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_I've finished another complex and important chapter, and fortunately in time for Christmas. Consider it my gift to you; to my few but invaluable readers. 2017 was a good year for Legend: many chapters written, a lot of steady progress. The end of the story is finally in sight, although it'll take quite a few chapters still. Don't know exactly how many because i'm horrible at making estimates. I hope to be able to keep this rhythm into 2018. _

_This is a long chapter, much longer than average, and its content gets pretty extreme in some scenes. I'm not setting it as "Extreme" because otherwise you might miss it due to your content filters, but it gets bloody. You are warned. _

_As always, enjoy the ride. And do leave comments! There is nothing more rewarding for a writer than getting to hear his readers' thoughts. _

Sekhmeth, divine personification of Destruction. A precious ally, an eager lover, a formidable force of annihilation. But what are the aims of the goddess whose name means...

Chapter 84 - The Mighty One

The Seraphims kept the secret about the return of God, even though it meant that any celebration and any discussion about it had to happen behind closed doors. It wasn't easy, but their loyalty and discipline was so complete that they managed to carry on with their daily activities without giving away any hint. Even so, Killer was under no illusion of being able to keep the secret for much longer: rumors had already started to circulate regardless, and the voices were rapidly growing louder as well as insistent. Thankfully, the return of Elelyon was welcomed by most people... and at the same time kind of ignored. There was happiness, there was some excitement and a lot of curiosity about what had happened to him, but nobody seemed to consider it a key event. Elelyon was right: he had been away for too long, and his world was no longer his. The Seraphims had all black wings and wore collars; most benevolents and angels had either grown accustomed to thinking of Killer as their Master and Protector or hated him and Elelyon almost in the same measure; Hell was at once enamored and terrified of Killer's tremendous strength and no longer was interested in anyone else. Most of Hell's army was composed of Insatiables and other Insatiables were taking up positions of power as Inquisitors and as commanders of key fortresses, and they were unfazed by Elelyon's return: they only ever had their Master in mind. Overall, the situation looked reassuringly manageable, to the point that Ira and Vesta were already planning out how to make an official announcement. There seemed little to no chance of anyone taking up arms to "restore Elelyon's throne" or, at the contrary, to punish God for his long absence. They expected no big disorder: some were going to celebrate, some others were going to just shrug and carry on. Killer's dominance was not in discussion and nobody appeared eager to raise any exception.

Even Elelyon was happy: he had pretty much expected to be hated and hunted down with pitchforks and torches due to his long absence and all the suffering and chaos it had caused. Being ignored was already a step up from that, and he was touched and genuinely surprised by the number of people that still remembered him with affection and were eager to give him a hearty welcome.

Elelyon had wanted to speak in private to everyone, and in general it had gone well enough. Even Vesta had not punched him in the face in the end, and that was saying something. The queen of Seraphims had

swallowed down her fury and kept her hands back, but she had told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of his "brilliant idea". She had accused him of cowardice over his choice, and her roar of frustration and disappointment had rattled the walls of the hall, but Elelyon had only bowed his head and accepted everything she said. He knew he deserved it. Killer had been waiting outside, and the angry roars of the goddess had made him wince, his body tensing as he listened to all other noises to judge whether he should intervene or not... but in the end, Vesta had apparently calmed down.

When she had finally walked out of the hall her expression had left him confused: her eyes still burned with rage, but there was also a glint of savage satisfaction in them and she was grinning slightly. She had dispelled her Seraphim armor as well, dissolving the plates and sending them back to her room. She came out of the hall wearing just a pair of skin-tight leather pants, her belt not even buckled, and a black tank top stretched out over her prodigious breasts, and the first thing she did was to walk right up to Killer, hugging him with love, with adoration, with hunger. She had pushed him back against the wall of the corridor and shamelessly ground her mighty quad between his legs, teasing the enormous bulge in his pants while she hurriedly fumbled with the waistband of her pants.

She had only breathed: "You are the only God. I shall never bow to any other." Then she had kissed him, hungrily, needingly, with passion, while she forced her pants down and then fumbled with his own belt and waistband, pulling out his enormous cock and grinding it against her incandescent, welcoming centre. He kissed her back with delight and hunger of his own, even though the door to the Hall was open and the corridor full of people, including Lemuel who watched on with an expression of such shock, confusion and curious, envious interest that Killer had struggled not to laugh for.

As he started to arrogantly harden and grow, his immense shaft pushing up between her legs, sticking out obscenely past her thighs and pointing like a spear at Elelyon in the distance, he had tried to convince her to move to another place, more intimate, but she was exactly where she wanted to be, and she only snorted and replied: "He is lucky we don't do it right on the couch next to his face."

Killer had admittedly not put up much of a struggle to try and dissuade her, instead grinning as she impatiently guided his gigantic shaft right to her entrance, grinning as she impaled herself on him while he was still only semi-hard, so she could savor each powerful throb and feel him swelling bigger and bigger within her. They fucked right there in the corridor, hard. She bounced up and down along his immense shaft with ferocious force, like she wanted to destroy herself, or at least some part of herself... and then he had turned around and had pinned her against the wall, pounding her with savage, glorious force. Every time the door opened, Elelyon was left to marvel at the violent, savage nature of their lovemaking, as Killer's colossal balls swung back and forth with arrogant supremacy, smashing into Vesta's buttocks hard enough to make her bounce, while his monstrous black shaft stretched her out to obscene proportions, and his virile fluids flooded out of her in splatters that dwarfed even the thick squirts of her nectar as she clawed into his back and bucked wildly, lost in loud, vociferous ecstasy.

At first, Killer had been sorry for Elelyon, but soon enough his feeling changed to one of satisfaction at the thought of God forced to watch on in awe as he fucked Vesta with all of his might, crushing her back into the wall hard enough to send cracks spreading through it as she sunk into the stone. He hoped that Elelyon truly did not have sexual hungers, because otherwise he was bound to have suffered... badly.

Later on, Vesta had told him that in her rage she had stripped out of her armor and had spread her wings, showing Elelyon the darkness that permeated them, then had stepped out of every last piece of clothing to show off her beauty, her perfection, even her sex, the black-fleshed labia pierced by two small golden rings and that passage that, she had explained with cruel glee, was now well and truly Killer-sized. She had displayed her tattoos to the god she had spent her life serving. For him and for his laws she had suffocated part of her personality; for him she had striven day after day after day for perfection, suppressing her own lusts and hungers. She had done so with a smile... but it had cost her. And now she knew that she had carried not only her burden, but Elelyon's own lusts had been reversed on her. And every time god had frowned at her behavior, at her choice of clothes, at her loud mouth, he had been a hypocrite. He was not the perfect example of measure and holiness that she believed.

The revelation of Elelyon's sin freed her of every bit of doubt and hesitation that still lingered within her. She had hugged him like a friend, still, and welcomed him back, and shed tears of relief at seeing him alive, but at the same time she had ground into his face the new goddess that she was and she wanted to be. She had angrily showed off for him, she had spread her pussy wide to show how it gaped, hungry for Killer, sized for Killer, owned by Him and him alone. Teasingly, angrily, mercilessly, she had showed him what he could never have. She had told him that she only had one god, and he wasn't that one.

Killer and Vesta took much longer than Elelyon to be done, and when they finally left the corridor, the doors to the great hall were closed, and god was inside, maybe resting, maybe thinking of his mistakes and regretting past choices, maybe listening intently to them... maybe all three. They had left without knocking or trying to find out in any way, their cheeks a bit flushed with a small hint of regret even as they laughed silently and held each other's hand.

Vesta had sought Vicky and had asked her to draw a new tattoo on her arm, a gothic writing that said "Killer is God; you won't bow before another". Despite the anger and the disappointment, she did not hate Elelyon; but for sure she no longer felt bound to him in any way, and whatever value she had attached up to that point to his role of Lord God was now shattered. Her love for Killer and her trust in him and his decisions, instead, was stronger than ever: they had talked about it in front of a cup of Gaia's tea, which managed to soothe what remained of her intense fury. She told him that Elelyon had been, finally, extremely honest about the whole thing. Lord God himself had praised Killer for taking the polar opposite road... and she had thanked him with all her heart for it.

Fortunately for Elelyon, the others goddesses had reacted somewhat more softly than Vesta. Killer took some time to talk to all of them, and their shock, disappointment and rage was evident, but they had been able to keep calm. They all saw Elelyon under a different light after his confession, but all of them agreed on one fact: Elelyon didn't matter much. They had already made their choice, and that revelation only confirmed one more time that it had been the right one.

One goddess had shrugged the confession of Elelyon off with little to no concern at all: Sekhmeth. She had spent a long time into the den, speaking to Elelyon, but she had walked out as serene as she had been before entering. She had been very interested in Killer's and Vesta's angry sex and had eagerly sucked his cock every time he pulled out of one of Vesta's holes to plow the other... but Vesta had been unwilling to share more than that, so in the end she had left, licking thick precum off her muzzle and teasing him about the arena and all the "fresh meat" waiting for him in there.

He had spent some time with Lemuel, who was horribly depressed by Elelyon's confession, which had come as a complete shock to him. Not even Gaia's tea could improve his mood, but when Killer finally convinced him to visit together the stables, things began to look up. The lion soon got too busy admiring the splendid fire horses and talking about their extraordinary abilities to moodily brood on the unpleasant reality. When Killer left, the blacksmith was fortunately much happier than before and distracted by a new and extremely dangerous project: discovering whether fire horses needed horseshoes, and whether he could be the one making them and fixing them to their hooves. Killer promised to help, genuinely curious and eager to refresh that part of his blacksmith training, but Ruin and Wrath hadn't appeared too thrilled.

His daughters, who had never met Elelyon before, left the den with a good opinion of the humble, kind god, but that was about it. They were glad he was alive, but they were happier for the fact that he had no intention of trying to take away any of their father's power. Mriya and Elaine would have torn Elelyon into shreds otherwise, without any hesitation or remorse. Overall, they were unimpressed and uninterested by the Creator.

Anubis, unsurprisingly, had walked into the den with a very different kind of emotion: unlike his sisters, he was truly eager to get to talk to the Creator of their corner of universe. The young male had spent a very long time inside the great room and he had walked out with a wide smile on his face. When Killer asked him about that meeting, Anubis enthusiastically said that there was much to be learnt from Elelyon's experience, despite the mistakes that punctuated it. The young liger and the reptilian divinity were very similar in many ways: both had a sincere love for the art of diplomacy and both believed that words could and should shape solutions. Killer had listened to his son with fascination, and although he continued to be a man of brawn and sword more than words, he was very happy and genuinely proud of the enthusiasm with which Anubis pursued dialogue.

Lucifer had come out of his meeting with Elelyon in a state almost of shock, for many good reasons. It took him a while to process all he had heard. Undoubtedly, Elelyon's confession had come as a complete surprise; while the god's sincere apologies had profoundly touched the fallen angel. Lucifer had begged for god's pardon before leaving, and Elelyon had granted it... and when the fallen angel told Killer of that part, his eyes filled with tears of joy and relief. The Great Rebellion was finally, after so long, well and truly over. So was Elelyon's reign, but that was secondary in Lucifer's vision: he had spent much of his time in Hell regretting his decisions, many things that he had done and many others that he hadn't. He had dreamed of a peaceful conclusion, and of a rekindling of his friendship with the god he had truly admired and loved... and his wish had been granted. He was at peace with the God of his past, and at the service of the God of his present and future. He couldn't have asked for more.

Killer, of course, knew Lucifer could have and wished to ask for more out of him, so he had smirked a little, but had otherwise said nothing. It was too easy to tease the fallen angel and make his face burn intense crimson.

Even Lilith and Satan had come out of their meeting with their "father" transfixed and overwhelmed by powerful emotions. Satan's overall feelings seemed to involve bitter regret, and for the first time not just due to how badly his plan had ended. Killer thought he spotted sincere sorrow within Satan's eyes even as the tiny, scrawny demon refused to respond to his questions and just cowered in the corner of his cold, uncomfortable cage in the sole of Lilith's boot. The slave-goddess was glad to spend time with Killer and answer to all his questions instead, and her lips curved in a sincere, if sad, smile when she talked of Elelyon. She said that he had pardoned her, and that he had recognized all his failings... and she, in turn, had begged his forgiveness for her own crimes. She had been, arguably, the mind behind the Great Rebellion: when discontent grew among the Trueborn angels because of God's choices, particularly regarding Typhon, she had been the first to abandon her father's ways. Her craving for power had had the best of her and she had started manipulating her brothers, fueling the rage that was swelling in their chests. She had exploited Lucifer's pride against him, convincing him that God was inexorably wrong in not listening to his advice; she had teased Malkira into thinking of a military solution to the problem; she had filled Asmodeus with excitement at the idea of becoming the ones who made all the decisions... and above all she used her body, her lust and her feminine arts to lure Satan in her net and to urge him on, to convince him that he had to depose Elelyon and take the throne for himself.

Some of that lust, some of that ambition had not been her own. God had sown the seeds of his own ruin, and they had rooted within her, and from her had spread into other hearts and souls. She had softly assured Killer that she felt no rancor against Elelyon for the darkness he had passed on into her: whatever the gravity of his crime, she had repaid him with even worse ones. She had no right to hold a grudge against him while seeking his pardon.

He had been impressed by Lilith's composure and by the kindness and serenity in her features and in her voice, and he was left amazed by the change that Elelyon seemed to have inspired in her. He was suddenly aware that he was getting to know Lilith the Seraphim, not the princess of Hell, and even Boadicea, who had been listening from a safe distance, pretending not to know that her mother was there at all, had eventually walked up to the table.

She had stood there for a few long moments, arms crossed on her chest and eyes glowing as she glared down at the mother who had tried to slaughter her as soon as she had been born... the same demoness who had destroyed her sister, and many other of her own daughters. Lilith had met that glare in silence, and had not sought to escape from it. Her eyes had just filled with tears, and her hand trembled violently, her claws tapping audibly against the hardwood. She had finally managed to cry out a desperate apology, and Killer had seen Boadicea swallowing thickly, torn between opposite and powerful feelings... but when he had gently squeezed her hand, the sharkess had turned towards him with an expression of fear, doubt, uncertainty and hope all at once. He had just nodded slightly, and she had grabbed a seat and joined them at the table.

He had spent some time with them as the two females mostly studied each other, finding no words, but when Lilith had dropped her head forwards with a loud sob and her tears had splashed on the table, Boadicea had sighed and reached over to wipe one drop off her cheek, asking: "Why?"

Lilith trembled as the weight of that single, devastating question fell on her shoulders, time seeming to freeze and Boadicea's voice, in that one word, seeming to echo endlessly between them.

There was no real or acceptable answer, and Killer sincerely didn't know whether things between mother and daughter could ever be fixed. Boadicea didn't left, however, but rather allowed Lilith to take one of her hands, squeezing it in both of hers... and he thought that Boadicea, child of rape, born in Hell, had truly a great heart. She had forgiven him, and perhaps she could even give her mother a second chance.

He had quietly slipped away after a while, leaving the two females free to find the words on their own... although the eyes tend to do the talking in moments like that. He was sure that it was going to take time and effort, and he was ready to help them every step of the way.

His first action was to confirm the greater freedom he had granted to Lilith to allow her to talk to Elelyon: she was still his Thrall and there was no changing that, but he had eased the pressure on her mind, giving her a chance to think without being wrecked by thoughts of him and uncontrollable, savage, self-destructive desire. He intended to put her to the test, seeing how she employed that little bit of extra freedom, since the beginning looked so promising.

Sekhmeth had waited for him all that time, although not very patiently. He had spotted her several times leaning against walls or sitting into armchairs, her muscular legs spread wide, her fingers gliding teasingly over her black fleshed labia, one hand unceremoniously pulling her leathers off to the side so she could show off her pink insides, soaked with desire. She had grinned at him, suckling on her drenched fingers, cleaning them one by one when he gazed towards her, making it hard for him to resist the temptation of just go with her.

The truth was that he adored the arena and he looked forwards to stepping into it once more. Sekhmeth's idea of training was a mix of worship and savage, brutal fighting. She was convinced that Vesta and Ira and Kimera were more than enough for teaching him in technique, moves, tactics and in the rudiments of magic and of the use of energies. She had never wanted to be involved in that part of his training, which she considered terribly boring... a judgment that Killer not so secretly shared, although with the awareness that, boring or not, it was still fundamental. The role that she had chosen for herself was, in her own words, that of mistress of the arena... and hunter of fresh meat. There was always going to be a phase of his training made of pure combat, obviously, but it was very difficult for Ira to plan that phase out in advance: she could spar with him and all the other goddesses had been sparring partners for him in multiple occasions, but for a more complete test they depended on the enemy and his moves.

Sekhmeth, thanks to some of her unique abilities, had solved that problem for them. For one, the lioness was incredibly powerful and able to literally wrestle many other gods into the dirt, chain them and bring them home on all fours like pet dogs. She was known to have done exactly that to the past gods of war, using them as toys... and complaining them about how disappointing they turned out being in the long run. More importantly still, she was also a capable trickster, able to play with the folds of reality to create traps and illusions and labyrinths. That latter ability made all the difference, because it allowed her to single out entire fleets of star battleships, gods and their disciples, imprisoning them into a maze of pocket dimensions. It required an immense amount of energy and concentration, so that she had to pick her preys with attention and then dispose of them as rapidly as possible. If she exhausted her energies, the folds of reality rapidly smoothed out back to their normal state, releasing everything they contained.

Up to that point, thankfully, it had never happened. Sekhmeth had been able to repeatedly ambush groups of hostile gods, trapping them inside a maze of pocket dimensions without them noticing until it was too late. Those mazes always had one and one only exit: a great door leading straight into the arena that she had built with her own hands by breaking an entire planet in half like it was a log, before digging a battleground into it. The resulting bowl offered a battleground that was more than three hundred-thousand kilometers in diameter, vast enough to give Killer and his "sparring partners" ample room for maneuver... most of the time, at least. Killer had already repeatedly outgrown the arena and grappled with enemies just as massive out in the cold expanse of space. An earlier, smaller planet-arena had been shattered like a model set in one of those battles, but it had merely left Sekhmeth delighted and eager for more.

It was an extremely effective form of training, and it was helping them thin out somewhat the immense Swarm of divinities, disciples and worshippers in arms that was forming up in a remote corner of the universe. Sekhmeth, however, was having more and more difficulties finding groups she could ambush: the news had traveled around, perhaps thanks to Lord Skyfall once more, and the fleets were all on high alarm. For a long while Sekhmeth had been able to single out single gods or small groups that traveled alone, not any friendlier to the rest of the Swarm than they would be to Killer, but now things were completely different. The fame of Killer's monstrous strength had spread and all other gods had formed an alliance, even if uneasy and awkward, to face him down as a single, unstoppable strike force. Trapping vast fleets traveling together was far more complicated and far riskier, and Sekhmeth had warned him that soon finding fresh meat could have become next to impossible without engaging a major battle in space.

Killer had been thrilled by the idea of simply charging headlong into an immense combined fleet, but common sense suggested avoiding that scenario for as long as they could, for obvious reasons.

Training in the arena was proving spectacularly effective: Sekhmeth was daring, vicious and reckless enough to demand he deliberately challenged what he perceived as the limits of his control. She pushed him towards using more and more of his power and of his abilities, experimenting with greater and greater feats of strength. Every time he aimed higher, and every time he ended up surpassing the target, and still his Seal refused to break. The arena was for him a place of delight, where he could indulge his darkest passions, satiate his most terrible hungers and show the terrible things he could do. In that solitary, supernatural battleground out in the cold expense of space he felt free to loosen the grip on the leash that restrained the monster that lurked inside him. Every time he embraced his beastly side he was amazed by his own strength: no matter how many gods Sekhmeth released from the labyrinth, they always looked too few and too frail. No one could stand against him even though he faced them in waves, wearing no armor and carrying no weapon. He ripped them apart one by one, defeating them no matter how hard they tried, no matter how they cooperated to hit him with their combined forces.

He did not just destroy and crush alien divinities out of existence, but he devoured them, absorbing their power and their knowledge, making them his own... and with a dark pleasure he didn't want to admit he was realizing just how puny those additions were. They vanished within him like drops in a vast ocean, and the more he absorbed the more insignificant they felt. It was a risky game in more ways than one, but Sekhmeth, somehow, had been able to make him feel comfortable with it. She claimed to be able to stop the fight and bring him back to reason if things got out of control, and somehow he believed her. He told himself that she could always seal him away into a maze of pocket dimensions if he lost control, and keep him there until he calmed down enough to regain consciousness and restraint... but more than once he had asked himself if she was truly strong enough to do that. Sure, she was incredibly powerful and there could be no doubt on that. She was also ancient and knew secrets that he still couldn't even begin to imagine... but he was starting to realize the true extent of his strength and he doubted she could hold him down if things went wrong. Curiously, the doubts only assaulted him when they were back in the Spire, or in Eaglenest or elsewhere: whenever he got close to the arena he only felt eager to go, go, go. He hadn't mentioned that aspect to Ira or any of the others who had accompanied him to keep an eye on the training session and make sure that Sekhmeth wasn't hiding something. He had talked with Alexis, of course, and while she had been worried by that detail she had eventually decided to keep it a secret. Killer needed that training and that invaluable experience: by now it was the only kind of training that was arduous enough to generate the results they wanted. They had put down that carefree, almost reckless eagerness purely to Killer's own violent hungers.

Sekhmeth rarely provided him with any advice during the fight, letting him free to make his choices as soon as the horde of angry divinities was released from the inter-dimensional prison. Every time she began by reverently undressing him, taking off his armor and his clothes, leaving him naked and glorious before guiding him to the stairs leading down to the battleground.

She never warned him about what to expect nor gave him a signal before unleashing the enemies she had previously piled up for him to use and abuse. She just opened their supernatural cage and then watched the spectacle from a royal terrace, shamelessly delighting in his strength and in his brutality, playing with herself as she admired his massive muscles, his terrifying power and his apparently endless growth. The apparent impossibility of forcing the last Seal to snap was something that gave her both excitement and irritation: she all but tugged impatiently on the damaged ethereal chain, trying to shatter it for the impatience of seeing his full potential unleashed. On the other hand, the fact that he could defeat and absorb so many gods and godlings and disciples and monsters and have room for even more delighted her to no end. At the end of every massacre the lioness always welcomed him on the royal terrace and had him lying down in her bed, covered in blood and gore and dust as he was, and she worshipfully sucked him off, ceaselessly pleasing him until he ordered her to stop, or change position, or tend to another part of his body. After sucking him to glorious, immense erection she stood up and slowly impaled herself on his gigantic black shaft, adding her own blood and her own juices to the obscene mess of filth and gore covering him. Sometimes he just crossed his arms behind his head and watched as she eagerly brutalized herself with his enormous member, squatting rapidly to move up and down along the colossal shaft, streaking his black meat with her blood and continuing to serve him until he ordered otherwise. Other times he took hold of her and pounded her with savage force, slamming her up and down his colossal cock and crushing her under his body until he was satisfied, leaving her a ruined, bloodied and exhausted wreck. But even in those cases the goddess of Destruction crawled to him again, thanking him and then licking and mouthing him clean, beginning with his enormous cock and then slowly cleaning his entire body, using nothing but her tongue. She delighted in the taste of his battle and sex sweat, she buried her face under his arms, she licked his toes clean, sucked the blood off his talons, swallowed even the sand and dust and dirt covering him and planted worshipful kisses all over his massive musculature. It was a long and delightful process, a ritual that celebrated his supremacy and helped him relax and process the energies reaped during the fight, breaking down the few spirits strong enough to try and rebel against him. Her worship, her servitude, her dedication made him all the stronger and her ministrations helped him cement his control over the new abilities and the new strength he unlocked in the arena. Even Ira hadn't been able to explain how that was possible, but she had grudgingly had to admit that the techniques of the goddess of Destruction worked perfectly well.

When she was done cleaning his glorious form with her tongue and her lips, she always ordered her handmaidens forwards and with their help she proceeded massaging his powerful body, rinsing him with soft sponges soaked in hot, scented water. Finally, they rubbed precious oils all over his massive muscles, and took care of his mane and of all and every wish he might express. Every visit to the arena was not simple training, but a ritual that celebrated his strength and helped it grow to even greater heights.

Killer closed his eyes and smirked as he walked leisurely down the monumental staircase leading to the sandy battleground down below, breathing blood and dust and death and sex in the air: the whole place was marked with the smell of destruction and with his own masculine, virile scent. The sloped walls of the arena had no stands and there was no crowd, but the air was nonetheless filled with energy and lust and anticipation as Sekhmeth and her handmaidens looked at him from the royal terrace. Ira had wanted to accompany him and stood guard on the same terrace, muscular arms crossed, eyes focused and senses alert... she still didn't completely trust Sekhmeth, but she shared with her the hunger of seeing Killer in action once more. The huge male idly rolled his shoulders, the chorded muscle bulging explosively and standing out in full definition while the whole arena seemed to tremble violently every time his feet settled down on a step, leaving deep footprints in the solid stone like it was nothing but wet sand. He carried Wyvern, easily balancing the monstrous sword on one shoulder, but he wasn't going to use her blade: like he had done in previous occasions he was going to stab it down in the middle of the arena, buried almost to the hilt, just to claim the battleground as his own. He had never needed to rush to her hilt and pull it out, but amusingly enough several other gods, dripping blood all over and desperate after uselessly breaking their weapons, their fists and their powers against his seemingly invulnerable body, had stupidly ran for her and gripped the handle. Wyvern didn't like being touched by lesser beings. She had all but incinerated several with angry discharges of her and Killer's mixed energies. Other creatures, stronger and more durable, had resisted those assaults and had attempted to yank the sword out of the stone, only to discover in shock just how heavy and massive it was. Killer always allowed them to try, then quickly dispatched them... and he wondered who was going to try this time around.

Energy crackled violently around him as he stepped forwards, his body flexing, muscles bulging explosively across his frame: in the space of a single step, he grew enormously, more than doubling in height, his lips crested in a smirk as he snorted steam out of his nostrils, enjoying the sense of freedom that the arena gave him. Here he could indulge. Here he could vent his power and satiate his hungers. He moved down another step and again he grew, towering more than sixty feet tall now, his weight and power causing the arena beneath him to crack, crushing down the stone steps as his feet tore into them like through paper before he growled in entertainment as his musculature continued to increase for a moment more than his height, veins bulging out in full definition as his already massive bulk increased. Power radiated from him in incandescent waves as his musculature stretched his hide of skin and fur tight, and when his eyes opened they glowed solid, cold sapphire. There had been a time in which growing to such proportions would have brought to the surface his demonic horns and other manifestations of his darkness, but that felt like a different and ancient era altogether. What had once been so complex was now a mere relief: the truth was that it took Killer a lot of restraint to keep himself "just" over twenty-two feet tall. At first, he had literally had to concentrate on shrinking himself down constantly, and any loss of focus had him growing towards far greater proportions. With time it had become so natural that he did it completely unconsciously, without any need to think about it. But the fact remained: Killer deliberately kept himself "small" because it was much more comfortable for daily life, but his true sizes, the ones his body naturally favored, were immense and ranged in the thousands of feet. Many gods were thirty feet tall or less; other, more powerful, could be hundreds of feet tall. Killer could have easily dwarfed them all, but he liked to start off small and give them some false hopes. They proved more entertaining when they thought they had a chance to survive, after all.

His titanic black shaft slapped lightly into his powerful quads with every step he moved, the mammoth cock swinging ponderously back and forth in front of huge balls throbbing with power, their masculine reek making the air hot and thick as steak, overpowering senses and burning minds; forcing even gods on their knees. Even while still completely flaccid, the monstrous member pulsed powerfully, slimy with the drool of Sekhmeth who had hungrily kissed it, lapped along it and taken it in her mouth for few long moments, savoring the mighty taste of his meat.

His muscular body flexed with terrifying physical strength, veins bulging across the mountains of bulk and virile male dominance that composed his glorious form. He wore no armor but that didn't mean he was vulnerable: as a young mortal he had been able to shrug off small arms fire like summer rain, and growing older he had become so strong than even high caliber weapons failed to do much more than scratches. Now very few things could hurt him, and he had discovered that many gods simply didn't have enough strength to cut into him: blades dented or even shattered; magic bounced harmlessly off him and energy-based attacks tended to only feed him and give him even more strength. The battles in the arena were always vicious, however, and could last for days on end. With so many enemies desperately hacking away at him he eventually ended up badly wounded all over, but every time he was able to resist to more attacks and for longer than before. And after the battle his body was able to quickly regenerate, so effectively that the majority of his wounds vanished without leaving behind any hint of scar.

Taranis had thought himself a perfect war machine, able as he was to take pleasure from the pain and only grow stronger the more a fight grew on, but Killer far outdid him. Killer wasn't quite as sadomasochistic, but on the other hand he absorbed energies and strength and knowledge from every enemy he struck, and with every kill his force increased, his regeneration speeded up, his hunger grew even more terrible. His lust for battle served as fuel for his body, making him stronger and deadlier the more excited and angry he grew. He could devour energies from almost anything around him to replenish his reserves and add force to his attacks, and that made him the most fearsome of adversaries. Sekhmeth had built her arena on a lifeless, barrel and inhospitable planet not out of concern for the lives of mortals, but because she wanted to place to have nothing to offer to Killer. No plants, no life, no vegetation, only dust and stone and toxic, freezing gas in place of an atmosphere. The planet moodily sailed across space on a long elliptic orbit around a distant, cold star that generated almost no light and failed to provide any heat at all, and darkness ruled almost supreme in the sky. Very few stars managed to glitter weakly through the immense, semi-solid atmosphere of toxic gas, which was dense with ice and weighted upon the world like a blanket made of steel plates. She had deliberately chosen that dead system and barren planet to ensure that Killer had little to no external sources of energy to drain, other than the enemies he would face... yet he had been able to absorb energy even from that cold ball of rock and even from the distant stars.

The planet she had turned into an arena was a literal inferno; so hostile to any form of life that it seemed to have a mind of its own, stubbornly determined to kill in any and every possible way. Its gravity force was monstrous due to the exceptionally vast and dense core being made of metals, made incandescent by the pressure. The first time Killer had visited he had not been ready for such a punishing gravitational pull, and for the first two days he had walked bent forwards, feeling like he was carrying planets upon his shoulders. He had dragged his feet behind him and each step had been a torture, but fortunately the gods that Sekhmeth had captured to serve as sparring partners were just as viciously affected by that force, and he had rapidly torn them apart. There had been some exceptions, however, with alien gods coming from other planets with terrifying gravity forces: those had been a real challenge because they moved far faster than Killer and could dance all around him, easily avoiding his strikes.

It had been humiliating and painful, being almost unable to turn around to face enemies that stabbed and smashed into his back and laughed with cruel glee... but still he endured. As much as they tried, those gods were unable to strike him down and as they grew tired Killer finally managed to catch them, one by one, tearing them apart limb by limb.

He won those first few battles out of sheer endurance and regeneration, literally tanking more damage than the enemies could dish out, and all the while growing faster and more agile. The humiliation and the pain were both good masters, especially for someone as prideful as Killer: he just couldn't accept that other gods could do better than him, and laugh of him as they effortlessly avoided his slow movements while he was powerless against theirs. Killer had to adapt quickly if he wanted to survive, and adapt he did: his musculature had hardened and expanded and grown so exceptionally powerful to defeat the gravity force. After three days he was running at one hundred miles an hour despite the best attempts of the planet to stop him, and after five days he could fly again. Within two weeks he was running laps around the arena at hypersonic speeds and soon after that they were back to square one, with the super-gravity no longer fazing him at all. The arena lasted a bit longer as gym, at least: the monstrous gravity pull made any and every thing hundreds of times heavier, so they could finally provide him with dumbbells and barbells which strained his force. Even that had come to an end, however, with Killer's strength growing so much that Sekhmeth was forced to admit that, even with the super gravity, there was simply not enough weight to give him a work out. Obviously, the full effect of that training only became evident when he returned home, where gravity was insignificant in comparison, leaving him hundreds of times faster and stronger, so much so that for the first week or so he had been unable to control his movements: his mind thought of walking across the room and before he could realize it he had smashed through the wall. He was so fast that it looked like he was teleporting all the time, and for several days it ended up being a literal nightmare. Everything he touched was instantaneously pulverized and he kept overshooting his destinations. Sekhmeth had spent those days laughing like crazy, unable to look at his horrified face without snorting laughter, and he had been seriously tempted to murder her... but it was easy to understand what an edge he had just gained in combat, so he couldn't really hate her. On the contrary, he was excited by it all, and eager to grow even stronger. His Seal was still in place, and he wanted more... so he had "punished" Sekhmeth by ordering her to find another, even larger and even more hostile planet where they could start all over again. Alexis, in the meanwhile, had worked hard to train him in the art of self-restraint and to bring his senses and muscles back in tune with his mind, so that he could properly dose his body effort.

As soon as he learned to control himself, Alexis had wanted her own training period in the arena. For a brief, sweet period of time Killer had been able to run circles around even her and evade even her energy vision, to her great frustration, but after her visit to the arena that was no longer possible. She had expanded her powers just as much as he had, and she was once more able to see his actions before he even began moving.

Sekhmeth had unfortunately not yet found a new inferno worth being turned into an arena, so they were still using the "old" one, but by now Killer worried that it advantaged him: the gravity and the extreme temperatures and even the toxicity of the atmosphere no longer represented a burden for him, while many of his sparring partners became unable to move as soon as they crashed on the battleground.

"It is getting too easy..." Killer murmured under his breath, grinning with cold ferocity as his body grew by another handful of feet despite his best efforts not to, energy crackling violently around him as he balled his hand into a fist. The Seal glowed across his chest, and he idly flexed against it, as if to make it perceive his monstrous strength. He stepped into the sand of the arena, unfazed by the extreme cold even as the vicious winds blew up clouds of "dust" that was actually made of tiny ice crystals. Sand itself was frozen, every single speck of it, and the surface of the planet wasn't frozen solid just because of the constant erosion caused by the wind.

"This place truly is horrendous." Ira flatly commented, making a grimace as she leaned onto the parapet of the royal terrace, while Sekhmeth kicked her leathers to the side and laid down on her bed, naked and glorious, her thighs streaked with her desire as she eagerly buried two fingers inside her sex, right down to the knuckles, eyes fixed on Killer's muscular back and mouth agape, drool leaking out as she groaned in ecstasy every time his body grew greater and stronger. Ira did her best to resist, but she was just as enthralled and she could feel her own juices leaking down her muscular legs, her eyes glowing solid emerald as she gave her back to the lioness and idly played with one of her huge breasts, hoping not to be seen. "And it no longer works as training aid. His enemies are just going to become motionless targets due to the gravity, and he will reap them without breaking a sweat."

"Their fault for being puny toys to Killer and refusing to admit it." Sekhmeth easily countered, grinning as she gazed at the liger's monstrous black shaft, slipping a third and a fourth finger inside her passage, using her thumb to flick her clit while she licked her lips, murring at the sight of a thick rope of potent precum that was beginning to stretch from the fat head. "Do you think the little ones would be able to make him sweat, if it there was no super-gravity...?" Sekhmeth teasingly asked, and Ira did not reply but instinctively ground her muscular thighs together, biting her lower lip. The lioness laughed and exclaimed: "Of course not! Gravity or not, the starships and all the disciples that those losers insist on lugging around would only be bubble wrap. Just enjoy the show, Ira, and watch him bust all the bubbles... then we will see how long the true monsters last. I've tried to capture some interesting subjects... but it's up to them now."

Sekhmeth looked up at the cold sky clouded by semi-solid gases made dense by the extreme temperature, from which she and Ira were thankfully separated by a protective barrier that covered the royal terrace, and she snapped her fingers, grinning predatorily. She knew perfectly well what she could expect from Killer and the thought of the spectacle ahead made her lick her muzzle with a low growl of hunger as the murky, hostile sky above them rippled like water, energy exploding in every direction in a succession of crimson bolts that crashed onto the barren arena with ferocious explosions, melting some of the ice-dust only for it to quickly form anew. The maze of pocket dimensions became visible for a brief moment... or, more correctly, a small part of it did, and Killer idly looked up at the ghostly outline of walls and vast, empty rooms connected by multiple tunnels. He had often wondered what it had to be like to be locked inside that dark world, devoid of anything other than solitude, despair and tunnels that led only to other empty cells. It was something he hoped to never have to experience, and that was part of why he had accepted to be escorted by one of his Disciples at each and every training session. He trusted Sekhmeth and he did not believe her obvious adoration for him could be false, but she was dangerous and unpredictable all the same and he did not want to end up imprisoned by her dark arts. The walls between the pocket dimensions looked frail to him, who had already reshaped or torn reality apart in more than one occasion, yet he had never seen a god managing to break out from Sekhmeth's maze, so he was not prepared to bet on his ability to punch his way out.

He smirked slightly as he began to see the outline of vast star battleships moving through the maze, converging towards the exit that was opening at Sekhmeth's whim, and he easily swung Wyvern up and tilted it tip-down, stabbing it into the ground, down almost to the hilt, causing a cloud of icy-dust and sending cracks spreading all around him in the cold stone. He crossed his powerful arms on his chest, snorting steam out of his nostrils and flexing out of sheer vigor and eagerness, barely able to wait for his enemies to arrive. He had no idea where they came from, who they were, what they could do; but they knew him, at least by fame, and they all wanted the secret to the limitless nature of his power. He only hoped they were strong and skilled. He craved a good challenge.

The sky seemed to split open in the middle, energy crackling loudly around the wound in the fabric of reality as the first two immense space battleships rushed out of the maze, their hulls at least five miles long and more than a mile wide, their flanks covered in silvery plates of armor and they underbelly and top deck lined with massive turrets armed with monstrous cannons with thick, square barrels. Killer counted three turrets in tandem on the bow of each battleship, and three on the stern. A massive armoured command bridge separated the two batteries. The same arrangement was mirrored on the underside of the battleships, which were pushed forwards by a monstrous battery of plasma thrusters in the stern. There was no rudder to speak of; it was replaced by a multitude of smaller but incredibly powerful plasma thrusters in pods arranged along either side of the ship. The pods could rotate to angle the thrust in every direction, allowing them to serve as brakes, to impart sideway movements and turns and to enable take off and landing or precision maneuvers. Killer admired the titanic machines for a moment, amazed by what some alien civilizations had been able to achieve and wondering how far away earth was from producing something comparable. The RA was the most technologically advanced force on earth, but as far as Killer knew not even they were anywhere near close to building anything like the ships that now began to fill the space above the arena. As majestic and glorious as they looked, however, they were not meant to stray so close to a planet with the force of gravity that the arena exercised, and Killer grinned slightly as the first group of battleships immediately began to fall ruinously towards the battleground, while their armoured hulls groaned and crackled as the structure began to buckle under its own weight, and the heavy barrels of the cannons violently banged into the armoured deck as they became too heavy and fell down to maximum depression even through the electric motors desperately tried to prevent it. The podded thrusters were rapidly angled downwards and blue flames of incandescent plasma exploded out of each, but for the first five warships it was already too late, their altitude insufficient to give them a change of escape even as the crew squeezed every last bit of power from the colossal engines. Killer smiled softly as the first battleship crashed into the battleground, its belly turrets groaning horrendously as they were crushed under the colossal mass of the battleship even as it tried to extend its undercarriage, composed by two giant skids of metal that robotic legs attempted to extend from the flanks. The half-deployed legs cracked and shattered like twigs as the warship smashed violently into the planet, vanishing in a cloud of vapor as the flames roaring out of the thrusters melted away the icy dust covering the surface. The titanic hull cracked audibly and bent in the middle as the bow sunk deep into the ground, but the thick armour was as flexible as it was tough and it kept the warship together. It became a sort of futuristic castle sticking out of the icy battleground, its tower tilted to one side as the ship rested upon the wreckage of its own undercarriage... and within a moment three more of the battleships suffered the same humiliating fate

Surprisingly, the fifth warship, which had more altitude to trade, caught itself at the last moment, veering to starboard to avoid smashing into the towers of her fallen sisters and successfully deploying its undercarriage... which it soon retracted as it became evident that it had enough power to maintain station high above. More and more battleships poured out of the maze and filled the space above the arena, and Killer watched the metallic behemoth maneuver around each other to spread out and avoid collisions. Several warships had close calls, but none crashed, much to Killer's disappointment, and the crews on the mammoth machines took a moment to understand what had happened and to spot Killer waiting patiently down below. Holographic screens fizzled into being on the bows of each battleship, revealing the commander of each behemoth, and Killer found himself faced by a crowd of gods, godlings and disciples to greater divinities. Each battleship carried an armada of worshippers and was assigned to one divinity, just like with every other fleet Killer had dealt with in previous occasions. He was not impressed by that parade of gods who all pompously shouted their names and demanded his surrender, and he only smirked as he lazily squeezed into his mammoth shaft, idly playing with his enormous member while they watched and threatened, as more and more ships rushed out of the maze. There was another kind of starship in sight, easily five times larger than the first type: this other type was bullet-shaped, long and thin, built for speed and with protection in mind. Its body was completely covered in mutant armor, able to regenerate and shift around to defend even against the most powerful attacks. Those new vessels, evidently the product of another civilization and at the service of another god, were further protected by fields of asteroids that orbited around them, imprisoned by a powerful electromagnetic field. Their secondary armament was less visible, probably smaller, but their primary weapon was a monstrous beam ray projector contained in a sphere that, being at the very tip of the hull, could rotate to fire in any direction.

