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Advance warning: this story contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, including the explosive destruction of a giant demon's genitals and various internal organs. If you do not wish to see this or it would be illegal for you to view such material, turn back now.

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The planet took very few situations personally, but this was one of them.

The Dark One roared in exultation of his own virility as his massive clawed hand made its way back down his shaft for the final masturbatory stroke before his orgasm - this orgasm that was only one of several thousand to which he had brought himself since claiming the Lady of Fertility's power as his own.

His blue, scaly-skinned demonic body loomed larger than the tallest mountains; his shaft itself was a jet-black obelisk of corruptive power. His tramping, excited feet left half-kilometer-deep canyons in the weakening earth of this vast forested plain... a land laid desolate by his constant stompings, and by the fell beasts brought forth from the rotten fruits of his loins. His three curling tails thrashed in the throes of his excitement; his dragon-like head leaned backward with its mouth opening to the sky. His voice expressed his climax with a thunderous volume, and his eight monstrous horns stuck out like a crown of shadowy spikes.

His seed spurted from his cock in heavy globs that spattered and defiled the earth like a flood of too-heavy rain. Everywhere that his semen touched life, the life withered. Trees withered and rotted as if suddenly exposed to hundreds of years of time's eroding; grass aged and died and regrew and died again in a single instant, with dozens of its life cycles being poached by the hungry demonic cum fuel its power, and the soil itself broke down into a state of ruined wasteland that no plant life would be able to inhabit again.

But that wasn't the full extent of it. The Dark One's seed not only consumed every available speck of life but also converted that life into more demons. Every droplet of his ejaculation had the potential to transform itself into demonic offspring, assuming it could gather enough vitality in the place that it landed. Even now, he towered over his new children who emerged fully grown from the cum-splatters that gave them rise.

His tightened, ejaculating balls hung like a pair of blue moons in the sky to any distant onlookers who dared to observe - and there were a very few observers, though not many, remaining. The Dark One watched and felt his virulent offspring inseminating the soil, sapping all of its power and its time and bursting forth fully matured and ready to devour other life that they encountered, in order to strengthen themselves. While the Dark One's more-than-mountainous form groaned in bliss, dozens of his children erupted forth on the land in front of him. His cock dripped its last dregs onto a mountain forest as his ejaculation subsided, and the forest collapsed in moments, its substance and nutrition fueling the rise of three-meter-tall lanky monstrosities with heads, skins, and scales that were the spitting image of their sire.

The Dark One and his children already had consumed three of the planet's six continents; this one was the fourth to fall and was well on its way to destruction.

After his offspring ate everything on a landmass, they would begin to consume one another, but the last remaining offspring on a landmass would never die, ensuring that the planet's resources remained trapped within its body. Then the Dark One would, himself, devour that one offspring and move onward to the next continent, carrying the Lady of Fertility's beheaded corpse with him during each successive move.

The head alone had tasted foul to him - too foul for him to consume more of her just yet, lest he vomit out what he already had eaten. Even now, he still felt a kind of supernatural stomachache from the process of digesting and absorbing it - though over time the pain had lessened till he no longer thought much of it.

For now, he settled for consuming the planet in a slow wave, until his own powers of corruption could weaken the influence of his opponent's corpse so much that he might digest her completely after all. Failing that, he would keep her dead and incorruptible marble body there - a testament to the dying dreams of the race that had summoned them both to this world in the first place... a race which now lay all but entirely dead on this continent, and annihilated everywhere else that he had visited. Between his feet, his semen, and the bloodthirsty manhunts conducted by his children, nothing endured.

Sneeringly the Dark One looked down at the marble body that he had carried all the way here with him, borne high through the air by his impossibly powerful arms, and upon the gigantic wings that he kept un-grown within the flesh of his back, except for when it came time for a move.

He hated that the pristine body, the body whose loins he had defiled so many times, siphoning off just a bit more of her reproductive power each time he did, until at last he gained the power to generate demons merely by ejaculating onto the land, without waiting for her womb to give them birth. That had been such a slow and frustrating process, and she was always so resistant!

Even as a self-satisfied nap overtook him in the throes of his post-orgasmic high, he loathed her with all his heart. Around that hate he scrunched his sense of self, his purpose, his identity: until all trace of her power had been removed and digested into himself, he would never sleep for long.

* * *

"Long," of course, is relative. In fact the Dark One normally slept for several weeks after each ejaculation - partly to allow himself to regenerate the fullest and most potent possible load for his next seeding, but mostly out of lazy pride.

The Dark One also generally knew that he was being watched when he masturbated. He knew he was being watched during his climax just moments ago. He didn't care. He never needed to care. The only creatures that ever came around to bother him were inconsequential - creatures so tiny that he could not even fully comprehend them as being unique specimens. He knew that they moved, and he mechanically hated them and drained their lives into dust. The marble Lady was his only competitor, and she had already fallen to him - fallen, and was still falling!

With this superiority in mind, the Dark One slept deeply, and when he dreamed, he dreamed of conquest and of relived memories of his victory over her.

What the Dark One did not realize was that four of the creatures observing him today were not quite as inferior as he thought. They were, in fact, four creatures he had met before: creatures who had all attacked him individually - some of them multiple times They had each failed at attacking alone, but now they approached him in a united front.

These adversaries were unlike most of the creatures that the Dark One's offspring so easily dispatched. For starters, they were not made of flesh and blood; they were made of the universe, of the world around them - an offended and hurting world that now raised its most fundamental defensive systems against its oppressors.

The adversaries were the Elemental Forces: nameless and, indeed, each without a "sense of self" worth mentioning. Like the planet that spawned them, they were not easily offended, but they were offended now - deeply and horrifyingly offended, and the time for their combined-forces war against the offender drew nigh.

The Force of Air had the keenest vision of the four - if one could even call it vision, since he "saw" purely by feeling how the particles of gas around him brushed up against solid matter. Even at this distance of several kilometers away from the monster's reclining afterglow, he could sense that it was time for them to move.

