaking, drowning what insignificant space remained unoccupied within his mangled body. He was pretty sure the thick sperms had gone all the way up into his skull, in his brain. Or what was left of it, both literally and figuratively, as his body was completely annihilated, his psyche flooded by pain and suffering as he experienced drowning without even having lungs anymore: he found himself trapped into darkness, crushed between Killer's enormous shaft and the walls of his wife's sex, her folds clenching tightly and crushing him with amazing force, as he felt like the mixture of precum, female juices and blood would burn him into ashes. Pain stabbed viciously in what was left of his psyche as his flesh was ground into pulp, squished between Killer's hard cock and the battered, yet still strong folds of Alcana's ruined passage. The pain was unparalleled and uncontrollable. He couldn't tell where it began and where it ended, as what little was left of his head bumped hard into the bottom of Alcana's depths, her body flexing powerfully around him, her screams and groans and her rough breathing reaching him through her own body, muffled yet echoing through her ribcage, through her flesh and muscle.

Taranis was helplessly dragged back and forth, the remains of his body clinging pathetically to Killer's monstrous black shaft, his flesh tearing apart with every hard piston, his skull crumbling whenever the massive liger hilted his gargantuan member inside Alcana's depths. It was brutal, it was savage, it was sanity-shattering as the power and speed of Killer's shoves kept increasing, so much that the dragoness quivered under him, her feet kicking at the air as she was wrecked by a succession of mind-blowing releases, as every nerve, every sensitive spot along her abused, ruined and over-stretched passage was instantly overwhelmed by the vicious stampede of Killer's cock pounding in and out of her. Every glorious inch of the monstrous cock that forced its way past her silky labia gave her a new, overwhelming climax, her eyes shutting as she screamed in awe, each powerful orgasm coming with godlike intensity as the huge male savored his own pleasure, felt it mounting quickly, his own release building up as his heavy balls seemed to swell even larger, throbbing powerfully as they continued to slap into Alcana's buttocks and thighs with savage force.

The merciless, unstoppable tons of liger cock tore through Taranis's mind as easily as they forced their way through his body and into Alcana's tight passage, the pain in the bear's being indescribable and reserved for the deepest abysses of hell: he was dead and physically destroyed... and yet, he could still feel everything. And that everything was pain, poisoned with clouds of totally displaced, humiliated, slavish pleasure that he just could not deny: his once proud and mighty body was now in bloody tatters, the pulped remains literally leaking and bursting out of Alcana's sex whenever Killer's monstrous obsidian shaft tore backwards for a new, hard piston, and yet, even in the middle of that agony, the bear's mind praised Killer, worshiping his power.

The bear felt ashamed by how his body had been completely unable to accommodate even just half of the ruinous godlike cock, and Taranis felt a sort of adoration for the behemoth beast snorting his contempt from above, blowing steam from his nostrils as he pounded Alcana with predatory hunger.

It did not take long for the "condom" to break apart completely: pieces of unrecognizable, bloody gore leaked out of Alcana with the flood of her nectar and with the tide of Killer's thick precum, gushing out of her whenever his massive girth moved backwards to prepare another shove. The vile mixture of fluids and bloody remains splattered onto the cold, cracked marble, forming a vast puddle, but Killer paid no attention to it at all, instead leaning hungrily, territorially down over Alcana, covering her completely, casting her in his shadow as he worked himself up to the glorious release he felt building up, his pleasure growing and growing as his muscles bulged, body flexing in pure ecstasy.

He paid no attention even as the body of the terrified, insane bear reformed from the bloody pulp, the once dangerous god now reduced to a broken, ugly toy that could do nothing more but babble praise and worship for Killer, staring in awe at his wife's ruined sex being punished by the liger's powerful thrusts, the ruins of his mind trembling in time with the loud, wet, echoing slaps of the liger's balls into Alcana's ass.

The dragoness threw her head back with a roar of ecstasy, gritting her fangs and shutting her eyes as a groan of pained, uncontrollable bliss came from her throat, the female first trying to swallow it down and then letting it turn into delirious screams, chanting hungrily: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... fuck me, master... make me yours... fill me up... turn me into your slave..."

Her hot nectar squirted out of her once more, her juices spurting out in thick volleys as she rocked her hips back against Killer, eager and needy, wanting more, wanting it to never end, wanting him to not hold back as she felt his monstrous girth swelling even further, her bones creaking with how impossibly wide she was stretched out, her body burning with lust and passion and her hips working savagely back against him as he pounded into her over and over again.

"Since he's too fucking huge for you pathetic undersized condom to hold together, you'll have to suck his cum out of me if you don't want me pregnant, bitch..." Alcana darkly teased, her eyes flashing with predatory lust as she mocked Taranis with that impossible task: there was no salvation from Killer's enormous, unstoppable, super-fertile loads. Hell, it was impossible to deal with Killer's potent pre... there was nothing that the wrecked bear could do against the incoming loads of cum. "Hope you are hungry..."