And there were yet more fleet coming out of the Maze, but none of them mattered. Killer paid no attention to their empty threats, only waiting for them to open fire, studying them with a snort of amusement and contempt as he smelled their fear, as he heard their inner cries, as he listened to their thoughts and to their transmissions as they tried to line up as many battleships as they could, determined to hit him with the combined might of their magic and of their technology.

"Quit babbling, you worthless dregs." Killer suddenly said, and even through his voice was calm and soft it rolled over the vast fleets like the ominous rumbling of a coming tempest, tearing inside the heads of every warrior and god at the same time as it boomed inside the vast hulls of the battleships. The holographic screens trembled violently and then sizzled out, electricity crackling viciously around the warships as Killer's energy radiated off him with tremendous force, causing computers to burn out and explode as many of the systems inside the metallic behemoths were fried and ruined. "I don't care who you losers are. I don't care what you have to say. I know you just want to line up as many ships as you can to fire at me... by all means, do so, I'll wait. Even if you could become ten times more numerous, it would still achieve nothing."

His words tore through the fleets like a physical strike, and the supreme confidence in his voice sent shivers down countless backs as the gigantic battleships were rattled violently, his voice alone seeming to carry enough power to scatter the fleet like it was nothing but a swarm of flies.

The gods on the bridges of the mighty warships couldn't believe the arrogance of the liger, but they also could hardly understand his strength, which sent terrible bolts of electricity crackling through the sky and burning into the metallic hulls of the starships. The heat inside the behemoth vessels increased despite the best efforts of the environment control systems and every living creature could feel the electricity in the air and shiver at the sheer pressure that Killer's presence generated. Many disciples inside the battleships began to nervously look at the bulkheads around them, fearing that they would suddenly implode and crush them all into pulp. That was what it felt like: their ships creaked as if they were all trapped in Killer's hand and he was teasingly squeezing.

Killer grinned, licking his lips as he felt their emotions, tasted their fear, heard their cries and savored the submission of thousands of minds which could not resist his presence. Females and males alike froze in place, gaping in awe and adoration, their minds shattering as Killer s mighty aura scorched their souls till they were nothing but husks filled only with devotion and adoration, their lives, dreams and loved ones forgotten and obliterated, their previous oaths erased from their memory and essence, their faces devolving into blank, vapid, mindless and brain-dead expressions of blissful slavery. Their collars burned into ashes, their tattoos and marks and brands of loyalty to their masters dissolved and were replaced by bloody, glowing KO marks etched deep into their very flesh. Killer restrained his new slaves, however, speaking in their minds, telling them to wait, and they nodded in submission and did their best to look normal, waiting for his order. Many of the thralls were detected, but when that happened they swiftly turned against their comrades and ripped them apart, silencing them... or grabbing them and kissing them, spreading Killer's domination into yet more souls.

The gods on the crashed battleships, who were closer to him and who had no chance to escape his attentions, were the first to lose their nerve. The massive gun towers trailed towards the liger and the heavy barrels slowly rose from the awkward position gravity had forced upon them. The massive cannons fired, hitting him with solid, colossal darts of adamantine metal accelerated to hypersonic speeds, but the enormous poles slammed into his chest only to crumple upon themselves like blades of grass, bouncing uselessly back while he flexed his enormous musculature and walked towards the immobile ships.

The guns reloaded and fired a new barrage of darts that made the very air burn, the toxic gases in the atmosphere exploding in an inferno of poisonous smoke and fire, but again the darts shattered on impact and didn't even slow the huge male. The huge fleet of warships hovering in space above the arena aimed its own weapons down at him, and he looked up at the asteroid-shielded warships with particular interest, staring at the immense beam ray projectors in their bows as they supercharged with energy, filling the sky with ominous red light... before they all fired, and a barrage of darts and beams of directed energy crashed down upon him with terrifying force. The ground around him disintegrated in a million fragments that burst out in every direction while breaking down into every smaller particles, but his body all but feasted upon the energy of the rays, absorbing it greedily and making him hiss out in a mix of pain and delight, his height increasing by a further few feet as clenched his hands into fists and flexed, arching his back with a growl.

Start slow... make sure they have the time to fear you. The time to panic.

He emerged from the inferno of fire and bouncing, disintegrating adamantine darts with nothing more than scratches upon his chest and abs, his eyes glowing solid, icy sapphire as absorbed energy crackled loudly around his arms, and he pulled one hand up and made an easy shoving gesture, grinning as the first of the crashed battleships skidded backwards with a deafening, horrendous groan of bending metal, its colossal hull twisting and denting inwards where his force impacted and its great mass turning sideways until it crashed violently into the second immobile vessel. The five-miles long titan of alien steel was shoved up the sloping bow of her sister and like a steam roller it began to trundle, turning upside down and rolling over again and again, crushing the gun towers under its immense mass, squishing the hull flat and then smashing into the control tower, turning it into nothing but a twisted, crushed mountain of wreckage.

Killer grinned coldly as he pushed the immense battleship further back, flattening the stern gun towers and crushing the other space ship flat like it was nothing but a cheap tin can, and alarms blared loudly inside both vessels as hundreds of hatches along the flanks of the massive vehicles opened and fired out escape capsules. The pods hammered into the ground with far greater force than expected due to the gravity, but their sharp tips sunk into the ground and their rears rapidly split open, vomiting out groups of warriors clad in heavy armour and armed with all sorts of weaponry, from swords and spears to rocket launchers.

There were mortals, clad in completely sealed suits with small thrusters at the back that struggled to balance the terrifying force of the arena's gravity pull; and godlings and Disciples, far larger and far more powerful, who needed no suit to survive the toxic environment but could have used some thrusters of their own: many were barely able to stand upright, and the others moved with ridiculous slowness.

Did I look so pathetic the first time...? Killer idly wondered before clenching his hand and grinning as the battleship he had used as a rolling pin suddenly crumpled like paper amidships, the two great towers imploding into a hailstorm of heavy metal plates, fragments and corpses and pieces of machinery as her keel loudly broke and the hull bent violently out of shape, turning into a V for a moment as bow and stern leapt pathetically upwards... before falling back down like meteors, their murderous shadow falling upon dozens of landing pods and upon hundreds of mortals who hopelessly attempted to run away. Too little, too late. The two immense pieces of scrap metal smashed into the ground with enough force to rattle the arena and blood burst up in a fine red mist as countless warriors were squished like bugs.

The survivors fired against him with everything they had, but the huge male ignored the bullets smashing into him, snickering as they bounced back or shattered uselessly against his musculature, his grin widening as lazily bent out of the way of a rocket fired towards his face, his senses easily tracking the missile and making it look like something moving on a dramatic slow motion. More missiles were fired at him, and he effortlessly seized one by the middle of the body, stopping it dead in midair even as the rocket continued to burn fiercely until all fuel was consumed. He studied the large warhead with entertainment, and then easily hurled it back at the astonished trooper that had fired it, annihilating him in a vast explosion.

Rockets and bullets and arrows and spears floated uselessly in midair around him, immobilized by the ferocious waves of pure power he radiated, and when he moved a step forwards energy crackled violently around him and consumed all of those weapons down into ashes. He snorted in contempt as he turned his gaze towards the other two crashed battleships, hearing their hulls creaking and shattering as his psychic force yanked them out of the craters they had dug and hefted them high up into the air, their weight absolutely insignificant for him even though it amounted to several millions of tons. He spun the gigantic ships around, pointing their bows at the ground, and the armada of mortals and Godlings and Disciples froze in terror, many heads turning to stare at those mammoth lumps of metal, their minds filling with the horrendous awareness of what was about to happen but their legs unable to move, their terror freezing them stiff worse than the gravity did... and in front of that power many more warriors suddenly shattered, their minds falling apart and their jaws opening in awe and in slavish, suicidal adoration, drool falling out of their mouths as they whimpered weakly and ground their thighs together in need, their collars and bracelets and other symbols of their gods shattering and falling away into nothing but dust as they began to praise the huge liger. Killer smirked at that, feeling energy flooding his veins as the warships in orbit fired again and their beam rays crashed into him, dissolving the very ground he was standing upon but only feeding his strength as he easily floated above the crater and flexed, growing another few feet taller despite his best attempts not to.

Killer licked his lips at the feeling of power that filled him as he grew, and he lazily pointed his finger before angling it down towards the ground, and it was enough to send the two immense battleships falling ruinously down from the sky. Their pointed, thickly armoured bows crashed into the battleground with terrifying force, crushing hundreds of mortals and godlings under their mammoth mass, burying them deep into the cold stone, crushing them completely out of existence while the entire ships crumpled out of shape, becoming shorter as their hulls deformed and their thick armor split apart in various places as the huge plates were bent and knocked out of alignment.

With the same terrible ease Killer ripped both battleships out of the ground, and their crushed, deformed bows dripped with blood and gore as they came out of the deep, gigantic craters, looming over other groups of soldiers who scattered in powerless panic. Few managed to run any significant distance before Killer viciously pile-drove the starships down over them, dissolving them into clouds of blood and unrecognizable gore as pieces of the great ships exploded in every direction, tearing through the battlefield like oversized bullets that tore countless bodies into shreds. Again and again he smashed the two hulking piles of scrap metal down into the crowd of mortals around him, and he laughed at the crimson mist that soon covered the whole battleground, blood forming huge puddles and literal lakes in the arena while the few survivors curled up in fetal position and cried in despair or helplessly fell on their knees, watching as the mighty ships that had been their homes and fortresses disintegrated into a rain of wreckage until Killer dismissively tossed away what little remained.

More and more troops rained down from above, countless pods descending from the warships flying above from those higher up, floating in space around the arena, but Killer only looked up at that storm of meteors with contempt, growling: "You are wasting your time, and mine..." He rolled his enormous shoulders, then spread his arms with a cold smile: tentacles pushed out of his back, terrifying, muscular appendages that were clad in countless plates of black bone harder than adamantine metal and sharply ridged. They were monstrous, dangerous, saw-toothed and all ended in flat, colossal flares terrible in their girth and immensity, the vast cumslits leaking out precum that was as incandescent as a star and so acid that every drop that fell to the ground rapidly dissolved the stone and tore deep down into the planet. They arched high up into the air around him, and then shot upwards like missiles, stabbing into the landing pods as they descended through the toxic atmosphere. They wrapped around the capsules and then crushed them like tin cans, blood spraying out of the crumpled wreckage before the tentacles whip-lashed and threw the useless remains away, stabbing towards the next pod in line. They smashed through the armored capsules like they were made of paper, ripped through the bodies huddled inside, speared up into holes, raping and violating and causing their victims to howl in agony, crushing them against the walls. They lashed violently outwards, they thrust back and forth with ferocious force, and they made mincemeat of the soldiers before they even reached the ground, before tearing through the capsules to let blood rain towards the battleground far below.

Uncountable pods landed heavily into the arena, however, and their armored walls fell outwards to reveal the heavily armoured assault squads inside, but Killer only smiled softly and flexed, more tentacles pushing out in two rows on either side of his spine, arching upwards and then stabbing violently into the ground... and before the alien warriors had any time to realize what was happening, the black-fleshed, ridged monstrosities tore out of the earth right amongst their ranks, impaling victims that were hefted skywards, howling in agony for a brief moment before the tentacle tore through the head and then whip-lashed hard enough that the corpse split down the middle and its halves flew like bloody comets across the battlefield.

The massive, black-fleshed tentacles swarmed all over the assault teams as soon as they charged out of the pods, and sometimes even before then: the ridged appendages twisted savagely back and forth in the air, their metallic bodies sprouting with tremendous blades and spikes of adamantine bone as they slammed into bodies, pods and earth, tearing through flesh, metal and stone with the same monstrous ease, as if they were splashing into water. Killer laughed mercilessly as his tentacles lengthened violently and twisted eagerly in the directions of any life they can find, moving like sentient predators and swooping up entire squads of warriors, hefting them off the ground, grinding them between their metallic, black bodies, so that mortals and godlings alike were all but liquefied, disintegrated into red mist, torn to shreds by the spikes which pulverized bone and threw scraps of flesh in every direction.

The carnage was indescribable as the tentacles darted back and forth, smashing into each other and into the walls of the arena, grinding bodies into nothing but liquid and slapping entire squads into the empty, ghastly terraces of the arena, panting the planet crimson before finally, violently drawing back as the stone walls crumbled and collapsed on themselves, becoming mountains of rubble and dust, mass graves for entire armies that he had annihilated in mere instants.

The survivors crawled away from him, shaking their heads in denial when he silently floated to the edge of the deep crater and easily settled down one foot, walking idly forwards and smirking as he lightly squeezed the base of his enormous black cock in one hand, flaunting his supremacy over them all... and when a soldier tried to get up from the ground, aiming its rifle at him, Killer snorted in contempt down at the puny mortal. Whatever alien race was hidden under the heavy, fully enclosed armor, it was a species of warriors, that was definite. The soldier was more than ten feet tall and would have looked imposing on earth if faced by any country other than the tiger kingdoms of the north... but Killer mow stood eighty feet tall and his body craved to grow even further, so there simply was no comparison. The alien howled in inarticulate rage and panic as the liger pulled up one heavy, bare foot and teasingly wiggled his thick toes, but Killer only snickered, looking down with dark amusement as the doomed creature aimed his rifle and desperately squeezed on the trigger, vomiting a burst of bullets against the huge foot looming above.

Killer mocked him and all his comrades, waiting patiently for the rifle to go dry, while the alien continued to desperately squeeze, his hears filling with the horrible, useless clicks of emptiness. "Done, maggot...?" Killer taunted, and then he let his foot fall on the soldier's head, enjoying the audible creaking of the helmet and the loud snapping of bones as the alien was compressed flat into the ground despite his attempts to push back... "Good. My turn." The giant teased, grinning cruelly at the feeble, hopeless pushing against his big toe as the crippled warrior still attempted to resist, and then he shifted his weight and flexed the massive muscles of his leg, squishing the victim like a rotten fruit and sending squirts of blood and liquefied innards spraying up his leg. Two other soldiers ran for a rocket launcher laying abandoned on the ground, covered in blood and pulped gore, and they hurriedly hefted the heavy weapon to aim it at Killer... but just as they managed to lift the massive weapon and ready it, their eyes widened as the huge liger seemed to vanish from the spot. The ground rattled violently and they both fell over, their heavy armour made all the more burdensome by the tremendous gravity of the arena, and they cried out in terror as darkness fell upon them, cold and merciless. They turned around and shrieked as they found Killer looming behind them, even bigger than before, radiating such fearsome power that their armor began to overheat and literally melt away like snow. The dark god smirked and picked up the rocket launcher between the tip of index and thumb, effortlessly bringing the heavy weapon up to his face to gaze curiously at it, before he ground it out of existence like it was made of bread, ignoring the explosion of the ammunition as it was crushed inside the launcher. "I like it when you put up a fight, maggots..." Killer taunted, before he spat down on their faces, and it was enough to make them howl in pain as his saliva crushed them deeper into the ground and dented their armors inwards... before beginning to dissolve the protective plates like they were made of sugar. Killer then smiled contemptibly and squatted slightly, grinning as the two terrified mortals howled at the sight of his godlike bulk rushing down against them, his immense testicles and cock dwarfing them like the sky itself was falling. The two doomed warriors saw each other throw arms and legs up and they pitied each other for the pathetic weakness of that defence, tears rolling down their cheeks at the awareness of how ridiculous it was to think they could hold off the immense mass that was descending upon them.

Killer seized his gigantic cock in one hand and hefted it up not to crush them under the immense cockhead, and he stroked himself slowly instead, chuckling cruelly as the soldiers vanished from sight. For the doomed creatures the sky had vanished, their world replaced by the massively muscular thighs that rose on either side, the great sweaty balls, colossal and potent, that hung overhead, and the gigantic black shaft that loomed over both of them and far past, making any plan of escaping feel suicidal: they were just gnats that Killer could cock-slap into oblivion whenever he wished. And that was the fate they expected, but for a long time Killer did not move, ignoring their pointless scurrying and trashing around in search of escape. It took the two warriors a while but they understood the meaning of that gesture: the dark god was flaunting his power over them, dwarfing them to insignificance in the shadow of his immense malehood. The mortals were bugs to him... no, less than bugs, and Killer clearly wanted them to be well aware of it.

Another warrior charged forwards with a yell, swinging a massive blade made of incandescent plasma up into the dark god's leg, but Killer's body greedily devoured it, turning it into yet more energy for him while the alien gaped in shock at the useless handle, still crackling weakly with the electricity that had kept the plasma confined in a force field until an instant before. That moment of distraction was enough for Killer to idly half-lift a foot, the toes not even leaving the ground before he crushed the unfortunate hero like a bug, causing his guts and organs to squelch out as body and armor were both flattened into an ugly stain.

"You are nothing but fleas..." Killer cruelly taunted, and the desperate mortals surged forwards, assaulting his rear in the stupid hope of catching him by surprise, only to be shattered into a cloud of blood by a lazy swing of the god's tail, and the liger murred in dark pleasure as the warm vital fluids splattered all over his muscular back. Larger and far stronger beings were sneaking up on him, but he could clearly perceive their energy signatures... and he only grinned, realizing that those four gods summed together still could not have matched his pinky. One of the divinities rallied the surviving warriors and began to shout orders, but Killer ignored him and only smiled contemptibly down at his two toys, before letting his gigantic, heavy flaccid cock fall down upon them, licking his lips as they shrieked and then, with a disgusting squelch and a pleasant burst of warm, semi-solid pulp against his cockhead, they fell silent.

A shiver of terror ran down the spine of all the survivors, and Killer slowly straightened, feeling their gazes glued to his colossal shaft as it dragged heavily over the ground and then dangled ponderously in the air, dripping blood and stained in pulp, while long ropes of crimson paste stretched between the godlike member and the crater it had torn in the ground, which was caked red with gore.

"Fall back! We'll hit him together! Fall back!" Shouted the courageous - or stupid - god from earlier, trying to bring back some order in what remained of the army, which regrouped on either side of him, even though the soldiers very evidently wondered what they were even supposed to be. The smartest ones ran away while the liger wasn't looking, but Killer's tentacles tore out of the ground once more and caught the fugitives, yanking them down into the dirt and rapidly ripping them to shreds. The remaining mortals dropped their weapons but didn't know what to do, and so only stared as Killer stood up to his full, majestic height and actually grew a few feet taller as he slowly turned around to face them.

"Stay with me!" Ordered the god at the front, a giant creature more than ten feet taller than Killer; but most notable for its bug-like features. Its body was clad in a thick exoskeleton that made him almost invulnerable and his head was covered by a large shield of bone that arched up to form a massive horn. His tiny eyes were barely visible between the "helmet" and the neck edge of his carapace, while his back was covered by two massive pieces of armor concealing six ethereal, flaming wings of energy. Killer made a grimace at the sight of him, but not because he had four muscular arms and all his hands were supercharging with energy, crackling and glowing as dense spheres of focused force swelled in his palms, but because he looked a lot like a cockroach.

"You sure are ugly as fuck." Killer muttered, tilting his head to the side a little and looking down at the much smaller mortals. They had four arms too, a detail he hadn't paid any attention to, insignificant as they were... but now he grimaced and looked at the blood on his cock and even pulled up his foot to look at the disgusting stain of gore under his toes. "Are you all literal bugs under the armour...? I kind of regret squashing you; it is revolting."

"Wait for the fleet's barrage!" The giant god commanded, trembling in a mix of rage and fear as he glared at the liger. Three other gods of his same clan were surrounding the liger from the other directions and he also happened to be taller and bigger than Killer was... but there was no mistaking the fact that the liger's current sizes were just a trick. They concealed a bestial, destructive power that the god was unable to estimate, as every guess he made was immediately blown away. "That was my ship, and you'll pay for what you did to her!" The cockroach snarled, and the fleet orbiting around the planet fired a new, massive barrage against the liger, who only smirked and spread his arms, offering himself as target... before he laughed as his eyes glowed with tremendous energy and the gigantic darts raining down from space crashed uselessly against the wall-like aura of power he radiated. "Now! Hit him!" The insect god barked, but very few mortals even bothered trying, staring instead at the train-sized shells raining uselessly down from space. He and the other four gods, the owners and commanders of the crashed battleships, combined their attack against him, and each of them struck with a different element: the one ahead used electricity; the others fire, ice and earth. The difference in effects caught Killer by surprise, but he was more than confident about his ability to resist and absorb much of that energy, so he charged into the storm, dropping his shoulder and racing towards the one that seemed to be the leader of the group.

"Take him down! Take him down!" The cockroach shouted, and the warships in orbit fired again, and again, and again, while the four gods all leaned forwards and pumped out all the energy they could muster. Killer snarled at the intense pain caused by the four lightning bolts crashing into his chest, but much as it burned his nerves and caused his muscles to flex instinctively, the energy flowed into him and fed his strength and his hunger. Flames roared against him as they crashed into his back and enveloped him completely, but their heat was nothing but pleasant warmth to the dark god. Icy water erupted in massive geysers from under his feet, pulverizing the very ground he stood upon, but his instinct easily kept him floating over the abyss, and the water that so easily tore through mountains washed over his majestic musculature without even scratching him. Enormous slabs of dark stone shifted and stood up from the ground all around him, spinning around rapidly, orbiting around him like satellites to a planet, and they hurled themselves against him, cashing into his chest, his back, his sides, his knees, his face, but they only shattered into dust and gravel as he ran through the storm, barely slowed down by it all. Within a mere instant he had already reached the shocked insect-god, who hurriedly leapt backwards, propelling himself in the air with his ethereal wings, narrowly avoiding Killer's hand as it clenched shut where his skull had been just a blink before. The lightning bolts broke into motes of crackling electricity, and Killer easily absorbed all of them, turning around to face the tempest of fire coming from the second of the huge alien divinities. The flames washed all over him, roaring furiously, but fire was his element and Killer had no fear of it: his eyes glowed a cold, murderous sapphire and energy radiated off him in waves that burnt the nearest mortals into ashes while the burning inferno covering him changed allegiance and bowed to him, the flames turning bitch black and almost sentient in their ravenous hunger. "Give me more..." Killer growled, grinning viciously as he glared towards the fire god and sent the black fire exploding back against him, knocking the cockroach flying as its carapace began to liquefy, its eyes melting like they were snowballs. The shrieks of anguish of the fire god sent a shiver down the backs of the other three, and the lightning god rushed down from the sky like a meteor, its great horn charged with energy and enormous swords appearing in all of his hands as he howled: "Brother...!"

"Oh, so you are brothers... should have imagined that. Same ugly faces." Killer mused with cold amusement, turning around to face the charging beast and smirking in contempt at how slow it looked to his eyes. The liger lazily bent sideways to avoid a first slash, then elegantly spun on the spot to avoid the gigantic horn, gripping into it with both hands as it uselessly shot past and easily hefting the gigantic creature off the ground just to smash it face-first into the dirt. The god of water yelled in fury and despair, its element continuing to explode under Killer's feet, erupting in columns of cold, steely liquid that rose to the sky like titanic blades, but the liger only laughed at the weakness of that assault, before flexing and giving off a freezing aura that turned a whole column of water into a solid tower made of sharp, deadly blades and thorns of ice. Killer smashed the palm of his hand into it and grinned as it exploded in a million deadly slivers that tore through mortals and godlings, ripping them into shreds of meat, tearing even through the roaring wall of raging waves that the god of water summoned to protect himself. Killer snickered darkly as the large projectiles of ice smashed into that solid wall of water, and he watched on with hungry impatience as the liquid froze solid, just as he approached. His massive fist tore through the wall of ice and disintegrated it, and deadly spikes and fragments, harden than any steel, pelted the god hiding behind, making him shriek in agony as they tore through his armoured hide, piercing out of his back.

The god stumbled backwards with a cry of anguish but immediately dissolved the projectiles and began to regenerate, stepping out of the way as his brother earth came to the rescue, making a rising gesture with his hands and causing a great spiked wall of stone to surround them both just as Killer tore through the barrier of ice. The spikes of stone lengthened and shot against him, but Killer ignored them, smiling softly as they shattered uselessly against his chest while his fists tore through the dome of stone like it was made of biscuits. Earth immediately stabbed forwards a huge spear of stone and metal that appeared in his hands, but Killer caught it by the pole and angled it away from him before yanking it hard forwards, so that the cockroach crashed into the remains of his own protective barrier. "I'll turn you into nothing but sand!" Earth furiously barked, shoving two of his hands into the remaining of the wall and causing it to explode with enormous force, forming a dangerous cloud of dust and magic that settled all around Killer and began to cover all of his face and upper body, rapidly hardening up to restrict his movements... and within a moment the liger could feel his flesh beginning to mutate and turn into stone, making it harder for him to move. Earth grinned in vicious satisfaction as he saw a crust of white, frail stone rapidly spreading all over Killer's form, and even Water lunged forwards to strike, a thick pole of gold forming in his hands, with an hammerhead made of an immense mass of grey, unforgiving water.

Earth stabbed forwards a massive cleaver sword, aiming for Killer's chest as the liger stumbled backwards with a grunt, looking at his hands as the fingers turned motionless and frail, cracks already spreading in them... but then the enormous blade was mere inches away from his heart he grinned and flexed his massive musculature, and the grey stone shattered in a puff of dust, revealing his masculine chest underneath, undamaged. Earth's eyes bulged in shock at that, and in the same moment Killer caught his sword between two fingers, effortlessly stopping it in midair and then forcing it sideways with such violent strength that it broke in half like a twig. The insect god let go of the broken weapon and slammed two of his hands together, causing what remained of it to explode, pelting the liger with fragments of incandescent, negative energy... but they vanished even before touching the dark god's chest, devoured inside him. Earth charged forwards to close the distance before the liger could attack, and Water swung its ungodly hammer into Killer's face, but they were both left speechless as the liger caught Earth's top two arms and easily ripped them off, sending greenish, dense blood splattering thickly out between them, while the hammer struck his cheek but barely managed to cause his head to tilt to the side.

"What... what the hell are you...?" Earth cried out, opening his armoured back to deploy his six ethereal wings and escape, but Killer caught him by the almost non-existent neck and the thick edge of his carapace crumpled inwards like cheap thin, choking him as he was hefted off the ground with terrifying ease.

Killer only grinned darkly, beginning to drain Earth of all his energies, even as Water pulled back his hammer and prepared to strike once more, his arms bulging with muscle as he towered over the liger, more than ten feet larger and growing even further as his somewhat thin and stumpy legs were replaced by a flowing serpent body made of grey, cold waters. "Whatever you are, you will give us your secret, or I'll squish it out of you!" Water roared, smashing his hammer down on Killer's extended arm, while Earth clawed weakly at it, desperately trying to pry Killer's vice-like grip open while at the same time armouring up his body up with a thick layer of stone growing all over its carapace and skull. The hammer struck with terrible force, shattering the ground beneath and causing it to explode upwards in a geyser of fragments and gravel, but Killer's bicep only flexed and bulged with even greater power, the thick veins bulging out in full definition, and Water grew even larger, rising up with a howl of outrage and using its serpent tail to trap the liger in a vicious embrace of roaring waves that could have sunk ships and washed entire towns away. "Show me how you'll do that, bug." Killer teased, grinning into the god's face when the insect leaned down with a roar of fury, slamming its horn down into the liger's features. Killer eagerly leaned forwards as well, headbutting the horn hard enough to crack it and send its top half spinning into the sky. The insect recoiled with a cry of pain and shock, its hard outer-skull cracked and dented inwards, green blood leaking out of the fissures, but he nonetheless snarled in fury, two of his hands grabbing the liger's arm and the other two grabbing into his neck and face, clawing towards his eyes. "I'm going to crush you into a pulp, you little, arrogant weakling!" Water howled, towering over Killer as its immense tail lengthened even more and crushed down on the liger with all the force of a raging ocean.

"Oh, I see... you think you are big and bad, huh...?" Killer taunted, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, arching his back and flexing his enormous musculature... and within a moment he had grown twenty feet taller than Water, smirking down at him now while his huge hand closed on Earth's skull, crushing it whole now with the size difference between them, especially as the vital energy of the insect was rapidly absorbed. Water stared in horror at his brother as he was rapidly shrunk down, his muscles deflating horribly, his whole body becoming shorter and thinner while Killer only grew stronger by the second. Water did everything he could to break the liger's arm and choke him and claw his face into shreds, but nothing he did seemed to have any effect: he couldn't wrap his hands around the liger's massive arm, the bicep bulging powerfully and pushing his fingers apart, and Killer's face suddenly became incandescent, burning through his exoskeleton and consuming his flesh until he let go with a cry of pain.

Lightning and Fire crawled up to their feet and charged against Killer: the first all but dived into Water's serpent body and pumped an immense discharge of electricity into it, trying to burn Killer into ashes, while Fire leapt up and swung a terrible cleaver sword down towards the liger's neck.

It struck right on target despite Fire having only one small eye, regenerated out of charred, ruined flesh as the black flames continued to consume his body, but before he could even smirk for his triumph, the blade loudly shattered, breaking into fragments like it was made of glass, and the liger's tentacles almost playfully reared up around him, stabbing viciously into his body from all sides and making him howl in agony as they began to rip him into pieces, draining away all his energies in the process.

"More!" Killer growled, licking his lips hungrily as he clenched his hand into a fist and crushed Earth into pulp, smearing the wet gore into his palm and feeling all that godlike energy flowing into him... but it was too little, too insignificant, almost insulting in its weakness, and he snarled and grew by another twenty feet, unleashing some more of his power and flexing to snap out of Water's coils, tearing his serpent body apart. The cockroach fell to the ground with a cry of agony, almost crushing his brother Lightning under his back, and even though both leapt up to their feet and generated two massive halberds into their hands, their eyes bulged in terror as they saw Fire torn in half like a ragdoll, shreds of his flesh and fragments of his carapace raining down in every direction as the liger's tentacles whip-lashed in every direction.

The fleet in orbit was still firing away, but their shells were crushed like tin cans long before touching the liger, and the beams of focused energy were absorbed into his body, only adding to his strength. Water charged between the liger's legs and swung the halberd up against the liger's massive black fleshed cock, and Lightning moved out to the side, slamming his blade down into Killer's ankle, hoping to force the gigantic dark god down to his knee... but both weapons shattered into a hailstorm of tiny fragments, and Killer snorted in contempt before stomping down on Water, crushing him out of existence in one single blow, twisting his foot on the spot, grinding the god into nothing but a ugly stain on the bottom of a deep crater. Lightning generated a whip made of terrifying discharges of electricity and he desperately snapped it against the liger, but Killer easily gripped it in one hand, twisted it around his wrist and then yanked the terrified divinity forwards, raking him with his toe-talons and sending him sprawling, reduced to a broken heap. "Pathetic." Killer snorted, looking down at the defeated god with disgust, squatting slightly over him and letting his enormous cockhead smash down on his face, covering his features completely. Lightning cried out weakly from beneath the titanic member, struggling weakly against it and only managing to make Killer smirk as he ended up gasping, gripping into it, pushing against it... his whole body shuddering, his hands almost stroking it now, his body betraying the lust and submission taking over his mind even as he cries and whines. "Who is Lord Skyfall? Where is he?" Killer coldly asked, and Lightning whimpered, trying to resist for a few moments... until he capitulated: "I don't know. He just always seems to know what to do. He told us where to find you."

"He also told you that I'd crush you out of existence if you didn't group up quickly." Killer easily countered, and Lightning let out a groan that, among many other things, communicated agreement. The liger idly grasped the base of his cock, then swung it slightly to the side, and that massive, flaccid monster slapped across his features with such tremendous force it shattered his jaw. The god stared up at Killer in awe, in terror, in envy, in need, and Killer only grinned, allowing the colossal shaft to pendulum back before striking him again, and his neck creaked loudly while his ugly face shattered like glass in a hail of bone and flesh, drool and green blood, cartilage and ichors, and Killer snorted before slapping his immense shaft straight down against him, caving in his chest, crushing his ribcage flat in a spurt of gore.

Lightning howled in agony, barely alive yet horribly aware as Killer hefted his broken, squished body off the ground, none of his limps responding to his desperate thoughts, his blood and pulped insides sticking horribly to the ground and squelching disgustingly as he was lifted away... and then the insect screamed in horror as he was crushed against the liger's titanic girth as Killer lazily began to stroke his huge cock. Lightning's body sizzled, burned and began to literally melt away from the heat, the raw power emanating off that mammoth member, the liger grinding him savagely up and down his length like a toy: he is steadily crushed, ground down, mulched into a hot, bloody nectar that spills and bubbles across the immense cock, which is bored and unimpressed by that sacrifice of life and energy and gives just a throb full of terrible vigor, Killer growling in amusement as the remains of a great god leaked and dripped down his member, reduced to cheap lubricant.

The warriors around him were more numerous than ever before and more and more pods were crashing down from the sky as the various fleets deployed their shock troops, but despite their number they were unable to annoy the dark god in any way: even their largest weapons had no effect against him. Killer's eyes lazily turned to look down to the countless warriors now frozen with fear, only able to stare up at his naked, godlike body, terrified by his strength. The god smirked slightly, and it was enough to bring thousands of enemies on their knees, drool leaking from their jaws as they eyes turned sapphire, glowing unnaturally. Within an instant, the warriors were turned into thralls and they stood up with ferocious roars, their bodies growing several feet in height and even more in muscle mass and power as they turned against their comrades, striking them down with crude but terribly strong swings of their swords and axes, before letting go of the weapons in favor of just leaping from soldier to soldier, tearing into them bare handed, ripping them apart like cheap ragdolls.

"Pathetic excuses for males, and even worse imitation of males..." Killer softly said, his eyes cold and entertained as he more and more warriors trembled and dropped to their knees before him, some of them whimpering like children, many more pissing themselves in fear, all of them experiencing shattering, humiliating orgasms as Killer's overwhelming presence crushed their minds into paste, burning their senses, consuming their souls. Those who didn't kneel before him fast enough were torn apart by their crazed comrades, and the ripped corpses were thrown into piles in front of Killer's feet, offered like a sacrifice to him... and there they withered away and decayed into husks before breaking down into nothing but dust as whatever energy they had possessed was absorbed by Killer. Thousands, millions of lives, and their sum was an infinitesimal misery, unable to expand Killer's terrifying strength by even one iota... and yet it all made him stronger, and stronger, and stronger. His zero was the everything of others. The everything of others was his zero, something he took away with contempt, not because he needed it, not because it added anything meaningful to his obscene power, but just because everything belonged to him. "Look at you, minnows..." Killer softly said, grinning as many enemies quailed away only to fall to their knees a few meters away, crying desperately at the same time as they experienced their climaxes, crawling forwards through the dirt and the gore, kissing the ground near his feet as his gaze slid over them.

Even the godlings in heavy armour, commanders of those prized troops, could do nothing but stumble and fall over at the sight of the titan, who didn't as much as bless them with a bored look.

"Give me more." Killer snorted instead, stepping forwards and carelessly crushing several worshippers under his feet, reducing them to nothing but ugly crimson pulp as he lazily looked up at a massive battleship hovering in the sky above, smirking as the great hull first collapsed on itself, crushing every member of the crew into nothing but red paste; then exploded outwards with tremendous force, hurling titanic fragments of bloodied metal into the nearby ships. One of the warships was pelted by so many fragments that it exploded in a gigantic ball of dirty orange fire, its power cores turning into a star-like nuclear furnace that generated enough heat to make the armor of the other vessels "sweat" as their surface began to melt away.

Killer strode forwards with a growl, and he closed his eyes with a lazy flex... and when his eyes reopened he was ten times bigger than before, and his foot crushed an entire regiment of shock troops and their pods, turning them all into tiny red stains under his sole, his eyes burning with such ferocious power that a multitude of star battleships in the sky were vanquished in infernos of white-hot fire, incinerated like they were made of paper as he remarked callously: "Fleas and toys and weaklings. So quick to give up all their hope in the face of true power. When they realize..." The liger lazily flexed, and the energy crackling around him seemed to hook into the fabric of reality, ripping deep wounds in it and opening a portal that led inside some of the battleships in orbit. A dozen gods suddenly stared in horror at the chasm opening under their feet inside the bridges of their super battleships, where they had thought themselves safe and in charge, and they were yanked out and sent them crashing helplessly to the ground ahead of the titan. The shorter of them was one hundred and thirty feet tall, but they were dwarfed by the liger who stood more than ten times greater... and in front of their eyes he grew even further, until all they could do was shriek pathetically as the liger hefted his foot up and dropped it upon them, crushing them all like ants. "That their gods and goddesses are nothing but lies and illusions, only fit to be my carpet."

Sekhmeth shuddered in delight at the callous dominance in Killer's voice, and her hips bucked with wild satisfaction as juices burst out of her in rich squirts, her hand working furiously over her labia, her fingers squelching in and out of her hungry, eager hole; and even Ira felt her heart racing and her juices running down her legs as Killer's monstrous power exploded in waves that seemed to burn the entire atmosphere of the planet before rippling through the universe. The cold, unforgiving emptiness of space seemed almost welcoming and reassuring when compared to that monstrous power, especially because there was that terrible casualness about it all: the liger was literally playing, lazily enjoying himself.

"He is just two thousand feet tall... he's literally not even started yet..." Ira whispered, amazed by the spectacle, and Sekhmeth let out a groan of delighted agreement, scissoring her legs open wide and allowing two of her beautiful, muscular handmaidens to take turns licking and kissing and pleasing her impatient sex. "This is literally his zero-point-something! Less than one percent of his strength... and already he can crush gods underfoot like dust!" The lioness cackled, shaking her head in delighted disbelief. "And he just keeps growing! He's devoured another twenty gods already, and it had all the effect of eating a fucking chocolate bar!"

"This training risks being useless. They are not putting him to the test at all; the difference is too great. It's like pitting mortals against a god." Ira muttered, but Sekhmeth shook her head in disagreement and breathed: "It is Killer that makes those fuckers look like babies, but they are actually strong. They are destroyers of worlds. And there are many more and worse ones still in orbit. They will get him worked up, you'll see... and even if they didn't, hey. Less enemies to kill later on!"

Ira tried to offer a counter to that argument, but she made a bit of a grimace and remained silent instead, because the lioness's point, in its simplicity, was actually very valid. She bit her lower lip and suffocated a groan of intense pleasure and hunger at the sight of Killer, but her thighs ground together on instinct, the leather straps groaning as her spectacular quads flexed and bulged with power, and she felt her hot juices leaking past the thick white bands of leather. She didn't want to let Sekhmeth see that she was just as impressed and delighted by brutal, destructive power as the goddess of Destruction was, but it was proving to be a struggle. Killer's natural magnetism was growing stronger and stronger in time with the expansion of his body and the unleashing of his power, and that alone caused her blood to burn, her heart to beat faster, her juices to greedily gush out of her folds... and she just loved to see him proving that he was the best, that he was supreme, that every other god was just another speck of dust under hit foot.