"To the Lady's body," he urged the others, his voice a literal whisper on the wind.

Along with having no names, the Forces had no real genders either, though their appearances in their more "humanoid" forms were at least reminiscent of gender, enough that a casual observer could speak of them in gendered terms. Air, for instance, would often "gather" into vaporous clouds that resembled a lean adult man - especially when Water drew near to him. They had, however, no sex or reproduction of their own; any concept of a "reproductive urge" rested with the planet's regeneration - a regeneration that they emerged to protect.

Fire was the next to speak, its vague and androgynous shape rising in a billow of flames that erupted from the already-withering grass around them, working against the corruption in the tainted ground and turning it into kindling for the Force's form and power. "To the lady's body," it affirmed, the sounds crackling and clicking out amid the searing of the leaves.

Earth rolled along in a slough of supernatural mud that turned aside the corrupted topsoil as shi passed. Hir movements resembled the activity of some giant mole, hir passage plowing forward and leaving behind mound-trails some fifty meters across and twenty meters high - large enough that men could have built houses within them or called them "hills," except there remained no men in the area to see it. Aided by Water, shi passed through the moistened ground wordlessly, hir intent clear and hir affirmation evident in the steady approach shi wove toward the Lady's distant body.

Water flowed ahead of Earth - and behind hir - and around hir. She, Water, moved everywhere - participating in air and plant and flesh and soil. She alone among the Forces held the greatest connection to the Dark One's body, for even he could not live without Water, such being the terms of his material form. His corruptive energies could produce all of his elemental needs by siphoning them from the planet, but Water was a particular problem for him, since her fluid was an important component of the semen he ejected in such quantities. Her rage against the Dark One was evident in the cloud of steam rising and inciting Air who hovered above her. She fully intended to freeze him in ice, drown him, or dessicate him - as was her domain to do.

Their powers loosely intertwined, and together they barreled across the plains-become-hillsides, toward the site of their upcoming war.

* * *

The arrival of the Forces on the planet had not been without a price. Individually and together, these Forces represented the desperately-given life forces of untold thousands of organisms.

Whole forests and other ecosystems on the world's as-yet untainted continents had already withered away, as part of the planetary self-sacrifice that had conjured the warriors.

Furthermore, although each Force regenerated with ferocious speed when injured, each wound the they suffered would insidiously reflect itself in the ongoing failure of the planet's systems, which were very nearly past the breaking point as it was.

Because of this limitation, they did not have many assault attempts left, and the finity of their resources had prompted them all to move with increasing concord and purpose, and an appropriate degree of stealth.

Now they neared the Lady's corpse, their first goal, but its marble form lay surrounded by problems: taint, corruption, and the spawn of the Dark One, dozens of them wandering around near the Lady's body and siphoning strength from the nearby land, which remained forced into a bizarre overgrowth of plant-life by the faint power still flowing from the golem's form.

"Spawn," Fire crackled, its voice indicating full readiness to kill.

Water formed into a puddle as Earth continued rolling onward, hir progress slowed but path unchanged and unwavering in the detection of the foul creatures ahead. The resulting mud rolled right up under them, unbalancing their tall bodies and causing one of the bipeds to trip and land on all fours. (Although the majority looked like so many tiny copies of their egotistical sire, a few bore more specialized forms - some more fully akin to gargoyles, and others more like and-roving dragons. None of these differences mattered to the forces, who saw none of them as anything but an infection to be eliminated.)

Wasting no time and no mercy, Fire and Air swept forward in a surge that looked like a great fireball, the pair dancing around one another and fueling the flame with additional air and sucked-up plant matter.

Water, meanwhile, insidiously focused her presence on the patches of ground below the land-walking creatures' feet, making their already unbalanced steps dig deeply into the very soil they had tainted - too deeply, in fact, for them to maintain good balance or momentum. Their mud-encrusted feet could hold no footing, could not turn aside quickly enough from the great pyrotechnic heading their way, and then in an instant the lot of them were overtaken by the great and fiery surge.

Howls of pain and anguish issued forth to the heavens above and earth below... or would have, except Air conjured deafening swirl of wind to muffle how far their sounds carried. The Dark One, disconnected as he was from even his own little ones, did not hear them. There would be no alerting, and soon the spawn in the area would all be gone.

Fire bore down on their writhing bodies, crisping their scaly blue skin and biting deep into their muscles, fat, and bones. The airborne gargoyles shrieked a reply and dove at the attackers, but ended up consumed in the heat of Fire's flames like all the rest, and soon ended up with scorched wings and their bodies grounded, at which point they fully ignited like the rest.

Try though they might to roll and extinguish the torment, the spawn found the flames unquenchable: the mud which had hindered many of them before was just as perplexingly drying up, and now the very water of their own cells was being siphoned out, their skin cracking and systems failing as Water vampirized them with silent confidence. Soon their voices were stilled, their throats too parched or too burned to scream at all - and then Air fanned the flames higher, sealing their fates in a rapid and horrifying char.

In a matter of minutes nothing remained - not one recognizable bone. Their corpses had transformed into a field of blackened, soil-revitalizing ashes, courtesy of Fire's intensive flames.

Earth, meanwhile, rolled onward to their destination, and Water moved along silently to catch up, the sleeping evil "god" none the wiser.

* * *

To behold the Lady's headless marble body, alone and now flanked by ashes, would have been quite a sight for a mortal being.

The Forces did not care. To them, the Lady was just as foreign as the Dark One. They set immediately to their work of stealing her body away so that they could lay her power to rest.

First, Earth and Fire danced together, carving a hole in the ground that descended at a rapid pace, the stone dissolving away into a superheated molten mess. When the hole reached a depth of two kilometers, Fire's heat surged forward, converting yet more stone into a growing wave of lava. In a matter of an hour the two had carved a forty-kilometer canyon between the plains and the coast - a canyon which Water and Air summarily united to fill with liquid.