Killer snarled in lust and grinned cruelly as he leaned down over her bent, submitted body, crushing her under his mass, his body weight, his strong hands pinning her against the cracked marble floor, her shoulders literally sinking in a widening crater in the hard stone as she stared upwards in awe and delight, savoring his rapid and violent movements as blood sprayed up from her savaged, ruined passage with every hard piston of the gigantic black shaft.

She trembled violently when the huge male arched his powerful back and roared in pleasure, his voice rattling the whole dungeon and silencing the distant lamentations of his defeated, broken enemies, terror and envy crushing the prisoners into silent, desperate sobbing in the dark, far corners of their cages, their pathetic bodies writhing uncontrollably as Killer's energy rippled through reality with unbearable force. He slammed to the hilt into her, grinding his enormous member against the torn, ravaged walls of her passage for a few long moments before he began to slam even in and out of her torn-apart vagina, even faster than before, grinning hungrily down at her as he seized her by the neck, throttling her with brutal force and slamming her down hard into the cracked floor, his other hand balling into a fist that ominously however above her chest. Her eyes stared at the huge hand with eager adoration, sapphire light burning in them as she panted breathlessly and impatiently craved for what she knew was coming, her claws tearing deep into the marble and legs trembling and kicking lightly at the air as she howled in delight and agony, her back arching and eyes bulging as she felt the liger's seed blasting into her, so much of the potent essence flooding her with that first volley alone that it bulged her abdomen out even as much of the thick cum washed back, spraying out of her sex with cannon-fire force as Killer's massive, monstrous shaft pounded deep into her again and again and again.

Taranis panicked as huge blasts of thick, potent cum erupted out of the ruined hole, spraying out around the liger's huge member whenever it tore its way backwards: the defeated, puny male leaned forwards as best he could, drowning into that virile flood as he followed Alcana's orders, swallowing down as much semen as he could, even though more and more continued to explode out of her, even as her belly bulged out with the immensity of Killer's second load, the dragoness howling in delight and need beneath him.

"Make me yours..." Alcana begged, and she closed her eyes with a growl of delight as she felt Killer's energies flooding her, the scales of her neck burning into ashes under his fingers as her collar began to take shape, as two thick rings of silvery metal wrapped tightly around her throat, choking her as metal spread between the two rings, forming a heavy choker.

Part of her coat of scales began to darken, her arms and long legs turning black, but leaving her face, throat, chest and abdomen golden. She continued to stare at his massive fist, praying him to strike even as his godlike orgasm continued, the huge male pumping her ruthlessly with his monstrous member as his testicles smashed savagely into Taranis and into her thighs, her form burning with pure pleasure as his massive form flexed and his muscles bulged with power.

"You are mine." Killer growled, and Alcana smiled widely as his fist fell down on her, smashing into her chest and crumbling her ribs, blood spraying up into his chest and painting his arm crimson as his hand tore through her firm breast and reached deep within her chest cavity, his fingers gripping firmly into her heart, the huge male savoring her strong mix of fear, ecstasy, pain and desire through the frantic beating of the organ in his hand, as he bore down into her with all of his brutal, savage strength, ravaging her body as he roared hungrily and pistoned powerfully down into her, flooding her with blast after colossal blast of his cum, her body swelling and trembling as the semen overfilled her, pushing her organs outwards and painfully pressing them against her bones, the ribs creaking loudly.

Alcana howled in agony and ecstasy alike as the huge male clenched her heart in his fist, crushing the organ into a crimson, warm pulp that soaked his hand and spurted up out of the wound... and Killer tore his hand back out of her damaged body, grinning down into her eyes as he slowly, hungrily licked the gore and blood off his palm, then off his fingers.

Alcana's body changed rapidly as a new heart, made of silvery metal, took shape inside her chest, her organs re-arranging within her as her skeleton formed a new, protective cage for them, before the wound in her chest rapidly healed, her breasts swelling larger and heavier yet sitting just as tall, firm and proud. Her toned but lithe body grew stronger and stronger, her musculature filling up and bulging out in spectacular definition, making her roar in awe and bliss as she flexed arms full of strength, biceps bulging explosively as she stared upwards at the massive and beautiful muscles in her thighs, the female admiring her own long legs as she felt new, fearsome power inside them.

Two long, segmented horns pushed up from her skull as the loose, long scales forming her hair became longer and softer, standing up to form a tall crest which also continued down the back of her skull, down her strong neck and all the way down the middle of her back. As she flexed, the soft scales turned rigid and deadly, like curved blades standing up from her scales.

The leathery membrane of her wings burst into dark flame and was quickly consumed out of existence, to be replaced by solid, large golden feathers, as hard and as sharp as blades. They made her wings almost angel-like, wasn't for the muscular, powerful root of them and the strong black-scaled structure. Her tail split into two at the end, and each tendril grew a long, brutal spike of bone, while solid, lethal ridges pushed out of the top of the tail, connecting with the hair coming down her back.