Ira, like Alexis, Vesta and all the others, wanted to see Killer standing on the very top, in a league of his own. His triumphs were also theirs, and his strength kept them all safe... but what they rarely, if ever, confessed was that they were incredibly excited by the wanton displays of his power. It was cruel, it was unnecessary, it was vicious, but they couldn't help themselves: they adored seeing him dwarfing all opponents; they loved seeing him crushing entire worlds out of existence; they adored witnessing him just winning, winning, winning, conquering and annihilating everything and everyone. They loved him for acting like a savior, but they were so enthralled by him because he was a monster, too. The monster, in fact: a terrifying force of annihilation that nobody could hope to contain. That dream... no, that nightmare... so bloody, so cruel, and so delicious... it was always there in their minds and more often than not filled their nights with terror and excitement as they imagined Killer not saving but dominating the entire universe, sinking it whole into his own pitch-black darkness and holding it there, like a toy, in the shadow of his throne. The demoness closed her eyes for a moment and let out hot steam from her nostrils, easily able to imagine it all as she crossed her arms under her breasts, trying to appear cold and focused but in reality hugging herself, rubbing ever so slightly over her scales as her whole body burned and pulsed with need. Her eyes glowed with such intense energy and craving that even when closed they gave off an intense emerald light. Energy crackled lightly around her form while one hand discretely squeezed into a huge breast, while another tugged on the white leather straps of her outfit, so that the one passing between her legs ground hard against her needy, soaked labia.

"You still do not trust me, huh...?" Sekhmeth teasingly asked, and Ira jumped a bit, shaken out of her dark fantasies by the lioness, who had slipped right behind her and now leaned over her shoulder to speak in her ear. Ira stiffened and her arms went down at her sides as she rapidly considered whether she should fight, and how... but Sekhmeth only playfully kissed her cheek and beckoned for a couple of handmaidens who promptly walked forwards and dropped to their knees between the cobra's mighty legs, lovingly massaging her powerful calves while nuzzling into the enormous quads, tongues dragging slowly over the long streaks of hot, pearly juice. "I just want him to conquer everything... just like you do." The lioness added, smirking as Ira looked down at the handmaidens with a little pant of pleasure, the two slaves looking back into her eyes with meek, adoring submission while they kissed and lapped up the hot nectar from her thighs.

"Just let go... play with yourself... and with me." Sekhmeth purred, gently squeezing into the cobra's powerful shoulders, massaging the massive chords of muscle and leaning forwards to grind her soaked, naked centre against the goddess's buttocks.

"I'm afraid I can't trust you yet." Ira replied, trying to bring the discourse back to the important matters, but her eyes fixed on Killer again as the liger was assaulted by a multitude of gods and Disciples coming down from the fleets orbiting around the planet-arena. The fate of the four brothers and their disciples and servants had not gone unnoticed by the other divinities, which had clearly realized how outmatched they were if they faced him alone, or in small groups. Now they were launching an all-out attack, working together, and more and more gods rushed to the scene using massive armoured pods expelled by the battleships. It looked like a swam of meteors battering the arena into pieces and dust, but Killer was in the middle of that carnage, his fists turning gods into broken heaps of bloody meat as he grinned with savage pleasure and terrible hunger. He was spectacular, naked and glorious, fearlessly flaunting his hyper-virility in front of that horde of alien aggressors, and his strength was terrifying. He was monstrous in his ferocity, his musculature painted crimson with blood and gore as he picked up an enemy god, hefted him above his head and ripped him in half like a toy before dismissively tossing the broken halves away. She shuddered in delight at that, her hips bucking slightly, and one handmaiden leaned up and gently seized the thick leather band covering her groin, pulling it out to the side so she could nuzzle into her dripping folds. It was hard to resist, harder still to stay focused as her arousal increased by the second, as she felt the need to rush towards him, join him in that bloody fest, aid him, worship him, serve him...

"We adore the same Master and want the same for Him... How can you not trust me...?" Sekhmeth softly asked, pouting a bit, before squeezing into the cobra's massive biceps, her fingers slowly moving inwards until they jumped over to her abs, but Ira only snorted, and made a short movement towards the parapet of the balcony. But she did not get away. She stepped short of that, growling in need and hunger, flexing her own great musculature as she stared at the huge male gripping the head of a bull-like god armed with a great halberd. With one easy yank, Killer tore his head right off, ripping a long part of the spine out of the corpse, and Ira panted in lustful delight, reaching down to impatiently rub over her folds. Still, she managed to growl: "I don't trust you because you haven't begged for a collar. How can you say to adore him if you don't wear one?" Ira snarled, not so much in rage against the lioness, but in frustration at the lust and hunger cursing through her body, making it so hard for her to think straight.

"How can you say I never asked for one...?" The lioness innocently countered, and Ira frowned, irritated and confused. Maybe she had...? Was she being only jealous...? No. No, there was something else at play. But it was getting just so difficult to stay focused and join the dots...

"I crave him. I crave to serve him, forever, as he grows greater than everything and everyone else. I want to see him growing stronger than Light and Darkness put together. I want him to be the one and only, the absolute, the beginning and the end of all things." Sekhmeth eagerly said, her voice hoarse with hunger and ecstasy as she wrapped her arms around Ira's waist and ground lightly into her back, pushing one powerful leg between hers so that their incandescent juices mixed together, while she pushed up to grind her quad against the cobra's sex. "I want him to become invincible, unfathomable, limitless... All belongs to Him, and all is dust before Him!" Sekhmeth lustfully growled, and Ira nodded with a hungry snarl of her own, bucking her hips and yanking the leather straps off her firm, perfect breasts while her hand slid down to her sex, her fingers slipping inside with a warm squelch, hot nectar rolling down her wrist as she pushed in deep and growled: "His power is invincible. All must break before Him and worship him and serve him. He is the Master of All. He is Emperor. He is beyond everything that ever was!"

"Yes!" Sekhmeth cried out, her chest heaving as her breath became rough with her excitement, her loins on fire as she planted hungry kisses down the side of Ira's neck, her hands stroking down the beautiful, sexy hips of the cobra, then up over her bulging abs until she could grip into the huge, amazing breasts, feeling them, rolling them slowly together, wondering at the size of those prodigious swells and of the large nipples. "He is God, the true one, the only one. And he is the Monster, the Beast, the Destroyer. Pitiless. Merciless. He will devour everyone and everything around him. He will make everyone his prey and sport. He will show us all that nothing can ever match him. No other god, no other monster, nothing. He will claim everything as his and he will shows us all that all exists to amuse him. That entire universes are nothing but lubricant to be dissolved in the sweat of his great cock..." Sekhmeth hungrily growled, flexing her muscles and squeezing into Ira's breasts in time with Killer's kills as he struck down godling after godling, crushing disciples into pulp and beating back even the greatest of the alien divinities that assaulted him from all sides. Ira bucked her hips in delight as well, her eyes glowing with lust as she breathlessly cried out and nodded at each blow that Killer landed on his enemies. She licked her lips in delight at each of Sekhmeth's affirmations, but then, in a flash of clarity, the cobra shook her head in denial and again tried to step away from the lioness, making a grimace of fury and distaste at her own uncontrollable lust as she muttered: "No, no... no... this is why I don't trust you. Killer is no mindless monster. Killer does not want to be that kind of beast. Killer is not... like that."

"But he could be like that." Sekhmeth purred, squeezing into the cobra's hips to restrain her, to keep her close, before sliding one hand down to her soaked sex, fingers sliding slowly down on either side of the large clit, before two more pushed right between her folds, shoving deep. "Wouldn't you like that...? I know you would. We all would." The lioness insisted, her eyes glowing crimson in the darkness, before a ghastly orange light illuminated the arena when Killer pointed his finger at a group of battleships high above in the sky and cut them into pieces with a thin but terribly powerful beam of his energy, laughing as he so easily disintegrated the efforts of entire civilizations, turning thousands of years of technological evolution into nothing but a burning comet of garbage falling to the ground. "Why should a bunch of losers be allowed to pretend they are kings, and gods, and males, and powerful, when they are nothing but dirt...? Killer should just teach them all their place."

"That... is not... what he wants." Ira replied, but the words didn't seem to want to leave her throat, and the hunger she felt grew more cruel and uncontrollable by the second. She tried to move away from the lioness, but Sekhmeth only smiled and leaned down to kiss at her throat, one hand moving slowly up to seize a huge breast while the other worked rapidly in and out of the cobra's sex. Ira felt her mind growing numb, overwhelmed by lust and ferocious hunger, and much as she tried to clear her thoughts she only seemed to sink deeper into that dark, hot well. Killer's aura washed over her in waves, with the force of a cataclysm, causing her body to boil with desire, and Sekhmeth added to that, her own powers working to subdue her and cancel her opposition.

"He does not know what he wants. He loves being like this... free, invincible, in charge, with everyone else suffering under his big toe. This is what gives him the most pleasure!" Sekhmeth lustfully growled, and Ira shook her head but didn't manage to counter anything, finding it harder and harder to disagree with the purring voice of the Mighty One. And horribly, suddenly, Ira was assaulted by the awareness that she had already lived those sensations; already experienced that loss of control... and she flexed and turned around to fight, to chase the lioness back, but Sekhmeth only snickered and allowed herself to be shoved back, falling into the bed and dragging the cobra down. Ira raised her fist to hit the lioness, but winced as her mind painfully protested and filled her with even greater hunger instead, freezing her arm in midair, where the goddess of Destruction caught it with affection, hands stroking admiringly over the hard, massive muscle, before she leaned up to kiss the huge bicep. "We are slaves to him, and we love it, don't we...?" Sekhmeth teased, wrapping her powerful legs around Ira's waist and then scissoring, hard, flexing her huge muscles as she twisted to the side, causing Ira to fall down with a grunt of pain and pleasure, surprise and hunger. Ira tried to get up and fight, but the lioness rapidly rolled over and rapidly straddled the fellow goddess, rolling her hips back and forth to grind her soaked sex into the cobra's own hot folds. And Ira let out a hot breath, her tongue lolling out as she clawed into the lioness's hips and bucked hard up against her, so that their juices mixed and squelched audibly together as they moved together, greedily, their huge muscles bulging with the power to annihilate worlds. "His slave goddesses, his favorite toys, his pieces of meat..." Ira growled, reaching up to seize one of Sekhmeth's enormous breasts, squeezing into it almost viciously while she turned her head to the side to gaze at Killer in the distance, panting in delight as he caught the sword of an attacking god and snapped it in half like it was a toy, seizing the broken tip and stabbing it right through the chest of another godling who lunged against his back, hard enough to impale that lesser being and heft him skywards in the same easy, almost playful movement. Ira bucked hard as she heard the howl of agony of that broken god, and she laughed darkly when Killer's other hand balled into a fist and smashed right through the skull of the owner of the sword, sending his body crashing back into the other monsters while his head burst apart in a splatter of crimson. "We are just his property, and his alone..." Ira adoringly breathed, before her eyes flashed with energy and rage as she saw the lioness smirking in triumph. The cobra bucked hard enough to send the goddess of destruction flying off her lap, and immediately she caught her between her mighty legs, hefting her up like she weighted nothing and crushing her between her bulging quads. Bones creaked audibly and blood burst out of Sekhmeth's mouth, her eyes bulging in surprise and pain as she let out a grunt that was not without a note of pleasure, and then Ira leaned up with a snarl, barking: "And that means that we will do what he says. He has chosen to walk a path of Light, and that's where we will head. We will do as he commands!"

Sekhmeth grinned gamely at that and her eyes glinted with delight even as she worked hard to pry those unforgiving legs open, her arms bulging with power as she wrestled against those incredible quads... but Ira did not relent, only gritting her fangs with a growl that was as much of pleasure as it was of rage. The lioness winced in pain but drew back one knee and began to viciously drive it into the cobra's abs, once, twice, thrice... until even Ira's steely, powerful abdomen dented inwards and made her cough up a little splatter of blood. Sekhmeth immediately leaned down to seize her throat and choke her, but Ira caught her hands in midair and began to wrestle her backwards, even as the lioness managed to slip free of her killer-thighs. "I am his sewer, I am his condom, I am his to break, to destroy, to do with as he pleases. I am His!" Sekhmeth eagerly roared, leaning down muzzle to muzzle with the cobra as they grappled, their hands locked in a duel of raw strength that would have turned entire solar systems into dust without them ever noticing. "I am His! And I will be the one who reminds him of who he really is: the omnipotent master of all, the Beast, the Monster that conquers and destroys everything without needing to lift a single finger! I will help him unleash his limitless power, and then he will see just how pathetic the universes are in front of his glory!" Sekhmeth snarled, before half-kissing, half-biting into the cobra's face, causing Ira to growl in pain and ecstasy at once. "Why should he care for the microbes around him? Worlds shaped by weak, false divinities unworthy of being compared to the hair of his crotch! He will ravage and destroy them as he sees fit, and the bugs will thank him for it, worthless specks of dirt that they are!" The lioness eagerly continued, and Ira couldn't help but shudder in delight at the idea, as countless images of worlds crying and groveling before the huge male filled her mind, but she closed her eyes and attempted to force them out of her brain, shoving hard upwards against Sekhmeth and swinging up one leg to ram her knee into the lioness's side, knocking her over. With a swift, powerful movement, Ira turned the table and crushed the goddess of destruction down into the bed, growling as she headbutted her face as hard as she could, blood spraying up from the impact as the lioness' muzzle loudly creaked. "You traitorous whore!" The cobra barked, flexing her massive musculature as she pushed down hard against Sekhmeth, who only grinned in vicious amusement from behind the streaks of blood coming out of her broken nose and bruised forehead. The cobra wrestled the lioness to try and force their joined hands down against her throat, but Sekhmeth was terribly strong and resisted, actually pushing back with a roar and nearly managing to punch their joined hands hard into Ira's sternum. The cobra snarled in fury and moved forwards, squeezing the lioness's torso between her legs and making her ribs creak loudly before managing to tear one hand free, balling it in a fist and striking down at her face. The impact was brutal, but Sekhmeth had the exact same idea and struck back, and they glared at each other, the lioness wearing a snarling grin on her face while Ira actually grimaced in barely restrained fury and disgust. Suddenly, everything was clear: Killer's recurrent nightmares were not nightmares at all, but memories of things he had done for real. Every time he had visited the arena, Sekhmeth had managed to make him lose control... worse, she had been able to take control of the minds of whoever had escorted him. Ira's eyes bulged as her mind filled with confuses flashes of the past, which showed other fights against the lioness; other piles of wet, sweaty and excited bodies rolling over on the terrace; grinning faces lost in a haze of lust and cruel hunger as they admired Killer while he raped, desecrated, destroyed, ravaged. Ira trembled in rage and horror and despair, realizing how many times she had failed him, and moreover understanding, with horror, that she was not going to win the fight against Sekhmeth. No. That was a duel they had already fought several times, and the lioness had always ended up on top, in control, while Ira had allowed her unyielding discipline to give way to her endless lust. She could feel her body betraying her once more, her excitement causing her heart to race, her blood to boil, her juices to squirt out of her, her muscles to flex with need and with excess vigor. She could feel her mind getting hazy even as she suddenly understood what was happening and what had happened... It was a discovery she had already made in other occasions, but every time she had fallen under the combined spell of Killer's dark presence and of Sekhmeth's domination. She was going to forget it all. She was going to fail him. She was going to cheer him on while he behaved like the monster he had sworn to never again incarnate. "You traitor!" Ira roared, clawing into Sekhmeth's throat and choking her with all her strength, but the lioness's eyes only glowed with greater energy and with deeper ecstasy as she rasped: "This is what he truly is. And there is nothing wrong in it. Law? What is law if not his whim? Rights? What rights do we have, other than being what he wants us to be? He is invincible!" Sekhmeth cackled and slammed her hand into Ira's sternum, knocking her back with a breathless cry of pain that became a gargle as the lioness's hand seemed to burst in flames, dark energy burning out of her and invading the cobra, poisoning her with the same vicious hunger, so intense that Ira's eyes began to lose their emerald shade to become pitch black, merciless and insatiable. "He decides what is right and what is wrong, and we must obey! Whether the bugs like it or not is irrelevant. They can't even match the strength in his little toe... how can they demand any kind of attention? They are dirt, unworthy of consideration." Sekhmeth grinned widely as she indoctrinated the cobra with soft words dripping with lust, but Ira still resisted, pushing back with violent force, trying to break free as she growled: "You want to turn him into that monster, just so you can be his priestess and write his law on his behalf... but you are insane, bitch! Don't you understand the he cannot be controlled? You are unleashing a monster who will just throw you into his mouth and then spit out your skeleton if you try to control him!"

"No, Ira, you are wrong." Sekhmeth easily replied, touching the cobra's cheek with genuine gentleness and gazing at her with soft amusement. "You are wrong, Ira. You think I do not love him. You think I want to use him. But I love him. I adore him. And I don't want to control him. I know all too well that it is impossible anyway, even if I wanted to. No, I just want to set him free, and give him what he truly wants and deserves: supremacy. And if he decides to devour me, I will cheer him on. I will thank him, for it would be an honor greater than I could ever deserve!" The lioness grinned in vicious, dark delight, her body shuddering with ecstasy at the thought and her nectar squirting out of her black-fleshed passage, washing over the rings in her labia. "Who between us is the traitor, Ira...? You are trying to resist; you are trying to slow down his ascension; you don't want him to establish his supremacy. Who is the traitor, huh...?" Sekhmeth asked, and her voice became cold and dangerous as she clawed into the cobra's muzzle, drawing blood from it as she growled: "I will do anything he commands, and nothing for anyone else. I will let my own starve and die, to serve him. I will suffer in agony, only to see him smile. I'll feed him my children for breakfast if he so commands. If he orders me to destroy the holiest, most peaceful of beings, I will do it with joy. Because he is God. He is Everything. He is the Beginning and the End. He is why I was born in the first place: I want to serve him, I want to help him hurt and conquer and destroy and corrupt. It's what I've always wanted... to find the One, the Only, and to have him ruling me and guiding me and showing me the way and using me. I crave nothing more than to terrorize and ruin and scare and hurt for him!"

"This is not what he wants!" Ira countered, halfway between furious and horrified, but Sekhmeth shoved her backwards with an explosion of sudden, brutal power that made her wince in agony, dark fire burning through her entire system while the lioness roared: "Traitor! You want him to continue hiding his true strength! You bitch; are you scared of him devouring you? Are you not ready to lick the stains of blood and corpses from his feet, to drink and swallow his piss, to clean his ass with your face, your tongue? It is beyond what we deserve! And it is a Heaven we do not deserve to be drowned in his cum, to be beaten, butchered, and destroyed by his mighty hands, to be torn apart by him, to serve however he desires. What I want is what He commands me to want: what I love is what He tells me to love. This is true devotion, bitch! You are unworthy of the collar he blessed you with!"

Sekhmeth was insane with need and adoration, her mind and soul in tatters, pulped and smeared all over Killer's cock. She was willing to do literally any and every thing, and Ira stared at her in shock, recoiling in front of that aggression. Being told that she was unworthy of her collar hurt her far worse than the kicks and the punches, but her faith was strong and she knew that her devotion was absolute. She was sure of knowing what Killer wanted... and this wasn't it. "I have the collar and you don't, because my devotion includes following him and helping him on the path of Light. Because he chose to walk it. You think I wouldn't love to offer myself as a sacrifice? I would not hesitate. But that's not what he wants from us."

Sekhmeth, however, refused to listen or simply couldn't understand her message, because she only grinned savagely and nodded, licking her lips before growling: "Of course you would not... nobody can resist, nobody can hesitate. His word is the only true law! And whenever he will choose to give me meaning with the might and power of his body and his beyond-godlike cock, I will be greater than you. I will better than you and everything else. I will have more worth in me than the entire universe. I will be nothing but his cum-drenched slut, but to be under his gaze is worth more than Heaven and Hell. To be in his shadow is to be crushed and destroyed and yet to be given the true meaning of life. To be the dirt beneath his toes is more than any of us deserve, more than I have ever, will ever earn!"

And in front of those words Ira nodded in agreement, letting out a hot breath supercharged with lust before breathing: "We are his tender pieces of tasty meat... and that makes us greater than the stars, stronger than the gods, bigger than the universe. Being his slaves makes us more than queens, more than empresses, more than mere goddesses..."

"And once I've given him what his heart truly desires I will be his favorite!" Sekhmeth cackled, her whole body burning with ecstasy and need. "I will take Alexis's place... I will be a zero to him, but Infinity for everyone else. Beyond description, beyond comparison... unrivalled, envied, feared, loved, hated, worshipped, revered!" The lioness roared, then flexed her impressive musculature and began to smash her fists into the cobra, each blow rattling the entire planet as deep crack exploded open in the dark stone beneath and around them. Ira shielded herself with her arms and threw all her body weight and power against the goddess of destruction, knocking her back against a wall of stone which crumbled like a mere biscuit, their godlike bodies tearing through it and the terraces of the arena as they wrestled. Ira slammed a punch in the lioness's abs that was powerful enough to heft her off the ground and send her crashing into the wreckage of the arena, sinking deep into the stone, but Sekhmeth only laughed and grinned gamely, pushing out of the crater and ducking under the following roundhouse kick, which Ira slashed out with such force that the shockwave cut through the arena like a knife through butter, causing the top of the immense wall to collapse outwards into space. Sekhmeth barreled forwards with a cackle and wrapped her huge arms around the reptile's waist, tackling her to the ground with terrifying force, smashing the cobra deep into the earth before pulling up both fists as she howled: "I will be his servant and he will be the Only, and you will not stop me. You can either be an obedient and devoted slave, or a dead one!"

Ira snarled and arched her back, using all of her strength to throw Sekhmeth out of balance just as the lioness slammed down both of her hands in a deadly tomahawk, narrowly missing the cobra and striking the ground with enough force to crack the arena in half, magma erupting through the vast canyon that opened across the entire planet.

Killer felt the tremor and the explosion of magma; even felt the energies in the air, but he did not understand or imagine what was happening, because he was surrounded by too many divinities, too many attacks, too many energy signatures at once. Flashes of light and fire filled his vision as countless alien divinities hit him with everything they had to throw, and his mind sizzled painfully, his brain seeming to be smashing into his skull, trying to get out of his head as an army of psychics tried to break into his thoughts and control him. His body was repeatedly hit from all sides and his blood streaked down from several wounds while many others vanished rapidly, regenerating almost as quickly as they were inflicted on him, while he gritted his fangs as his blood boiled with a mix of delight, hunger and agony. There was a burning, never ending underlining pain cursing through his system, but even though it tormented him he welcomed it. Because that pain was power. It came from all the energy he was reaping out of the gods he slaughtered, as the blood and gore under his feet and all over his body boiled and bubbled and melted down, feeding him with yet more strength. It made him grin gamely as he dodged the slash of a massive blade-arm as a divinity resembling a gigantic praying mantis crashed down from the sky and attempted to decapitate him, turning its sharp, elongated head to hiss against him in an incomprehensible language that hurt his ears, before the bug-beast spun around with a flap of his ethereal wings and swung its other arm out in a horizontal cut at neck level. Killer ducked under the assault and closed the distance with a merciless cackle as he smashed his spiked knee into the beast's leg and heard the exoskeleton crack loudly, the limb bending backwards in a horrible way while he grabbed the mantis's arm just beneath the shoulder and yanked on it hard enough to rip it right off, sending a splatter of green, dense blood flying up in the air. The mantis stumbled backwards with a hiss of agony and anger, and he spat a jet of black, acid poison in Killer's direction, while a multitude of Disciples swarmed over him, attempting to block him in place. They were humanoid in shape but still clearly more akin to bugs due to their four large eyes, their stinger-like tail and the organic armor of bone covering bodies otherwise apparently made of nothing but white chords of muscles. Their steel-like stingers viciously stabbed into his hard body, but most of the time they bounced painfully back, crumpled and damaged, leaving behind only scratches... the problem was their poison, which burned into Killer's flesh with terrible ease and caused ugly bubbles to swell out all around the contaminated areas. The liger moved backwards with a snarl and ducked under the jet of black poison, slashing the Mantis's blade-arm into the swarm of bug-disciples and cutting several in halves, sending them crashing to the ground, before he spun the torn limb around and stabbed it like a knife into the mantis's healthy leg, tearing through the thigh from side to side. The bug-god howled in agony and flapped its many wings to fly out of range, but two of Killer's tentacles whip-lashed upwards and tore into his back, ripping the wings apart in an explosion of motes of energy that were immediately drawn into the liger's body. Dark flames erupted into being all over Killer's body as the bug-warriors continued to assault him from all sides and loud shrieks of agony rose to the sky as the creatures were greedily enveloped in that inferno and consumed down into ashes, while their comrades scattered away from the fire and watched in horror as the liger caught their falling lord and master in midair, his fingers crushing his throat as the flames spread all over the mantis's body, making him kick wildly at the air, claw at the liger's wrist, howl in agony and denial as he desperately tried to get away. Within seconds the mantis's body withered away to a blackened husk, but then a massive creature, a bulky statue made of huge steel blocks, barreled in and dropped his shoulder as he roared and aimed straight for the liger's back, his steps rattling the ground while enormous, ragged and cruel blades pushed out of his arms, beginning to spin wildly as the various blocks composing his body began to move independently. Killer tossed the burning corpse away and turned around with a snort of contempt, backstepping to avoid a wild swing of the gigantic arm of the golem, the blades spinning mere inches away from his face, and the metallic creature charged like a raging bull, trying to smash right into the liger, who hopped easily out of the way and almost playfully kicked the enormous god in the square, solid butt, sending him crashing into other divinities.

"Out of my way, bunch of losers!" Howled the golem, carelessly crushing a smaller divinity under his cruel, enormous feet of iron and knocking several more sprawling like pins, spreading his terrible arms as the blades continued to spin faster and faster, tearing limbs and bodies and faces apart in a shower of blood and life fluids of various colors. "He is mine!"

"Bring it, bitch. Come on..." Killer easily replied, grinning gamely as he beckoned for the crude, ferocious giant to attack again. The golem was enormous, with Killer's eyes barely level with the beast's chest, and many of the other gods, much smaller than him, hurriedly broke formation to let the titan pass as he slammed his oversized fists into the ground and moved like a gorilla, advancing in great bounds. At the same time, another god pulled up from the right flank, shouldering an enormous cleaver sword, his arms made of bones and sticking outwards with a multitude of spikes and blades and thorns, his hands made by long, flexible talons eternally enveloped in dark fire. Killer gazed sideways at this new threat, much smaller than him yet very evidently dangerous. He resembled Elelyon, to the point that Killer would have said the two belonged to the same race - if Elelyon can be defined as a race at all... - and must have had roughly the same age. The resemblance ended there, however, because this god radiated malice and cruelty where Elelyon was kindness and serenity. His features were distorted, made ghastly by the darkness filling him, turning his face into a pale mask of bone marked by crimson symbols around the eyes and on the forehead. The same crown of non-horns that topped Elelyon's head adorned the skull of that creature as well, but these were as sharp and deadly as swords and crackled with negative energy. The alien was a Destroyer, the polar opposite of Elelyon, and Killer couldn't help but wonder if the two had ever met, and how their power levels compared. But then the steel golem leapt against him, and Killer braced for impact, lashing out his own fist and striking the beast's far larger knuckles. The impact was tremendous, and the shockwave exploding from it was terrifying, blasting Killer backwards with a grunt of surprise and pain, while the crowd of divinities and monsters all around them was battered away like a bunch of fallen leaves. The golem stumbled backwards slightly but grinned widely, showing off two rows of huge, square teeth of polished metal, inserted into massive jaws which had the power to truncate a steel beam like a bread stick. Killer caught himself without falling over, but the impact had been far worse than he could have imagined and it reverberated through his body with incredible violence, while the golem was happy to immediately charge forwards again, cackling: "Surprised, kitty-cat...? Let me show you who is the strongest!" The golem smashed both of his gigantic fists into the ground and the arena around them seemed to completely disintegrate, enormous blocks of stone shifting and bursting upwards while many others shattered into deadly slivers and spikes that shot into Killer like shrapnel while he was thrown off his feet and sent flying. "I'm the strongest! I am Cratos! And I will be the king of all gods!" The golem roared, effortlessly hefting an immense spike of dark stone out of the broken ground and hurling it like a javelin towards the liger. Killer grunted at that, glaring down at his rival while smashing his fist into the incoming projectile, disintegrating it into a cloud of dust.

Countless gods fired at him from down below, and a multitude of spheres of energy crashed into his chest, exploding with enormous force... but even though the first few caught him by surprise and tore deep wounds in his flesh, the following ones were absorbed into his form and their force helped him regenerate, until the ugly gashes vanished completely from sight. Cratos didn't seem able to fly, because he preferred to heft up an even larger chunk of the broken planet, tossing it into the sky like he was throwing a pebble, and Killer snorted pushed his hands out, catching the gigantic boulder as it rushed towards him like a meteor, made incandescent by attrition with the toxic atmosphere of the arena. The liger hefted the immense spike of stone above his head and turned towards the fleets orbiting high above, grinning as the battleships uselessly fired their weapons at him while he roared and pulled back his arm, until he hurled his oversized missile against an enormous flagship in the vanguard of one of the fleets.

The chunk of stone shattered in several pieces with the violence and speed of the throw, but that if possible made the attack even more tremendous, as the largest of the boulders smashed into the bow of the flagship, blowing it open like it was made of paper, while another large chunk tore through the tower and the bridge, tearing out of the back of the armoured structure and dragging out pieces of machinery and countless bodies that floated helplessly away in the emptiness of space. Another battleship sailing close to the flagship was pelted with three other massive pieces of stone that ripped open its flank and knocked a gun turret out of its well. But then another of the fleets began to manoeuvre, and Killer turned to face that threat... before spinning around as his instinct anticipated his senses. The god that resembled Elelyon flew up behind him and slashed his claw into his spine, and the wave of negative energy that exploded out of that cruel talon was so intense that Killer stumbled forwards and vomited blood, his eyes closing for a moment as he uselessly tried to process that tormenting energy and make it his. It refused to be tamed, and it continued burning savagely within him, making it hard to think, to move, to even read his own senses as he turned around to slam his hand into the flat of the Destroyer's blade, knocking it away from him. The reptilian creature swung up one bony arm, and the chorded muscle keeping the large blades and spikes tied together elongated and snapped through the air as the limb became a saw-toothed whip that crashed into Killer's legs, making him wince in pain as the huge thorns tore deep enough to slam into the bone.

"I'm Cronos, beast, and your secret will be mine!" The Destroyer barked, a vicious grin on his skull-like face, his eyes flashing as he yanked the whip hard backwards, dragging Killer forwards as the spikes of bone ripped his thigh open with a splatter of blood. The liger lashed out his fist, but the image ahead of him became ethereal and his arm passed uselessly through it, before the ghost-like figure lunged against him and tore right through his chest. Killer grunted in agony as he felt an unnatural, impossible coldness running through his system, freezing him stiff for a moment as his very soul seemed to become nothing but a frail statue of ice... and then Cronos became solid again and smashed both of his feet into the liger's back, sending him crashing into the flat, rectangular deck of a massive warship pulling up ahead. Killer fell like a meteor, unable to break out of the cold, agonizing immobility his body had fallen into, but two of his tentacles were still able to slash up into Cronos, slamming him first to one side, then to the other, before another couple of tentacles stabbed viciously into his back... but the god became ethereal again, and they tore through nothing but spirit, before being frozen stiff and frail, disintegrating into a cloud of fragments.

Killer crashed into the adamantine deck of the warship, hard enough to dent it inwards as he bounced painfully off before managing to claw into the deck and haul himself into a crouch, wincing as the stumps of his broken tentacles flailed wildly in the air, trembling as that unnatural, terrible coldness traveled down them, preventing their regeneration. Heavy artillery cannons fired against him from the far end of the deck, where a castle-like superstructure blotted out much of the sky, hiding the few and pale stars, and Killer snarled in fury as the enormous darts slammed into him, again and again, crumpling against his massive body and bouncing uselessly away as he flexed his enormous musculature and straightened, catching two of the massive rods in midair like they weren't even moving at all and hurling them back against the gun towers, striking two of them and causing two great explosions that rocked the entire warship.

A multitude of warriors clad in powered armors rushed forwards on the flat deck, their steel "feet" clanking on the platform, and Killer turned to face them with a snort of contempt: they were all disciples and worshippers of Cronos, and their eyes glowed soullessly with the same kind of energy that he had seen in the Destroyer's expression. They fired a barrage of missiles and an endless deluge of bullets that crashed into his chest and tapered all over his body, but Killer only slashed out his tentacles again, striking down into their ranks and crushing two dozen robotic armors into nothing but wreckage sizzling with electricity and caked with gore, before sweeping many more off to the opposite sides, sending many flying off the edges of the deck, where they spun wildly in the low gravity of space... before being caught by the gravity force of the arena, beginning to fall faster and faster, until the speed became too much and the cockpits crumpled like tin cans. "More... give me more, vermin..." Killer growled in terrible, vicious hunger as his enormous tentacles rolled into the gore and absorbed all that organic matter, adding it all to his strength, to his size, to his might. The two broken tentacles finally regenerated, growing even longer and stronger than before as the disciples in the powered armors looked up and fired at them with every weapon they had, gatling guns spinning until they overheated as they vomited torrents of bullets against the appendages, but it was all useless and pitiful at that point and the two gargantuan members dived down from the sky to crush two of the larger armors, singling them out in the middle of the army and crushing them out of existence in a cloud of blood and wreckage before tearing right through the battleship's armoured deck as well, thrusting deep inside the vessel. Inside, the ship felt warm, soft, almost welcoming: the inner bulkheads were not armoured and they tore apart like nothing but soaked paper as the two tentacles savagely tore through room after room, invading corridors like they were gigantic, otherworldly predator snakes that crushed the helpless mortals inside, coiled around entire groups and then squished them all into pulp. The carnage inside the flagship was unimaginable and the Disciples fighting on the deck stared in horror as a literal wave of liquefied gore and fluids and blood bubbled out around the immense tentacles, before Killer spread his arms with a roar, his immense form growing even further, his muscles swelling even larger, harder, chorded to a definition beyond perfection, radiating such tremendous physical power that the warship's structure was noisily bent and crumpled out of shape without him needing so much as lifting a finger. The castle superstructure was crushed inwards like it was made of paper as Killer's other tentacles mercilessly stabbed down into the crowd of disciples, sending up a terrifying red mist and smashing enormous breaches in the armoured hull, his appendages tearing in from one side and ripping out of the other, growing longer and thicker and sprouting terrible spikes and thorns and ridges of black metal as they effortlessly tear through the twelve miles of length of the flagship. Killer looked back and forth in disgust at the weakness of everything around him, and he hefted up one huge foot and then stomped upon twenty of more powered armors, squashing them flat in one mere instant, turning the godlings inside into nothing but ugly smears of blood under his toes, leaving them barely enough time to begin screaming in terror. "Give me more!" Killer roared, challenging the fleets spread out around him as he grew again, his eyes glowing with terrifying hunger and lust, the stars in the distance flickering in and out of existence, their light dimming out as even their energy was devoured by his growing form.

He strode forwards, crushing the army of disciples into nothing but horrendous red stains on the crumpled deck of the warship, deformed and cratered by his vast footprints, and he walked right past the deformed castle, looking down at him with contempt as his monstrous cock, still mostly flaccid and yet so great and massive to dwarf the superstructure, swung majestically forwards with his step and slammed into ruined tower, crushing it to dust that rolled over the stern along with a wave of debris that squashed or washed overboard what remained of Cronos's guard. Killer's precum, leaking out of his titanic member in a thick, tough rope, smacked the armoured deck with enough force and mass to dent it, and the tremendous heat and potency of the virile gunk began to melt the hull of the battleship, even though it was covered in thermal shields that could withstand the re-entry into even the most dense and aggressive of atmospheres. Killer laughed, watching as combat armors were crushed down to the ground by the enormous load of precum, and he grinned viciously as the robots and the disciples inside each were rapidly burned out of existence, while gigantic throw-away sperms bigger than sharks chased after the terrified survivors, devouring them like tender morsels or squashing them under their huge mass or slapping them into pieces with their muscular tails. Killer strolled easily all the way to the stern of the flagship, careless of the lives he took with every step, uninterested by the agony of the countless destroyed under him, while his tentacles still searched and tore through bulkheads and structures and whole ships around him, ripping apart bodies, devastating entire families in great, powerful thrusts. The flagship groaned and creaked pathetically as the immense tentacles ravaged its insides and whip-lashed out through the armoured hull, ripping it apart and sending debris, corpses and wreckage floating in space or raining down into the arena far below, before the titanic appendages all swung in different directions, tearing what remained of the hull completely asunder as they arched up in the air around Killer, displaying the countless corpses impaled and worn like long strings of candy on his black, endless members, and yet the great dark god barely acknowledged their existence, even as their lives, their bodies, their very blood were absorbed into him, another tiny drop in an ever growing ocean. Their everything was his nothing, his superfluous. They were lucky he granted them the undeserved honor of feeding him, and as he gazed idly down at the chain of his Seal, still showing no signs of being any closer to snapping, Killer grinned predatorily and licked his muzzle. "More... I want more... Cronos, where are you? Stop me, if you can! Isn't this your fleet?" Killer laughed darkly as he stomped hard on top of the gigantic engine block of the ruined flagship, shattering its control surfaces and snuffing out the plasma thrusters like they were nothing but candles, before he turned to the side as his tentacles stretched through space aiming for the battleships orbiting around the wreck of the flagship. Two of the monstrous, ridged tentacles tore into the flank of the nearest warship and pierced out of the opposite side like the great vessel was nothing but a drawing on a piece of paper, and the cannons that continued to desperately fire against the liger only made it look even more forlorn and pathetic as the dark god flexed and his tentacles whip-lashed upwards, tearing through the superstructure and breaking the vessel in three great chunks of wreckage that began to float helplessly away, sowing corpses and rubble in the cold emptiness of space. The other two tentacles wrapped around two other warships and Killer arched his back and flexed, laughing at the obscene ease of it all as both ships crumpled like empty cans, their adamantine hulls unable to resist his tremendous strength as he yanked the warships hard towards him and then hurled them against the rest of the fleet, grinning as the vessels broke formation and desperately tried to avoid a collision... but they were way too slow, and the two battleship turned projectiles tore through one, two, five, seven other vessels, causing a series of immense explosions as their nuclear cores imploded. There were no flames as those died away immediately when the thin bubble of atmosphere surrounding the vessels was dispelled and the emptiness of space rapidly replaced all of the oxygen, but enormous pieces of wreckage were hurled all around in a storm, pelting many more warships and squishing countless of the warriors and powered armors crowding the flat decks, leaving behind clouds of droplets of blood and pieces of gore that floated sinisterly in the darkness. The other warships attempted to veer away and escape, but Killer snorted in contempt and dragged them all back with his psychic force, eyes glowing with a ferocity that put the stars to shame. "I'm afraid you are my breakfast now... nobody is allowed to leave." Killer taunted, stretching his right arm towards a large battleships covered in enormous batteries of missiles and gun towers, grinning as he saw the gun barrels glowing and deformed due to the heat caused by the succession of barrages it had fired against him. The missile cells were all empty as well, and Killer couldn't help but flex his enormous musculature, growing even further as he amusedly said: "Looks like you've been hard at work all this time... sorry for not coming to you earlier, but I could not feel you." And it was true, horribly, and the crew of the ship could see that all too clearly by the lack of bruises on his arms and his masculine chest. None of their direct hits had achieved any effect, and now they could only cry in terror as all four tentacles rushed towards them, surrounding their ship with walls of blood-stained invincible flesh and impossible, adamantine black metal jutting with cruel, sawtooth ridges. There was a collective, terrible shriek that somehow echoed through even the emptiness of space before the four titanic members ground into each other, crushing the ship between their powerful bodies, annihilating it and ridiculing the years of work that an entire planet had to put in its construction.