From there it was only a matter of carving out a hole around the Lady's body itself, which Fire and Earth easily accomplished in their usual fashion after moving themselves back up to the work site from the coast. They carved the hole, and Air and Water generated enough liquid for her corpse to float. From there, a little stormy momentum was all it took to send the Lady drifting away toward the vast sea, and away from the Dark One's immediate power.

A number of the Dark One's offspring bore witness to this act of corpse recovery, and their high-pitched cries of outrage troubled the Dark One's dreaming in his sleep. He stirred, and he rolled over onto his belly in a great, earth-shaking motion of his mountainous muscles, but he did not wake.

Fire soon caught onto these observers and burned the eyes of any of the Dark One's children who had seen the drifting corpse - and then went on to burn the rest of their flesh as an encore. The few strong enough to withstand the primal heat were easy enough for Earth and Air to crush or strangle once Fire's assault had already weakened them.

* * *

"The currents, we will direct," Air indicated as the Lady's body drifted out into the sea, borne on Water's waves that Air blew along.

"The ocean shall hide her from him," Water affirmed. "Deep down the currents shall draw her, down to the deepest vents where the water is taken away to be consumed by the Fire and Earth. There she shall die silently, as far from over-stimulating the surface as she can be."

"Yet if the corruption penetrates deeper, it will find her," said Earth, hir deep yet womanly voice echoing from the stones of the ground for the first time in their campaign, "and then there may be a new struggle."

"Inconceivable," whispered Air. "To take away the breath of the corruption - that, we now go to do."

"Yes," said all but Earth in unison. Earth silently rolled onward, hir mountainous molehill making a direct path toward the Dark One's sleeping rump.

* * *

The Forces shed corruption from themselves as they moved on. The land around them constantly tried to plague them, to taint them - as did the dying bodies of the spawn as they attacked them - but it caused no more than the minorest of problems with their efforts combined.

Droplets of black ichor - a substance similar to the Dark One's semen, but thinner and no longer so generative - formed into isolated dots that dripped down from Air and Water like so much sweat or rain. Though the droplets increased the corruption in whatever ground they touched, this was a small price to pay to keep the Forces clean and ready for battle, and they performed this action as readily as a healthy man voids his waste.

The Dark One, so deeply slumbering on his back as he was, did not even wake when Earth's efforts moved directly beneath his bottom and the great lengths of his three tails.

Upward his loins rose, forced upward by the rising ground and into the exposure of Air's winds. The demon's great knees spread apart, his voice rumbling with dreamed-of pleasures as the breeze rolled over the eerie blue flesh of his crotch, his imposing testicles slowly drawing up against his taint as the breeze caressed them.

"While he is weak," Air quietly stated, "destroy the means of production."

The other Forces agreed, with Water already forming great puddles around the Dark One's feet and hands - deep puddles of mud into which his extremities subtly and silently sank.

The demonic shaft was already plumping outward again, even with the tiny stimulation Air's caress afforded, but the Forces did not wait for it to erect fully.

Air and Fire danced, forming a great-and-growing orb of impossible heat in the air a few hundred meters from the tip of the Dark One's rising shaft. Water deepened her mudholes further, assisted by the good intuition of Earth, who teased and weakened the soil in just the right places to enable the the Dark one's limbs to sink down and down and down. What began as a parlor trick that had merely taken the Dark One's hands up to his knuckles sooned developed into a full-on grasping of his hands, wrists, forearms, feet, and ankles.

Then, with a sudden release of heat energy, Water froze herself solid again, forming four great crystalline statues of herself that held the Dark One's limbs in check. Earth subtly rippled the ground up and over them, insulating and sealing the ice within.

Now the Dark One began to feel discomfort from his predicament, and slowly opened his eyes to wake.

The orb of flame created by Air and Fire had now grown from a five-meter fireball to a glorious micro-star of more than fifty meters in diameter, its heat and power unthinkable. Faster and faster they whirled, and then their payload smashed into the great beast's genitalia, aiming directly for the slit of his cock - which was nearly as large as the flaming sphere - and with every intent of spelunking its way inside.

And spelunk they did. The urethral passage, blown further open by a last-second gust from Air, took the fiery payload as if it were a giant sounding rod - except this sound caused devastation rather than pleasure, everywhere it touched. The Dark One's urethral flesh melted into a black ooze, the meatus boiling as Air and Fire dove deeper and deeper; his balls swelled with a bizarre and abrupt growth, his scrotum tightening and the veins bulging all over the surface of his shaft and testes alike.

This shaft-descending maneuver did not come without the wisdom of experience: Fire and Air had both already tried damaging the creature's testes directly from the outside, but found doing so nigh-impossible from the surface, as the flesh seemed supernaturally protected from attempts to pierce through it. The inner parts of his shaft, on the other hand, lacked that extreme protection.

Now feeling the fire in his shaft, the Dark One's great head rose, his voice letting loose a great wail as he lifted and strained against his elemental bonds. His hips bucked as if trying to shake out the creatures tormenting him; the massive muscles of his arms and thighs flexed and tried to gain leverage, but even their land-crushing fibers were not enough to break free with so small a range of motion.

All the while, the flow of his dark power into his balls continued to increase; new and inky-black veins emerged to vitalize the wicked reproductive sanctum. His testicles swelled in size, growing from half a kilometer in diameter apiece to more than a kilometer - in the expanse of mere moments. Meanwhile the flesh of the shaft continued to melt from within, the exterior corroding into a withered husk that he could not see, but could feel through every pained and burning nerve.

The concentration of black fluid in the shaft grew and grew, but still Air and Fire blazed onward, tunneling their way down through the flesh, scorching the vas deferens, calling a great tunnel of wind to follow them and fuel the fire. The overwhelming force of their heat gradually began to char the shaft and to split it into two from the tip downward.

The Dark One's loud cries grew louder still as he could do nothing but writhe in the vindictive judgment of his captors. His balls swelled to two kilometers each and squished against Earth's mound below him before the two aggressing Forces pressed their way into the deepest part of his his unholy plumbing: the testes themselves.