Her eyes burned sapphire as she roared in bliss, bucking her hips eagerly up to meet his savage, brutal thrusts, her fingers tearing into the stone floor like it was butter as she moved back against him in a hungry, uneven beat, unable to match his vicious rhythm but doing her best to meet his potent shoves as she flushed blissfully, somewhat ashamed as her nectar of delight exploded out of her once more, for the hundredth time... but it was too pleasant, the ecstasy too great to really care about a thing, as she shrieked wordlessly, eyes rolling up in her head as the massive cock continued to invade her tight, clenching sex, even as her passage nearly ripped itself with how hard it clenched on the enormous girth of his shaft as it continued to smash its way in and out of her, striking depths that sent flashes of light exploding in her vision, drool flying from her jaws and tears streaking down from her excited eyes.

She could feel his cock throbbing and swelling within her, she could feel each enormous cum-surge traveling up his godlike member as Killer continued to savagely pound her poor hole, each eruption of incandescent, thick cum cramming her insides with unstoppable testosterone-fueled power, mocking heaven and hell and ridiculing the defeated god of war, drowning him in thick semen, crushing him down into humiliating impotence. There was no force, no miracle in the universe that could stop Killer and save Alcana's womb from the raging white ocean of virility filling her up, as tsunamis of dense cum crashed within her with astonishing force, her muscular abdomen swelling as the semen completely flooded the insignificant space left inside her ravaged body.

Alcana screamed his name to the heavens as she was saturated entirely with uncountable armies of massive, godlike sperms that rampaged inside her. She could feel them, literally, moving within her and chasing, capturing and devouring her precious eggs, gang-banging them into annihilation as they all worked to impregnate her, making her laugh darkly as they completely ridiculed the efforts of Taranis, who meekly continued to lap and suck cum from her black-fleshed labia, making himself ridiculous as he was literally hosed in more cum than he could ever hope to swallow.

And Alcana's eyes glowed as Killer's muzzle almost touched hers, the huge male grinning down at her as her collar finished taking shape: the clasp at the front became a reproduction of the behemoth's hand, made of silvery alloy, tightly holding a live, beating heart. Metallic claws pierced into the beating organ, drawing small streaks of blood that fueled glowing crimson flames and tribal symbols decorating the heavy collar, and Taranis gaped in shock at the sight, feeling a sudden, painful emptiness in his chest, terror striking him as he realized that he was staring at his own heart. At his own dark future of endless slavery.

And there, resting in the goddess's spectacular cleavage, dangling from a simple chain necklace that connected with the collar, was also the small key to the lock of the cage that imprisoned the diminutive, pathetic remains of his virility.

The god of war Taranis was no more. "Bitch-boy" was all what remained.

Killer's godlike release seemed endless. It went on and on for a blissful eternity, but finally the huge male shoved Alcana down and tore himself back out of her, straightening up in all his great height, immense shaft ripping free of her ruined sex and the liger growling in lustful entertainment and pleasure as a deluge of potent seed gushed out of her sex, stained with crimson streaks of her blood. The goddess collapsed contentedly on the floor, letting her legs fall down as she trembled and panted breathlessly, licking her lips hungrily and tasting his virility and the blood that dripped even from her mouth, eyes glowing as she stared in awe at the steadily flowing river of seed cascading out of the wrecked hole that had once been her vagina, her whole body sore and bruised.

And yet Killer wasn't done, the behemoth looming over her with his huge member throbbing powerfully in front of himself, dripping blood and juices and cum as he pumped himself leisurely, sending further enormous blasts of cum firing out through the room, the thick seed splattering loudly down on her body, on her face, on the tongue she eagerly stretched out, on the breasts she pushed teasingly together and held out as target for him, as the other goddesses quickly moved down from the couch and laid down on the floor on either side of Alcana.

Vesta looked up into Killer's eyes even as she laid down on her abdomen, in the middle of the thick lake of blood, seed and juices covering the marble, the queen of seraphims dragging her tongue slowly and greedily through the thick puddle, licking up the mixture of blood, cum and other fluids. Ira instead gripped viciously into Taranis's skull and forced his face down into Alcana's gaping pussy, forcing the ruined male right into the flood of excess cum, ordering teasingly: "Hurry up, boy, hurry up...! His sperms are already hard at work! Suck it up hardcore, if you want to save your wife!"

Naturally, there was no "saving" her... And the other goddesses only grinned in cruel amusement as they huddled up together on the floor, looking up at their master, opening their mouths wide for his semen.

"Welcome to the fold." Alexis playfully said, wrapping one arm around Alcana's shoulders before their mouths met for a hungry, eager kiss made all the sweeter by the thick cum gluing their muzzles together as they bathed in the ongoing deluge of Killer's hot, potent cum.