"You think you are powerful, but you are just a brute, a monster who only knows how to grow bigger than his opponent. Wiser gods know the vulnerability that maxing out one's size causes... and I will give you a lesson in that." Cronos angrily hissed, and his cold voice tore directly into Killer's brain, making him grunt in surprise and annoyance. Killer turned around, sensing the presence of the divinity behind his back, but he froze mid-movement as he also felt him appearing on the opposite side, and on the right, and on the left... before he recoiled in pain as an incredibly loud and confused noise exploded in his skull, sending blood spraying out of his nose, mouth and ears as he stumbled backwards... but failed to move at all.

A sensation of coldness and powerlessness that he had unfortunately already experienced in other occasions wrapped around him like a blanket and squeezed with enough force to make him groan in pain, his eyes bulging in shock as realized that he was not just frozen in time, but forced to go back. He stared as the last battleship he had destroyed reappeared, its pieces moving back in their intended positions and the cracks and fissures vanishing while his tentacles were forced back, away from its hull. Killer attempted to resist, but the forces pushing against his body were tremendous and he was spun around and forced back in the position he had occupied several moments earlier, before Cronos fizzled into sight... multiple times.

One Cronos flew between his tentacles and chopped them with a swing of his enormous sword, the blade lengthening and glowing a bright golden color. But at the same time, Cronos was also behind Killer, grinning widely as he stabbed his great sword forwards, thrusting it right between the liger's shoulders and using all his strength to ram it in down to the hilt, even as the blade cracked and pieces of it fell loose when the dark god flexed and the massive muscles nearly broke the weapon in two. And Cronos was in front of Killer at the same time, cackling as he twisted sideways to avoid his own blade pushing out of the liger's chest while he formed a spear of dark metal and gleefully slammed it into the titan's abs, again and again. And there was another Cronos on either side, too, one armed with a massive warhammer that he smashed into the liger's head, knocking it hard to the side and sending blood exploding out of his broken muzzle, while the other created a cruel curved saber and slashed it down against the feline's throat.

Killer closed his eyes with a snarl of agony and yanked hard against the fabric of time, muscles bulging as his body grew enormously, energy crackling around him in tremendous bolts that propagated from a warship to the next, melting their armour like it was made of butter, but every gain he made was cancelled as time flew backwards a little more, forcing him back into his starting stance. Spike-like scales of black metal pushed out of the sides of his neck as he focused on protecting himself, and within an instant that formidable natural armor spread over his chest and down his arms, and the saber shattered on impact, failing to decapitate him and exploding in a hailstorm of slivers instead. Killer's form turned black and metallic, even his muzzle covered by the dark alloy, as the elongated "scales" formed a flexible, almost fluid-like cover that did not restrict his movements at all but made him almost invulnerable, covering even his gigantic shaft with a series of cruelly ridged plates much like the ones on his tentacles. His eyes glowed an icy, murderous sapphire as he grinned up into Cronos's eyes, before the scales clanged down like a guillotine on the sword and on the spear, cutting them into pieces. The Cronos-es recoiled in shock, gaping at the useless pole and hilt of the sword while the two blades were crushed and absorbed into Killer's body as the liger spread his massive arms and flexed, fully armoured and now armed with a terrible set of spike-blades pushing out of his back and down his spine, as well as cruel "boots" of black metal ending in terrifying talons. The tentacles of the liger pulled back behind him and rapidly regenerated, rearing up high in the air around the titan before lashing out in different directions, ripping through a dozen warships like they were nothing but toy models. "Nice trick, Cronos... how far back can you go? You saved only one ship. What about the rest of your nice little fleet?" Killer teasingly enquired, pushing against the fabric of time with his tremendous physical strength and breaking free with such ease to make the reptilian god shiver in horror, before lazily extending his arm to point a finger at the warship that had just been rebuilt and brought back from oblivion. A thin ray of dark energy exploded out of his claw and shot through the battleship, piercing it from bow to stern and then cutting it cleanly in half along the vertical, like it was made of nothing but butter. Cronos stumbled backwards with a grunt of shock and exertion, blood leaking out of his nose as energy crackled around him and reality trembled, out of tune with the flow of time he had distorted. He was panting, and he could only stare while that tiny beam of energy cut through ship after ship after ship as Killer idly pointed his finger and cut whole fleets into bits, leaving behind floating metallic wreckage that glowed a brilliant white at the edges, where the god's energies had superheated and liquefied the adamantine alloys.

Cronos trembled in fury as his worshippers were burned out of existence along with their ships, and he clenched his hands into fists as his eyes became bottomless pit of ghastly white light and his body began to grow greater and greater, doubling with each breath he took as he spread his arms and roared: "I am the master of Time, and I will force you back to when you were a suckling, if I have to!"

Killer snorted in contempt at the claim, even as the reptilian god grew immensely, soon dwarfing him, grinning down at him with cruel glee as time began to distort and circle around him, dragging the wreckage of shattered battleships into a vortex and that rebuilt them and everybody inside their hulls. The power of the Destroyer was fearsome, but slow: Killer could still resist as the waves from the terrible vortex smashed into his front and attempted to force his body to regress to when he was younger and weaker. The liger charged forwards as his wings exploded into being with a flash of black fire, propelling him upwards into the tornado of time, and he spun around the immense pieces of broken warships, aiming straight for Cronos's face. The god of Time swung his enormous sword down against him, but Killer threw himself to the side and avoided the cut, landing on the weapon's flat side and running along it for a moment before leaping onto the god's gigantic arm. "You see, young god...? You are not all that big and scary. Fighting maxed out all the time is for dumb losers like you!" Cronos barked, and although he laughed it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything, as he slapped his bicep once, twice, thrice, trying to squish Killer like an annoying fly, before blasting him directly with the force of time.

Killer stumbled with a grunt at that, as the metal covering his body rapidly covered in rust and he felt his muscles losing strength as every fiber of his being was forced to age rapidly, but he shielded himself with his arms and leapt off the arm and onto the shoulder of the titanic being, before hurling a small sphere of focused energy right into Cronos's face when he turned to watch his movements. The projectile struck him straight in the muzzle and it exploded with formidable force, knocking the god backwards with a cry of pain and a splatter of blood, while the newly re-created warships opened fire on Killer with everything they had, melting the barrels of their cannons to fire double and triple-shot against him, the huge darts crashing into his back with tremendous force and knocking him out of balance even as they bounced back, crumpled out of shape or literally shattered. Still, he soared up past Cronos's muzzle and pulled back his fist, grinning sharkishly as he teasingly asked: "What if I refuse to stand still?"

The liger's fist struck Cronos between the eyes and smashed him back with terrifying force, his titanic back ramming into a multitude of dwarfed space battleships which exploded into pieces and rained down towards the arena. The god himself grabbed at his face with a shriek of anguish as blood erupted from his caved-in forehead, blinding him, and Killer landed on one of his tentacle-horns, stomping his foot into it hard enough to crack the sharp appendage. He hugged the enormous spike and threw it up with a roar, forcing it to spin upside-down, and he leapt skywards to smash his hands down against it in a tomahawk, hammering the horn into the skull of the god like it was a nail.

Cronos was caught by the gravity force of the arena, and that only added speed to his ruinous fall until he crashed into the battleground, nearly causing the planet to definitively break apart. The god of Time reached up with a angry snarl and tore his horn out of his head, blood spraying all over the ruined arena as he pushed up in a sitting position and pointed his hands at the liger, focusing a rippling ball of waves of Time between his fingers. "I will turn you back into the sperm that generated you!" The god roared, and Killer smirked as he dived down for a new assault, teasing: "Wrong choice. That would still kill you."

Before the liger could strike, however, another gigantic figure blotted out the distant stars, a body so gigantic that it dwarfed even the arena and sent what remained of the fleets of warships scattering in every direction, trying to run away from the fight. It took Killer a moment to understand what he was looking at, but then Cratos spun around and cackled, spluttering acid drool in space as he hurled a literal planet against Killer, throwing it like he would the ball in a match of shot put. It must have been one of the many satellites that had orbited around the gigantic planet that Sekhmeth had shaped into the arena, and now it flew like a missile towards the liger, leaving him gaping in shock. "Cratos is the strongest of all!" the gigantic beast gleefully roared, and Killer felt a sudden burst of rage in front of that claim, just as he was taking a split second decision: dodge, or block. He immediately decided to block, and he grinned as he extended one arm towards the incoming planet, lazily pushing his palm forwards even though he was minuscule in comparison to that ungodly projectile... his force projected ahead of him and it was enough to not only stop the planet in midair but push it back as one face of that unfortunate world was crushed inwards, dented in the shape of an immense hand, the pole deformed by titanic canyons dug by invisible, godlike fingers while magma and molten metal exploded out of deep wounds on the opposite side of the world, where invisible yet powerful talons pierced deep into the planet like it was nothing but an overripe fruit. "Pathetic..." Killer amusedly commented, closing his eyes even as the remaining fleets all targeted him, as uncountable other gods and godlings and their disciples assaulted him, trying to keep him occupied while Cronos accumulated enough winds of Time to destroy him. He took a moment to savor his own strength and to revel in the petty insignificance of the word "god". He was so much more than them, so far greater. Their attacks on him went completely unnoticed. What remained of the combined fleets circled around him and bombarded him with everything they had, raining down rails and hellfire, missiles and magic, as divinities and disciples crowded the flat decks of the carriers and unleashed their powers and abilities against him. It all went all-but-ignored by him as he effortlessly shoved the planet back, hearing it cracking and splitting into pieces. No blast could buffet him, no blade was able to scratch his prodigious physique as lesser gods lunged at him from all sides, no missile could make him so much as blink. He didn't just ridicule their efforts and denied their might: he absorbed their magic, their abilities, their powers, their strength, only growing stronger while they tired themselves out, and yet the Seal continued to glow across his chest. "More. I want more..."

His eyes opened a moment later, glowing with a sapphire light so ferocious and terrible that a ripple of power tore through the vastness of space, rattling the warships like they were nothing but toys and crushing countless gods down to their knees, their eyes filled with the same sapphire light, all their pride vanquished, all their resistance melted away, their brains overwhelmed by slavish adoration and complete submission. His thralls turned against those who had been their comrades until moments before, and many battleships began firing against other vessels, the fleets annihilating each other. A large warships with a flat upper deck was slammed backwards like a toy by the dark god's gaze, and the warrior goddess that had been standing on top, taller and greater than the castle-like superstructure, went down to her knee and bowed her head before turning around to blast a deluge of hellish fire over the fleet of another divinity that had been her ally, consuming the ships down to a black sludge.

"Cratos will tear you apart!" The monstrous metallic beast howled, and he spread his massive arms to send an ocean of molten metal exploding out over the broken planet and past it, a wave smashing into Killer before the adamantine alloy froze over and became solid, trapping his feet in what became a long, thick, smooth platform, with the planet turned into a sphere of cold steel that Cratos picks up as he charged forwards in leap and bounds, exploiting the platform.

A serpent of molten metal slithered out of the planet and wrapped its coils around the beast's arm before solidifying into a massive chain, and Cratos gripped into it with his hand, beginning to swing the planet violently above his head, charging the blow before hurling the sphere against Killer just as it sprouted with a multitude of cruel, terrible thorns. "Cratos is invincible! Cratos is pure power!"

Killer grinned gamely at those claims, looking up fearlessly as the gigantic beast charged forwards on the metallic platform, and he threw himself forwards, ripping his feet free of the adamantine metal like it was nothing more than mud caked upon his boots, shattering a large portion of the impossible, immense floor of steel and sending large, sharp fragments floating up in the emptiness of space... before gripping into them with a thought, hurling all of those titanic blades against Cratos.

The beast recoiled a bit in surprise but then snorted in contempt and simply charged through the cloud of spikes, scattering them as they uselessly bounced off his invulnerable hide just as he swung down the planet-sized flail, cackling cruelly as the spiked ball rushed down against the tiny liger, dragging behind itself a multitude of asteroids, smaller satellite planets and the wrecked remains of dozens of warships. "I'll squash you like the tiny bug you are!"

Killer took on an easy ready position as that ungodly mass of stone and adamantine metals rushed down against him. There was a time in which he wouldn't even been able to imagine a scene like that, of a weapon literally planet-sized and able to tear apart a solar system just by existing, as its mass dragged other planets out of their orbits... but now it all seemed almost insultingly easy. Cheap.

Killer spread his legs wide and braced himself for impact, throwing up his arms as his eyes narrowed and fixed on one of the immense black thorns as it rushed down towards him at fantastic, indescribable speed, and with perfect timing he caught the sharp tip in his hands, roaring as his muscles flexed explosively, energy exploding out of him in enormous bolts of pure force as he skidded backwards but managed to grind the weapon to an halt, with that ungodly spike mere inches away from his face. Immediately, Killer backstepped and then threw himself to the side, yanking the planet hard outwards and then tossing it violently away, and Cratos grunted in shock, stumbling forwards and nearly falling over as the planet dragged him down and the chain tore through even his impenetrable armoured skin. Killer charged immediately forwards, and Cratos snarled as he spotted him, stomping one of his crude, enormous feet down into the platform, causing it to explode upwards in a myriad of deadly spikes and burning slivers that hammered into Killer with vicious force... but failed to penetrated his own metallic form as the liger reached the leg of the titanic monster and smashed his palm forwards into the shin, grinning as the metallic skin dented inwards horrendously and a bone loudly broke inside the limb, before the back of the leg bulged outwards unnaturally. Cratos let out a howl of pain as his foot lost contact with the ground and he fell hard forwards, and Killer leapt up his leg and charged rapidly up his thigh before jumping right up to his ugly, flat face. Cratos's small eyes bulged in surprise and he roared in a mix of fury and shock as he wildly lashed out his colossal fist, but Killer met it with his own, and even though it was countless times smaller it struck with such tremendous force to send burning cracks spreading up the beast's arm, all the way to the shoulder. Cratos recoiled with a cry of agony and disbelief, his fingers broken and his hand going wild off to the side, leaving his face wide open for attack... and Killer used his wings to fly up to his eyes, grinning predatorily before slamming his fist down into it. The impact was devastating, and Cratos crashed backwards with a groan of agony, blood exploding out of a large breach in his thick skull as his eyes went white for a moment, his arms falling limb as he fell over like a corpse... but before Killer could follow him for another strike, another armada of desperate gods assaulted him: they were far smaller than Cratos for the most part and far weaker, and they were horribly aware that their only hope of survival lay in protecting Cratos and Cronos and hoping that the two titans had enough power between them to crush the liger. Killer welcomed them with a snarling grin, catching the blade of a huge sword in his metallic hand and then easily smashing his first behind the wrist of the strangely goat-like god holding it, laughing as blood splattered out everywhere while the limb broke in half like a twig, before he caught the ancient divinity by the long horns and tore him in half like he was a paper doll. Two goddesses grabbed his arms and tried to free their beloved master but they could nothing against Killer's brutal strength and even less against his overwhelming presence: when he gazed down at them, grinning widely, their eyes first bulged, then lost all intelligence and turned ghastly sapphire as cruel and vindictive smiles crested their brain-dead faces, as their minds, their pride, their identities were crushed flat out of existence, all of that replaced by nothing but desire to serve him. By lust and hunger; by slavish adoration of their new master and owner. Slavery and darkness were their new reason of life and their bodies changed to reflect it, their fur turning black, their manes fiery crimson, their flesh scarred by crude, cruel KO marks etched deep into skin and muscle and burning with eternal flames. "Property of Killer" was branded on their buttocks and just above their loins, and they had rulers drawn down the sides of their legs, accompanied by the mark: "not long enough to measure Master". "Killer's cumdump" was etched upon their muzzles, and "Master is All" on their cleavages. They were terrifying, beautiful but soulless, their only role in life to serve Him and expand his reign. They were just new pieces of meat for him to play with, and their past was completely meaningless, their loved ones forgotten, their loyalties modified irreversibly. And they were not the only ones as other goddesses who dared trying to fight him fell over with cries of anguish and ecstasy as they felt their old selves being snuffed out of existence while he molded them like clay, giving them a new form better suited for their new life as Thralls, as toys, as eager whores for him, as words of devotion and duty covered every inch of their bodies; Reserved for God, Killer's fleshlight, Killer-sexual, Killer's toilet and more burning themselves into their flesh, turning them all into a walking, breathing billboards advertising their new status as slave goddesses, expendable toys for him. Queens of distant, alien worlds fell ruinously into the dirt, like Lilith of Hell had before them, and they all became personifications of Hate and Lust. Hate for the worthless geldings that had been their mates and kings; Lust for the only true god, the only true male, the cruel, merciless power that continued to grow limitlessly. Their feet turned into murderous hooves scarred marked with the glowing crimson words: "Master rules" and "Size matters". For the gods and godlings all around, they became the signs of incoming apocalypse as they turned around and began to tear apart everyone, blasting ships of all sizes into smithereens and cutting down their own disciples with merciless, endless hunger.

"He's even stronger than I imagined...!" Sekhmeth cried out in delight, looking up at Killer as blood of all colors and consistencies rained down onto the terrace, which now floated in space along with a thousand other "islands" of stone, large and small, which were the remains of the arena, by now completely broken apart. "I thought that these fleets would put him to the test, but no... it is not enough... it is never enough..." The lioness hoarsely commented, growling in ecstasy even as she wrestled with Ira down against the cold floor, using all of her strength and body weight to keep the cobra pinned down... and even so, Killer's mentor still managed to buck and nearly throw her off, smashing an elbow up into her side hard enough to make her cough blood.

"We need to stop him! He is losing control, this is not what he wants to be! We have to stop him!" Ira snarled, slamming one hand into the floor and pushing herself up, lashing out a brutal kick into Sekhmeth's chest, but the lioness only snarled-laughed and leaned down again, driving her knee into the cobra's spine before seizing into her golden horns to force her to look up at the armoured, glorious dark god.

"Stop him? While he is shattering his limits and approaching omnipotence...?" Sekhmeth countered, grinning widely as she leaned down to teasingly bite at the edge of the cobra's hood, her eyes burning with terrible, endless lust as Killer laughed cruelly, his power exploding through space in terrifying waves as he tore through the army of gods around him by breaking them all apart, one after the other, bathing in their gore as he punched their chests open, ripped their heads off, split them down the middle like biscuits. "Watch, Ira! Watch and help me keep count!" Sekhmeth hungrily breathed, beginning to count one, two, three, four, and more and more as Killer ripped his enemies apart and devoured their energies and skills and knowledge. "Ten..." The huge male caught a gigantic warhammer in his hands, crushing its head like it was made of cheap tin while the armoured, cybernetic god who had swung it against his face struggled uselessly to tear it free of his grip, then deployed a huge curved blade out of his forearm and swung it hard against Killer's neck only to see it shattering like glass against the metallic titan. Another god leapt up from behind the cybernetic creature and blasted a huge beam of focused energy right into Killer's face, but that was a terrible decision as the liger's body rapidly absorbed it all, while Killer lashed up one fist that caught the god in the abdomen, cracking his spine as his whole body seemed to crumple against those metallic knuckles... before huge, curved talon-blades emerged from them and tore through the divinity, ripping him into shreds when Killer dismissively swung his hand upwards. The cyber-god, with his body made of chorded muscle, flexible metal and large tubes coming out of his chest, attempted to retreat as blood and gore rained down on him, but Killer was faster and smashed his massive forearm against his chest and face, smashing him backwards and then breaking him in two bloody halves as spikes and blades of black adamantine metal pushed out of his limb. "Twelve... sixteen..." Killer tentacles brutally whip-lashed into a group of divinities who assaulted the liger's rear and within moments they had wrapped around the entire group and ground it into nothing but a mass of pulp. "Twenty... twenty-four... thirty... Help me, Ira, he is losing patience with his toys, I can't keep up!" Sekhmeth cruelly cackled, and the cobra's chest heaved with predatory ecstasy as she stared upwards at that massacre, feeling her juices bursting out of her as she groaned and arched her back in delight, while the lioness ground her own soaked labia over her muscular back. Ira tried to resist, to keep his mind focused, but Killer's lust was her lust and his presence was unbearable when he let go of his restraints. Caught between Killer and Sekhmeth, prey to her own darkness and her own lust, Ira clawed into the ground and closed her eyes, snarling as she tried to push back, bucking once more to throw Sekhmeth off... but the lioness resisted and hoarsely cried: "Watch this! Fuck, I lost count!"

Ira's lustful curiosity had the upper hand, her eyes burning with insatiable hunger as she peeked upwards... and she moaned in dark delight at the sight of Killer holding out his palm, easily pumping enormous amounts of his dark force into a tiny but super-dense sphere, creating a terrifying black hole. Gods and godlings and entire warships were caught by the terrible gravity pull of the black orb and dragged towards its center as Killer floated calmly away from them, grinning sharkishly at their desperate attempts to break free. Ira trembled in a mix of awe and fear as she saw a dozen of the immense battleships beginning to spin slowly around, turning upside down, completely out of control even as the crews inside angled the thrusters in this direction and that, trying to stabilize their vessels. Hundreds of emergency capsules were fired from the flanks of two of the ships, but all it amounted to was suicide as the tiny pods were yanked down with brutal force and absorbed into the dark sphere, crushed literally out of existence. The fall of the large battleships was much slower, but just as irreversible: Ira couldn't help but lick her muzzle as she felt the male's tremendous power washing over her in angry, ferocious waves that tore through the barrier around the terrace like it wasn't there at all. She saw Cronos trembling even as he continued to accumulate more and more winds of Time, helped by a multitude of disciples and even by other, smaller gods who were aiding him with their energies, spread out in a circle around him and visibly shuddering as they shut their eyes and attempted to stay focused. Killer laughed of them all and his voice seemed to reach every corner of space while his darkness enveloped that corner of the universe, eclipsing stars and suns and precipitating them all in pitch-black obscurity. His body glowed of an impossible, beyond-supernatural black gleam that made him fully visible without providing any of the warm reassurance of light. His eyes burned sapphire, but that only added to the fear and anguish as that hellish, merciless, icy light blinded, surrounded, consumed everything it touched. Ira felt her scales sizzling and her breath caught in her throat, her soul seeming to writhe in agony and delight at once, and she felt the fear - delicious fear, the terror full of adoration that only he could cause in her - that he would cook her alive if only he turned his gaze directly on her. Sekhmeth collapsed on her back and half-hugged her, clawing into her chest as she leaned down and asked in her ear: "Is it... true...? He is... he is... fuck, he is not a god. God is such a petty word to describe him!"

"He is." Ira simply replied, and there was no need to add anything. The two goddesses watched on as the adamantine hulls of the battleships rippled like water, twisting out of shape and then imploding, crumpled like paper as the great vessels were compressed down to the size of little marbles and then absorbed into the expanding black hole's core. Those immense vessels, miles long from bow to stern, powerlessly danced to the tune he set, orbiting around the black core and falling down towards it, and the godlings and disciples crewing them could do nothing to prevent their annihilation. Dozens of ships broke apart like biscuits and spilled corpses and wreckage in space before everything was compressed down to tiny proportions, reality trembling around that merciless furnace of destruction which consumed millions, maybe billions of lives in mere instants. All gods caught in that terrible vortex of destruction ascended to their biggest sizes and to the maximum of their reality-altering potential, dwarfing Killer who still refused to grow any larger, and that only made Sekhmeth and Ira tremble harder, their bodies burning with lust as they tried to imagine what he would be like once ascended. It was hard to imagine, no matter how wild their fantasies. Killer flexed his massive musculature and just thrust his palm forwards, grinning viciously as he pumped an ungodly amount of power into the dark core, swelling it until it was as large as a small planet, and any gain the ascended gods had obtained was immediately reversed. The gigantic, otherworldly creatures cried in agony as they were dragged backwards by an irresistible force, and when they tried to blast Killer with their magic, with their energies or with the force of the Elements they were forced to stare helplessly as everything was devoured by the dark core, sucked out of their hands and only added to the ever growing mass of the black sphere.

"Just think of what he'll be like in a moment, after absorbing Cronos and Cratos as well...!" Sekhmeth hungrily breathed, and Ira nodded, licking her lips as drool leaked from her maw, her body flexing with greedy need, her loins burning with desire as she watched the immense alien gods crashing ruinously against the core of the black hole, trying to count those that were shattered on impact and absorbed greedily, their bodies crumpled out of shape, ripped apart and devoured. Many more were able to resist the absorption, but the impact smashed them hard forwards, breaking their bones and charring their flesh, consuming armour and muscle as terrible, dark energy cursed through their forms, cracking around them in enormous bolts. They did not get very far: the black hole immediately drew them back in while it finished pulverizing their fleets and the lesser divinities, and they crashed again into the super-dense sphere, howling in agony as they spun helplessly in a cyclone of corpses, chunks of metal, gore, wreckage and other unrecognizable material. For most, the second impact was also the last, but the largest and strongest ones bounced forwards once more, their bodies maimed and devastated, their eyes bulging in shock as Killer began to rhythmically clench his hand into a fist, dragging them back with even greater force. Every time his fingers closed up, they were smashed backwards, knocked into each other, knocked flying and spiraling wildly around the core, lost in a nebula made of their own blood and gore, until every last god vanished into the sphere. Ira and Sekhmeth looked on in amazement and ecstasy as Killer snorted in contempt and effortlessly crushed the black hole into a tiny, terrible sphere of glowing darkness which visibly bent reality out of shape, turning its fabric into a frail, rippling veil as it floated slowly back to Killer's hand, landing in his palm. "Looks just like a juicy bit of candy... one tasty morsels containing the strength of hundreds of gods and thousands of disciples and billions of mortals..." Sekhmeth hungrily commented, and Ira breathlessly nodded, feeling the tremendous energy that radiated out of that little sphere as a fearsome silence of death and of terror fell upon seemingly the whole universe as Killer grinned and seized the ball between index and thumb and pulled it up above his head while he hungrily opened his jaws and extended his thick, forked, demonic tongue. "Just... like... candy!" Sekhmeth roared triumphantly, thrusting her fingers almost viciously in and out of her soaked passage as her juices squirted out of her in a hot, pearly cascade that washed down Ira's back. The cobra did her best to resist but she couldn't, her hips bucking wildly even as one hand reached down for her loins, four fingers buried deep inside her eager passage, working rapidly in and out as it clenched in need and ecstasy, spilling its nectar all over the floor. A voice in her head still screamed, still warned her that she should react, that she should fight, that she had to bring Killer back to his senses before it was too late, but another voice, a primal and needy and hungry voice, hoarsely told that Killer was more than just in control... he was supreme. "Just... like... candy!" Ira finally repeated, her eyes fixed on the dark titan floating high above even as she rolled over onto her back, moaning lightly as her labia met Sekhmeth's own lips in a wet, incandescent kiss, and the lioness growled in approval, smiling down at her with eyes that glowed with lust and domination. "Just like that, Ira... yes... isn't this better? Me and you, united in worship of him... united as we cheer for him... united as we witness his ascension to true, unprecedented omnipotence..."

"While his enemies cower in his shadow!" The cobra enthusiastically agreed, grinning sharkishly as the Cratos charged at Killer only to be battered back by a blast of psychic force, while the other gods remaining shrieked to urge Cronos to launch his assaults, while the god of Time cried: "It is not enough yet, it is not enough yet!"

One desperate god charged towards the handle of Wyvern and gripped into it to try and yank it out of the floating island of stone in which she was still buried, but the sword angrily blasted him with a terrifying discharge of energy and incinerated his arms. Cronos's remaining disciples floated up close to the glowing sphere of Time winds in their master's titanic hands and they used their swords of clear crystal to send large beams and bolts of that essence against the liger, and every bolt split into multiple manifestations of them as they swarmed him from all sides exploiting the control of time. They threw hooked chains of solidified Time at him, trying to freeze him in multi-dimensional prison, but Killer only idly gazed at the thick chains before gripping into them with one hand, yanking them off his chest and dragging a dozen disciples towards his back, where enormous, cruel blades of black metal arched greedily outwards to meet them. They were disintegrated in one instant as the blades snapped and serrated, maiming their bodies on impact, and someone howled to Cronos to intervene. "Now! Now! Or it will never be enough!"

Cronos cried in shock and denial and fear but hurled the immense vortex of focused winds of time up against the liger, just as Killer dropped the black ball into his mouth.

As the little "candy" touched Killer's tongue and began to sizzle and melt in his saliva there was an immediate, single, awful thrum that seemed to rattle the entire universe, and the Seal on Killer's chest glowed brightly... but refused to snap. Killer did not physically grow at all, but that only caused Ira and Sekhmeth to shiver harder and hotter, panting in ecstasy and awe. He was in control. He was the master of his own power... at least to such a level that he could devour such a concentration of divine energies without any difficulty, any pain, any discomfort.

The vortex of time enveloped him and for a moment Killer became invisible, hidden by a blinding, ghastly white light which spiraled violently in a thousand directions at once, and Cronos followed the flow, exploiting small variations in the flow of time to appear in multiple locations at once, surrounding Killer from all sides and slashing into the hurricane from a dozen directions at the same time, using solid, gigantic blades of clear, mirror-like crystal that absorbed and channeled all the irresistible force of the flowing of time. "Time has no mercy for anyone! Time is supreme!" Cronos barked, stabbing his blade into the white inferno and laughing maniacally as sharp, deadly rays of concentrated time shot out of the opposite side of the vortex. "No matter how strong you are, I will force you to go back in time until you were a defenceless toddler... and then I'll turn you into an old, decrepit wreck!"

"You wish...!" Ira and Sekhmeth hissed, grinning widely as the center of the white hurricane suddenly turned black, until Killer's figure stood out in full definition, his hands pushing outwards lazily, almost playfully knocking the great blades off target so that they uselessly cut in front of him, or behind him, or out to the sides, never able to touch him.

"That is an interesting little trick, Cronos... what if I tried it out myself...?" Killer teasingly asked, and the two goddesses could taste his dark, merciless entertainment in the tone of his voice. They saw him grinning, just as if he was standing in front of them. And then the vortex of time seemed to explode, peeling outwards as streams and streaks of that dense, violent white essence, which wasn't energy nor magic, nor solid nor liquid, arched outwards like tentacles and swung past the multiple manifestations of Cronos. The god of time followed those tendrils with a mix of shock and horror, all of its forms swinging their great swords wildly into them, but the crystal merely aged as it tore through, becoming overgrown with crusts of dirt and stone and cracking all over. The various tentacles of Time finally split off from the gigantic vortex and rapidly took shape, before solidifying into a whole group of manifestations of Killer. Every Cronos now faced an armoured liger covered in black metal and armed with terrible blades and spikes jutting out of its arms and back. All of them grinned and looked down curiously at their hands, flexing idly, and taking some rapid measurements: Ira knew that Killer could relatively easily create clone-images of himself and could even make those copies physical and able to strike at targets, but that was only possible through fractioning his energies, putting some of them in each clone. What he was now experimenting was completely different and far more advanced: he was warping time in order to appear in multiple places at once... with all of his power undivided. Each Killer was fully aware and fully capable. That was omnipresence, an ability that very few divinities had ever possessed. Fewer still had mastered it... and yet Killer seemed to handle it with fantastic - terrible - ease.

The multiple Cronos all turned around to stare in terror and disbelief at the multiple Killers, and the reptilian divinities looked down at their swords to see them made ancient and frail by the accelerated flow of time. "How... how did you do it...?" Cronos babbled, shaking his head in denial, before all of its manifestations snarled as they took combat ready positions and pointed the massive swords at the opponents in front of them. "What the hell are you...?"

"They call me Amon-Ra." Killer responded from inside the vortex of time, before spreading his arms and pushing against it almost lazily, shattering it into an explosion of weak motes of essence which floated in space like scattered feathers before vanishing. "But I've never cared much for that name." Another manifestation of Killer said, smirking, before another added: "My name is Killer Huxley, God of earth... and of uncountable other worlds, especially after today's conquests."

"Nobody can escape the grip of Time! And I am Time itself. I've been here from the very beginning!" Cronos roared, his voice coming from all its manifestations at once, but the various Killers did not flinch, even as the god of Time expanded further, growing immense, while his body lost its physical appearance in favor of becoming pale and ghost-like, the winds of time replacing his flesh and bone as his eyes glowed with a terrible, soulless white light. "I was not born, I was generated to be the ultimate Destroyer, the one that makes all things age and wither! I cannot be defeated!"

The titanic manifestations of Time caught the Killers in their enormous hands and squeezed with violent, destructive power, forcing time to ran faster and faster for the ligers, trying to force their bodies to fall apart, but the creatures clad in black, adamantine metal seemed simply invulnerable as they pushed back against the immense fingers and forced them far apart. "I was never weak, unlike you... Amon-Ra, you were nothing but a mortal child..." Cronos hissed with distaste, trying to restrain the various Killers in one hand while summoning cruel, thin stilettos of time in the other, aiming the deadly knives at the ligers. "That makes you vulnerable, unlike me. I might not be able to kill you now that you are at your maximum... but I can just send you back in time to when you were defenceless, and kill you then!"

The long, thin blades slashed down towards the metallic ligers, who caught the tips between their hands and wrestled it backwards. Cronos's eyes widened in terror at the sheer strength of those beings, so much smaller than him, and he shoved down with all his strength, his ghostly biceps bulging explosively as the winds of time within him roared and spun violently. The knives gained some ground, but before they could pierce into the chests of the Killers, the armoured ligers all pulled back one hand, balled it into fists and smashed them all into the blades, breaking them and sending deadly fragments exploding back against Cronos, piercing through him and causing a series of violent explosions within his forms, making him trash in agony, shrieks coming from all of his mouths as his manifestations trembled in and out of existence.

The Killers exploited the moment and grinned gamely as they dropped their massive shoulders and charged into their opponents, smashing into them with brutal force and slashing their arms upwards as serrated blades extended from their muscular limbs and tore through the very fabric of time.

"You say you never were a toddler... wouldn't you like finding out what it is like...?" A Killer teasingly asked, leaping onto the skull of the Cronos ahead of him and crouching on it, slamming his fist through the non-bone before hissing: "I'm in the mood for some experiments... what if I shoved you in an alternative timeline born out of my mind, huh...?"

"That's impossible!" Cronos fumed, yet the two nearest manifestations of him rushed to the help of the one under attack, only to have their path blocked by two Killers, who battered both back.

"Impossible, huh...?" Killer mused, his eyes narrowing as he forced his fist deeper into the ghostly head of his opponent as the wounded Cronos began to sizzle in and out of reality.... Before glowing brightly as his shape began to change. "Not for me." Killer easily said, grinning widely as the titanic, planet-dwarfing god howled in agony and clawed desperately at his shattered skull as the winds of time exploded out of the wound and vanished into the emptiness of space while his body shrunk rapidly smaller and smaller. "Not for me!" Killer laughed and grabbed the shrinking and glowing form of the god, smiling softly as it precipitated until it became small enough to get lost in his palm. The blinding white light vanished away a moment later, revealing an ugly, absurd, chubby baby boy body topped by an oversized Cronos head, looking every bit as mature, even ancient as Killer had known him. The mix was both horrible and ridiculous, and Killer laughed of it for a few moments, floating idly back in space and all but spinning upside down while all the other Cronos stared in what was now true panic. "The ugliest child ever, for sure! There is no mother who could ever love this scrawl...!" Killer cackled, before licking his lips with a sharkish expression as he lowered his hand towards his monstrous, ridged, titanic black cock. He rested back in the emptiness of space, spreading his muscular legs as the titanic cock throbbed with terrible power, the sharp ridges making it look even more terrifying as it loomed over the "newborn", who shrieked with Cronos's horrified voice at the incredible heat and virility, the raw, absolute power pulsing through that tower of flesh with every rumble. Still mostly flaccid, it bulged with an intricate forest of thick veins that showed even through the cruel ridges of metal and the devastating, brutal medial ring adding to the already terrifying girth of the godcock. "This is all you are good for, minnow." The liger contemptibly said, grinning viciously as his hand wrapped around the titanic shaft - or better, around half of it, at most - and easily crushed the infant-looking god against his massive member. Cronos howled, then broke down into gargling cries of agony as his toddler-body began to burn and melt from the heat, the raw power emanating off that behemoth pillar while the immense, cruel ridges tore trenches in his flesh and ripped his little body apart, his insides splitting over the hot dark meat. Killer ground the agonizing creature up and down his length like a toy, every now and then crushing him a bit harder into the thick ridges as Cronos was torn into shreds of bloody flesh, squished into liquid, ground down, mulched into a dense, sticky paste that Killer massaged over his titanic cock, growling in amusement as a great, ancient god became nothing but bloody lubricant for his member, mixing with his virile cock-sweat and precum.

The other Killers rapidly gained the upper hand against their opponents as well, and Ira licked her lips with uncontrollable hunger at the sight of one Killer smashing Cronos into pulp, holding him in place with a couple of gigantic tentacles and punching him into broken pieces like he was nothing but a punching-ball.

Another liger smashed his brutal fist into Cronos's arm, shattering it so that the great sword of crystal floated miserably away, still with the god's hand wrapped around the hilt, before Killer seized the weapon and stabbed it viciously through its old owner. And nearby, another Killer laughed while slowly crushing another Cronos's skull in his hand, using the flow of Time to turn the alien divinity into an ancient, decrepit figure bent by the weight of its age.

"Make your manifestations vanish, you idiot! How many times do you want to be absorbed? You're only making him stronger!" Cratos howled as he charged back on the scene while Cronos, by now a trembling, terrified wreck, uselessly warped the flow of time to bring back to life some of his disciples and dozens of his warships, as if they could achieve anything against the dark titan that Killer had become. "You are only preparing him food! Stop being a useless moron!" Cratos furiously roared, but Cronos only shivered and curled up on himself while he was destroyed in a dozen different ways at once.

Cratos charged into the scene and smashed his planet-sized fists down into the group of gods, knocking the manifestations of Killer and Cronos back in the emptiness of space, before snorting steam from his nostrils as he spun around and savagely slashed both fists down in a tomahawk against the "original" Killer, who floated lazily in the darkness and looked up at the gigantic monster as if it wasn't his problem at all.

"Cratos will fix this! Cratos is power! Cratos is your death!" The beat howled, but his terrifying assault hit nothing but emptiness and scattered asteroids as Killer teleported out of the way and reappeared right in front of his face, arms crossed on his broad chest, a snort of contempt coming from his muzzle as he lightly kicked the titan in the skull, knocking him backwards like he had hit a tiny mice. "Cratos is just a snack." Killer coldly said, spitting after the gigantic creature with distaste. "And a disappointing one at that."

The liger floated slowly up to Cronos, who whimpered and retreated from him with a cry of panic, his eyes open wide and filled with insanity and anguish as he held up his arms, almost hugging the battleships and disciples he had brought back in time, desperately trying to protect them.

"No... no, go away... please... you... you don't exist. This is just a nightmare!" Cronos cried, his eyes open so wide that it looked like they would just fall out of their sockets, especially with the violence of his uncontrollable shudders. "You don't exist! Nobody can be that strong!"

"Oh, but I exist... and you useless bunch of losers have failed to give me a workout. I barely got started." Killer snorted, and with an idle gesture of his hand he dragged Cronos forwards until the gigantic creature was right in front of him. The other Killers rapidly destroyed and absorbed the other manifestations of Cronos and then they all moved up to surround the last remaining body of the god. "By the way, bitch, you are an amusing clown." Killer taunted, grinning sharkishly as he flexed his powerful, magnificent form, dwarfing the trembling reptile as he walked almost literally on its short muzzle. Cronos was a titan, countless times bigger than Killer still, but even so he was the one looking up in terror, dwarfed and powerless. "It is sidesplitting that you think this is me "growing" and "maxing myself out"... let me reveal you my little secret: this is still me being small and tame." Killer pulled up one arm and flexed it, showing off his immense bicep as he struck an easy bodybuilder pose, grinning predatorily as he added: "But I realize that I'm a bit too much for the mind power of a pipsqueak like you to take in. I wonder what would happen to you if you ever saw the true me..." The liger idly mused for a moment, tapping his index against his chin and faking intense concentration, before suddenly reaching forwards to grip Cronos's forehead, clawing into it. "Let's find out!"