Following the seared path of the now-useless tubing behind them, they plunged their heat downward into the black gunk of his balls. The corrupted sperm factories of his massive orbs were laid bare to them, with Air doing everything in his power to sling the corrupted juices away even as they continued to burn, ignite, and liquify or evaporate everything they contacted.

For all of their influence, still seemed like no more than a pair of tiny animals within the Dark One's grand-and-swelling orbs, but yet they persevered: the heat within the demon's balls continued to build, and even the the protective flesh at the surface distended and bubbled as the ferocious and relentless heat inside grew, and grew... and grew...

...And yet it did not seem it would be enough. Air and Fire sensed their power waning, the corruption digging into them, draining their energy and gradually shutting them down.

The wind outside the scorched, splitting shaft began to fail, and Earth and Water took notice. Silently, they responded.

As part of Earth and Water's response, three things happened at nearly the same time.

The first was that the Dark One suddenly discovered that he could make progress against his earthy and icy bonds if he struggled again, so he began to do so, quickly freeing his mighty arms and starting to sit up.

The second thing was that Water launched herself up onto what was left of the Dark One's shaft and began to coax the liquid mass of dark semen away from Fire and Air, filtering the corruption out of them and returning it to the tissues of the shaft. This had the unfortunate side-effect of helping to enable the shaft to begin regenerating, but it freed Air and Fire from the grip of the corruption, allowing them to focus on superheating and sterilizing the Dark One's testicles.

The third thing that happened was that Earth shook the ground below the Dark One and forced up great spires of rock that closed in around his massive balls and gripped them, forming a cage that tugged and yanked them even as the Dark One struggled to grasp his loins and to gather power into his hands with which to blast his attackers. The cage's surface soon became impossibly hard, taking on a diamond-like sheen, and the Dark One found it impossible to crush with physical motion alone. His best efforts at doing so only succeeded in irritating his already touchy masculine orbs, which ached internally with a searing pain that he had no words or understanding to describe - so foreign as it was to his understanding of the world!

Then the flow of Air within the balls grew strong again, and Fire blazed hotter. The testes melted and bulged from the inside, their surfaces ballooning outward with pressure and squeezing tightly against the cage of earth that was only growing tighter and tighter around them. The swelling increased twofold as Air and Fire gave it their all.

And then, in a great howl of the Dark One's pain, it happened.

The testicles that had spawned so many hundreds of thousands of parasitic demons exploded internally, a great puff of blackish-blue blood and scorched flesh erupting putridly from the split-open, barely-regenerating shaft. Even though the skin of the scrotum still could not be pierced, the testicles had exploded from inside, and the pressure had gone in the only direction it had available, which was further up and back of out the malefic creature's plumbing, releasing into the outside world as his muscles jerked and twitched in pain..

The burst of gore from his cocktip seemed to silence the Dark One's mind: he closed his eyes and slumped motionless onto his back, his energies fading from obvious use. His over-swollen scrotal flesh began to thin and draw up as Air and Fire pushed out the rest of the molten contents of his sack before cauterizing the rest. Throughout this process the Dark One did not move a muscle, as if unconscious... or dead.

"Success," fire roared, singing the Dark One's crotch to a sickly, charredcolor in a glorious and humiliating wave of heat.

Air and Water concurred.

"Mmmm," intoned Earth, and fell silent. Hir voice did not sound so convinced. The flows of earth and rock moved erratically on the ground around them as shi considered this situation. The cage around the Dark One's sack crumbled, and shi dipped her form and consciousness deep into the planet's stony crust to brood and to consider.

Fire and Air continued their wrath of wanton destruction, diving back inside the plumbing of the fallen giant and turning to cinders every nook and corner of the Dark One's shaft and testes, until there was nothing left but a hollow husk.

Earth emerged from hir recess in a highly formal fashion, shaping hirself into a stony pillar of a humanoid herm, with a rigid barrel chest and large yet roughly-shapen breasts, and a hyperphallic flaccid member that hung from hir waist all the way to the ground - a distance of some twenty-five meters - with rocky testes to match. Hir legs were all but fused together, with only a needle-like slit of passage between, and the testes rested behind hir, their rocky surfaces hanging against the backs of hir barely-distinguishable knees.

"The intruder... recovers," intoned Earth.

Air and Fire paid no heed to Earth's naysaying. Emerging from the shaft once more, they burned and burned together in the dance of their combined power, blazing a larger and larger trail up the Dark One's belly, as if to demonstrate their triumph.

"No," declared Earth, after some delay.

Finally, at that statement, Air and Fire stopped all activity - and observed with primal frustration as the Dark One's ruined scrotum and shaft sloughed off like a set of scabs, or like detachable machine parts.

The demon's penis and testes smashed onto the mounds of ground below, emitting a thick ichor that caused Earth to scream in pain as hir powers suffered severe interference: shi moved with pitiful slowness, unable to assist the others. Water came to hir aid, helping to carry the corruption out, but the process took time.

Air felt around the Dark One's scorched crotch, with a special emphasis on the still-smoldering taint. To his frustration, he felt three mounds of flesh emerging from the formerly destroyed internal plumbing once more: a new shaft and two new orbs, small right now, but rapidly increasing in size, gaining whole meters of length or diameter with each passing second as the flesh grew and divided with impossible speed.

Then the Dark One's eyes opened. His power resurged, his loins practically glowing with power as his angered consciousness expressed its loathing of these nameless fleas that were bothering him.

"Destroy," whispered Air, conjuring a swirl of wind that dragged up heavy rocks and still-hot ashes to bombard the newly emerging organs. The seemingly tender new scrotum merely deflected most of the strikes, so Air retargeted his efforts and pumped the entire funnel of air and rocks down into the Dark One's shaft. The growing testicles bulged as the air pressure inside the orbs rose, and Air felt several satisfying pops as the vesicles within the Dark One's organs burst.