Cronos eyes bulged in shock, then shut tightly as the god howled in agony as energy burned through his mind, and finally they opened wide but turned pitch black, blind to the world, opened on a whole different dimension: Killer's essence. And Cronos walked in a hellish wasteland of death and destruction while his body was incinerated and ruined by the impossible, terrifying power burning in the air, and then he spotted pyramids that were enormous beyond description, and remains of chains made by links of godly, adamantine alloys that an impossible, prodigious force had ripped apart like toys. And there, so far greater than the pyramids, so immense and impossible to describe, was a monstrosity that dwarfed him and any other god into pathetic insignificance. And high up in the sky burned two sapphire eyes that burned with such ferocity to consume and extinguish everything else...

And Cronos howled, trashing violently in suicidal, self-destructive terror, blood leaking out of his eyes and ears and mouth as he trembled violently enough to break his own bones, before his flesh seemed to burst into flames, glowing as it dissolved into energy that was greedily absorbed up into Killer's form, making the liger smirk as he softly taunted: "Too much for you, huh...? Well, at least you saw the secret you came here to steal."

As Cronos dissolved completely, energy crackled violently up Killer's huge arm, but the liger only threw his head back with a grin of merciless pleasure as he assimilated all of Cronos's force and abilities, flexing his enormous musculature before gazing down at the shattered arena, his eyes glowing faintly as he smirked and idly flicked a finger in that direction, sending the white, ghastly winds of time roaring out over the floating islands and fragments and asteroids, studying them as they ceased to slowly spin away and moved rapidly back towards their original position instead, the pieces slotting perfectly into place, right down to the last pebble, until the arena was fully restored, as if the battle had never taken place. Then, Killer clenched his hand into a fist instead, accelerating the flow of time and grinning as the planet aged dramatically, erosion grinding the walls of the arena down into dust until the entire planet exploded in a cloud of fragments spiraling around the largest and heaviest pieces remaining... and again, with terrifying ease, he pieced the planet back together, letting out a low, idle murr of amusement as he deliberately paused the reconstruction, freezing it, accelerating, slowing, playing with reality like it was nothing but a video clip. The other Killers watched on with the same amusement, then they vanished from sight as the titan rolled his shoulders and allowed the flow of time to resume its normal rhythm. The influx of new energy into his body was incredible, but what was truly glorious was the fact that even eating all that power he still felt hungry for more. It gave him pleasure, intense but short-lived. It was not fulfilling, it was not even meaningful. Cronos had been strong, but absorbing him only made Killer more aware of his own limitless potential, as in bare moments Cronos was broken down into nothing but new super-cells within his form, forgotten and insignificant, just another addition to an endless strength. "Just another river getting lost into the ocean..." Killer amusedly commented, flexing his massive arms and gauging the force in his biceps as they bulged explosively. There was no point comparing his strength to the flotilla of warships that Cronos had brought back from oblivion: they were firing against him, but their attacks were less than insignificant at that point. He looked out at distant planets, but smirked at the awareness of how easy it would be to grind them literally to dust in his hand, and when he looked at distant stars they felt no less frail: candles, nothing more, that he could snuff out of existence between the tips of two fingers. He licked his lips slowly, rolling his broad shoulders and turning his gaze to Cratos, gauging his potential compared to his own... and the terror in the eyes of the monstrous being was a pretty telling confirmation of how obscenely one-sided the comparison was.

"P-please..." Cratos cried, and even though he still dwarfed the liger, looming over him as he stood larger than even the planet-arena, he bowed his head and groveled in the emptiness of space. "Please... I... please, let me go... I will serve you! I will fight for you! I... please..."

Killer smirked mercilessly at the begging of the monster. It was pleasurable, but it was too little, too late. Cratos had to be punished for his earlier arrogance, for his attacks, for gathering a fleet and daring to sail to attack Killer and try to steal his secret, his power, and his rightful supremacy. And Killer was finally tired by the fact that Cratos towered above him, and he decided to give the alien god a little demonstration of his true self. "You claimed to be the strongest, the personification of power itself..." The liger softly said, and Cratos's eyes bulged in terror and regret before he hurriedly babbled: "I... that was stupid, and wrong... I... you. You are! You are the most powerful of all gods! You! And I will serve you, and worship you, and... everything you command! Please!"

"You have no idea..." Killer easily replied, closing his eyes for a brief moment while Cratos shivered and cried and begged, before staring in terror as terrible shockwaves of dark energy exploded out of Killer in a storm that threatened to pulverize the entire system. In a mere instant, Killer grew one hundred times the size of Cratos, his strength far beyond godlike, and several distant stars flickered out of existence, snuffed like candles as he slowly flexed and lazily inspired, absorbing the force of those novas with that single act, leaving entire solar systems floating in complete darkness and in merciless, freezing cold. His glorious body thrummed with incredible power, radiating endless physical strength, his muscles dwarfing entire worlds, his behemoth form made all the further terrifying and omnipotent by the monstrous shaft hanging between his legs, the colossal ridged cock longer, vaster, thicker than Cratos's whole body, far greater than any planet in sight and delightfully arrogant as it rested ponderously above testicles that dwarfed entire worlds. He looked down at Cratos with eyes that burned sapphire with an intensity and ferocity that scorched the surface of planets that were uncountable miles away from him. Ira groaned in awe and delight, barely able to believe to what she was seeing as the world-arena rattled violently at his presence alone as he leaned down to seek the last battleships: if before they had been nothing but pathetic coffins for their powerless crews, now that Killer had grown they were literally less than fleas that he had trouble spotting, even with his all-seeing eyes. "Fuck, it's insane! And he hasn't even begun to try!" Sekhmeth cackled, crawling forwards on her knees until she reached the parapet of the terrace, clawing into it and looking up at the gigantic male that loomed over them all, so titanic that stars and planets were starting to move out of their normal courses as they were dragged into the orbit of his size and power like they were model toys. Ira watched up at him with the same awe and adoration, but her pleasure was haunted by fear and remorse, because she wasn't protecting him from himself. He was on the verge of losing control and embracing his darkness for good and she, despite her promises, couldn't help him. She crawled to the railing and clawed into it, trying to climb back up to her feet, but the lust raging inside her was impossible to restrain, and it clouded her mind and filled it with nothing but images of him ascending to absolute power. The truth was that she loved the idea of Killer being merciless and cruel, ready to crush the universe under his heel rather than just protect it and lead it along... and she gritted her fangs with a cry of despair at her own powerlessness. "I've failed you... Sorry..."

Lazily, Killer hefted his mammoth cock and swung it lightly to the side, smashing the ridged monster shaft into the hopeless, doomed groups of battleships that were the last sign that the great combined fleet of earlier had ever existed at all. There was no way to escape, and the ships didn't even try to. None of the vessels, even the fastest and nimblest of fighters, had the speed required to escape from the titanic member that slapped them all out of existence, leaving behind nothing but a cloud of debris and corpses floating in the darkness of that cold and dead corner of space. Cratos desperately attempted to flee, instead, babbling senseless words and shaking his head in denial as he scampered away, his eyes bulging in terror as he looked up at the liger, so massive, so omnipotent, and yet so clearly bored, almost annoyed by the ease of it all. There was a terrifying sense of casualness about it all. It was clear that the liger had far more power he could call upon if he so wished, and that made him terrifying as he extended one arm towards Cratos, indomitable muscles bulging and pushing against his black, armoured skin hard enough to nearly tearing it apart, the elongated blade-like segments of it stretching and regenerating, becoming even larger and stronger and better to keep up with his strength. Killer's hand clutched Cratos like a toy, his fingers digging into his body like it was made of tender butter, and the alien god howled in agony as his bones crumbled like biscuits, his metallic form crumpling inwards horribly as blood exploded out of him in clouds while Killer's own formidable form flexed as it greedily devoured all the force that Cratos possessed. A force that had destroyed many worlds and awed many more, but that now was drained away with contempt, treated like a miserable and inadequate snack.

Killer effortlessly pulled the agonizing monster up in front of his face, looking down at his broken, bloodied face as Cratos mewled another prayer for mercy as the liger handled him like he was nothing more than a weak doll... and the liger snorted in contempt before crushing him into nothing but pulp which squelched out through his fingers, blood leaking down his arm and dripping into space.

"Weak. Boring." Killer muttered, opening his hand and glaring at his palm as the blood and gore boiled and turned into nothing but vapor, leaving the black metal clean. Cratos vanished completely, as if he had never existed at all. The huge liger smirked, then spread his arms as his eyes glowed with terrible energy, and a multitude of planets and worlds appeared in front of his chest, spinning slowly while he studied them with curiosity. Ira felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw him so easily summoning worlds from all corners of the universe as he surveyed his new reign. Several of the planets had been literally torn apart and now looked more like apple cores, with blocks of dead, barren stone hanging from the sides of Anchors that impatient gods had brought to the light. Other planets were intact, thankfully, but almost completely deprived of sentient life because the gods that had ruled them had turned all their worshippers into soldiers, carried them into space battleships and sailed to hunt Killer down.

The liger snorted in contempt at those miserly sights, and Ira shivered in a mix of terror and lust as she fully realized the extent of her failure in protecting Killer from himself: all the nightmares he had had were real. All the planets he had destroyed and ravaged in his dreams were worlds he had destroyed for real. The nightmares were memories of moments exactly like the present. Sekhmeth somehow had always managed to cancel the awareness of those massacres from Killer's mind and from the mind of Ira and all the others who had accompanied him during the training sessions. They had always gone back home in blissful ignorance of that part of the "training"... yet Killer's mind had attempted to warn him by generating those nightmares.

"I failed you..." Ira whispered, closing her eyes and bumping her forehead into the stone parapet, her arms trembling in powerless rage and frustration and horror at the awareness of everything that had happened... and she finally snarled and turned against Sekhmeth, roaring: "You bitch! You know he doesn't want this! Yet you pushed him, you tricked him, you teased him into giving in to his darkness!"

Sekhmeth stood up and turned around with a grin that was almost insane with lust and ecstasy at the sight of him and of his glory and potential. Her legs seemed to glow as the hot nectar leaking down them in rivers reflected the light coming from Killer's eyes, more intense than that of any sun. She sauntered up to Ira, hips swaying with delicious, natural sex appeal and she gripped the cobra's muzzle in one hand, forcing her to look up into her eyes as she leaned down to whisper: "And you watched and touched yourself, and squirted your juices out and cheered him with just as much enthusiasm as I did. And you'll do the same today... you've resisted, you've protested... but in the end, we are the same. We love him, we love his power and we want him to rule supreme over everything."

"Not at all costs! Not against his wishes!" Ira snarled, but no matter how hard she tried she could not find the strength to stand up and fight. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gripped into Sekhmeth's hips with all the force she managed to muster, trying to tackle her down, but the lioness resisted, unmovable as a mountain. She grinned, and her eyes glowed with energy as she sultrily whispered: "Shhh, Ira... don't force me to chain you. We can enjoy this show together. Don't make it harder than it needs to be."

Ira recoiled a bit and attempted to shut her eyes to escape Sekhmeth's domination, but it proved impossible, her body responding to her only sluggishly and partially... and the lioness easily forced her to turn around and gaze up at the titanic male as he easily plucked the planets up, one by one, and shrunk them down further, before effortlessly rebuilding the damaged worlds. All other thoughts were forced out of Ira's mind as her eyes widened and fixed on that amazing spectacle, which became even more astounding when Killer gripped into the simple chain of small golden spheres that held up the large caliber bullet that he always wore as a pendant. And, just like that, Killer began to replace the little golden spheres with the planets he had conquered.

"I love him. I love him so much..." Sekhmeth hungrily breathed, spreading her legs and playing eagerly with herself as she admired him toying with those worlds, turning them into nothing but ornaments that would spend eternity upon his neck and chest, bathed in his sweat and forever crushed under his masculine scent and presence. "He just needed a nudge from me... a chance to let go and put all his worries and restraints aside. You know it, Ira... in the deep, you know it and agree with me. This is what he truly wants. He just needs a chance to understand and accept it."

A part of Ira tried to scream, but all that come out of her lips was a breathless groan of ecstasy instead as she fell forwards while both of her hands worked rapidly in and out of her sex, the fingers of one spreading her black folds wide while she pushed her whole fist inside, desperately trying to put out a fire that only Killer was able to feed and control. The titanic male grinned down at the two goddesses while settling his renewed necklace around his thick, masculine neck, handling a hundred worlds like they were nothing but little marbles, while his impossibly enormous cock loomed over the arena like apocalypse itself, its ridges bigger than the greatest mountain ranges, its vastness dwarfing the bunch of planets that his sheer immensity had captured, forcing them to orbit powerlessly around the behemoth shaft.

Killer knew all too well how his mere presence at that point was torturing both females with pure, uncontrollable lust, but he was in no mood to stop. His eyes glowed with merciless amusement and lust, a clear sign that in that moment only his needs and whims mattered.

The ultra-god reached down and cupped his hands beneath the arena, lifting the planet like it was nothing but a plate, a model set, a toy. Ira and Sekhmeth stared in awe at his thumbs as they loomed over the world like divinities in their own right while Killer held the arena in front of his gargantuan cumslit, a god-hole that yawned open even wider before the liger grunted and his gigantic shaft flexed, pushing out an ungodly load of precum which flooded the entire arena and overflowed out past the great walls. Ira and Sekhmeth could do nothing but stare in awe at that display of omnipotence as monstrous, unrivalled sperms rushed out past their terrace as the almighty precum smashed into Sekhmeth's barrier, making it crack and sizzle loudly. Ira gasped in a mix of awe and terror, looking at the wall of energy that protected them and that now looked so frail and pathetic as sperms of monstrous, incomparable greatness swam past, their tails endless and muscular and cruelly ridged and so strong to nearly tear through the barrier whenever they whipped against it. Hordes of tentacles angrily flailed at the air from along the sides of the powerful sperms, which had no distinguishable eyes yet radiated predatory intent and vicious dominance as they snapped titanic jaws lined with tremendous fangs.

Sekhmeth laughed in delight, spinning around on the spot to admire the monstrous beasts passing them by as the thick precum leaked out of the arena and soon broke its walls, shattering all dams that vainly attempted to contain what was a mere droplet of his virile cock-slime, the fat globe at the end of a long, thick rope of dense, rich essence that he pumped out in space, watching as it enveloped planets and stars and dragged them away, forming a vast nebula in which his sperms were the source of all life, the gods and the destroyers. Ira admired the spectacle with true awe, her mind vainly trying to measure the power she was witnessing, but then the arena trembled as it was pushed higher up and tilted to one side to help the ungodly ocean of life-giving precum to spill out into space. In what felt at once like a second and yet like an eternity, Killer pulled the arena all the way up in front of his muzzle, so that the two females could look directly into his glowing eyes and admire his arrogant smirk, both of them reduced to trembling, moaning wrecks as their orgasms violently spilled out of their hungry folds, while Sekhmeth's handmaidens literally went insane, their uncontrollable lust turning them into drooling, obedient thralls.

"That was pretty good, Sekhmeth... but it grew boring fast. I'll need a lot more than that, next time." Killer softly said, looking down at the tiny arena in his hands. His voice alone threatened to shatter the planet into gravel and dust even as he whispered, and both goddesses shivered and bent under the sheer weight of that imperious, masculine, big-balled voice. "And this arena is unworthy of me. Too small and useless."

"My lord, I I'm afraid that there might be nothing in the universe which is worthy of you!" The black lioness exclaimed, grinning widely as she spread her arms before bowing again, groveling before his muzzle, the only part of him they could see.

"I'm afraid you might be right... But I can make this place better, at least." Killer easily commented, before easily spreading his muscular arms, energy crackling around them as reality trembled and arena expanded, again and again, growing to keep up with the width of his open arms. Then, with the same terrifying ease, the liger formed another dense, terrible core of darkness and pushed it home within the core of the arena-planet, making it countless times more dense and heavier, exponentially increasing its gravity force, turning it to such a terrible intensity that both Sekhmeth and Ira grunted in pain, their faces smashing the floor and their arms and legs trembling hard as they were dragged downwards even though they were still in the same zone, protected by the lioness's barriers. It took them a few long moments of struggle to push themselves back up on all fours, and they immediately used their energies to repair and reinforce the barrier until the cruel gravity pull became more bearable... before looking up at the sky to find it dark and empty. Killer was gone.

"He sized himself down already...!" Sekhmeth muttered, charging towards the parapet and watching as the huge male, back to more manageable proportions, landed on the long staircase leading up to the terrace and began to climb it, testing the new gravity force he himself had created. "No, no... those goddamn idiots failed to work him up enough!" The goddess snarled, slamming her fist into the stone railing and pulverizing it as she turned around and smacked her punch into the palm of her other hand, again and again. "No, this doesn't work. We were so close... so close... but in a moment he'll resume restraining himself! He'll be back to hiding his true power, to mixing with bugs he could annihilate with a mere thought... no, I cannot allow it... I cannot allow him to waste his potential... to allow minnows and losers to treat him almost like he was just like them. No..." The goddess looked around in a frenzy, trying to come up with a plan, and after a moment Ira saw a terrible, merciless grin spreading on her face as she snapped her fingers and cheerfully whispered: "Oh, but I know how to bring him to the edge once and for all... I know!" She cackled and gripped teasingly into one of Ira's horns, shaking her head back and forth for a moment as she cheerfully asked: "You know how to get our lord truly worked up? Do you?"

"Give him... innocence... to destroy." Ira hoarsely replied, much as part of her attempted to resist, to swallow down every single word, to bite her own tongue off if necessary. She couldn't control herself, she couldn't resist, prisoner of her own body and of her own lust.

"Exactly! And it is also a powerful and ancient rule of magic that when darkness conquers light the power of darkness expands tremendously. Why have demons always lusted for angels...? It's not just for pretty faces and great tits. It's power!" Sekhmeth exclaimed, grinning sharkishly as she turned to face the wall of dark stone behind them, her hands crackling with energy and glowing brightly before she pointed at the rock and sent enormous bolts of electricity cutting into it, shattering it into gravel, sending pebbles and dust flying all around as with a few, easy movements of her arms she sculpted a figure in the cliff. She paused and waited for the dust to settle, smirking at her own handiwork as a gigantic, mighty statue of her god and master was revealed: Killer, chiseled in amazing detail, sat in a great throne, legs spread wide, enormous balls hanging heavily down past the edge of the seat and titanic cock arrogantly erect, glorious in its immensity, pushing out like an altar. "Yes... this will do..." The lioness hungrily hissed, looking at the thick shackles and chains that extended from the massive, deadly war boots of the liger, even them chiseled in perfect, astounding detail. The chains fell to the floor with a tremendous clang and energy crackled down their length, making it obvious that they could restrain far more than just mortals, and Ira stared at them in a mix of morbid anticipation and terror, frantically trying to guess what Sekhmeth was thinking. It was going to be monstrous, for sure. It was going to be cruel. Ira recognized the signs and the hints, and she was reminded, horribly, of a vicious ritual that sometimes was performed in Hell to strengthen great sinners of Lust to turn them into mighty demons. They were given their rape victims to violate a second time, in sick, twisted, violent orgies of pleasure and blood.

"N-no... don't do it..." Ira rasped, somehow finding the strength to push those words out of her mouth, but Sekhmeth only sat down in front of the great statue, like a pet waiting for the owner as the floor began to rattle with Killer's steps, his energies propagating into the ground and making magma glow in every crack and fissure while tremendous discharges of electricity, of pure power, crackled and shot from one end of the terrace to the other, threatening to break it apart.

When Killer came into sight, Ira and Sekhmeth recoiled and gasped, overwhelmed by a wave of lust that crashed into them like a physical assault, his body back to its usual more than 22 feet of imposing, herculean mass but the power radiating off him still that of the planet-dwarfing god of gods they had admired moments before. His eyes burned sapphire, his Seal burned across his chest, seemingly in intense agony as it tried to restrain a power that it simply could never hope to contrast. Ira breathlessly admired him, moaning quietly in awe and adoration, realizing how close he was to forgetting all his worries and hesitations in favor of exploring his true, impossible might... and Sekhmeth threw her head back with a long, drawn-out moan of intense delight, her juices gushing out of her as she once more opened her labyrinth between dimensions to drag out lesser gods and godlings who had wisely not walked out of their own accord, somehow sensing that their fate was decided. She clawed into them like they were nothing but plastic toys, dragging them out of their dark hiding hole and tossing them on the floor in front of Killer. Kings were honored with flower petals, but he was honored with lesser gods offered in sacrifice... and the dark titan grinned in appreciation of that tribute, looking down with contempt at the puny creatures that attempted to run out of the way only to end up crushed into ugly stains under his heavy, armoured feet. Blood and pulped gore sprayed out from under his toes with every step, and terrible crimson footprints marked the dark stone floor, making Ira shiver in a mix of ecstasy and horror, while Sekhmeth half-lidded her eyes and coyly leaned backwards, showing off her chiseled abs and her prodigious breasts, her hands clawing into the top leather band of her corset and slowly yanking it down to reveal the great swells, making a show of kissing and licking them, her eyes glowing with need and slavish adoration as she gazed up at him, trembling as he drew closer. She slowly, sensually scissored her long, sumptuous legs open, flexing them for him, showing off the massive quads soaked with her own nectar and she purred low in her throat as she stroked a hand slowly down her thigh, then over the great calf all the way to the thick leather straps of her tall boots, showing off those gorgeous steel and leather stompers, the deadly stiletto heels, made just for stepping on those who couldn't please her. For stepping on his enemies.

"Welcome, my Master and Lord... I apologize for the short duration of the battle. Once more, this humble slave was left in awe of your strength."

"I told you twice already, bitch... when you think they are enough, double their number." Killer easily countered, grinning predatorily as he singled out a last group of begging, desperate godlings, slowly settling his foot upon them and enjoying their shrill screams for a brief moment before pressing down and twisting his foot slowly on the spot. He gazed down at Ira, smirking as she shuddered and helplessly bucked her hips, spilling her juices before him, and he did not seem to catch up on her worries. She did her best to speak up, but she only managed to moan needingly, instinctively arching her back to push her head up against his palm when he petted her with affection. If he noticed her distress in any way, he ignored it. He walked up to Sekhmeth, easily straddling her body, one foot on either side of her as she leaned up with a loving purr, and he twirled his fingers in her crimson mane, gripping her skull while she kissed his bloodstained, ridged shaft, nuzzling it in worship and dragging her tongue over one of the sharp ridges, picking up semi-melted pieces of gore, blood, dust and, above everything else, his virile, potent sweat.

She planted worshipful kisses up the length of the gigantic shaft, tasting sweat and power, sand and dust, blood and death, but above all his almighty taste, and without him needing to word a command at all she reached up to fondle his colossal balls while using the other hand to guide the fat, huge cockhead into her mouth, her jaws creaking with how impossibly wide they had to open. Ira had watched with a hot kind of envy as the lioness's lips sealed around the enormous girth and she had listened to the frantic, greedy, needy sucking and slurping and gargling... before panting hotly as Killer smirked and unleashed a thick jet of piss right into the goddess's throat, spreading his legs with a little growl of pleasure, which turned into a angry warning as Sekhmeth choked on the sheer amount of golden fluid, some of it bursting out of her nostrils and some more leaking out from the corners of her stretched-out mouth. Her eyes stared up at him with nothing but hunger and gratitude and lust, however, and she did her best to gulp down the flood.

When he finally finished, unceremoniously pulling out of her mouth, some of the rich fluid cascaded down her muzzle and chest but she hurriedly swallowed all she could, cradling the immense shaft with her tongue, licking it clean until the ridges shined.

She used her hands to scoop his piss back up to her lips, drinking it down like ambrosia before sucking each finger clean, one by one, and she finally clicked her lips with the satisfied sigh of a thirsty traveler finally finding some water after crossing the desert. "Thank you, Master... every time it tastes better and stronger. Every time it is hotter. Every time it makes me feel blessed. I hope I pleased you." Sekhmeth purred, and Ira almost growled in a mix of surprise, shock at seeing the Mighty One debasing herself that much... and envy for not being in her place. "Passable." Killer easily replied, slapping his titanic, metal-clad cock on her face, once, twice, thrice, pumping out a couple of last squirts of acid piss, using her face to clean himself. "You still wasted too much of it. You don't deserve this honor to start with... wasting any of it is a crime."

"True, Master. But you are... so, so much..." Sekhmeth breathed, and Ira found herself nodding in agreement, licking her lips slowly, before grinning as the lioness leaned down to lick up the puddles of piss from the floor, apologizing and praising him after each lick.

"Today you didn't keep their females to play with, Master." Sekhmeth humbly noted, and Killer snorted in contempt before replying: "The cockroach-like alien chicks, I would only make pregnant through piss. And the others weren't much better. You'll have to work harder yourself, unless you have someone else to offer me." He looked at the new statue, and his eyes narrowed while a cruel grin spread on his lips as he spotted the heavy, enchanted chains, and Sekhmeth purred while hugging his ankle, her tongue drawing slow circles over his toes as she licked his foot clean of all the blood, the gore, the dust and the dirt and the battle sweat. "I do have an offer for you, my glorious, invincible Master..." The goddess of destruction purred, and Killer smiled softly as four handmaidens carried over a huge throne made of gold, platinum, marbles, precious stones and bones of gods he had slain in the arena. He comfortably sat down in it, and other handmaidens began to worshipfully massage his shoulders, kiss his biceps, lick his quads, while another group stood ready with bowls of food and drinks, everything from true ambrosia to blood to their sweet, warm juices, offering him a wonderful chalice of gold decorated with captive planets instead of diamonds. The titan rested back in his seat and smirked at that, accepting the grapes that a splendid handmaiden delicately brought to his jaws before pushing his heavy foot into Sekhmeth's face, easily commanding: "All in good order. You have a lot of licking to do, first."

Sekhmeth and Ira were both eager and glad to serve him, and they ended up sharing the responsibility of tongue-bathing his formidable physique, kissing his toes, licking his armpits, lapping at his massive musculature, suckling thick bangs of hair under his armpits and on his crotch to milk the sweat out of them. Then, like every other time, they massaged and oiled him, and Ira dared hoping that with all the time it took Killer would have worked the worst hungers out of his system and freed her from her own prison of lust... but the huge male was full of new, immense energies and was eager for more, for harder. He was practically growling, flexing with excessive, immense vigor whenever Sekhmeth's tongue teased him in just the right way, and his power was such that it looked like reality was just a cheap layer of plastic savagely stretched out by his huge body. Ira expected him to just flex his way through the fabric of reality like he would through a too tight shirt. Sekhmeth knew what she wanted and knew how to use her body, her gazes, her words to urge him on, and so the vicious, merciless light in his eyes only burned brighter once they were done worshipping him.

"You are invincible, Master... soon, the infamous Swarm will be nothing but a group of gnats that you'll be able to decimate with a single slap..." The lioness whispered in his ear, pushing her spectacular breasts into his shoulder while her hands adoringly traced down his masculine front and his powerful back. "You have exceeded all my expectations today, just as you did all other times... and still it seems like you are barely getting started." She poked one of the damaged links of chain of his last Seal, wincing as a terrible discharge of angry energy threatened to incinerate her arm. "You can be supreme, absolute, limitless... you could end the Swarm with a flick of your pinky if you abandoned your hesitations... You could rule over everything and everyone."

"I know." Killer growled, and the hunger in his tone was evident and terrible, his eyes closing for a moment as he snarled: "Being greater and better and stronger than everything. Conquering all without so much as lifting a finger. Showing everyone that my power is absolute, that it breaks everything, that everyone must grovel and worship... it is my destiny. And it is monstrous, and it is terrible but I want it and can't resist it. It is a dangerous thing to delve into."

"And you are so close..." Sekhmeth teasingly whispered, kissing his enormous shoulder as she hugged his almighty arm, squeezing into the huge bicep and pushing her soaked folds against his strong hand, shivering when he pushed a single, thick finger inside the needy passage. "Why resisting...? You can have it all. All is yours, and nobody can keep you from taking it. Why do you deny that pleasure to yourself...? Why do you hide your power away? The Lion does not hide; only his preys do! And when his prey gets caught, it dies. What right does the prey have...? Power is the only right. And nobody can hope to stand up to yours!"

The lioness grinned as she reached down to grip into the titanic base of his black cock, squeezing into the hard member and pumping it slowly, reverently, savoring every second of contact, before spotting one of the planets that had earlier been dragged into a new orbit around the endless shaft. They were still there, and Killer had shrunk them down with no difficulties, probably not even noticing the presence of that loose cock ring. She purred and carefully picked up a planet in her fingers, pushing out her tongue and watching right into his eyes as she licked it slowly, like it was a piece of candy. Then she playfully settled that poor world between her huge breasts, dragging it down while the two firm, huge swells threatened to crush it into dust and fragments, before pulling it free at the bottom just to grind that little ball of world down over her chiseled abs, all the way down to her groin. She sensually spread her legs, sitting in his lap as she teasingly slid the doomed world along her clit, then down the lips of her sex, soaking it in her hot, pearly juices as she half-lidded her eyes and teased: "What's a world to you...? Just a tender morsel. Too little, too weak... unworthy of you. You've fucked a lot of worlds to death, haven't you?" She purred, throwing her head back and almost pushing the tiny planet in between her great labia, making it vanish between her folds. "I bet it's boring to you... too easy. But still, I'd love to feel your cock ramming into me, and shattering that tiny little planet apart, and drowning what's left... let those big, fat sperms of yours crush and ruin everything that manages to survive and fill me up..." She paused, grinding her sex over his muscular leg and gripping his immense shaft with both hands, hissing in delight as the traced the mighty ridges and the brutal medial ring, her voice dropping lower to a hoarse, sensual rasp as she half-begged, half-commanded: "Enslave me, ruin me, break me, tear me to bits... take it all for yourself. Without mercy, without pity. Hurt me, and allow me to help you hurt and conquer and destroy. I want to help you hurt, Master! It's what I was meant to do, all along, I know! It's what I've always wanted... to have you, unstoppable and almighty, guide me and show me the way, and to terrorize and ruin and scare and hurt for you. I want to bring you whores and sluts and toys and slaves and cucks. I want to help you make those other little boys who call themselves men weep... at how powerful and godlike you are, at how they can never be like you, at how only you are the God, the Only, the Monster. I want to make the ones who think they're so big... see how small they are... Because they are nothing next to you. They can never be anything compared to your glory, Master..." Ira listened in a mix of horror and delight, tugging weakly at Killer's leg but unable to force words of warning out of her mouth as she realized how much she craved the exact same things. It was sick and cruel... and it was delightful to think about. Killer let out a low growl of interest as the lioness rolled the doomed planet gently against her drenched labia, her hot juices washing away entire regions and smearing the continents out of shape. He murred in approval of her actions and of her words, but teasingly noted: "Planets are small and puny... but that's not always a bad thing." He grinned and reached down to take the planet out of her gripping, eager folds, smirking at the rings pierced in her tender flesh, memories of males that she had used, drained and broken when they had failed to keep her pace. He rolled it slowly back and forth over her sex a couple of times more, pushing it slightly down between her labia, and then he brought it up, soaked in her juices. He tossed the little, half-molten ball into his mouth and allowed it to melt on his tongue like chocolate, savoring it before swallowing it all. "There is something more... personal, in dealing with small things. I can taste the fear of my victims as they realize who and what I am, and how hopeless and doomed they are."

"Yes..." Sekhmeth delightedly hissed, before licking her lips as the titan flicked his wrist and summoned another hopeless, terrified world, seizing it easily between his index and thumb and guiding it down to her blossomed, hungry labia, before guiding his behemoth cock against her small, defenceless passage. He grasped the base of his enormous member with his other hand and guided the bulging head of his thick cock forwards, compressing the planet between his hard flesh and her soaked lips as he rocked his hips slowly forwards at the same time, beginning to stretch her with the very tip of his enormous cock. The planet cracked audibly and ominously as it rolled back, sliding in her wetness until it became lodged in the valley of its cumslit, causing the immense god to snicker as he teasingly said: "You see what the problem is with this little game...? I tried to pick a large one... but still..."

"Let me help you, Master..." Sekhmeth hungrily growled, rolling her sex against his gigantic member as the planet shattered and vanished down his almighty bull-hole of a cumslit, before she kissed him and sensually murmured: "I have a game in mind that will give you the pleasure of intimate cruelty and that lovely feeling of ultimate power over the life and dreams of others. And it will give you power... I'm sure, Master... it will lead you to abandoning all restraints... it will break this Seal... it will unleash you..." Her eyes glowed with terrible energy and lust and his own burned with a vicious hunger that was impossible to describe. It sent a shiver of terror down Ira's spine, but even as the cobra tried to scream, no sound came from her lips.

And the lioness arched her back with a growl of delight when he flexed and hungrily commanded: "Bring them to me, bitch." Sekhmeth turned towards the great statue and flicked her wrists, energy crackling around her hands as she gripped into the fabric of reality, and then she shoved her palms out towards the two heavy chains, which immediately reared up like serpents, ready to ensnare their prey. Two wounds opened in the fabric of reality, and Sylvia stumbled out of one with a cry of shock, falling down on all fours and looking up in confusion that immediately became terror as the shackles snapped close around her neck and wrists, dragging her up against the leg of the statue, leaving her hanging with her feet kicking uselessly at the air. Another breach in reality opened on the other side and immediately it sealed shut again while Katy fell through it, landing in a crouch and gritting her teeth as she sprung into a ready position, turning around with lightning speed and slapping the shackles away from her, grabbing the largest one and snapping it in half like it was made of bread. "She's fiery!" Sekhmeth delightedly commented, grinning widely and shoving a hand forwards, blasting the much smaller female with a terrible shockwave of dark force that sent Katy crashing into the leg of the statue, where the chains immediately intervened to immobilize her. "Mother and daughter. Raped victim and child of rape. Benevolent and Angel. Unwilling and Willing. You get the chance to take Sylvia's virginity away, a second time. Heaven restored it and she kept it... just so you can destroy it again!" Sekhmeth cackled, licking her lips as she gazed down at Sylvia, rolling her fingers slowly up and down the curve of her blossomed, hungry labia. "The power you will get from this little game... it is immense. And the pleasure it will give you... I can only try and imagine it..."

Sylvia shivered violently, her body twitching and her legs trembling uncontrollably as she yanked hard at the manacles restraining her wrists, her eyes going wide with terror at the sight of the huge male as he stood up from his throne and slowly walked towards her, his gigantic cock swinging ponderously between his muscular legs, the enormous ridges making Sylvia's teeth rattle in fear as she half-climbed up the leg of the statue, pushing her feet back against it and desperately trying to break free, or at least ease the painful pressure of the cold shackle closed on her throat. Sekhmeth laughed at that, and snapped her fingers to rip the long dress that covered the cat's body, shreds of cloth falling to the ground as her firm, slender form was fully revealed. She looked exactly the same as she had back then, when she was a young, beautiful, inexperienced, flirtatious virgin. She was much shorter than her daughter, and literally tiny in comparison to the enormous male, who only drew even greater pleasure from the terrifying difference. He had dwarfed her back then, but now he loomed over her like a literal mountain, and his flaccid shaft now was much bigger than her entire body. Her breasts were modest in size but amazingly firm and proud on her chest, her flat abdomen faintly displaying the limits of a six pack coming from her times as a promising gymnast, and her legs were amazingly long and incredibly toned. She was beautiful and deliciously vulnerable, her body only made even more fascinating by the precious lingerie she wore: stockings with an elaborate garter and a semi-corset of delightful black lace that she had probably personally sewn. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she trashed uselessly against her restraints, her eyes fixed on his monstrous cock, covered in drool and blood and gore and dust, and she let out a breathless shriek when the titanic member throbbed hungrily, flexing and jumping arrogantly up while more than sixteen extra inches of impossibly thick shaft grew in front of her, the already fearsome diameter swelling enormously and the ridges pushing out even further. Sylvia's face lost all color at the sight, and she whimpered pathetically, unable to form words, but her traitorous body did all the speaking as hot, pearly juice dripped out of her and streaked down her thighs. "No, no, not again, no...!" Sylvia finally dejectedly cried out, too scared and devastated to scream, her voice dying down instead as she saw his cock give another throb and swell even greater, her eyes shutting tightly for a moment but her ears filling with the loud splat of the thick rope of potent precum leaking out of his astounding member. "No, you... you can't... not again..."

But she knew all too well that he could, and with ease. She was still the same she had been, her guilty delight in being raped by him precluding her the chance to grow up to be an angel, while he was much more than he had been. Enormously bigger, impossibly stronger, even more muscular, an invincible force that could wash heaven away with just his piss. Nobody could save her, nobody could rescue her.

Killer laughed softly, ridiculing her words as he pulled up before her, crouching down to smile at her with something that resembled tenderness... but his ridged, titanic cock smacked the ground loudly, several feet of immense shaft resting on the floor in that position. "I will resist you!" Sylvia cried out, but she clearly did not believe her own words, her juices already streaking down her legs and her chest heaving, her breath rough already. It had taken him longer to get there, the first time... "You can't destroy my life again! I won't let you!" She desperately cried out, and he just murred in delight at that, turning sideways to grin at Katy, who looked at him in shock, torn between lust and horror, adoration and fear. Sylvia turned towards her daughter as well, tears filling her eyes as she shouted: "Not Katy, not Katy, no...!" And then she sobbed brokenly and turned to her precious daughter, whimpering: "I told you... I told you it would happen... a monster is a monster. He will never change. He cannot change!"

"He won't hurt us." Katy replied, and her voice trembled slightly along with her body, but her eyes glowed with unshaken confidence even as she looked up at him and clearly saw that he was out of control. He was not the Killer she knew and loved. He was something more than usual, and something less at the same time. He was more monster than she had ever seen before, and he terrified her, and he excited her, and he horrified her and he aroused her. But even as he snarled like a feral beast, even as his muscles flexed under an invincible layer of metal-skin and serrated blade-spikes, she saw her father. She saw his love for her. She saw his mercy. "He won't hurt us, mom. I know he won't."

Her angel wings had spread out of instinct to try and bring her away from the shackles and now their pure, holy part they glowed at their brightest in an attempt to contrast his darkness. For a moment he was tempted to grip into them and rip them off, but he only smirked instead as Katy's collar glowed even more intensely, and the pitch-black darkness at the core of her wings became more prominent, almost drowning out the light. "Daddy... I love you. I love you even now. I... love this side of you far more than I should." Katy quietly admitted, her collar radiating light and energy with the intensity of her dedication and affection for him, and Sylvia recoiled with horror at the sight, shaking her head in despair. When she gazed up at Killer she saw only a monster... and one too powerful to leave any hope alive. He was apocalypse. He was doom.

And then Sylvia stared at the black feather with true anguish, sobbing violently and almost choking on her tears as she discovered for the first time just how completely her daughter - their daughter - had given herself to her father. How far he had corrupted her. But Katy fearlessly gazed up at her father and serenely said: "This is not who you are, daddy. This is not what you've chosen to be. I know you can snap out of it. And I know you will."

"You are truly daddy's little girl..." Killer gently teased, reaching over to cup her cheek in one huge, strong hand, and Katy trembled softly and her eyes slid closed. A tear rolled down her cheek, but still she kissed his fingers as he slowly moved them over her lips. "Daddy's little angel..." He added, and Sylvia recoiled with a wrecking sob, before breathlessly staring at him as he turned and caressed her face too, using the back of one hand, sending shivers down her spine as he stroked down her back and then swirled delicately over one hip, avoiding both her firm buttocks and her exposed sex, her lingerie already soaked with her juices. She trembled and looked up at him with horror, her face pale, her body frozen motionless yet hot with need and shuddering with sexual tension. "Our lovely, innocent, angelic daughter..." Killer began, and he gently stroked down Katy's inner thigh, loving how utterly drenched it was, before he ever so slowly pushing outwards... and the angel blushed furiously but spread her legs for him, and pulled them up while he rolled her short leather skirt out of the way, revealing her folds still gaping wide from how much he had stretched her out. "Permanently Daddy-sized." He whispered, and Sylvia looked at the loose vagina with a gape of shock, made only worse by reading those same words in a little tattoo in flowing italics that marked her trimmed groin.

"How did you say the other night...? God always wins...?" Killer teased, keeping his voice calm and easy and soft even as he gripped the chains above Katy's head and easily hefted her up higher before turning her around to reveal her tailhole, just as viciously resized. And there, around the devastated hole, was another little tattoo saying just the same. God always wins. And on the opposite side, Daddy's Angel, Daddy's Bitch.

"You bastard! You motherfucking bastard! You monster!" Sylvia cried out, her eyes bulging almost out of her sockets and saliva flying towards his massive form, but she couldn't even spit on him, her drool burning out of existence long before it could land on him. Killer only smirked, leaning down over her just enough to let his gargantuan cock lean against her, its weight and mass pinning her against the statue while he just rested his arms on his knees and licked his lips at the feel of her abs rubbing against the huge head of his member. "Katy loves me, Sylvia. She adores me, she worships me, she serves me..." He spoke softly, almost gently, reaching up to softly grind two thick fingers over Katy's labia, grinning as hot nectar rolled down them and dripped slowly to the floor, before he did the same with Sylvia's own, and even though she angrily hissed against him, her body trembled violently and rewarded his touch with hot, clear juices. He brought the soaked fingers up to Katy's mouth and the angel looked at him with a tremble of fear but also of lust, blushing bright red but reaching forwards to take both digits into her mouth, whispering: "I do, daddy... and I always will. And whatever you want from me, you'll have it." She paused briefly, then she shook her head slightly and again tenderly said: "But this is not who you are. Daddy, I know you are better than this. You can be almighty without being a monster. I know you can."

"No, Katy, no, no! Not this monster...! not him...! Why did you give in to him...?" Sylvia whimpered, but it was a weak, desperate cry that fell on deaf ears as Katy closed her eyes and suckled loudly, while Sekhmeth watched on in awe and delight, sitting with her legs scissored wide open and both hands working furiously in her folds.

"You begged me to fuck you even when it became clear that I was not going to stop... even while I was ripping you apart you screamed my name again and again and again, and your body reacted to every touch of mine, remember...?" Killer cruelly recalled, and Sylvia dropped her head forwards and shrieked in denial, trying to drown out his calm words... but they were undeniable, invincible, loud like bombs and always tore into her mind and body. "That's why I often think of you... of us." Killer added, and Sylvia did her best to glare at him but she just ended up groaning as his behemoth cock throbbed again and swelled even greater, before she shut her eyes and shook her head from side to side to side, sobbing brokenly as she trembled violently and cried: "Stop it s-stop it, s-s-stop.. s-stop it, just end it... I... I can't..."

"But as much as I might have thought back fondly to you, for me it was just another rape... for you, I was the first and last sex you ever had. The one and only. How many times did I fill your nightmares...? Or maybe they were dreams, huh...?" Killer snickered mercilessly and nuzzled her lightly, slowly kissing the side of her neck while his fingers pushed a little harder against her sex, finding it soaked but clenched shut, as if it was made of steel. "Heaven's magic is trying to protect you... but you know that I could ram my cock through it like it wasn't even there. Right now, before I'm even half-hard."

Sylvia whimpered pathetically, her arms rattling the chains that kept them bound above her head, but her breath quickened even further and fear was just part of the reason. He pulled back a little, so that their eyes met, and she glared at him with horror and hate, but it was an empty, half-hearted rage. Much of her resolution was in tatters - or better, in droplets - on the floor already, and her defences were collapsing, crumbling in front of him as he flexed and grinned sharkishly, muscles bulging explosively and capturing her gaze, a soft groan escaping her lips before she shut her eyes with what hoped to pass for an angry snarl. He only snickered, feeling her half-looking at him through one peering eye, likely not wanting to, but unable to simply keep her eyes closed, her body trembling and all but leaning forwards to grind against his invincible cock as he easily added: "You know it well... Heaven is nothing compared to me. A weak toy I can do everything I want with. No better than you, in fact."

He flexed with a hungry growl, and she shuddered in awe and fear and in confirmation of his words, but despite how delicious it was, how erotic, despite the immense power and pleasure roaring within him he was determined not to use his force. There was a much greater prize at hand: he wanted them to beg for his force. He wanted Sylvia to renounce to Heaven's protection and give herself to him. He wanted the daughter to offer him the mother. He wanted the mother to feed him the daughter. He was not just going to destroy them, but conquer them first. Sylvia hated him, spited him, cursed him... but he was going to have her not only giving up her own life, but Katy's life as well.

And he could feel Sekhmeth's gaze on his muscular back as she studied him and judged him with a solemn and interested expression, eager to see how far he could go, impatient to discover how much he mastered his power and his role of ultimate predator. He was too superior to just take by means of raw strength. No, his prey had to beg for the undeserved honor of having their lives destroyed by him.

And there was no uncertainty about what he was doing. No mystery about what he wanted. He playfully kissed down Sylvia's neck and she shuddered helplessly, closing her eyes with a cry as she tilted her head away from him, but her body arched towards him, trembling in fear, horror and need, her breath quickening even further as she almost reached forwards to grip into his shoulders, the chains jangling before he told them their faith: "Before my cock is even fully hard, you'll beg me to destroy you. And you know it, Sylvia... yours were dreams more than nightmares. When you imagined me coming to fuck Katy into pieces you couldn't help but crave the day when you'd see it happening. And when you cried at night when thinking of me it was because you were eager to serve as my cumdump again. Can you deny it?"

Sylvia sobbed brokenly, but then a quiet moan escaped her throat and she bowed her head forwards, her hips trembling harder, instinctively bucking forwards hard as he touched her sex again... and her defences had weakened and almost completely collapsed, the steel turning into nothing more than a thin layer of cellophane, her pussy spreading easily as his finger slipped inside, making her squirm and moan loudly, her legs trembling violently as his lone digit proved enough to savagely stretch her out. "Fuck, I remembered you being tight, but this... this is going to be brutal..." Killer hungrily commented, and Sylvia snarled, but it was a hopeless, empty sound, broken and lost and horribly charged with need. Even that snarl was a prayer to him, and her eyes looked up at him with a terrible, suicidal craving.

"But don't worry, once I'm done destroying you I will bring you back... because I want more little girls from you. Katy will show you how to do it properly, Sylvia... and while the little girls grow up until they can take my cock without it breaking them into pieces, you will keep it clean with your tongues every morning and you will serve it every night!" Killer snarled, grinning widely, before he leaned against the statue with one hand on either side of her head, looking down at her face covered in tears and smeared makeup... and Sylvia gave a loud, heart-breaking, shattered, choked, weak sob before nodding and bowing her head forwards, lowering her gaze as her defences crumbled completely and juice gushed out of her folds, her vagina virginal and yet at the same time broken, devastated, blood leaking out of her like it had after their first meeting, when he had pulverized her virginity the first time. She rasped a single word out, surrendering to him for the second time, giving up her virginity a second time: "Please..."

Killer immediately felt an influx of energy pumping in his veins: the protection she had enjoyed because of Heaven became his to devour, along with the force that such dark rituals had to offer... but it was just an anticipation, a hint as he snorted in contempt, idly flexing one enormous arm. Heaven's force was insignificant compared to his, and he wanted more. Far more.

But Katy, even while offering herself to him without reserves, gently said: "Daddy... if that is what you want, I'll gladly give it to you. But this is not what you truly want. I know the true you, and this is not it."

Killer paused for a moment at that, slowly turning to look down at her, and she offered him a serene, loving smile before closing her eyes with serenity, reassuring her mother too: "He won't hurt us, mom. He is no monster. I know my father."

Sylvia was too broken to be relieved by her words, but Killer swallowed and hesitated, and looked down at his hands for a few long moments, staring at the dark metal covering them like he saw it for the very first time. His eyes lost some of their ferocity, and he gritted his fangs at the sudden pain in his head, before hearing Black Killer's voice, vicious and arrogant and imperious, barking: "Take the bitches, and rip them apart! They are the cheapest pussies you own, and yet could give you so much power! Take all of it! Take all of it, you coward!"

"Katy..." Killer quietly said, and the shackles holding her captive burst into flames and dissolved, allowing the angel to hop down to her feet. The huge male panted hard and gripped into the sides of his head, groaning in pain and confusion, before images of the past minutes and hours assaulted him with all of their clarity and all of their horrible force... and he was suddenly fully aware of Black Killer's shouting and rambling and snarling. Earlier, Black Killer hadn't needed to say a thing, and now Killer knew why: he was doing exactly what his evil twin, or evil side, wanted.

Ira felt the pressure on her heart and mind easing off as well, and she finally managed to stand up, her voice returning in full force along with control of her thoughts, and she immediately shouted: "Killer, listen to Katy! This is not what you want. This is not what you are!" She paused for a moment, then shut her eyes with a cry of sorrow and added: "I failed you! I'm sorry, but I couldn't stop you. I couldn't stop Sekhmeth... I... she... set my lust loose. She dominated my mind and yours. She has pushed you on and on, all this time!"

"Oh, no..." Killer whispered, feeling ice gripping his heart, his eyes opening wide as he stared at Sylvia, practically drooling like a beast with need and fear and submission, and his mind filled with images from all of his nightmares, along with the terrible awareness of everything he had done. "I... did it again..."

The shackles then held Sylvia were incinerated instantaneously and the small female collapsed forwards, but Katy easily caught her mother in her arms and hugged her tightly, whispering reassuring words in her ears. Killer heard only one phrase, repeated a few times along with others: "See, mom? I told you. He is no monster. He is my daddy, and he takes care of me."

Tears of rage and despair threatened to spill from his eyes as he clenched his fists and turned around with a roar of fury and, most of all, hate for himself. He sought Sekhmeth with his glare, but the goddess fearlessly stood her ground and shouted: "I did it all for you! I did it to give you what you truly want and what you truly deserve! I did it because I love you!"

"This. Is. Not. What. I. Want!" Killer boomed, in a mix of despair and fury, arching his back and spreading his arms outwards, sending terrifying ripples of energy exploding across space while the metallic blade-scales covering him vanished, revealing his normal body, his white fur, his black stripes, his scars and his handsome features. "I don't want to be a monster!"

"You will decide what is what!" Sekhmeth exclaimed, looking at him with a grin full of merciless pleasure. "If you will order the night to turn into day and the day into night, so it will be! Why waste time caring for the dust under your toes? Creating new one will be just as easy as destroying the old! You will be supreme: good and evil, right and wrong will entirely depend on your decisions."

"But I will know how wrong it is!" Killer shouted in frustration, before turning around to look at Sylvia, shivering in horror and mumbling: "I know how wrong it is... I see it... I'm not blind to... to this."

He knelled near Sylvia and Katy, and the angel smiled at him, squeezing lightly on his massive shoulder to reassure him, while the older, far smaller female panted hard, her body still rattling violently, blood leaking from her sex even though he hadn't physically raped her. The shivering female couldn't help but stare at his enormous, arrogant cock as it rested heavily on the ground, only half-hard but already looking nothing short of omnipotent. He bit his lower lip with a grunt of horror and disgust at himself... and at the same time, part of him sorely regretted stopping while mother and daughter were there for him to play with. He closed his eyes and grimaced at that, cursing himself under his breath, and he hesitatingly reached down to caress Sylvia's cheek, shushing her gently. "I'm sorry, Sylvia... I'm terribly sorry..." He was horrified by what he had done, and he spent several long and torturous moments thinking of the consequences of his actions: even though he had not gone ahead with the rape, he had ruined her life again. Just when she was starting to trust him somewhat and believe that even he could change, he had given her every reason to hate and dread him and never believe his word again. And he had done so in front of Katy... he didn't dare turning to watch her in the eyes, afraid of what he could have found there, even though her hand continued to squeeze into his shoulder with affection, filling him with a loving warmth he felt he didn't deserve. Katy's gentle, loving energies flowed into him from the shoulder towards the heart, but that heavenly warmth gave him shivers as the rest of him only seemed to get colder in response. He felt monstrous like he hadn't for a long, long time. He felt unworthy of her affection, and when Ira crawled over and gripped his other shoulder he trembled and almost recoiled away from them, dropping his head in shame. Tears rolled down his cheeks while his gaze moved towards the scraps of cloth on the ground, and he closed them while flicking his wrist, easily creating Sylvia's wonderful dress anew, hiding her splendid body from sight. For a moment he thought about distorting Time to go back, to cancel what had happened, but he hesitated: it probably was within his possibilities, but it felt like a cheap, dishonest solution, one that allowed him to simply escape from his responsibilities. Just because he could probably do it didn't mean he should. "Daddy... I knew you would stop. I've never doubted of it. And you've not disappointed me." Katy gently whispered, but the huge male shook his head violently and muttered: "Of course I have, Katy... look what I did!" He pointed down at Sylvia, trembling in disgust as the female curled up in a fetal position and gazed fearfully up at him, hugging herself as she did her best to make herself small and invisible. Her eye was open wide and filled with tears, fixed on him, sign of terror but also silent accusation...but Katy wrapped an arm around her mother's shoulders and pulled her close, and Sylvia's features immediately relaxed even as she continued sobbing weakly.

"You resisted to temptation. You refused the quick and easy path to ultimate, unmatched power." Katy remarked, squeezing into his shoulder and restraining him when he attempted to move back, away from Sylvia, in the hope that it would ease off her pain and fear. The angel gently but firmly pulled him closer instead, and he allowed himself to be guided, surprised to see Sylvia's breath normalizing somewhat. "Do you really believe many others would have been able to resist that temptation?"

"I didn't, Killer... I couldn't. And it wasn't about me, it was about you. But the pleasure of thinking of you as the invincible, almighty master was such that... that I just played along. Cheered you on. Admired your strength in action." Ira offered, bowing her head forwards in shame as she added: "I beg your forgiveness, daddy... I had promised to keep you safe, and I failed to live up to my word."

"It is not your fault, Ira... you have nothing to apologize for." Killer quietly replied, but the cobra squeezed hard on his shoulder and reached up to grip his muzzle, forcing him to look straight at her as she firmly countered: "No, that is not true! You are not Elelyon, remember...? You shouldered the weight of my own darkness, reducing my burden... and yet I failed you. I have much to apologize for, and you should not shoulder the blame for my own failures."

Killer stared at her silently, finding no words to offer, and then Sylvia groaned and sat up a bit, gazing at him in disbelief as she whispered: "You spared us... you really did..."

She was clearly incredulous, and he could not blame her for her diffidence, but what amazed him was the lack of hate and rage in her voice. He turned around to gaze down at her with concern, and she glared at him for a few long moments... before offering him the slightest of smiles, encouraged by a loving squeeze from Katy. "You... you are an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, a brute, an arrogant exhibitionist. But... still... maybe you are not a monster, after all." Sylvia hesitatingly whispered, even as she continued to hug herself, obsessively covering her breasts even though her dress did it perfectly well on its own. "There is a monster inside you, and sometimes it tries to get out... But now I see what Katy sees in you. A loving father. I don't know who will win in the end, the Father or the Monster, but I'm glad that today the father had the upper hand."

"I'm glad for it too, Sylvia. I... cannot apologize enough for what happened. I..." Killer tried to find words, but everything he could think of was inadequate when not flat out pathetic in comparison to his actions. How could an apology ever be enough? Katy smiled at him, however, and he felt her warm love filling him up, stopping the violent trembling of his fingers... before he froze in a mix of fury and horror as Sekhmeth roared: "Don't ignore me, Master! I've done more than everyone else to help you ascend to true power! Don't let hesitations and stupid sentimentalism cage you and your strength, your destiny is to rule supreme!"

"Not like this." Killer angrily retorted, standing up and turning around to face the mighty, beautiful goddess. He glared at her, but the look in her eyes made much of his rage recede, replaced by sadness: there could be no doubt, looking at her, that she truly adored him and that everything she had done was in the name of love. It was a love that verged on obsession; a feeling that clearly ruled her entire life, and the lioness appeared torn between despair and fury at his reprimand.

"My love... I know what I saw in you. You are the one, you are the only. You are destined to rule supreme... do not disappoint me. Do not allow your fears and worries to hold you back..." Sekhmeth hoarsely, sensually urged, spreading her arms wide and offering her spectacular body to him, grinning widely as she flexed and light glinted over her thighs due to the long rivers of hot nectar that streaked down all the way to the ground from her blossomed, needy folds. "You own all of this. All of me. All of us. All of everything. Don't hesitate. Don't lie to me... I know what you truly like."

"Sekhmeth, I like you. I love you, in fact..." Killer calmly began to reply, admiring her fantastic physique, her massive muscles, her prodigious breasts, the fiery red mane... he truly did like her. As she stood before him on full display, offering him herself and the entire universe, he struggled to resist. The animal side of him craved to invade her, conquer her, fill her up, break her down into an exhausted heap of flesh, and it was not just physical attraction. She was proud, she was independent, and she was a predator under every point of view. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, and Killer loved that confidence, that strength. Her eyes promised him pleasures that nobody else had ever even imagined. Her mouth seemed to whisper at him even when closed. Her powerful, splendid body flexed and moved with such sensuality that shivers of desire went down his spine. She knew how to force males on their knees, and she made no mystery of it: the number of gods that had lost their mind lusting after her only to be rejected and ignored could only be imagined. The number of her lovers was astonishingly high as well, and the stories of how she had broken them all like the toys they were filled literal books in the libraries of Heaven and Hell. Very few males had genuinely gained her respect and affection, or at least her attention, and she had eventually worn out every single one of them. The rings pierced through her black-fleshed labia were the only reminder of those formidable lovers... and even those were, in the end, trophies commemorating her indomitable hunger more than their worth.

She was a terrible and spectacular dominatrix, a bane of males; and Killer had known it from the very first moment their gazes had met in midair. She had laid down her challenge and he had accepted it without hesitation. From the very first meeting, he had wanted her and known that one day he was going to own her. "I'm glad that you love me and it honors me that you've chosen me... and I'm glad to have you with me. And I'm grateful for your training and all the strength you've allowed me to build up. But do not guess my desires, and do not second guess my decisions. I don't want to be a monster. Part of me would love it, but it is not my path."

Sekhmeth recoiled a bit at his words, but she evidently struggled to accept them, and she slowly lowered her arms, shaking her head slowly as she urgently half-ordered, half-begged: "Tell me that you are joking! You cannot shy away from your power, from your destiny! Don't be a coward, Killer, you are not soft like Elelyon. You are born to be the Master!"

Killer sighed in a mix of violent feelings. Rage, frustration and sorrow mixed together and part of him urged to use brutal force to teach her a lesson. He flexed his enormous musculature, unable to restrain his excessive vigor, and then he seemed to vanish from the spot, moving with terrible, blinding speed until he was right in front of Sekhmeth, his hand crushing her throat as he effortlessly hefted her off the ground, glaring down into her eyes. She was clearly in denial, and he knew that there was only one language that she was going to understand in that moment... or at least that was his overeager body told him. She groaned in a mix of surprise and bliss, clawing lightly into his wrist as her eyes glowed with hunger and with true, unadulterated happiness in front of his assault. "I'm not renouncing to achieving my full potential. But I do not want to let my strength rule in my place. If I can't control my power I'm not God, but just a mindless beast."

"Oh, but you can control your power, and you will... admit it, what you like the most is exactly feeling the horror and despair of those you destroy! Hear as they cry, listen to their thoughts while they curse the unfairness of you being invincible and their being nothing but zeroes!" Sekhmeth cackled, and then she hungrily licked her lips, before hoarsely adding: "You feel it all, clearly. You feel their hate, their envy, their hopeless adoration of your strength that fills them with awe as well as fear. You are aware of it all, and that is what makes it so good!"

Killer trembled in a mix of rage and horror at her words, his cheeks flushing a bit because they were entirely accurate and they nailed him to his terrible responsibilities. No, he was no mindless beast indeed... he was a very aware predator and mass murderer. But he had promised to change. He was working to change. He was trying to be the savior rather than the destroyer. Why couldn't she understand...? "Sekhmeth, enough. I told you, I don't want to carry on like that. I can be something better than walking apocalypse. So, shut the hell up. Stop teasing me. Don't make it any harder than it already is." He coldly commanded, eyes narrowing and burning with a dangerous, vicious light while his claws tore into her flesh, drawing blood as he brutally squeezed on her throat, making her cry out in pain... but even that sound immediately turned into a groan of intense pleasure instead, hips bucking hard and toes curling as her hands slid slowly down his massive arm, rolling over enormous, harder-than-diamond chords of thick muscle before reverently stroking over the gigantic bicep. "Nobody ever was strong enough to manhandle me..." The lioness lustfully whispered, her eyes glowing with delight and... was it gratitude? "I remember seducing Ares, and then Taranis... even Seth. The gods of war that came before you talked a big game, but could not live up to their reputations and promises. Lemuel always had me curious, but he is too holy and pure and shit to put his dick to use. Poor boy, I wonder at times if he ever knows he has a dick, and how a female is built beneath the skirt." She laughed, and Killer looked at her for a moment, unsure about whether she was making him more aroused or just plain angrier. She was shamelessly bad and incredibly hungry, worse than many Insatiables and Passions and Incarnations of lust, and he admittedly loved both aspects of her, but on the other hand she had almost made him rape Sylvia and Katy into pieces, and he could not possibly forgive her for it. He throttled her with a snarl, his other hand slowly clenching into a massive fist, but the goddess grinned even as she choked, drool leaking from her gaping mouth but her tongue still slowly, teasingly pushing out, revealing how long and tentacle-like it was and easily reaching down to lick at the fingers that were tearing deep into her own neck. "Yes, Master, yes! Hit me!" Sekhmeth exclaimed, and there was true hunger, true need in her eyes as she stared at his enormous fist as it lashed forwards, slamming into her solid abs with enough strength to slam her back, her body arching violently as she spat blood and drool from her mouth, eyes bulging in agony... before they closed as she slumped in his grip and shivered in delight. "Yes... such strength... the pain... that pain that no one else was able to inflict on me..." She opened her eyes and stared at him with true adoration, massaging his enormous bicep and whispering words of praise for it and his terrifying strength, before looking at him with half-lidded eyes, licking her lips slowly and sending a hot shudder of terrible hunger down his spine as she teased: "Let me be your huntress... I will find prey. I will hunt them for you... I will mark them and their worlds in your name. And I will bring the strong ones to you and destroy the weaker ones, the ones not even worthy to see your mighty shadow, to be in your awesome presence..." She spread her arms to indicate the arena around them, smiling radiantly up at him, trembling in pleasure and breathing hard in and out while she stared up at him, into his handsome features, his dominating blue eyes. "This arena was my first gift to you, Master... all the prey I brought to you was just the beginning. Let me serve you, without limits, without restraints... I'm determined to do well, to find worthy prey, to please you, my God of Gods. I'm your toy, and your weapon, and your messenger, and I will make all bow before you and your might. Allow me to be your whore, your meat, your fucktoy... because with even just a droplet of your precum in my body, with just that one iota of your power, I will be infinitely stronger than any divinity, just as you'll be infinitely more powerful than I could ever, ever be... Just take your throne, and set me loose. Allow me to make sure all others know their place in Your universe, Master!" Killer shut his eyes in front of that alluring promise, snarling as he tried to shut it out of his mind, where whispers from the dark corners were urging him to accept. His heart was racing with lust, and his blood seemed to boil in his veins as his powerful body flexed in anticipation, spurred on by the images that her words and her psychic powers evoked in his head.

"Sekhmeth, I like you a lot. You are a predator by nature, and a bane of gods. You are clearly used to conquering and ruling, more than following... and it shows even now." Killer said, glaring down into her eyes and trying hard to resist to the incredible sensuality of her gaze, which was supercharged with a delicious mixture of slavish adoration and dominatrix command that he thought only Alexis could master. "You are trying to rule the agenda, even in your submission. You want me to go where you have decided, but that's not going to work." He made an almost imperceptible pause as a part of him noticed, without regrets, that Alexis was able to make it work pretty often. "If you are to stay with me, you will have to learn to behave. I give the orders. You carry them out."

Sekhmeth beamed at that, grinning widely and licking her lips while her thighs ground slowly together, her muscular form flexing as she murred in bliss, then purred: "Very good, Master, very good... You truly are the one. You can resist my Domination, and very few can claim that honor."

"You shameless bitch." Killer snorted, but half of it was amusement even as he turned around and smashed her back into the statue of himself, making her grunt as her back slammed into the hard stone hard enough to crack it, her body half-sinking into one of the legs of the stone titan. She grunted in pain but grinned widely, eager for more, her hands gripping firmly into his wrist in a way that made him tense up, ready for a fight, before she teased: "I would love to wear a collar for you... but if I can't set the rule from the bottom and you truly want to play the part of the knight in shining armor, I will need very, very good reasons to bow down to you. I'm happy to be the slave of the invincible master of all, but of the savior...? I must be certain you won't become as boring as Elelyon and Lemuel. Good boys are so boring..."

Killer grinned at that, his eyes narrowing as she half-lidded her eyes and looked at him with a delicious mix of submission and challenge, and he rolled his shoulders slowly, cracking his neck as he said softly: "You want to play, Sekhmeth...? Okay. You got me in the mood. Let's play."

The lioness purred in delight, eyes flashing with satisfaction and anticipation, and Ira stepped forwards, arms crossed on her chest and eyes glowing solid emerald as she calmly said: "I'm sure I already know the answer, but I must ask anyway: do you want me to punish the bitch for you?"

"No, Ira, thanks." Killer softly replied, his eyes locked with Sekhmeth's as the lioness flexed and smacked her fist into the palm of her other hand, her muscles bulging so powerfully that the thick leather straps of her outfit groaned and stretched audibly, threatening to snap. "This is a game I love to play personally."

The lioness licked her muzzle at that, winking at him as she seized his wrist with both hands... and her fingers became incandescent, glowing with a heat that no fire, not even the nuclear furnaces of the stars, could have possibly produced. Killer winced in pain and shock as her fingers burned literally into his arm, and his arm trembled violently, allowing the goddess to pry his grip loose. She elegantly dropped down in a crouch and immediately leaned up to teasingly kiss his gigantic shaft even as she smashed a punch into his massive thigh, making him wince in pain as his leg bent and threatened to give. The lioness grinned and ducked between his legs, purposefully letting the gigantic shaft drag all over her back before she spread her arms to slam her fists into the back of his knees, making him grunt in surprise and pain as he staggered forwards and nearly fell over... just to feel her groping his enormous balls, squeezing into them with adoration and with ferocious hunger, manhandling the great sperm tanks as she murred: "Always loved your balls. Never seen anything remotely comparable to these huge tanks..."

He straightened and turned around with a snort, but Sekhmeth leaned up until her head was under his tail, her tongue dragging slowly over his musky, sweaty crack, making him close his eyes with a little grunt of pleasure and surprise before she squeezed on a great testicle with violent force. He kicked one foot out to stomp on her, but she rolled easily to the side with a laugh, her eyes glinting as she smiled up at him while his foot narrowly missed and sunk deep into the stone, sending cracks exploding in every direction, magma surging through the fissures and exploding upwards in huge geysers, but Sekhmeth moved with incredible rapidity, shifting from foot to foot and easily getting out of the way of the explosions, literally dancing in the middle of that inferno of fire, the flames casting ever-changing shadows over her spectacular body. "You truly are made of a whole different stuff, Killer... with far less of a squeeze I've had gods whimpering on the floor and calling for mommy." She laughed, then grinned widely as she tilted her head to the side and looked at his flaccid but titanic shaft. "But what about your cock now, Master...?" The lioness teased, grinning widely as she seemed to vanish from the spot, sidestepping with incredible speed and ease, avoiding the fist that he lashed out towards her huge breasts. She gazed at the immense shaft as it swung heavily against his thigh, sensually licking her lips and grinning at him as she arched her back and flaunted her prodigious bosom. "Still not hard? Should I be worried...? Did we finally wear it out...? Is it made of polystyrene now?"

Killer snorted at the provocation, grinning gamely as she winked and smiled at him. There was no hate in their fight. They weren't enemies. But they weren't friends, either: it was a struggle for supremacy and for sheer pleasure, and Alexis had more than put him to the test in that kind of game. "Your fault, Sekhmeth. I'm used to being surrounded by teasing, eager-to-serve goddesses and I won't get hard for someone unworthy of my attention. Show me that you are worthy of my time, and it'll get plenty hard."

"Oh, am I too little for you...?" The lioness playfully asked, before spreading her arms wide to summon her terrible all-consuming desert wind, incandescent and cruel, laden with abrasive sand that could grind armor into nothing but rust and dust within seconds. Her eyes glowed as she flexed her great muscles, and her whip of fire appeared in the air beside her, its flaming body beginning to spin slowly around her, before it swung out, guided by her psychic force. Killer felt the tremendous shockwave of heat as the whip lashed across the air, seeming to rip wounds into reality itself as the power of the weapon made the air tremble, shake, twist, and a thunderous roar rattled and fractured the ground, but Killer kept his eyes on her and swung his arm up, growling as the whip smacked into it, burning into his flesh. He purposefully allowed it to wrap several times around his forearm just as Sekhmeth leapt forwards, and he growled and yanked it hard to the side. The goddess recoiled ever so slightly because of the telekinetic recoil that hit her, but she still managed to duck under his massive fist to slam her palm hard up into his chiseled biceps, grinning widely as his muscles and flesh sizzled and burned, smoldering as her hand pierced deep into him. "You might want to use again that cool metal skin of yours." Sekhmeth teased, springing back up to her feet and seizing his thigh to spin acrobatically out of the way of a vicious elbow drive of his, her muscles flexing as she yanked on his leg to try and break it... but even as the huge male stumbled backwards he was able to drive his fist hard into her chest, knocking the wind out of her as her sternum dented deeply inwards and she fell down to one knee. "Hey! Shots to the boobs are cheap!" Sekhmeth exclaimed, grinning even as she spat a thick gout of blood, and the huge male easily replied: "Not my fault you have such huge ones."

She slammed her hands into the ground before her knee had even touched the floor entirely, and she swung on the spot, extending one long, muscular leg to sweep-kick at his feet, but the huge male avoided the assault and leapt up to smash his knee into her. It missed narrowly as she slammed one palm into his shin, knocking the blow upwards away from her chest, but his foot still caught her and knocked her crashing onto her back. He immediately straddled her and allowed his gigantic cock to smack down on her face, making her grunt in a mix of pain and delight at the sheer weight and mass of it, the immense shaft hitting hard enough to snap her head to the side. "Is this how you treat ladies?"

"You are no lady, you are a colossal slut, and proud to be." He amusedly countered, before pushing his fingers in her blood-red hair to grip into her skull, forcing her to look up at him as he seized into his thick cock and smacked it down onto her face and chest once, twice, thrice, bruising her cheeks and boobs and smacking her muzzle hard enough to make her nose bleed as he growled: "How do you like it, now? Polystyrene my arse!"

She shuddered in bliss and arched her back under his pounding, then gripped into his enormous shaft and jerked and stroked it hungrily, almost helping him slapping her face even harder. Her fingers were incandescent and his cock smoldered, but the huge male only gritted his fangs and smashed her head hard back into the ground, covering her with his enormous form. She growled in delight, pumping hard on his gigantic shaft and grinning hungrily as she played with Killer's vast cumslit, reaching up to kiss its yawning mouth, sliding her long, dexterous tongue inside the huge hole as her hands stroked over the sensitive, enormous ridge of his cockhead, then massaged over 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 right from his vast bull-hole. "Harder, you whore!" Killer growled, and the lioness grunted in awe and delight as she felt the colossal shaft becoming harder and hotter, filling up with such supernatural heat that even her hands no longer affected the great member, which swelled even larger, throbbing with power and growing by more than fourteen inches in one single, glorious flex. He yanked his massive shaft up and she pushed her tongue out with a hungry growl, murring in bliss when it smacked down on her features, bigger and harder and heavier than before, making her muzzle creak before rising again... And a thick, heavy, enormous rope of dense, sperms-rich precum began to dangle from the titanic cockhead, stretching down towards her tongue as more and more virile batter flowed out, making the rope thicker and heavier. The almighty rope of precum dangled majestically in time with Sekhmeth's furious strokes, and she held up her other hand to summon a little planet, one of the many he had conquered by destroying alien gods in the arena. He saw it, but decided not to stop her, instead grinning down at her as she beamed at the sight of the puny planet getting dragged through the air, its orbit changing as it became a slave of the heavy, immense string of precum, the few still alive on the planet crying as even the mountains crumbled into dust around them as the planet rushed back and forth through space, following the mass of precum. The Moon was caught first, shattering into dust when it impacted against the rope of precum, the seminal fluid too thick, too strong, for the pathetic grain of dirt to break through its surface tension. For the doomed Moon, it was a suicidal crash against an indestructible wall. The planet followed a moment later, shattering like glass on impact, its end leaving the titanic sperms on the other side of the surface of the fluid completely unfazed. Planets were too tiny and puny to gain the attention of even one of Killer's throw-away giga-sperms.

Sekhmeth growled in delight at that, and 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 his unmatched virility while more of that endless rope covered her hair, her features, gluing one eye shut. She loudly suckled and slurped and smacked the thick pre in her mouth and she hungrily smeared more of it down her breasts and abs, arching her back with a growl of ecstasy. "Yes, this is more like it...! But you might need those beautiful ridges of yours to truly deal with me..."

"Careful what you wish for." Killer easily replied, smiling at her even as he swung his hardening cock again, smashing it into her muzzle and crushing her head down into the floor, before she folded her legs and smashed both feet up into his abs, knocking all wind out of his lungs and sending him flying backwards with a breathless grunt. He caught himself in midair and landed on his feet, his toe-talons digging deep trenches in the ground as he screeched to a stop, and he had to duck under a perfect roundhouse kick from the goddess, who smiled playfully and said: "See? I really do love you. No hits beneath the belt."

The huge male snorted in entertainment at that even as she swung one arm towards him, sending her fire whip cracking in the air as it snapped violently against his chest, making him snarl in pain as it burned deep into his flesh, leaving a charred, smoldering wound across his masculine form. He staggered backwards, hissing in pain while his muscle and flesh began to rapidly regenerate, and he slapped the deadly whip away from his neck when it crackled again, those ferocious flames of destruction greedily enveloping his forearm while the lioness exploited the opening, leaning under his arm and pointing her index at him, grinning widely as she fired a series of tiny black "bullets" burning with her destructive force. They smashed into his abs with enough force to knock him stumbling backwards, blood exploding out of the large wounds, before he growled in annoyance, glaring at her and slowly flexing, his massive muscles forcing the large spheres back out of him and crushing them in the process, until they shattered and all the energy they contained was absorbed into him. She smiled widely at that, blowing imaginary smoke from the tip of her finger and winking at him in approval. "That's just as hot as I thought it would be."

He snorted in amusement, then suddenly charged forwards, his speed causing Sekhmeth to recoil in surprise as she again pointed her finger and blasted a series of dark spheres against him... only to see them tearing uselessly through his ghost image. She turned to the side with a grunt, rising both arms in front of her chest and gritting her fangs as his fist smashed into them with terrifying force, smashing her flying backwards into the wall of stone at the back of the terrace, cracks spreading through the cliff as she sunk deep into it. Her fire whip immediately snapped backwards and tore through the wall like it was made of butter, first on one side, then to the other, and she flexed with a snarl, yanking her arms forwards and tearing free as the entire section of cliff disintegrated into boulders and pebbles and dust. She pushed one hand out and stopped the largest spikes of stone in midair, forming a massive cloud of debris and deadly fragments, and then she hurled it towards Killer as he ran in from the side. He shielded himself with his massive arms, ignoring the projectiles of stone as they crumbled uselessly against him, and then spread his arms with a roar, blasting forth a shockwave of energy that turned all other debris into nothing but powder. It slammed into Sekhmeth as well as she lunged forwards, and it knocked her off course enough for him to smash his fist down into the back of her neck, sending her crashing like a meteor into the ground. He raised his foot to stomp on her and pin her down, but forgot to keep an eye on her deadly fire whip, which she immediately snapped against his chest, knocking him staggering backwards, before it yanked back and slashed out at neck level. Killer caught it in his hands this time, wrestling it out of her psychic grip, but that gave the goddess enough time to leap back up to her feet and viciously strike his face with a hard turning kick that sent him crashing sideways into the statue of himself.

He groaned in pain but immediately shoved himself off the wall of stone, just in time to avoid Sekhmeth's fist as it rushed forth and smashed through the cliff, causing most of that side of the arena to explode into space in a hailstorm of fragments that spun lazily as they left the planet's gravity field... before spinning violently, turning into sharp spikes that returned like missiles towards the arena, aiming for Killer just as he lashed out his own turning kick, forcing her to duck under his foot. The enormous barrage of spikes of stone smashed into him like a rain of meteors, but the huge male only snarled and flexed, tearing through the inferno and closing the distance with Sekhmeth, forcing her to roll out of the way as he caught an enormous spike of black stone and stabbed it down against her. It narrowly missed, becoming a sinister tombstone sticking out of the ground, and Killer leapt up onto it, using it like a ladder to jump skywards before twisting around to shove his hand towards the ground, blasting out a shockwave of terrifying force that sent all the other asteroids and projectiles crashing straight down on the lioness.

Sekhmeth grunted as the enormous boulders slammed down on her back, but she only gritted her fangs and shouldered them before throwing them away like they were nothing but feathers, straightening with a grin of intense satisfaction even as she licked up a rivulet of her own blood as it streaked down her muzzle, before the huge male landed with a matching smirk, his hands gripping into an enormous piece of stone, still showing the profile of the arena's terraces on one side, and he yanked this easily up, throwing it hard against the lioness, who immediately snapped her fire-whip against it, shattering it into gravel, before bracing for impact as Killer charged through the cloud of dust and lashed out his great fist. She grinned widely and flexed, lunging forwards a couple of steps and swinging up her own punch, counting on her speed to avoid his assault, but their arms crossed and they found each other's face, and the impact pulverized the stone all around them, blowing an enormous crater under their feet and sending large, terrible cracks tearing through the entire width of the arena. Killer stumbled backwards with a groan of pain, gripping his jaw and shutting his eyes for a moment, but Sekhmeth was smacked flying and she crashed sprawling on the ground, blood bursting out of her muzzle as she nearly fell unconscious.

She shut her eyes and let out a drawn-out sound that spoke of pain and pleasure at the same time, and then she arched her back, flexing and rolling over on her side, coughing harshly and spitting out a thick gout of blood before carefully gripping her jaw, holding it while it rapidly regenerated. The huge male was upon her before she could stand back up, and he roughly seized her by the skull, dragging her in front of him and forcing her on the knees before smacking his colossal cock on her bloodied face, brutally punching her features over and over again as he arrogantly jerked off, pumping out an ungodly load of thick precum that covered her entire muzzle and caked her crimson hair, more of it leaking thickly onto her vast cleavage. "Suck it." Killer simply commanded, and Sekhmeth shivered in bliss, hoarsely growling: "You beautiful bastard..." She ground her face against the enormous girth, smearing his thick essence all over her face as she purred and slowly opened her sore jaws as wide as they could go, reaching up with both hands to guide the massive, semi-hard shaft towards her mouth, but the titan brutally thrust forwards, his cock already adamantine even while still half-flaccid, and she gargled as the immense member rammed into the back of her throat and stuffed her mouth so full of thick meat that she felt like her entire skull would explode. "Make me hard, bitch... show me that you are good for something."