To Air's chagrin, the Dark One did not even flinch. Instead, he rose in fury, breaking free of the lingering restraints against his feet, and stood up. His still-regenerating organs swelled rapidly larger, the shaft twitching and throbbing as it expelled a cloud of corrupted air along with most of the stones Air had pumped down.

Air's power fuzzed as the fumes spread through the area, but he drew upon the atmospheric purity of a distant place in order to shrug off the Dark One's influence for now. On a hunch that victory could yet be within reach, Air whirled himself into a mighty cyclone that picked up rocks and other debris and weaponized them, the whirling force enabling them to cleave into the flesh of the demon's shaft with eye-popping speed and momentum. Though many of the rocks simply shattered, not all did, and soon Air had a relentless series of blade-like rocks carving deeper and deeper incisions into the penis. Before long he had carved the tip up entirely, the hot flesh of the glans flying off in all directions as the assault continued.

Then came the frenulum, and on down from there, the Dark One screaming in surprise as all of this ensued and trying to get the elemental off his cock by turning away and shaking, but even a demonic monster of his size could not run from the very air around him, and the Force remained locked on target. With a series of loud, protesting howls the Dark one watched and felt his member being grinded away until only a stub remained, and the supercharged Air smoothly avoided every attempt by the semen within to corrupt him. At last the Force reached the base of the Dark One's groin, with the entirety of the penile flesh either sheared away or so badly damaged that it was unrecognizable. The Dark One looked ready to burst with pain and anger... but then he flexed his groin muscles and once again the penis began to regrow, its tip sputtering out blob after blob of pre from the fast-regenerated testicles. Between the incoming corruption and severe overuse of his power, Air found himself unable to do more. He drifted wispily away, his energies rattling around in dismay

Seeing Air's failure, Fire darted in to make an attack while Water continued rejuvenating the still-unsettled Earth.

Now lacking much cooperating energy from the temporarily-disabled Air, Fire took an impulsive action and dove directly inside the newly regenerating shaft, following the thinning trail of Air's energies that still lingered inside. Clearly, it seemed, the balls had regenerated first and then allowed the shaft to regenerate. They had not done something right, and it intended to fix that.

On the way down, Fire's heat reached out furiously to touch each and every demonic lump of flesh within the fast-regenerating erection, melting tissues into the fringes of the meatus and causing the Dark One considerable pain. Yet, even as Fire burned its way down into the testes, the inner lining of the shaft kept regenerating behind it.

The testes contained only the barest traces of Air's earlier power by the time Fire arrived - most had already been corrupted by the Dark One's regenerative systems - and Fire felt its energy waning Desperate, it opted to super-heat the beast's testicles much as it had done to the urethra, but with a focus on striking deep with the heat and rendering the organs, and already-produced semen, sterile. If the monster's power could be nullified properly, Fire's mind reasoned, this great regenerative cycle would surely cease.

Fire whirred and burned and grew in intensity - as much as it possibly could. The flesh of the testes did indeed melt, and the Dark One grasped his sack in frustration as the elemental entity continued burning within him.

Soon the pain grew so frustrating that the Dark One took the drastic step of crushingly squeezing his own scrotum - between both of his monstrous hands - in an attempt to crush or quench the Fire within. (The pain and self-inflicted damage from this, the Dark One regarded as trivial.)

Fire felt its power burning out as the corrupting energies condensed in around him. Soon the Force cringed and withdrew, its power spent and its mind momentarily confused.

It had in fact sterilized the Dark One's testes - but only for a moment, and they regenerated silently and commenced production again.

"Impossible," declared Fire, its confusion giving way to rage and grim determination.

Tapping into Air's recovering energy to stoke itself into a roaring blaze again, Fire quickly purified itself and redoubled its efforts. Weaving through the air like a burning meteor, Fire fell upon the Dark One's shaft, blazing brightly in reckless power and melting the flesh with startling ease. The Force siphoned more strength from the presence of heat on the world and blazed into a many-meters-high salvo, simultaneously surging down both the interior and the exterior of the member until it was cooked inside and out, its flesh blackening and weakening to the point that the shaft broke off.

"Now it is done," said Fire, but it wasn't: from the inner parts of the urethra the tip of the cock grew straight back outward, emerging and expanding to full size at a speed that defied all reason, as if Fire's attack had been a mere game.

Confused, but internally conceding that what it had just tried had somehow not worked, Fire redirected its attacks toward the front-and-center of the dark one's thick, muscled neck. The Dark One replied to this fiery crisping of the scales of his neck by letting go of his rapidly healing sack and smacking the flames on his neck with each hand in turn, smothering Fire's heat and containing the damage, but not without a price in distraction.

While the Dark One held his grip to that neck of sinew that was nearly as wide as his head, Earth stirred with power, raising a mighty pillar of stone whose size rivalled even the size of the Dark One's shaft itself. Shi then formed a giant boulder to complement it, rose in the shape of a hermaphroditic golem, and leapt forward to the offensive, carrying the boulder and indeed making hir body one substance with it. Hir massively heavy body landed on the Dark One's shaft like a flea lands upon a dog, and immediately shi kicked upward from it, turning it midair and letting gravity take care of the rest. The rising pillar and the great mass of stone collided with the cock from both its dorsal and ventral sides, in unison, applying devastating pressure to the shaft's interior and causing many ruptures. Not content to stop there, Earth did the jump again, and though the Dark One tried to move out of the way of this one, a powerful gust from Air forced his shaft right back into the massive boulder's path!

SMASH!

The shaft bled profusely, its length crushed and maimed. The Dark One roared in anger, looking down at his ruined organ in disgust, the pain rolling through him a reminder of just how much he must hate and destroy those who attack him! With the flames at his neck momentarily quelled, a he lifted a mighty claw and slammed Earth off of him. Of course that only gave Fire a chance to start burning at his neck again - but to the Forces' dismay, it didn't' seem that Earth's attack would be accomplishing anything either. The penile shaft bent into a sickly U-shape before shortly thereafter snapping back to full erectility and perfect health.