He squeezed hard on her head, savagely guiding her in quick, forceful bobs up and down his enormous cock while he rapidly picked up pace, grinning ay the obscene cacophony of wet squelches and gurgles as he fucked her face, feeding her the endless pillar of Godmeat, forcing it deep down her throat, slamming into her stomach even as the already titanic shaft throbbed and grew even larger, more of his colossal length spearing into her stomach. Sekhmeth's amber eyes struggled to open up as thick precum and drool caked them closed, but the lust burning in her gaze was astounding, and it made Killer's own blood boil, his muscles flexing and swelling even larger as he growled and felt his hunger increase a thousandfold. Her eyes glinted with malicious, teasing satisfaction as he thrust hard down her gullet, dragging her hard forwards until she was trapped between his legs while he viciously pile-drove his titan cock into her. Her long tongue stretched out welcomingly to cradle his gigantic shaft as she hungrily sealed her lips around the monstrous girth, sucking loudly and pushing air out of her nostrils in a wet, muffled whistle as strong precum burst out of them in sturdy, heavy ropes. She began to bob her head up and down, her tongue sliding slowly and seductively down the thick cock as she stroked the colossal length with both hands, firmly seizing into the hard flesh and urging him on, groaning lustfully at each powerful throb of his member. She murred in delight at the feeling of him growing, swelling, hardening inside her body, her neck bulging out of shape and her chest sticking outwards almost grotesquely, and the huge male spread his legs wide, throwing his head back with a growl as he yanked her forwards with brutal force, tears leaking out of her eyes as her muzzle smashed into his medial ring... and he mercilessly rammed forwards again, at the same time throbbing powerfully as his shaft pushed out another more-than-one-foot of black meat that was far harder than any steel. "Suck it, bitch, slurp it... and swallow all my load, if you can." He laughed at that, squeezing hard on her skull as it creaked, her face reduced to a mask of bubbling slobber as thick precum deluged out of her nostrils and out of the corners of her mouth. "A bit too much...? You'll better swallow quickly, because any mess you make, I'll have you licking it up." He taunted, and he slammed forwards again, roaring in delight as he managed to tear his medial ring inside her, even as her nose seemed to explode with the thick blasts of pre erupting out of it. His enormous balls swung forwards and heavily smacked into her breasts and bulging neck, and he growled in delight at the disgustingly lewd squelch resulting from it, before arching his back with a roar as he viciously yanked her head up until he felt her muzzle smashing into his diamond-hard abs.

Her eyes opened wide, bulging in shock and awe at that, and the thick precum ropes covering her eyelids caked her face even worse, but the sheer delight and need in her gaze was indescribable, her whole body burning with bliss as she suckled hungrily, loudly, her drool polishing the thick black flesh of his member and making it lucid, before she loudly gagged and coughed as another massive eruption of precum fired down her throat, the excess fluid puffing out her cheeks as she tried to hold it all and gulp it down, but thick jets erupted from the corners of her mouth and out of her nostrils, her eyes bulging with amazement as she let out a wet, gurgling groan. "Good girl..." Killer appreciatively said, and he meant it: few of his Disciples could deepthroat all of him, even while he was still only semi-hard. Sekhmeth purred in delight at his praise, even though the only sound was a scary gargle of tar-thick precum and a loud, wrecking cough. She seized into his muscular legs and pushed her face into his abs, grinding her features into the nasty, curly bangs of sweaty crotch hair, and she did her best to mouth the enormous and expanding girth, smearing messy marks of lipstick all over the hard meat and then hefting his low-hanging mega-balls up until her lips managed to met the colossal orbs, kissing their slopes as her tongue lashed out to taste them as best it could while crushed under the shaft, while her throat flexed and clenched around his titan girth in nasty deep gagging motions. Killer let out a low growl of delight at that, throwing his head back with a grin as he listened to the obscene gargling and squelching as he drowned the goddess in precum so thick that it needed to be chewed, her face a complete mess as sturdy ropes of his virile essence hung from her muzzle and from her breasts, swinging heavily back and forth while he squeezed into her skull and rammed himself home into her, down to the hilt, his eyes burning, massive, muscular form thrumming with absolute power as her stomach bulged outwards with the immensity of his shaft and of his virile pre.

"Holy shit... is she hollow inside...?" Sylvia tremblingly wondered as she rested in her daughter's lap, curled up in fetal position but staring with wide-open eyes at the clash between Killer and Sekhmeth. Katy coughed a bit, embarrassingly half-grinning and turning her head to the side, but she gently squeezed her mother between her strong arms, trying to reassure and support her. Katy's own legs still trembled a bit, but in her case lust was definitely dominant over fear, and she shifted a bit on the spot. She was seated on the ground, her legs crossed as if she was preparing to meditate... but it was just to keep Sylvia somewhat aloft, where she wouldn't get her gown soaked by the desire that leaked out of Katy's sore, stretched-out folds. Ira, who was sitting at their sides, shamelessly stroking over her naked sex every now and then while rolling a huge breast slowly with the other hand, grinned in amusement and tilted her head to the side as she admitted: "We kind of are. It is part of becoming his Disciples... our internal organs have been entirely rearranged to make us a lot more sturdier... and to ensure we can better please his cock. I'm afraid other males truly would get hopelessly lost inside us."

Sylvia turned to gaze at Ira, and the cobra looked down at her half-expecting the cat to start screaming in distaste and fear of their "alien" nature, but surprisingly the smaller female only blushed bright crimson, finally shaking her head and returning her gaze to the two gods "fighting" in the distance. "But Sekhmeth is not a Disciple. At least, not yet..."

"I suppose the lucky bitch already has a suitable body." Ira easily replied, shrugging a bit. "Being a Passion, I had it too. We demons of lust love big thing; small things sadden us. My body was nowhere near as accommodating as it is now, though... Killer is really, really big."

"Yeah..." Sylvia breathed in a bare whisper of a voice. Ira heard it and smirked a bit to herself, but refrained from making comments. A part of her, however, grinned because that single word made it clear that he had won again.

"I'm confused as to what is going on there, though. Is it a fight, or... what...?" Sylvia quietly said after a few moments of silence, and Katy and Ira traded a little smile before the cobra easily replied: "That's because you haven't lived around him and Alexis as much as we did."

Killer viciously fucked the lioness's face, his thrusts rough and powerful and savage, his monstrous cock ramming down her gullet and stretching out her stomach, its tremendous girth pushing her breasts visibly apart as she trembled and clawed into his legs, bracing as best she could while precum and drool erupted out around the titanic girth and out of the goddess' nostrils as he pounded his monstrous tower of cock down into her body, her muzzle bleeding as it crashed into his powerful abs over and over again. He snarled as he squeezed into her skull like it was nothing but his toy, yanking her savagely, carelessly forwards to meet his potent pistons, her whole body shaking with every strike of his cock down her neck, his back arching as he snarled hungrily and felt himself throbbing and growing to full, behemotic erection, his girth breaking her jaws and causing her eyes to roll up in her skull, leaving them ghastly white while his massive cock flexed visibly and blasted a terrifying load of precum inside her, bloating her belly even as geysers of it burst back out around his member, more of it exploding out of her nose and somehow leaking even out of her ass, her body shuddering violently and seeming about to burst apart... but she still worked her head forwards eagerly, keeping up with his mighty thrusts as best she could to help him ram his monstrous member down her bulging throat.

His titanic testicles smashed into her chest with brutal force, splashing thick fluids out in every direction with each loud, wet impact and causing her great boobs to bounce majestically, reddened and bruised and completely caked in pre as he smashed her face hard into his abs again and again and again, laughing as her blood stained his great muscles and her eyes constantly rolled up in her skull much as she tried to gaze straight up at him. Her stretched-out throat greedily clung to every inch of immense shaft that tried to escape, working hard to recapture him whenever he yanked backwards, but after a while she attempted to pull back, to run away from his merciless pounding as she coughed and gagged hard upon the ocean of precum filling her to burst, vomiting up a huge wave of thick fluid only for the huge male to growl in pleasure and ram forwards to the hilt, yanking her head upwards to kiss his crotch as he felt her beating heart right next to his member, her fists weakly hitting his thighs as she choked and gargled, her eyes reduced to white pits of lust and pain. "You got me hard, bitch! Barely. You whore, you'll better learn fast how to suck cock right if you want to stick around me." Killer taunted, before tossing her head backwards with a snort of contempt as her chest unevenly heaved and her arms went limp at her sides. Her eyes fixed on him, glowing with hunger and adoration, and instead of pulling back all the way she began to bob her head rapidly up and down the enormous shaft, gripping eagerly into him, stroking his mighty cock with both hands, working her head forwards as eagerly as she could to help him ram his monstrous member down her bulging throat even as he grinned and lazily let her do all the work, resting one hand on his hip and idly gripping the top of her head with the other. Her tongue slowly spiraled around his tremendous girth, showing off all of its otherworldly dexterity as it wrapped fully around it several times, beginning to jerk it as well as cover it in hot drool. He grunted in delight at that, thrusting eagerly into that squeezing spiral of hot flesh as her entire throat began to clench rhythmically against him, literally milking him for all he was worth and causing his toes to twirl a bit, back arching as shivers of pure bliss ran down his spine. She sucked with amazing force, slurping loudly and obscenely, gargling and spluttering, and he thrust a bit harder into her, growling in ecstasy and dropping his head forwards to gaze into her burning, glowing eyes with a smirk of entertainment. "I know what you are trying to do... sucking away my energies. By all means, keep trying. I like that... the whole Hell of Lust tried that on me and failed. They only managed to spoil me: normal blowjobs are almost boring these days..."

Sekhmeth closed her eyes with a murr of ecstasy at that, a hot shiver running down her spine as she slowly, oh so slowly pulled back, sucking as hard as she could, her tongue and her whole throat squeezing and jerking and milking him, tugging not just at his hard meat but at his very vital energies... and she could feel them, so vigorous and powerful, so overwhelming, so superior to anything else she had ever dared dreaming of... it made her groan in delight and need, her hands squeezing into the titanic girth as if to force that immense, delightful force out of him, her hips bucking wildly and her folds drooling in need... but he only laughed as he flexed and drowned her with a colossal load of precum that exploded out of his member with enough force to make her recoil with a grunt.

"You can suck up all the precum you want... there is more than enough to drown even a slut like you." Killer teased, grinning and closing his eyes as she tried again, her body becoming hot with craving as she tasted the terrifying strength in his precum. Her eyes opened wide, staring at him in awe, but the huge male only winked at her and softly said: "Yes, there is a lot of energy in my precum. You can have as much as you like... it's not like I'll ever run out of it."

Sekhmeth shivered with a moan at that, closing her eyes and savoring that terrifying force, which dwarfed that of many gods she had known, abused and absorbed in the past. His precum contained enough energy to turn mortals into divinities, and it was just excess vigor that he was happy to waste. The more he blasted out, the more his body produced, and that awareness drove the lioness over the edge, her legs spasming violently as her pussy clenched hard and rich squirts of hot nectar burst out of her. His true power, his true essence seemed to be invulnerable instead, well outside her reach no matter how hard she tried, and that was what really drove her wild, inspiring adoration and worship: he was limitless and he was just playing with her. She was nothing but a toy in his hands. For the first time in all her life, she was truly in awe. Truly scared. And she loved it.

She pulled back after many long moments, holding onto the giant cock for dear life as her tongue cradled it out of her jaws lovingly, even as a flood of precum cascaded down onto her breasts, and she gargled the thick, masculine fluids before grunting in a mix of pain and pleasure as he pulled up one heavy foot and kicked her hard in the chest, sending her crushing in a lake of her own nectar and blood and of his thick precum, her back arching as she choked and gasped, vomiting helplessly an insane burst of slobber of thick, virile batter mixed with drool. Even so, her eyes looked up at her master, her body trembling as she reached for him, staring at the thick load still firing in an unending rope from his giant member, as the massive blast arched in the air above her and fired easily across the terrace, landing on the ground, on the parapet and on the terraces beyond with loud, wet splats.

The goddess rasped for breath as his now fully erect cock swung up and slapped lightly into his chest before bobbing dangerously in front of him, angled down by its own ponderous weight, and it cast a shadow that dominated her as she leaned back and licked her muzzle, eyes wide as they hungrily following the intricate map of criss-crossing veins that coursed all over the monstrous shaft.

"You'll better be able to fight even with that big hard-on of yours..." Sekhmeth rasped, her voice made obscene by the thick tar-like precum filling her throat and making it hard to speak at all. The huge male snorted in amusement and tilted his head to the side, grinning down at her as easily replied: "Babe, I'm married to Alexis. There are very, very few things I haven't done with a hard-on."

"But is she able to do this...?" Sekhmeth cheerfully asked, propping herself up on her knees and seizing roughly into his glorious sac, guiding one colossal testicle onto her face and grunting hotly at its impossible weight, her hands tugging roughly on the mammoth ball and squeezing it as she ground her features into his sweaty flesh, marking herself with his potent musk before hyper-extending her jaw, opening her muzzle amazingly wide until Killer himself heard the maw cracking, her eyes betraying a flash of pain for a moment before she kissed the behemoth sperm tank and sucked hard on it, producing an incredibly lewd wet noise as she almost forced her stomach into reverse, pulling the giant ball in. Killer hissed in intense pleasure as his testicle clogged her mouth and throat. There was no way in Hell it could fit, but she managed to deep-throat a consistent part of the colossal ball and the way her throat squeezed hard on it, clenching like a vice, made his spine shudder in a delicious, exotic mix of pleasure and pain. He grinned at the sight of her messy, desecrated face warped by the great ball stretching her mouth open, her neck bulging grotesquely, and she suckled hard, trying to take it deeper inside... but finally forced to unthroat the almighty testicle with an obscene pop-slurp, while a multitude of thick ropes of drool and precum clung to the great ball, joining it to her grinning face. "When I tried with Ares, I was able to swallow both of his balls. Much smaller than a single one of yours..." She hungrily mused, her eyes glowing lustfully. "Same with Taranis. When I started sucking hard, Ares teared up. Taranis came like a happy puppy and then held his sore little balls in his hands for an hour, whimpering."

"Losers." Killer easily commented, smacking her face with his mighty, ponderous sack. The throat-worshipped ball hung down a bit lower than the other and it glistened in slobber that he smeared all over her features before commanding: "Suck on the other all-male ball, bitch... and try to do better this time!"

"I'm going to have to practice that." Ira leisurely commented, smirking a bit and looking impressed as they stared while Sekhmeth strangled herself with the second titanic ball, and Killer only growled in bliss and demanded more. Sylvia was gaping in shock, astonished by the sight and by the obscene, wet cacophony coming from the lioness, while Katy swallowed thickly, afraid that such a trick went beyond her possibilities. "She has the jaws of a fucking snake...!" The angel exclaimed, before blushing and turning towards Ira with an apologetic grin, whispering: "Huh. Sorry. No offence meant."

"None taken." Ira amusedly replied, before playfully opening her jaws to their maximum as Sylvia sneaked a look in her direction. The cat paled, and immediately returned her gaze to the huge male. She sighed, dropping her gaze down to her lap, where her dress was soaked with her warm juices, and she shivered before admitting: "He always wins... look at me. He owns me, and there is no escaping this truth."

"Mom, he is not going to force you to do anything." Katy said, trying to reassure her mother, but Sylvia looked up with a little, trembling smile as she countered: "He does not need to. I will beg him to take me. It is only a matter of time, and it always was. All my hate, all my shouting, all my barking, all my attempts to keep you away from him... it was a losing battle against myself. And he knew it, all along."

"Mom... you are free to make your own choice." Katy remarked, squeezing gently around her waist, smiling a little at the thought of how funny they looked, the daughter holding the mother, towering over her, far taller and stronger. "Dad is no monster, you saw it by yourself. He has chosen his path."

"He is God." Sylvia softly countered, shaking her head slowly before gently guiding one of Katy's hands down to the front of her dress, letting her feel how utterly drenched it was. The angel blushed a bit, but found no words to offer. In truth, she wasn't surprised.

"What are my options...? Pouting and snarling at him forever, while watching from a distance as he makes you happy? Sitting it out and envying you and secretly, painfully craving him forever...? My options are both defeat. But one will at least allow me to... to be in his bed again." Sylvia whispered, staring at his massive form, at his flexing muscles, at his glowing sapphire eyes and handsome features. Even at his scars. She had seen him at his worst, and had seen glimpses of him at his best, and she wasn't even sure what she liked the most. The monster in him had ruined and destroyed her life... yet she had never been able to truly and completely hate even that one part. As Katy gazed down at her mother with a mix of concern and expectation, Sylvia closed her eyes and smiled softly, admitting: "He was right, earlier... my nightmares were more like dreams. In the deep, I wished to see them turn into reality."

Ira smirked a bit at that, but she turned her head to the side not to be seen. Katy, on the other hand, hesitated for a few long moments, unsure of what she should have thought about the whole thing. She was aware that it should have probably horrified her, but she could only smile instead, because if her mother finally accepted Killer for what he was, good and bad, hero and monster, they could finally be together as true family... And, admittedly, be together in ways most families wouldn't ever want to think about, too...

"You... you dreamed of him coming again for you...?" Katy breathlessly asked, trying to sound shocked, but her mother only blushed a little and tried to make herself even smaller, curling up in her daughter's lap and deliberately arching her back to push into her soaked folds and grind against her powerful abs. "Every night..." Sylvia finally admitted, and Ira licked her lips, pushing her fingers deep inside her hungry sex as she scissored her muscular legs open wide, her massive quads bulging in full definition. "In my nightmares he came for me tearing through ranks of angels, ripping apart their wings and shredding them like toys, kicking down the gates of Heaven... and I couldn't run, and I couldn't hide, and nobody could stop him..."

"Oh, mom..." Katy breathed, her body flexing in bliss at the thought, while she stroked up along one of her mother's legs, sneaking her hand under her soaked dress. "Even when I was in your belly...?"

"Especially then." Sylvia hesitatingly admitted, her cheeks burning crimson as Katy hissed... but then grinned and kissed her cheek, before murring: "I should hate you for that, shouldn't I...? Fantasizing of his huge cock tearing me apart is not very motherly..."

"Says the one who has "God Always Wins" tattooed on her butt." Sylvia countered, smirking in embarrassment but also in intense excitement. "You knew he would conquer me... and you polished his cock with your mouth while dreaming of it."

"Guilty as charged." Katy admitted, breathing hotly as she pushed a couple of fingers inside her mother's tight hole, thrusting them slowly back and forth, clear juices streaking down her arm as Sylvia squirmed and let out a soft, lustful groan. "You are so small, so tiny and tight... and I can't wait to see your little holes weep out all of their juice as he tears up inside you." The angel teased, whispering hoarsely into her mother's ear, and Sylvia shuddered, her legs kicking lightly at the air and her eyes closing with a long, drawn-out moan as Katy added: "Size-wise, it'll be like I was the mom... and you the little daughter, too young and small and defenceless to deal with his mega-gigantic cock. How do you like that, mommy...? You dreamed of me getting destroyed, huh...? And now we are going to swap roles."

"Oh, mom... that is so nasty..." Sylvia quietly replied, shivering and grinding back against her muscular, strong daughter, before closing her eyes as she breathed: "Will it hurt a lot, mommy...?"

"It'll hurt like hell. And you will love every second of it. And it'll become your obsession. And you'll need it every day afterwards." Katy growled, kissing down her cheek and the side of her neck while twisting her fingers rapidly inside her folds, gasping when she was rewarded with a dribble of hot juices. "And you'll be a good little slut for him, right? You'll better make me proud."

"I'll do... mommy." Sylvia replied, and Ira looked at the two felines with a little smile, tilting her head to the side in entertainment, puzzled by the directions in which things were heading... but at the same time not very surprised. The cobra gently played with her folds, lazily flicking her clit with her thumb while slipping all other fingers inside her greedy, Killer-sized hole, and she flexed her massive musculature with a little growl of pleasure and hunger, gazing down at the other two females with affection as she observed: "We are a crazy bunch, aren't we...? The truth is that none of us is good. We are all pretty evil."

"I'm finding it is a lot more rewarding." Katy replied, smirking as she groped one of her mother's firm breasts, hugging her closer to her chest and leaning her head over her shoulder as they both gazed at Killer and Sekhmeth as the huge male fucked the goddess's face with a vengeance. The angel kissed her mother's cheek with affection, and whispered: "I love you, mom. And I'm so glad that we can share this... I don't care how fucked-up it is. I don't care what people might think. I'm just happy I won't have to choose between you and daddy again."

"That is what makes this defeat sweet." Sylvia softly replied, smiling warmly as she leaned her head against her daughter's. "We can be together. We can share our obscene sluttery... and now I know. He will keep us safe. He will hurt us, but he will please us at the same time... and ensure that no one else can ever lay a finger on us."

"That's for sure." Katy purred, looking at her father with adoration. "We'll have to get you some good tattoos, mom. Do you want your own "God Always Wins" in the mix...?" The angel teased, and Sylvia thought about it for a moment before smirking and nodding in agreement, replying: "I'll do better than that... I'll make it 'Killer Always Wins'. Don't want to keep anyone wondering who the master is."

"It's not like anyone could ever have doubts anyway." Ira observed with a little snort of entertainment, but inwardly she took note of the observation, thinking about possibly getting that tattoo for herself too. She already had several, but she felt it was a message she had to burn into the mind of all who laid their gaze on her spectacular body.

Killer growled in pleasure as his enormous testicle came out of Sekhmeth's lips with an obscene plop sound, a gush of drool and sweat and fluids splashing onto her huge breasts as she coughed hard, eyes open wide to stare at the surreal network of ropes of slobbery load that stretched out ahead of her, his giant ball dragging it all out from deep within her and smearing it all over her features as he smacked his ponderous sack upon her skull, sneering arrogantly down at her as he battered her breathless, prostrated form with his glorious balls. No matter how hard she squeezed, he had only ever growled in pleasure and demanded more, his fingers digging into her skull and his claws drawing blood from the sides of her head, leaving her gasping as he arrogantly smashed her face from side to side using only his behemoth balls, his hand pumping lazily up and down his astounding cock. She had even tried to bite right into one of his testicles while pushing it down into her gaping, stretched-out throat, but Killer had only laughed of her effort because she couldn't put any real strength in the bite with how solid his enormous testicle was and with how savagely it stretched her jaws wide.

"Yes, Master, yes... such delightful power... such immense strength..." The lioness purred, and with a flick of her wrist summoned another enslaved planet, plucking it off the air and pushing it easily towards the tip of his massive, monumental, beyond compare cock. Her whole body shook with ecstasy and amazement as she gazed at him hungrily, before she offered the planet, leaning against the edge of his vast bull-hole as she said hungrily: "Sacrifice for you, my Master. Do you hear their screams, their cries, their prayers? Every single one of them feels your presence. All of them know what is happening, even if they do not understand how. And it is all for you."

Killer let out a low growl, trying to decide if that planet, inhabited by the last survivors of the worshippers of Cronos... and finally he flexed, leaning forwards slightly as he decided that no, they did not deserve his mercy. "I hear every prayer and every shriek." Killer finally confirmed, his soft tone all the more terrifying as his voice carried over the planet, louder than any explosion, louder than the sum of all thunderstorms in the history of the planet. The temples all over the planet cracked and fell apart, collapsing into clouds of dust as his voice alone conquered the planet, razing the towns to the ground, uprooting the trees, breaking the mountains into gravel as the seas rippled as if in anguish, while the mortals collapsed into the dirt, crying and begging for mercy, trying not to look but unable to tear their eyes off the spectacle of the sky becoming black and murderous as the planet was pushed closer to the immense, universe-dwarfing head, as they stared into the merciless black hole that was his immense cumslit, knowing that they were but a speck of dust ready to be swallowed by that vast, masculine hole. The lioness smiled to him as she pushed the planet forwards, gentle and careful, not wanting to harm it in the slightest: that wasn't her duty. Her duty was to give it, to feed it all to her master and her God, as she slowly pushed it towards his mighty, universe-shattering cock, then pressed that tiny, meaningless planet, full of all those meaningless, screaming souls, into the gaping cumslit. She watched as it went down, little more than a pebble to the mighty god, swallowed up by his massive, enormous pillar of dark meat, her whole body shivering with bliss as she gave a soft moan and she felt her juices bursting out of her needy folds as she reached out a hand to stroke that goliath shaft while the other half-grasped the fat head, so she could lean forwards and place her own mouth against the huge member, long tongue sliding out to push that planet deeper down into the depths of her God's mighty cock.

He growled in delight as her tongue swirled inside his cumslit, and she suckled up a great blast of precum before pulling back with a smirk, licking her muzzle. He smirked down at her as she sat back and gargled his thick precum and all the slobber that had built up in her throat, and her eyes fixed on him, burning amber with the flames of her lust, before she gazed sideways at Katy and Sylvia, grinning as she perceived, smelled and tasted the cat's surrender and helpless desire even from that distance. She laughed softly at the sight of Sylvia's legs spread wide while Katy gently tended to her minuscule, virginal sex, and she licked her muzzle in appreciation before commenting: "Oh, but I see now... you didn't want to just win; you wanted to triumph. You wanted her to beg for you to destroy her! And now she is... she is begging you to use her little body for your amusement!" The lioness laughed, throwing her head back with a sharkish grin of intense pleasure as she hissed: "Yes, you are perfect... you are the true Beast, the true God, the perfect Predator!"

"I'm not going to rape her again, Sekhmeth." Killer flatly countered, glaring down at her. "Do not insist: I already told you. It is not going to happen."

"You cannot rape the willing... at least, not quite. It becomes something else when she begs for it!" Sekhmeth lustfully countered, grinning predatorily as she leaned up, pushing her features into the underside of his titanic cock as she teased: "Why resisting your urges...? I know that you love the feeling of a frail body ripping apart and popping like a balloon as you go deep with your huge, strong cock. And Sylvia is so small and vulnerable... And once you start pounding, that little bitch Katy will be just another plaything. You raped her sweet mommy to death, and smeared her gore all over your shaft... Now you can do it again, and take the daughter too, this time around. Two bitches to bust... and on top of the fun, you get a boost in power too, growing even stronger. A total bargain!"

Killer snarled angrily at that, closing his eyes and sighing in frustration as she still attempted to push him away from the path he had chosen, and he viciously clawed into her skull, forcing her back to bend painfully backwards so her eyes met his while he growled: "What if I got that boost in power out of destroying you, instead...? Is that what you truly want?"

Sekhmeth hissed in delight and hunger at that, licking her muzzle and stroking down along his muscular arm as she purred: "Oh, you are really getting me really excited now... be careful, though. Don't get me all worked up if you aren't going to follow through!"

She pulled back one hand and darkness exploded in her palm, a crackling shape of absurdly-luminous black matter lengthening and turning into a large spear with a sword-like tip, and with a lightning fast movement she retreated from him, gripping the pole with both hands and spinning it, reaching up with a vicious slash against his chest. His muzzle twisted in a snarling grin as he slammed his arm into the attack, knocking the blade away from him even as it cut deep into his hard muscle, sending blood spraying out thickly, before he thrust forwards his own hand, darkness forming a long blade that extended from his wrist. She avoided his attack and spun the long spear downwards, striking his shins, but he only grunted and kept advancing, the spear recoiling violently backwards instead of sweeping him off the ground... and Sekhmeth grinned gamely and pulled back, avoiding another cruel slash of his blade-arm before stabbing straight up into his chest. Her muscles flexed and bulged explosively as she lunged forwards, throwing her body weight into the thrust as the blade sunk into his almost invulnerable musculature... but the huge male only gritted his fangs and snarled-laughed, gripping the thick body of her weapon. He effortlessly tore it out of his flesh, ignoring the blood that sprayed out and instead hefting the lioness off the ground by violently tilting the spear upwards. She swung both feet up to smash them into his face, but even as he recoiled he grinned up at her and lashed out his fist, stabbing his crackling blade of energy right through her abs, piercing her from side to side and leaning forwards to bathe his features in the blood that rained down, licking his muzzle hungrily as he slowly pushed the blade deeper through her, twisting it inside the gash while using his thumb to snap her spear in half like it was a twig. Sekhmeth's eyes glowed and she grunted in what sounded more like pleasure than fear or even pain, and as the pointy end of the spear fell down she caught it on the neck of her foot, spun it back towards Killer and then, in the same deadly-graceful movement, she kicked it hard into the center of his chest, piercing him from side to side and making him grunt in surprise. Blood streaked down his glorious body as he idly looked down at the wound, then he laughed and flexed, huge chest swelling and chorded muscle standing out in full glory as it crushed the spear out of existence, turning it into pure energy that was rapidly absorbed within him.

He balled his hand in a huge fist in front of her eyes while holding her aloft with the blade pierced through her, and she gazed at him almost with craving even as she flexed and gripped his arm, trying to push back away from his energy-sword... before he struck her in the face, sending blood spraying onto the ground before he lashed out against her chest, then into her abs, striking twice, thrice, and again and again, bathing in her blood as he mercilessly punished her. Sekhmeth recoiled with each vicious strike, spitting out the blood that filled her mouth and wrapping one hand around the blade of energy sticking out of her... and even though it tore through her fingers like they were made of butter; even through it sent a massive discharge of crackling electricity through her, she twisted with a roar, huge bicep swelling as she snapped the sword like a toy. At the same time, she slammed both feet into his stomach and kicked herself backwards, so that the stump of blade tore violently out of her chest, and she stabbed the broken tip into the side of his neck. She landed on her feet and immediately straightened, grinning and licking her lips while the horrible, bloody wounds on her body healed rapidly, and she watched him as he hissed and absorbed the blade stuck in his neck, unfazed by the blood spraying onto his shoulder. "Oh, I like you... I like you so much..." The lioness purred, and her eyes blazed solid gold as she looked up at him, energy crackling around her form as she leisurely stroked her hands up her sides, slowly and seductively swaying her hips as she slid forwards, closer to him, hungrily whispering: "But you are still being civil... come on, do show your nasty side to this hungry whore..."

Killer recognized the ripple of power in the air, the sudden heat and the ferocity of her gaze. It was all too clear what she was doing, trying to Dominate him through Lust... but even so, he was unable to tear his eyes off her, and a part of him actually did not want to. It was suicidal of her to urge him on in that way, and they both knew it. He was eager to see how far she was willing to go in offering her life to him.

His eyes widened as he allowed himself to get lost in her amber gaze, his fangs gritting as he grunted and arched his back while a jolt of pure hunger ran down his spine, his muscles bulging even larger and his body flexing with terrifying physical power, new energies pumping through his system and his arousal suddenly increasing five, ten, a hundredfold as he snarled and spread his arms wide, his colossal cock throbbing powerfully and swelling even larger while blasting out a thick rope of precum that traced a large white river from her groin to the back of her head and much further beyond. He growled like a beast, then hissed and flexed in need, feeling his lusts and his hungers amplified and teased by her, and he threw his head back with a roar that was a challenge not just to her but seemingly to the entire universe. Sekhmeth groaned in delight at the sound, but then her eyes bulged in shock as Killer charged forwards with impossible, incredible speed, leaving her no chance to react in any way before his massive fist struck her in the middle of the chest and sent her flying bonelessly backwards. He laughed darkly as he effortlessly caught up with her and struck her with a vicious tomahawk, sending her crashing face-first into the ground in the opposite directions, before he stomped hard on her back and crushed her into the dirt and the sharp, broken stone floor of the terrace, riding her like she was a surf table. "You are insane, Sekhmeth!" Killer cackled, stepping off him and effortlessly catching the fist she lashed out against him while kicking back up to her feet. "Making me more excited and filling me with hunger and energy is a perfect way to commit suicide!" The dark god teased, grinning widely as he crushed her hand in his own, larger one and swinging her up in the air to smash her into the floor, once, twice, thrice, sending her blood splattering in every direction as he dug two deep craters, one on either side of him... before finally hefting her up until they were eye to eye, her face bruised and bloodied but already healing. The wounds vanished under Killer's eyes and the goddess grinned widely, eyes burning with lust as she teased: "Nastier, daddy...!"

He laughed and smashed his spiked knee up into her chest, bending her brutally over his joint as the bone spikes tore into her breasts and poked out of her back, and still she hissed in delight more than pain, spreading her arms as two blades of burning fire formed in her hands, before she stabbed them into his hips, trying to force them deep inside him and then slicing violently upwards, trying to gut him like a fish.

"Try all you like, bitch!" Killer easily said, flexing his mighty body and smashing his knee into her face next, blood spraying all over his leg and abs as she groaned in a mix of agony and delight, one eye staying semi-open to stare with a shiver as Killer's sides healed literally as soon as the blades tore upwards, so that there was barely the time for a few drops of blood to leak out before the gash sealed and vanished.

She stabbed into his abs then, and his chiseled muscles barely dented, the blades of fire shattering into motes of flame that slid over his masculine front without causing any damage, and she roared in a mix of pleasure and frustration, fear and lust as she pumped dark energy out through her hands and caused a violent explosion right against his stomach.

He snorted in amusement at that, ignoring the wound as it rapidly healed, and he threw her hard backwards, but the goddess surprised him by flexing her abs and straightening rapidly, swinging one powerful arm up in an uppercut towards his massive balls, forcing him to backstep with a wince, shifting his weight on his right foot and slashing his other up in a turning kick that caught her in the side, knocking her over with a grunt of pain. She crashed back into the large lake of thick precum and drool and fluids, gritting her fangs and groaning in pain, and even though she immediately slammed one hand into the ground to push herself back up, she failed to get up more than an inch because he stomped on her skull, crushing her face into the thick mess.

"What did I say earlier? I'd make you lick up the mess you made. And look there, you bitch, how much of my gifts you wasted!" Killer softly said, twisting his heavy foot slowly on her skull so that her features ground roughly into the dirt and in the potent fluid, and Sekhmeth clawed into the stone but arched her back with a shiver of lust, pushing out her tongue and dragging it slowly across the large puddles of virile stuff, scooping up huge mouthfuls that she literally had to chew before swallowing them in great, audible gulps. "Lick it all up..." He said, almost gently, but that only made her shiver harder as she eagerly licked her way through the huge puddles, slurping up his enormous sperms, allowing the beasts to grind into her features, humbly following his instructions as he shifted his weight on her skull, lazily moving his foot this way or that to guide her to another large splatter of his essence, before slowly allowing her to draw nearer to his other foot. He laughed and leisurely stroked his immense shaft while Sekhmeth leaned in, kissing, licking, mouthing his foot, dragging her tongue between his toes, shivering in delight when she lapped up mud, and corpses, and dust and debris from between his thick toes. She hungrily gazed at the sludge made by debris and his virile, salty battle sweat, her heart pumping a little harder every time she recognized a piece of wreckage that had once been a great space warship, a marvel of technology, the greatest achievement of an entire civilization, a formidable war machine full of vehicles, robots and soldiers... so much work, so much effort and so many lives turned into nothing but dirt stuck to his sweat, all destroyed without the great god even noticing. Trampled in passing when he had sized up. Irrelevant. Powerless. Puny. Useless. She scooped them up with her tongue and crunched them under her teeth, grinding them into so much as liquid now that their adamantine hulls, shrunk down and soaked in Killer's sweat, were as soft and weak as wet paper. They had no taste... she could not distinguish it under the salty, rich fragrance of his masculine sweat... yet they gave her intense pleasure as she felt them getting stuck into the thick precum that clogged her throat. Once there they didn't last one second, getting either melted down into the hot virile batter or devoured by his gigantic sperms. That was the measure of his power... or better, of a fraction of it.

Killer grinned and took his heavy foot off her skull, spread his thick toes and wiggled them idly to send a sinister rain of blood, gore, dirt, sweat and wreckage over her face as she smiled up at him with adoration and gratitude. He looked down at her, not needing to utter a word as he settled down his great foot: she bowed her head humbly and purred: "Of course, my Master. Your will is law." She smiled and she crawled forwards in the dirt, stroking slowly over his foot with a soft gasp, her fingers massaging his toes and then tracing down the massive talons as she shivered in pleasure, leaning forwards to begin to slowly clean between the massive toes with slow, hungry movements of her tongue, just like she had done with the other. Killer shut his eyes and relaxed, back arching slightly and his muscles bulging and tensing as he leisurely stroked his immense godcock... and he only smirked down at her as she slowly, ever so slowly began to lick and kiss her way up his muscular legs, her arms worshipfully sliding over his mighty calves, then squeezing into his quads as she greedily licked up little pearls of his sweat and far larger stains of blood and gore. She finally pushed up to her knees, licking up his inner thighs, ending each lap with a little kiss and moving from side to side, getting closer and closer to his ponderous, musky balls, and he lazily gripped into her hair, smirking down at her... before the goddess looked up with a wide grin and sprung to her feet, smashing her fist into his abs hard enough to make him grunt and stagger backwards a couple of steps while she wrapped her other arm around his waist and swung her whole body up, stretching one long, powerful leg to savagely kick into his cheek, knocking his head violently to the side before swinging backwards, reaching up to grip his shoulders at the same time, smashing both of her booted feet into his chiseled abs, making him grunt breathlessly as he nearly fell over... and she pushed muzzle to muzzle with him, grinning amusedly as she growled: "It won't be so easy to break me."

Her legs scissored wide open and her soaked, incandescent sex slapped wetly into his abs, kissing them sloppily as if to apologize for the earlier assault, but then her massive, muscular thighs closed on his hips with ferocious strength, making his bones creak audibly as she scissored them closed and gritted her fangs, twisting sideways until he fell to the ground with a growl of pain. But he was grinning too, his eyes glowing with amusement and lust as he grunted: "I would have been surprised and disappointed had it been."

Sekhmeth smirked in entertainment at that but leaned an arm on the ground and turned onto her side, showing off her spectacular body and slowly stroking a hand down her bulging, massive quad as she crushed him in that deadly vice grip, while at the same time slowly grinding her firm buttocks against his fully hard, throbbing, monstrous black cock.

Killer growled in surprise, pain and pleasure at once as he discovered what kind of terrifying strength the lioness's legs possessed. It was always amazing what female legs could do: he had experience of Alexis's own long and spectacular legs and remembered well what her massive thighs were like once they closed on something. He roughly gripped into Sekhmeth's own majestic quad and tried to claw into it, but the bulging, hard muscle seemed invulnerable, each massive mountain of power and deep valley of strength pushing against his palm in full definition as he moved his hand this way and that to try and find purchase... until the goddess smirked and tilted her head to the side, giving an even harder squeeze as she playfully enquired: "Are you trying to pry them open, or are you worshipping them...?"

"A bit of both." Killer admitted, grinning even as his bones loudly cracked and a part of his mind wondered how narrow his waist was getting, crushed as it was. He finally gripped firmly into her leg and he roared, muscles bulging explosively as he forced it off his sore hip, immediately moving backwards and away from her, but the lioness laughed and licked her lips as she moved it higher up, hooking it around his neck just as he stood up. Within an instant he had straightened up fully, but Sekhmeth's legs wrapped tightly around his neck and his head was trapped between her flexing, glorious thighs as she gripped into his masculine mane, seizing a couple of large bangs of hair and yanking on them as if on reins as she cackled and pushed her soaked, hungry black labia against his muzzle, smearing her hot juices onto his features as she hissed: "Lick it up, you awesome bastard... lick it good! You owe me some sugar." Killer's burned bright sapphire with lust and entertainment at that, and he hungrily kissed her soaked labia, mouthing the tender black meat and flicking his tongue against the rings pierced through it, slurping on the hot, pearly juice and savoring it before greedily swallowing it down, making her hiss in bliss, her back arching with a shiver of delight. He reached up and squeezed roughly on her perfect buttocks, pushing them together and lifting her up a bit, pushing her wet folds all the harder against his working muzzle as his hot breath washed up inside her, and that also eased some of the pressure coming from her muscular legs... and then he opened his jaws wide, throwing his head back a bit to let her stare at his tongue: thick, powerful, unnaturally long and forked. As black as the night, the demonic appendage stretched out of his mouth, showing how easily it could have acted like another tentacle. For now, though, he was content with letting her slutty juices roll down his tongue and into his throat, using the thick appendage to lap hungrily up her slit, making her moan happily as she wrapped her arms around his head and leaned forwards, pushing her huge, heavy breasts over his skull as she murred: "Oh, yeah... you are perfection incarnated. All the ones who came before... oh, what a waste of time. Clumsy children, that's all they were."

He let out a teasing growl of approval and pushed his thick muzzle forwards, almost invading her passage as his thick tongue slurped slowly upwards and then pushed forcefully inside, twisting dexterously against her inner walls. Sekhmeth's jaw dropped open, a groan escaping her lips before she began drooling hungrily as his tongue darted back and forth and the large fork teased her in ways she didn't even think possible, her legs bucking uselessly and her juices squirting from tight passage again, spilling in a waterfall down her thighs and splashing into his mouth while her head dropped forwards with a breathless groan of bliss. She looked down with a flush and a wheezy whimper of pleasure, her eyes burning with ecstasy as she watched him drinking down her juices, while his powerful tongue continued to twist back and forth inside her, drilling her nectar out of her, while his eyes glowed so brightly that his gaze seemed to burn its way into hers, right up to her mind as she whispered words of praise and adoration with a flush of eager excitement. Killer's tongue pushed even deeper inside her as he growled hungrily and nuzzled into her folds, the male's eyes glowing as he easily dominated her and his tender kiss became rough and aggressive, the thick tongue twisting and grinding inside her, beginning to piston back and forth like a tentacle, the appendage becoming even thicker, filling her up more as his hands pulled her firm, perfect buttocks out to the sides so he could push a finger against her tight tailhole, making her gasp softly in a mix of surprise and anticipation. Her nectar leaked out of her folds, spurting out around the massive girth of his tentacle-tongue, and she leaned forwards over his head with a draw-out moan of bliss, biting into her lower lip as he drilled another orgasm out of her, her juices raining down upon his colossal cock and over his broad, masculine chest and streaking down his spectacular, invincible abs, the wetness adding to the supreme definition of his virile perfection. Any and every mote of her divine energy contained in her juices was greedily consumed and added to his immense power: he wasn't just superior. He was excessive. A brutal annihilation of every comparison attempt. His raging ocean of power swallowed every pathetic drop as it swelled larger and larger and larger, fueled by its own impossible might.

He growled hungrily and worked even harder forwards, almost penetrating her with his thick muzzle as he eagerly slurped up her precious nectar, and he traced his finger over her tender asshole before sticking his thick digit inside, pushing deep and gyrating it in place for a long few moments... and then he lifted her higher up and pulled his finger out and his muzzle back, his tongue tearing unceremoniously out of her and licking over his muzzle before he grinned and asked: "Still determined to challenge me...?"

Sekhmeth panted, her chest heaving as she slowly straightened and looked down into his eyes with awe and delight at the pleasure he had been able to give her... and she shivered, because she realized all too well that he was giving her one last chance to get her collar in a "soft" way. It was insane and self-destructive to deliberately challenge him and take the painful path, but the mere thought of it was enough to make her hips buck needingly, her legs trembling and her chest seeming about to explode with a mix of curiosity, craving, anticipation and terror. She swallowed thickly, but then grinned gamely as she took his cheeks in her hands and leaned down muzzle to muzzle with him, replying easily: "Destruction can only be tamed by greater destruction." Her eyes glowed with energy and hunger, and Killer grinned widely at her words, rolling his enormous shoulders slowly and rumbling in delight as his blood seemed to boil inside his veins, huge musculature bulging and flexing and expanding even more as electricity crackled around him. "I was hoping you'd say that..." The huge male softly said, his massive form thrumming with barely-contained power as energy crackled loudly over him, his arousal merciless and monstrous, the beast inside him that was usually repressed now unleashed and allowed to revel in his full might, his full godlike power... and he closed his eyes for a moment, licking his muzzle as a deliciously wicked idea crossed his mind, and when he reopened them he smirked while Sekhmeth grew stiff as two strong, well-known hands seized her by the hips, from behind, and hefted her easily off Killer's shoulders.

The lioness turned around with a gasp, her eyes bulging and her heart racing as she already imagined what she was going to see... and there he was, a second Killer, naked and glorious, his monstrous cock hard and erect and immense as he easily lowered her like she weighted nothing, dropping her on her feet. And there was a third Killer too, walking in from the side and grinning as he stroked his behemoth shaft, and Sekhmeth suddenly felt small and frail as the three titans surrounded her, hands on their hips, their bodies immense and thrumming with terrible, unfathomable physical power, muscles flexing and bulging gloriously as they idly ground their matching, colossal black cocks into her face and the sides of her head.

"Holy shit..." Sekhmeth murmured, shivering in a mix of terror and delight as she fell to her knees, helplessly looking up at the three identical omnipotent masters as they grinned down at her and pumped their colossal cocks, covering her in humongous ropes of thick precum which mixed together in messy, intricate nets covering her whole body, an absurd amount of virile batter accumulating over her face and head, while even more flooded her cleavage, forming a lake of masculine essence that she hungrily welcomed by pushing her huge breasts together, her tongue reverently licking and slurping over each gigantic shaft, her trembling hands gripping into the monstrous members to forcefully jerk them off, her eyes struggling to stay open as the ungodly loads of precum caked her eyelids shut again and again. "Holy fucking shit...!"

Ira and Katy repeated the very same comment in unison, while Sylvia only paled and breathlessly gasped at the sight, her hips bucking helplessly as she shivered in a mix of awe, envy and fear. Katy couldn't help herself and she arched her back to grind her hot, needy centre into her mother's back, while Ira grinned sharkishly and almost viciously worked one fist in and out of her drenched, needy passage.

"I've always dreamed of trying this out... sure, I have tentacles, but gangbanging you for real, feeling it all as I do...? It'll be far more and far better." Killer easily said, grinning widely while Sekhmeth bobbed her head rapidly back and forth, doing her very best to suck his gigantic shaft while she stroked another one in either hand, her eyes closed shut as the behemoth shafts mercilessly slapped her, ground into her features, seared sweat and virile precum all over her, encasing her in thick layers of concrete-thick batter, while the legs of the goddess very visibly trembled and spasmed, her sex dripping hot juices. She tilted her head back as if to look at him, but her expression was completely invisible, buried under a thick mask of dense precum, ungodly ropes and columns of the potent batter connecting her muzzle to the veritable ocean of pre-sperm in her cleavage... but there could be no doubt about her smiling in hunger and bliss as she hungrily stroked both the other two Killers in either strong hand, the two titans growling in pleasure and grinning as their enormous loads of pre blasted in the opposite directions, coating Sekhmeth and reaching far past, drawing two large white rivers across the arena. Killer flicked his wrist and easily summoned his phone to his hand, taking a few photos of that incredible sight, before grunting in bliss as she pulled back with a gasp, and hurriedly attempted to gulp down all of the precum filling her maws while turning blindly around to face the second male in line, hungrily guiding the colossal cock into her mouth and choking loudly as she immediately began to aggressively bob her head up and down the huge shaft, and then the other, and back again, greedily milking them all, trembling violently at each change as she ground her features against the godly shafts, using them to scoop enormous, scary loads of precum off her eyes.

"Ain't you the cutest little thing, looking up at me like that..." Killer amusedly taunted, smirking as she bowed her head forwards and pushed her face against his hard cock, using the monstrous head of it to push off literal buckets of precum that splattered loudly on the ground, before looking up while she struggled to peel open eyelids that were glued together by thick ropes of virile batter, while her hands attempted to liberate her nose as she struggled to breathe, only managing to blow large bubbles into the thick stuff. When her eyes managed to open they glowed with lust, burning with need and adoration, but they never lasted much because one or more of the Killers always drowned her under a new, enormous blast of hypervirile stuff. The three Killers laughed as she was completely covered once more, and one of the huge males noted: "I'm almost scared by the thought of three loads of mine combined... "

Sekhmeth couldn't help but visibly tremble at the thought, and the titans didn't miss the spasms, laughing of her and gazing hungrily down as she frantically ground her features into the three gigantic shafts to push some of the precum off just so she could gaze hungrily up at them, panting and shivering, terrified and horrendously aroused, almost insane with an urge that was as delightful as it was self-destructive, her eyes glowing brightly and giving off all the lustful energy she could muster, causing all three titans to growl hungrily, muscles flexing explosively, bulging so much that it looked like they'd tear through their taunt, solid hides, energy filling them together with vicious, almost uncontrollable lust, and they all snarled in delight as they grew even larger, dwarfing her as their feet sunk into the stone like it was nothing but wet sand, their already monstrous cocks becoming god-shaming monuments of hypervirility as they trapped her between their invincible bodies, their body heat making her sweat and almost charring her flesh even though her own form superheated with need as she practically mewled: "Fuck me, you beasts... fuck me, fuck me, oh please fuck me..."

She knew it was crazy, it was suicidal, it was going to hurt, but she craved it all as she closed her eyes with a groan, grinding into the three colossal cocks while the Killers loomed over thirty feet tall, glorious with their terrifying strength and excessive vigor, and she filled their minds with images of her battered, broken and bloodied and bruised, bound in chains, nailed to altars painted crimson by blood, of her body abused and violated in every way possible, of her entire existence at his every mercy while she only ever begged for more, screaming in praise of him no matter what he did to her, what horrors he put her through, and she trembled violently under the three titanic cocks as she breathed: "I am yours."

"Like everything else." One of the titanic males easily countered, treating her sacrifice with contempt, and she bowed deeper while her nectar gushed out of her, legs spasming and heart racing as the beasts around her moved, their steps rattling the entire planet, making it shiver in terror of their might. One of them picked her up like the piece of meat she was, and she felt the terrible strength in his hands as the enormous male sat down in a throne shaped like a chaise longue and formed not just by gold and marble and velvet but by a multitude of shivering, beautiful females, naked and soaked with their desire, who curled up on all fours to form his seat. "Oh, fuck..." Sekhmeth breathed, shivering hard as she felt completely surrounded by muscles and strength and power and virility, feeling minuscule in the beast's almighty hands as he lazily sprawled in the chaise, legs spread wide, immense balls resting heavily on a group of worshipful faces, effortlessly pulling the lioness upwards, deliberately grinding her body slowly along his colossal shaft as she groaned breathlessly and weakly bucked her hips, cheeks burning crimson as she half-hugged the great cock, blessing it with squirts of her nectar roughly every foot of prodigious length , her frame burning with arousal and desire, squirming as that rampant, slavish need tortured her... it was like every male she had ever had before had been teasing and pleasing her non-stop, but only ever making her hungrier and needier. "Come here, you slut..." The huge male teased, and he seized her skull in one huge hand before kissing her hungrily, almost biting her muzzle, his larger jaws locking on hers as she drooled helplessly even before his thick, strong tongue invaded her mouth and crushed hers into submission, forcing down into her throat as he growled in entertainment finding that she already tasted of him, full as she was of his potent, thick pre. And she did her best to respond to his kiss, her tongue pushing up into his like a kitten against a gentle hand while she ground into his glorious form in utter, delighted submission as her juices streaked down the immense shaft while she bucked wildly against it, arms wrapping around it, stroking and pumping while she pushed her spectacular breasts into it, moving up and down and planting little kisses over the thick, pulsing veins. She felt another of the enormous males moving behind her while the third Killer for now stood in front of her, stroking his gigantic cock in her face. The male beneath her easily dragged her upwards along the astounding shaft and she panted hard, eyes glowing as she spasmed and trembled, terrified and eager at once as the fat, massive head of his cock began to push into her soaked labia, its obscene girth immediately beginning to stretch her out wide.

The other enormous male behind her swung his colossal shaft down over her back, slapping it between her ass-cheeks... and at the same time between her shoulder blades, such was its immensity, the weight making her grunt in shock and pleasure as she did her best to support that titan, groaning breathlessly as it began to push forth, then drag back, the huge head pushing into her hair and forcing her head to bend forwards before the majestic member slid back along her spine, making her shiver... then tremble in fear and lust as he leaned over her, roughly seizing her breasts in his hands, trapping her between arms that felt more than just powerful, indescribably strong... and he covered her, enormous and bulging with muscle, groping and rolling her huge breasts together as he pushed his colossal cock against her tight asshole, making her tremble with a moan, which became a loud cry of shock-ecstasy as Killer pulled up one leg and swung it over her to viciously stomp her head under his mighty toes, crushing her face into the chest of the huge male on the bottom. "Oh, fuck..." She moaned, eyes rolling in her head as she tried to look backwards, unable to move her head as the great foot of the male easily kept her pinned, and she flexed and bucked in a mix of ecstasy and terror as the two twin titan cocks, impossibly-thick and godlike, throbbing with unfathomable power and endless virility, pushed against both of her holes at once, grinding into stretched-out passages still way too tight for them, fighting for dominance for a moment as they ground into each other, but then she let out a breathless shriek as the two males snarled and forcefully pinned her in place, two hands gripping her breasts, two seizing her buttocks and pulling them savagely apart as the muscles of both titans flexed and bulged, threatening to crush her to pulp in the middle, and the two colossal cocks bulldozed their ways inside her holes, blood spurting thickly out together with a deluge of her nectars as her eyes bulged so wide she thought they'd explode, her body audibly ripping as the two monumental shafts impaled her, making her bulge obscenely, her abs nearly tearing apart down the middle as they were separated by the sheer girth invading her depths.

Her spine arched violently as she crashed forwards, her head attempting to fall back as she shrieked in shock and pain and ecstasy, but the titanic male on top only crushed her head all the harder underfoot, snarling hungrily: "Scream, you whore... scream loud, it'll help you... and it'll amuse me." His claws sunk deep into her breasts, drawing blood as he brutally restrained her, yanking her body back to meet another brutal thrust, and her scream became a gargle as she buried her features in the thick chest of the Killer on the bottom, blood and drool leaking out of her jaws as her eyes rolled up in her skull as the two monstrous cocks ripped up inside her, both males growling in delight as their huge members ground together, separated just by a layer of squishy flesh and organs, blood spurting thickly out of her while over twenty feet of godlike, massive cocks combined smashed their way inside her, with more to go. With the titan males standing at well over 30 feet tall, their cocks were monstrous monuments of hypervirility reaching, if not exceeding, the mind-shattering value of 200 inches. Sekhmeth did her best, her muscles bulging explosively as she ground into the males so ferociously dominating her, and she bucked fiercely back against their pistons, moving with wild, self-destructive hunger as she drooled, lost in agony and ecstasy, trapped in their almighty grips as her strong body stretched, her muscles worked harder than ever and her sex clenched as best it could, her nectar exploding out of her in glorious squirts reddened by blood, her tight holes half-fighting, half-sucking the enormous members in even though her pelvis loudly cracked, bones creaking in all her form as the two gigantic shafts slammed forwards again.

Ira, Katy and Sylvia stared at the scene in awe, their bodies burning with arousal, their eyes fixed on the two enormous males as they slammed forwards again and yanked Sekhmeth back, further, further, growling like beasts as they ripped every inch, every foot of their titanic members into the lioness, making her shriek and roar in a mix of pain and ecstasy as her body bulged obscenely out of shape, the two huge members defying common sense and reality as their sheer immensity was buried inside her beautiful body.

The titans leaned slightly forwards, grinning sharkishly as they gyrated their hips and ground their immense members against her insides, making her ribs creak audibly as their muscular bodies flexed, radiating power and vigor, while the third Killer for now contented himself with leisurely stroking his gigantic shaft, watching on with a smirk.

Sekhmeth howled in a mix of agony and ecstasy as her body bulged with the size of the invaders dominating her, but when the third Killer caught her hands and pulled them over onto his own immense cock she immediately began working eagerly to jerk it off, pumping it hungrily even as the fat cockhead ground arrogantly into her cheek, caking her hair into a mess of thick, potent precum... while the other two males brutally fucked her, the immense members pistoning violently in and out of the two obliterated holes, blood and juices splattering out of her in large waves whenever the two huge shafts tore backwards out of her, and the two Killers snarled through grinning teeth, throwing their heads back with matching grunts of ecstasy, delighting in the brutality of the act as her bones audibly shattered, her regeneration barely able to keep her in one place even as the two cocks ground into each other, squishing her insides in the middle, pulping her organs and tearing ropes of her guts out of her holes, her labia savagely stretched out around his immense girth, her tender flesh ripping whenever he pulled back, prolapsing her passage as her insides clung to his monstrous cock. She was solid, and liquid, and ecstatic and agonizing. She felt so tight that it almost hurt to smash his way inside, but it all added to the pleasure as he savored the complete power he held over her. "You wanted destruction...? Now you get it." The huge male on top growled, ramming to the hilt inside her annihilated ass, and he gyrated his hips, making her scream before pulling back with slow, majestic arrogance, making her groan breathlessly in a single, endless cry of agony-ecstasy while he reached down to deliberately smear her blood all over the crimson-stained shaft, crushing her broken, ravaged guts into it and streaking blood up his abs before leaning further over her, laughing darkly as his muscles flexed powerfully and he slammed brutally back inside, down to the hilt, making her release a breathless, silent scream. He pulled back again, blood leaking steadily out of her ruined asshole and another tangle of broken guts twisted around his immense girth... and he licked his lips as her intestines wrapped tightly around his member, squeezing it, milking it as they began to slide their coils up and down, her insides not only regenerating but working to please him even further, pumping on his gigantic shaft before he rammed down again, and again, and again, putting more weight and more power in each thrust, not holding back, obliterating her torn, bruised and bloody asshole while the other immense cock slammed upwards from below, punishing her ruined vagina and dragging her stretched-out, ripped labia far out with each backstroke, blood dripping and spurting out of her together with the hot, clear nectars of her ecstasy, her whole body convulsing and spasming in delight even more than in agony, her eyes rolling up in her skull while her juices cascading out of her in a steady flow that further lubricated the passage of his monster cock, generating an obscene cacophony of squelching sounds. The goddess still attempted to keep up, bucking erratically back against his savage thrusts and gyrating her hips with all the mastery and experience she possessed, but the reality was that the mighty thrusts of the two titans bounced her whole body up and down, her breasts bouncing wildly and slapping and grinding into Killer's chest as her face was buried between his masculine, broad pecs, her skull creaking with the unrelenting pressure of the heavy foot bearing down on her. She was their toy, their victim, their piece of meat, and despite her efforts her legs were forced off too far to either side, her pelvis completely pulverized as she hung in the air, almost immobilized by the colossal girths thrusting inside of her, while tears of pain and bliss streaked down her cheeks, her maws hanging open as she drooled all over Killer's chest.

The third male took advantage of her open mouth, feeing her his enormous shaft, and the Killer that was demolishing her ass removed his foot from her head just so she could stretch-out her jaw until it cracked audibly, the great cock invading her throat and shoving hard down, many feet of diamond-hard shaft burrowing mercilessly down inside her stuffed neck, bulging her cheeks out grotesquely.

The other two Killers slowed down their hammering thrusts for a moment, easily pushing her body up a bit to ease their "brother" as he seized her skull in both hands and began to fuck her face, burying himself deep down into her stomach, until his member bumped into the other two. "Hey there, boys..." Killer couldn't help but playfully comment even though he was literally talking to himself, and the other two manifestations of him snorted in entertainment and slowly gyrated their hips to grind all three colossal shafts together within her obscenely bulging, crackling, bleeding form. It was the briefest of respite from the brutal gaping she was suffering, and it ended abruptly when Killer growled and all three males viciously rammed deep inside her with a savagery that caused her poor, battered, ruined pussy to weep out cascades of nectar that streaked down the glorious black shaft.

Killer's enormous cocks only grew further as blood painted them crimson, the dark, veiny flesh absorbing the blood hungrily as they swelled even thicker and grew even more monstrously massive while the three enormous males flexed and growled in delight, their pleasure fueling their power, their energies expanding their bodies. Sekhmeth's own energies were greedily devoured, absorbed into them through her blood and her nectar, even though it seemed to make little difference to a power already almost limitless, but Killer's dark core was always hungry for more, and his glorious omnipotence couldn't tolerate that precious energies could be wasted. He owned it all, and without the need for a single thought he absorbed all she had to give, from knowledge to vital energies, all of it adding even more to his power and strength. He was a perfect, limitless god, a monster able to make himself ever stronger just by using his own power to destroy and conquer and corrupt. He was true perfection: he knew no fatigue, no limits. The more he used his strength, the more viciously he crushed his enemies and rivals, the stronger he became. Instead of growing tired, he only became more and more unstoppable. His enemies were fuel. His pleasure and lusts were fuel. His rage was fuel. The immense male seized Sekhmeth's whole head into his large, almighty hand, her skull creaking dangerously as she groaned and shivered, feeling vulnerable for perhaps the first time in all her life, her juices squirting endlessly out of her together with her blood and pieces of her destroyed organs as the three godlike shafts sawed back and forth with vicious speed and savage strength, two pairs of monumental testicles ramming into her bruised buttocks and inner thighs with each brutal thrust of the two males, while her poor jaws cracked as the third colossal girth raped her throat. The flesh burned painfully under the dark god's fingers, before incandescent metal formed from thin air, squeezing with brutal force around her neck, nearly choking her as cruel metal spikes pierced into her flesh, hooking into her meat, imprisoning her and then cooling down to become adamantine, forming a thick collar around her neck. The metal became golden and as luminous as the sun as it solidified in its final shape, revealing a roaring lion head clasp at the front and small sculptures of muscular, enormous yet enslaved male gods spaced out evenly all around her neck. They all had their arms spread out and ensnared by a number of chains, currently hanging relatively loose, but that Killer could tighten around her throat with just a lazy thought... as he immediately demonstrated, letting her feel how the heavy collar clenching on her throat with the same dominant force his hand would apply... and she spluttered and gargled with the brutal force with which it crushed her already stretched-out neck against his enormous cock as it bulged her throat outwards from within. Killer growled and licked his lips in bliss at the sudden extra pressure in her already painfully-tight throat, and she gurgled helplessly around his thick meat, eyes rolling up in her skull as her flesh burned and smoldered, the collar super-heating and welded itself with her neck, the spikes further anchoring it in place, causing rivulets of blood to streak down over her large breasts. A large, sturdy ring hung from the open jaws of the lion clasp, ready to accept a leash, but for now it came adorned with two silvery dog tags: one with her name, one with "Property of Killer" glowing in crimson, fiery letters.

Killer softly pushed back long bangs of her dark red hair out of the way to admire his new creation even as he continued to thrust lazily in and out of her stretched-out maws, and he grinned at the sparkles of gratitude in her eyes as she attempted to look up at him, before laughing as the blood streaking out around the spikes began its eternal flowing into letters finely chiseled into the collar, just beneath the lion head, which read: "I'm the whore that drools as Master destroys and conquers".

The dark god licked his lips hungrily at that, snickering in cruel amusement as he teased: "It suits you, worthless fuckmeat that you are..." And with that, he growled and traded a smirk with the other two Killers as they all began to thrust even harder inside her devastated holes, sending splatters of juices and blood all the way up to their chests and muzzles. The Killer in front of her face growled in pleasure as proud, golden horns pushed out of the lioness's skull, all curving backwards: she had one sticking out just above the forehead, while two pairs pushed up behind her pierced ears, with the top one much longer and larger than the one in the bottom position. They formed a proud crown on her head, adding to her imposing feature, but the huge male glorified her with one hand and humiliated her with the other, seizing her horns to drag her all the harder towards him, her face forced to draw nearer and nearer to his chiseled, flexing abs, completely drenched in her blood. She could only stare at the bloodied forest of thick pubic hair, following its trail up to his navel and admiring his massive muscles as they worked so elegantly, so powerfully, so gloriously as he rammed forwards with brutal strength, as he snarling in delight while his enormous shaft sunk deeper inside her, blood exploding from her devastated muzzle and out of her nostrils as her chest bulged out in the shape of his cock, her ribs broken and tearing through her own flesh as she bulged insanely... and all three males hissed and snarled in bestial delight when something loudly tore inside her and their three immense cocks ground together powerfully, wrestling for dominance while her poor heart weakly continued to beat, sending pleasant little thrums up the monstrous shafts.

She would have shrieked but only squelches resounded around his immense girth, and the Killer punishing her ass threw his head back with a roar of dark bliss as blood, ichors, and unrecognizable filth and gore spewed out around his colossus of a cock as he slammed even harder into her, snarling like a beast, his hands still clawing into her helpless body as he ground her into the Killer laying beneath her, who only flexed in delight and hunger, and pounded faster and harder up into her poor vagina, bulging her poor body even more. The three colossal cockstore and smashed through her organs like they were made of paper, reducing her innards to nothing but hot pulp that splattered and squelched out of her ruined holes with every savage piston of the gigantic shafts, her body bulging more and more as her flesh and muscles and skin ripped apart in places, until all three males slammed to the hilt inside her and her body seemed to simply explode, blood splattering in every direction as one immense cock pushed out of her chest, smacking up into her shocked, stretched-out muzzle, before the other two immense members pushed out of her as well, and the huge males roared in pleasure and triumph as the thick, enormous shafts shredded her body into bloody pieces .

The immense cocks effortlessly held the ruined pieces of meat aloft, ropes of crushed guts spilling out of her in a deluge of blood and thick precum and fluids and bloody pulp, and the huge males threw their heads back with matching snarls of delight... before they laughed darkly as they resumed thrusting, sawing their colossal shafts back and forth through that ugly wreck of a body. The few bones which hadn't been broken yet were immediately ground into dust, as the goddess's chest and abdomen burst apart like a paper bag overfilled with air. Her poor heart was pushed out of his crumpled chest, along with maimed ropes of intestine, her lungs, her organs crushed into unrecognizable sludge that fell down in chunks, while the three titans hungrily clawed into the remains, catching large pieces of raw meat and tossing them into their mouths. Sekhmeth was forced to feel at it all, even though all that was left of her was the collar, with strands of flesh still attached. She was spared seeing her destroyed body just because what was left of her head was impaled upon a thick, enormous cock buried down her throat, which meant that her eyes were open only on his flexing, bulging, bloodstained abs and on his thick pubes. The gods began to slowly, leisurely chew on the raw meat, making sure to let the female experience and hear every moment of the cruel slaughter. Somehow, Sekhmeth did not die, instead feeling every bit of excruciating pain and hearing, if not seeing, every piece of her organs be chewed up and swallowed. The collar kept her soul trapped, kept her prisoner of the agony, kept her slave to the dark god's desires. She couldn't even scream, only able to gurgle and make pathetic noises as blood poured out of her and she choked on her own life essence. Tears ran down her cheeks, the excruciating pain turning her into a blubbering mess, to which Killer only chuckled. It was a stomach wrenching show, not that she had a stomach anymore, as Killer's fangs tore apart all that she was. Ropes of her intestines dangled out, the ligers' tongues toying with them, and then pushing them under their fangs as they chomped down and drew them into their maws. Each organ popped like ripe fruit, the blood like juice that dribbled down the gods' chins, mingling with the saliva as Killer rolled the meat about his mouth in satisfaction, savoring the taste of mighty, proud but ultimately broken goddess. Her heart was the last to go, as the Killer standing behind her reached down with a hand, searching between the three immense cocks until he found her weakly beating organ and he easily ripped it out, bringing it up to his jaws and licking slowly over it for a moment, tasting her blood and his own potent, virile taste. Her poor heart, still weakly beating even as it was torn out of place and flooded with his sperm rather than with her blood, looked pitifully weak and frail in his fingers as he gave it an idle squeeze to underline that it, and her with it, were at the mercy of his whims. She should have been dead for a long time, but she did not have that grace: what were Life and Death, in front of his power...? No, she was forced to live through it all as the huge male laughed darkly and then, without a blink, snapped his fangs shut over it, a large explosion of blood staining his ivory teeth crimson, and the universes shook as he growled to himself. It was heartless, it was cruel, and it was painful above all else. No matter how much blood she lost, no matter that she was broken and empty inside, save for strands of organ and gore that dangled down, dark crimson blood still draining from her, the skin going white and pale: she still didn't succumb to darkness.

Killer finally seized her head easily in one hand, and he held it in place around the base of his immense cock while he and the other two males finally tore their gigantic shafts out of what was left of her, turning the last few strands of flesh into bloody mush which was quickly absorbed, her everything becoming just another boost to a power which was already immense, maybe limitless. The dark god looked into the pained eyes staring at him from the body-less head, before he stuck his claws into the sockets and pulled both eyes out, throwing them in his maw to swallow them whole, before he seized the collar in one hand and the head in the other. The god closed his hand into a fist, and the skull cracked apart loudly, the brain crushed with a wet, sick squelch, and the immense male licked the resulting pulp from his own hand. Even so, Sekhmeth somehow could feel and see it all, her agony fearsome as her point of view now was directly into the collar. The feeling of his hand wrapping around her head was bliss. She didn't know if she wanted to scream or thank him as his claws pulled out her eyes. She listened to the sounds of him devouring them, before she felt her head crushed, her skull shattered away to dust, her brain reduced to a crimson pulp covering his hand. She felt the roughness of his tongue as it licked up those little remains, the rest of her dripping off the enormous cocks and down the collar, and she felt every moment of it. Shivering, trembling, bucking hips she no longer had. Feeling agony. Feeling ecstasy. "You are mine, bitch... everyone is mine, but this is another level. You have a collar now... you must become something completely new and better. Even the lowest of my toys have to be greater than the universe." Killer said, before dropping the collar to the ground, seizing his immense cock in both hands, stroking on his own length leisurely as a thick, massive, heavy dangling rope of precum formed at the head of his cock. The other two Killers spread their legs and began to rapidly pump their own bloodied, monstrous shafts, angling them slightly down to take aim at the glowing collar. And Sekhmeth saw and heard it all. His voice made her spirit tremble, her energies crackling around the collar as if to show him that she was listening and that she was ready to obey. She was only aware of Him: He alone filled up her entire mind, her entire soul, even through the intense agony still reverberated through her spirit. Had she still had a mouth, she would have drooled for him, greedily, offering her mouth and her tongue and her breasts as target. Arousal and bliss burned through her spirit, turning her soul into a veritable fire that He alimented. She felt his dominance, his absolute order, and her spirit trembled at his words, prayed to him, thanked him and promised without words that she would be his. She promised that she would become more. She would do anything and everything for him. She would be the lowest of his gutter-whores, the filthiest, the most expendable of his servants, but she would be his most fearsome weapon, too. She was his meat, his fucksleeve, his toy, to him she would be nothing but whoreflesh, but to everyone else, to even the mightiest of Gods and Goddesses and beyond, she would be terror and tyrant and destroyer. She was Destruction, now more than ever, and She was absolutely His, and she would be what He wanted her to be. And she craved more. More of everything He had to offer. To be a better servant. To have absolute power. And to have her power contained and controlled by the only being in the entire universe that could do so. Him.

Killer slid his thick foreskin forwards, and the rope was cut, a heavy glob of potent precum falling to the ground to splatter right into the collar, and Sekhmeth shivered as she felt the world twist around her, warping, bending in impossible ways, before everything became light. And energy. And warmth.

Immediately, the mere "drop" of precum, a drop that carried more power than most gods could ever begin to dream of, began to morph and grow up from the ground, forming a figure that rapidly gained definition, straightening up with the collar tied tightly around the throat.

Sekhmeth gasped as a new heart formed in her chest, its first beat filling her with energies that were so far greater than her past strength to make her grin and hiss in a mix of delight and sheer awe as she flexed her muscular, powerful arms, arching her back with a growl.

She watched her blood staining his glorious body as his gaze pierced through her very soul, and she looked back up at him with her new eyes. They glowed sapphire, cold and beautiful, just like his own.

She was alive only because of his power, eternally bleeding, terrified, aroused, dominated, utterly loyal to him, a slave to his will, and she wouldn't have changed it for anything. All she craved was to serve him better. She was His, that was all there was to it. Her body stretched and grew from that single drop of her Master's essence, the collar tightening around her throat again as her eyes burned with enough power and ferocity to snuff distant stars out of existence, her first new breath sending a ripple of power through the emptiness of space, making that cold and unforgiving darkness suddenly look reassuring in comparison to her as she rapidly regained her shape, standing up, new and adamantine bones clacking together as they locked into place, her skin and fur seeming to glow, blacker than the darkest of moonless nights and yet luminous and splendid, soft and yet harder than diamond, making her almost invulnerable. She flexed as her muscles filled out, and she grinned as they bulged even larger and stronger than before, her energies exploding in a series of tsunami waves that rattled planets uncountable light years away as she flexed first one arm, then the other, looking at the chorded, glorious muscles with a wide grin of absolute ecstasy. Her breasts grew, and grew, becoming enormous, even more than before, and they sat firm and proud on her strong chest, on top of chiseled abs and complementing perfectly two long, muscular legs of incredible beauty and strength. Curved, savage blades of silvery metal tore out of her massive shoulders, mimicking the bone spikes on his own, and she shuddered helplessly in his presence, her hot lust filling the air as her juices spilled shamelessly down her muscular thighs from black-fleshed labia that only he could ruin and ravage, that would destroy any other cock that tried to penetrate their steel-like resistance. Her muscles filled steadily out as she slowly knelt before him, while her crimson mane grew longer, forming a ponytail that reached all the way down to her buttocks, weighted and held together by three large skulls near the extremity. Energy burned through her muscles and her skin to form drawings and writings on her body: tattoos, for lack of a better word, but they were literally part of her being. A winged lion of gold and black on her right shoulder; the symbol of Killer's Disciples on the left. A golden crown on her cleavage, to let everybody know, if there was any need for it, that she was owned by the king and that she would never settle for anything smaller than him. A glowing crimson chain over her massive right bicep, with the chain tearing through the skull of a horned demon. Swirling crimson flames and tribal symbols wrapped around the left bicep, seeming alive whenever the great muscle flexed. Two golden outlines formed on her shoulder blades, taking the shape of stormy clouds, and two glowing sapphire lightning bolts drew themselves out over her muscular back. Tribal flames on her lower abs, shamelessly drawing the eye down towards her centre. Her massive inner thighs, so muscular and powerful, became "Heaven", the right one, and "Hell", the left. The golden outline of a raging, charging bull appeared on her glorious right quad, and two white sabertooth skulls came into being just beneath her knees. Winged dragons twisted their serpent bodies over her spectacular calves, their tails twirled together over the ankles to form the symbol of Infinity... And as splendid high-heel boots of metal and crimson leather straps formed at her feet, two writings appeared on the neck of either foot: "The End" and "You Lose". Her tail lashed angrily through the air once, and a number of shrunken, captive planets began their hopeless orbit around its girth while a tuft of crimson hair grew at the tail's end, matching her mane. She was glorious and she radiated terrifying, immense power, yet she knelled before him, bowing her head in submission: she towered, her ferocious energies making the great Novas of the universe look like tiny candles, and yet he was so great and massive that he seemed to dwarf her even though their height was not very different at that point. She smiled in bliss and triumph as she eagerly whispered: "I am yours, my Master. I will serve you. I thought I was powerful once, but now... you have made me truly strong. And I will grow even stronger, for you. I will give everything, to you, my God of Gods. I am yours forever and beyond. I have no name but what you give me, I have no reason to be except the one you choose for me. I will be your Death Bringer, your Death Knell.I am yours."

She paused for a moment, then dared looking up at him with a smile as she added: "And maybe I said it already, but... I love you. I love you so much."

"You might have mentioned it, once or twice." Killer teasingly replied, before smiling as he added: "I love you too, Sekhmeth... the Destruction I'll unleash on my enemies."

"Yes, yes, yes! That is what I am, that is what I want to be!" Sekhmeth eagerly screamed, flexing her glorious body and grinning at the obscene power she felt running in her veins, her eyes flashing as the arena rattled violently and cracked, the planet nearly shattering once more while she arched her back and pushed her chest out, rolling her prodigious breasts together and pushing out a tongue that was thick, large, incredibly long and forked, her entire form burning with need as she looked up at the three titans with adoration, purring: "I need to be baptized by my God... blessed into my new life..."

The three enormous males grinned down at her, looming over her like mountains of muscle and virility and power, massive biceps bulging as they gripped into their monstrously huge shafts with both hands, squeezing almost savagely into the diamond-hard flesh as they stroked their colossal cannons and hungrily teased: "Be drowned by your God, Destruction!"

"Fuck, yeah! This is what I want, you beast, give it to me! Give it to me! Please, give it to me!" The lioness hungrily begged, and the three giants roared in utter, absolute dominance and in intense pleasure as their immense shafts flexed and erupted ungodly, colossal floods of virile load that exploded forth in jets so huge and powerful that they made her tremble in bliss, her nectar dripping out of her as they smacked into her with enough force to nearly knock her over, drenching her down, covering her with a thick case of dense, rich batter, filling her mouth in one instant, making her cough and splutter even as she hungrily swallowed down as much as she could, mouthful after mouthful, those first blasts alone lasting for dozens of seconds... and she dropped back on her elbows, back arched with a groan of bliss, legs scissored open wide as his heavy, thick semen covered her and enormous sperms swam arrogantly over her and into her mouth and into her sex as she massaged and rubbed the endless load all over her body. And flood followed flood, blast after blast after blast following the first godly wave, huge loads that glued her to the ground and coated her whole form in his essence, drowning her in the seed of the God she had chosen to serve and worship and love and adore, as the huge males snarled in pleasure and unleashed their astounding, excessive virility, pumping out uncountable gallons of thick, mighty semen, grinning widely as the immense volleys arched across the terrace and far past it, drenching Ira as the goddess leaned backwards and hungrily bathed in the flood, her body burning with passion and ecstasy at the sheer immensity of the load, at its heat, at its taste, at its power... and Katy half-curled up over her mother, protecting Sylvia from the veritable meteors of thick load that would have literally bruised, if not broken, her body of Benevolent. Katy offered her chest and face, her mouth open wide, and she shivered under the flood that drenched her from head to toe, her arms squeezing protectively around her mother even as thick cum rolled down them and cascaded onto Sylvia... who blushed and gaped in shock, but nonetheless rubbed the potent essence all over her body... before Katy looked down, mouth shut and cheeks bulging out obscenely, and they kissed with passion, almost clawing into each other as the angelic-goddess opened her lips and shared the huge load of cum with her mother, even as the far smaller feline coughed and choked on the impossibly huge and dense flood.

The three titans snarled-laughed as they erupted load after immense load, and it was only after many, many minutes that their monstrous jets began to thin out, until they flexed with sighs of bliss as they arrogantly pumped out the last few "drops", which really amounted to bucket and barrel-fulls, the huge males idly squeezing at the bases of their impossible cocks and at their unmatched testicles, smirking in pleasure as the three females lay sprawled, drenched and bathed in a veritable sea of his potent white seed, their features all but unrecognizable as the thick fluid bubbled a bit over their hot bodies and on top of their mouths and noses as they attempted to breathe, while large rivers ran down the terraces of the arena, marking the path of the meteors of cum that arched phenomenal distances away. The three females groaned weakly, in a mix of shock and delight, and Sekhmeth and Ira almost simultaneously began to slowly roll over, trying to scoop large handfuls of load out of their eyes and muzzles, pushing it all into their mouths until they could gaze up at him, with love and adoration, as they rested on their swollen, overfilled stomachs and began to drag their tongues across the sea of cum around them, greedily licking it up from the floor while rubbing their hands along their thickly-coated bodies, massaging the thick load all over their forms. They both were black, in theory, but the Killers grinned in amusement as they verified that they were now completely white, their scales and fur invisible under the dense load. Their eyes burned with lust and adoration as they gazed up at him and whispered: "Thank you, my God... my Father... my Master... thank you for having me..." And even Sylvia gazed at him with unconcealed need, trembling when one of the titans looked silently down at her... and she swallowed thickly before begging: "Let me... serve. I'm not worthy, but just one word from you will give me meaning."

Killer grinned with a little murr at that, and even Black Killer sat back, somewhat impressed by that triumph: there she was, a willing victim, a true slave. He had taken everything away from her and even so she couldn't help but worship him and cry because she had nothing else, nothing more and better to offer.

And the titan leisurely stroked his immense cock, grinning as he easily commanded: "Lick each other clean, and get ready..." He looked sideways at his other two manifestations, who flexed with hunger and barely restrained vigor, and he added: "We have barely gotten started."