Earth faltered, sailing through the air while an earthquake rocked a distance continent and pulled numerous animals down to their deaths. Shi felt the surge of hir power diminish from the blow, and slipped back into the ground to prepare a distraction in support of Fire.

After mere moments of gathering hirself, shi launched forth from the ground once again and impaled the back of the Dark one's left thigh with a giant spear of rock.

Bluish-black blood spurted out of the spear wound, and the Dark One roared before removing one hand from his neck and using it to chop Earth's pillar into two with one swift blow, not even bothering to remove what remained within his wound. His biceps, triceps, and traps twitched with rolling waves of brutal power, the fringes of the monster's snout curling into a snarl at the thought of such a tiny rock assaulting him.

The shattering of the spear sent a minor shock of damage through Earth, but shi remained on the offensive and kept up that same tactic, impaling the Dark One's other thigh, rump, and left calf in that order. The three monstrous tails curled down and whipped through all three spears of rock; a volley of tectonically launched boulders followed in reply.

Earth had entered into what seemed a berserker's frenzy, and Fire redoubled its efforts in trying to burn a hole through the monster's neck.

The Dark One roared in frustration, smacking his neck several more times while swatting away at Earth with his tails. Finally his penis re-achieved its fullest size and began emitting more pre again, and he grabbed a glob of the liquid and smeared a potent glob of it it all over Fire's blaze.

That did the trick: the already-overtaxed Force collapsed, the core of the planet grew ever-so-slightly cooler, and it seemed that the Dark One was now free to assault the remaining champions with impunity. Each of the annoying spear wounds had been closing in turn, the punctured flesh scabbing over, then scarring, and then sloughing off to reveal pristine, undamaged scale-skin - all in a matter of moments.

It indeed seemed that Earth's assaults were accomplishing nothing at all, but the Force kept on regardless, managing to jam a spear of rock into his left hand while that arm was lowered.

What the Dark One had failed to notice during all of this was Water floating up toward his shaft again in a vaporous form, borne up by the recovering energies of Air. Stormclouds also gathered in the sky above them; rain and lightning began to fall.

Ignoring the weather, the Dark One made a direct punch against the frustrating Earth below him, and Water slipped into the opening of his urethra, rolling through him down into his testicles with impressive speed. He barely even noticed as the water pressure inside his newly-producing balls began to build, and then to freeze....

Air danced above Earth, and began to direct the lightning strikes into a supernatural line. Fall after fall they drew nearer to the Dark One, until finally his eight horns began to catch them like lightning rods, the electricity arcing through his giant body and causing him to writhe in debilitating spasms. All the while his balls continued freezing to death, their vesicles bursting from the ice expanding inside of them.

"More!" declared Earth, tapping into Fire's power to polish up a diamond-like blade of rock, which shi soon after launched like a spinning boomerang toward the Dark One's taint. The testes themselves might be impossible to pierce from the outside, but there was nothing necessarily stopping hir from amputating the entire genital region while Water destroyed it within.

Hack after hack the blade cleaved into the Dark One's taint, sending blood and chunks of tissue scattering across the ground. He turned his attention to harming Earth again, and he succeeded in scoring several crushing hits on areas of ground that were full of hir energies.

Still shi persevered, the impacts of his mighty fists easier for hir to cope with than the corruption of his fluids. While enduring the damage, shi carved into the monster's flesh with even more urgent speed, the diamond blade shaking and quaking as it cut its way through the flesh of his loins. The regenerative energies in the area were already focused on restoring the ice-assaulted testes, and the outer loin wounds seemed to be recovering slower than expected.

Air likewise continued to shock him, continued to whirl and speed up, to tear off scales and carve deep pink grooves of friction burns into the surface of the monster's flesh... but it was no good - any scale he peeled away would just as soon regrow. Perhaps the flesh of the demon's loins was no different.

Within the beast's shaft, Water's energies were flowing backward from the dead-and-frozen interior of the balls. Now her icy expansion crept into the urethra as well, with the Force leaching moisture from the meatus and using it to fuel her outward growth. The temperature in the shaft dropped sharply while the pressure from the expanding crystals caused no end of tissue damage, with Earth's assault all the while continuing to hack away at the entire genital package. Drawing on the powers of the ocean and the polar ice caps, and giving it her all, Water pushed the temperature down, down, down.....

The embattled shaft turned an even sicklier shade of blue than it already had been. The cold was penetrating its tissues completely; even its blood could no longer move. It looked thoroughly and completely frostbitten, the flesh inside unable to regenerate directly because it had been so thoroughly turned to ice. Still Earth's cleaving kept on, the rim of the Dark One's loins looking unsightly with blood and mangled flesh.

In the end, Earth did manage to sever the entire pubic mound from the rest of the Dark One's body. The frozen cock and balls dropped toward the ground, the great generators of the Dark One's energy collapsing. dead to the Forces of the planet.

Then they sensed it.

To the dismay of all four Forces, there was already another pubic mound growing outward from beneath the one that had just been carved out... complete with the makings of a penis and a new pair of balls.

The genitals that Water and Earth had been assaulting struck the ground. The non-frozen portions ruptured into the same ichorous liquid as before... and this time it was Water herself who felt too corrupted to endure: her energies melted outward from within the wreck of the Dark One's previous bits, absorbing too much corruption too quickly for her to process without major consequences. Through the Force's supernatural link, toxins invaded more and more bodies of water around the world, with animals of various sorts dying of poisoning, or for want of clean hydration.

Water rolled away in a sluggish confusion, slowly diluting the concentrated ichor and sputtering it out bit by bit. Earth darted over to share Water's burden, absorbing her into a pool of mud and pulling away from the Dark One's position at great speed as soon as shi had done so.

The corruption-addled Fire burned a weary, zig-zagging path to follow them, and air blew quietly away in disgust, the supernatural thunderstorm having lost its moisture after Water's power crumpled.

* * *

From a distance of some kilometers, the Forces observed the Dark One as his process of regeneration continued, and his erection resurged to what seemed an even larger size than ever. He gave his member a long session of gleeful teasing from both of his huge hands, roaring in his pleasure as his precum leaked and spawned a monster here and there.

He seemed almost to be taunting them with it, warning them that they lacked the strength to overcome his regenerative powers.

Yet, this taunting was not the thing the Forces found interesting. It was something else: a field of energy.

An aura of pulsing, erratic energy currently hummed within the center of the Dark One's torso. It was an aura that they all could now see as they observed his self-repair accelerating. They understood it to be an aura of darkness and infestation - of perpetual breeding and consumption of resources. It was the core energy signature of the Dark One's power, and it lived in his heart.

But a second aura radiated along with it, originating from further down along the top of his belly. Its energies were erratic and reckless, yet full of vitality, relentlessly seeking to force growth, and to convert nutrition into new substance. Those were the energies of the Lady.

They were two auras, one in his heart, and one in his stomach; auras associated with his own power, and with the power he had taken from the Lady.

Power stolen from the Lady. He was using it to enhance his regeneration even further! Of course!

"Two evils," the Forces said in unison. "Subdue, then destroy. Destroy all, together."

Then the four Forces took a moment to commune with each other's energies, rapidly sharing strategic information while Water finished cleaning herself, and while Fire burned its own infection away. This would be their greatest assault yet, and if their planet was to endure, it needed to work.

* * *

The Dark One stood idly stroking himself, feeling quite secure, as Water alone approached him in a direct line of flowing fluid. Remembering her from before, he smeared pre on one of his hands and channeled its energies into a weaponized blast, which surged toward her through the air. She smoothly evaded him. Her flow built up greater and greater speed, and soon she burst upward like a geyser to land on the thick base of his demonic shaft.

The Dark One expected another attack and plugged the tip of his cock with a finger while swearing the fingertip with additional corruptive pre.

Yet, in the same fluid motion, as if totally friendly and unafraid, Water began spinning her way up and down the Dark One's cock. Her body shifted texture, taking on an oily feel as energies borrowed from Earth manifested themselves. Water flowed smoothly all around that shaft, feeling like a blob of living lubricant, coaxing and pressing and massaging at his base and upward, quickly renewing his virile pleasures with her actions.

Despite his loathing of her as a creature, it took the Dark One only a moment to conclude what must now be going on: this ridiculous ant was submitting to him! Serving him!

Not that he cared. He would destroy her along with the planet; he despised her with a machine-hate that knew no compromise. But he would not destroy her yet, for his prime directive - to spread his seed to all places and conquer the Lady entirely - was being advanced quite nicely by her present motions. His pre flowed faster and faster, dripping downward in long, thin ropes and giving rise to more of his children.

Apparently not content to stop there, Water drew more mass into herself from the atmosphere around her, engulfing more and more of the throbbing member in her expanding donut of slick fluids. Back and forth, up and down, she rolled along his girth, which all too quickly swelled beyond its usual limits as the Dark One's ever-potent virility expressed its approval.

Massive creature of corrupted sex that he was, he found it impossible not to moan at this new "toy," the demonic blood over-engorging his great spire of a shaft until it was leaking a literal river of pre.

Water cleverly tugged the head of the shaft downward and drew her own flows of liquids further and further away from the tip, sparing herself from much of the corruptive influence and allowing her to focus her attentions on the sensitive area just below the glans, and then all down the rest of the shaft.

Down near the Dark One's feet, the other champions were approaching, but they did not seem interested in paying him tribute. Instead, they destroyed his offspring with brutal blasts of rock, fire, and wind. To this the Dark One replied by defiantly aiming globs of pre at them, as if to gloat that their companion had betrayed them.

Air called forth a sphere of winds to juggle the drops of precum around, never allowing them to make contact with the ground. Fire focused its mighty temperatures on the jostled seed, causing it to swelter until its power to bring forth life had been destroyed. They sterilized the liquid in this way for quite some time before finally allowing some to fall experimentally to the ground at Earth's command. No demons arose.

The Dark One could see this feeble effort of interference and found it all too entertaining in his growing pleasure. Water's flows moved down all over his spectacular balls, the increasingly viscous liquid massaging the upper sides of them and kneading them as his sexual response deepened. The Dark One's clawed toes dug into the ground as he howled, his mighty ankles rising as he stood digitigrade, his climax drawing nearer and nearer, the trio of tails flailing around in his excitement.

In this elation, it was hard for him to notice that Earth had entirely disappeared, or that there was a needle-like spire of diamond slowly emerging on a hill nearby. Slicking his hands with his pre, he prepared a blast of corrupting energy to drive these pests away so that he could bring forth his children uninterrupted....

But then, all at once, Air's power touched Earth's, and a projectile of pure diamond fired itself out of the hillside like a ballista bolt. The object was many meters wide - slightly wider than the Dark One's urethra - and pointed at the end like a massive stake. The currents of Air's power bore it forward with supernaturally increasing speed, directly on target.

When Water felt the bolt of diamond approaching, she stopped her ministrations entirely and slipped into the Dark One's urethral hole, sounding down deep into it. Seconds later the projectile also found its way deep into the opening, and the Dark One screamed as the tender insides of his shaft were simultaneously impaled and obstructed. It was enough to send him into a full fighting rage - something he hadn't experienced in quite a while now!

Two large bulges furrowed and rose along the flesh of the Dark One's back as his entire body winced in pain. As if making him into a great gargoyle, those bulges of flesh burst outward to reveal a pair of massive blue wings that glistened wetly in the air. The torn flesh of his back bled and dripped for several seconds, but soon ceased their leaking entirely, the flesh reknitting and sealing easily around the wings' bases.

The Dark One roared and pushed off the ground with both mighty feet, and with a beat of his enormous wings, he took to the sky.

"Pursue," declared Air.

Water, now in an infiltrating position within the Dark One's shaft, began siphoning out the Dark One's precum in a conservative, self-defending fashion, pumping it out in limited amounts around the edges of the obstruction created by the diamond spire. She then froze each limited portion of fluid to sterilize it, ensuring that it would not create any distractions for her companions outside.

The polar ice caps of the planet lost some mass to melting as Water drew upon every ounce of power she could muster in order to prepare herself for the all-in attack to come. She fortified herself and began to cool her overall temperature.

The Dark One's first order of business, meanwhile, was to examine his wounded shaft in disgust. The pillar inside of it could be digested by his regenerative processes, but its structure was phenomenally hard and difficult to break down. Dissolving it would take time! It was also too deeply imbedded for him to pull out, as it had sailed deep into his shaft and gotten stuck, with his big hands far too large to get a hold on its end.

On top of all of this, the Dark One was still frustratingly close to an orgasm - an orgasm whose satisfaction and relaxation he had just been denied. He could feel the essences of his children stirring inside of him, crying to be free! He turned with pure animosity in mid-flight and jerked himself rapidly, ignoring the pain and doing his best to force the spire to come free through pure application of masturbatory pressure.

What the Dark One still didn't realize was that Water was already forming a blockading layer of ice up above the upper end of the spire. She pushed out the precum in tiny bursts - which had deceived the Dark One into thinking nothing was especially wrong besides the obvious - but she had near-total control over its flow for now, and the spire was going nowhere.

Try thought he might - and increase the buildup of pressure within his loins though he did - the Dark One could manage at best only droplets of pre. Annoyed he stroked himself even faster, feeling his balls slosh and blow in the wind as he swooped in a wide circle around the area, his tails waving in defiance of the foes chasing him. Now he was gathering the emerging pre on his hands to use as a weapon... but he found it watery and already ruined!

His frustrated stroking only managed to get the spire stuck worse, forcing his regenerative energies into a cycle of recovery and damage, recovery and damage, within the confines of his massive shaft.

Fire and Air swept up toward the beast's head while Earth followed in the form of a tremendous boulder that catapulted up and struck him in the chest. The chest scales cracked and shed away, and the boulder burst into numerous tiny pieces that came to life in the forms of numerous tiny golems, which clung to his soaring chest and wedged their way in beneath the fringes of his scales, pressing at them relentlessly and causing the tissues beneath to itch.

He began to claw at his chest, but Fire and Air diverted their course and wreathed fire around his wrists to confuse him get him interested in attacking them.

Faster and faster the Dark One flew, attempting to leave the hovering pests behind, but Fire and Air sped up along gusts of air and managed to get behind him. The Dark One's three tails lifted in confusion as a pillar of compressed air burst into his anal cavity and slammed against his already hot-and-bothered prostate. The plugged shaft jerked and spasmed, but Water regulated the flows with judicious skill, and only let out a small jot of the upsurging semen.

The ice caps continued to melt as Water drew upon their power to prepare more ice and ward herself against the corruption. The stall phase needed to end, and soon.

The Dark One growled and spun around in the air, looking to find whoever or whatever had dinged his prostate. He grasped his muscular rump in annoyance, and roared.

It was while the Dark One's mouth was open to roar that Air and Fire took their chance. They swept behind him, past the meaty bases of his wings, up and over his hulking shoulders, and then snuck around his thick neck before darting abruptly up into his nose. He felt an uncharacteristically warm influx of air tickling his nostrils, and snorted a puff to try to push whatever it was out - and he felt like he had succeeded, so he moved on to clawing the annoying rock creatures out of his chest and seeing what could be done about his cock.

In reality, Air had perfectly negated the snort's attempt to push them out with a sudden burst of air of his own, and he and Fire were now clear to begin their expedition into the depths of the demon's body once more.

The fireball pair flowed swiftly through the beast's nasal cavity and down into his throat, reacting appropriately to the foul tides of his breath.

Air felt considerable corruption from these efforts, but Fire worked hard to purify him with burning surges of heat, and together they billowed down into the mighty monster's depths, aiming for the esophagus.

The passage down the esophagus, however, was not without challenges. Cavernous and otherworldly-blue as it was, this digestive tube was also full of tendrils of flesh that would lash out at them, sensing their different nature, and dispensing insidious doses of the Dark One's toxins each time the Forces drew near. Blazing together in a fireball to prevent infection, they felt a rumbling around them as the giant rubbed at his neck. Then to their greater dismay they sensed his vile stomach acid rising up at them, the sphincter of his belly opening wide as his body tried to expel whatever had gone in that shouldn't be there....

"Deeper!" the two Forces declared in unison, their voices a light of sound amidst a deep and decaying darkness. Determined, they dove, drawing on the lingering reserves of the weary planet to do so. It would not be long now... it would not be long!

Down in the pit of the creature's poisonous gut they saw it: the torn, half-digested head of the Lady, the eyes locked in a position of dismay, yet its energy unmistakable.

They drew near to the artifact and soon found it lending a bolstering wave of power to them, the Lady's broken head eager to give them aid in their quest if it meant the head could finally be put to rest with the remainder of the body. Begrudgingly they accepted a portion of this energy and converted it into varieties they could each use, hyper-energizing themselves for the final push to the heart. Their blazed brightened, and Air carried the head along in a tornado of currents while the two pressed on.

Barreling forward in a whirl of burning heat, the Forces corkscrewed their fireball against an upper wall of the Dark One's stomach, drilling a hole in its walls and sending hunks of burnt flesh scattering into the acid.

Outside, through a subtle sympathetic link that the four Forces were now sharing in their cooperative efforts, Earth and Water began to feel a reinvigoration of power as well. The tiny creatures of rock that had infiltrated the Dark One's scales grew larger, peeling more of the skin away, even as the Dark One continued trying to claw them out.

The beast shook himself violently in midair, and between that and his incessant clawing, he finally managed to fling all of shards off of him. The small golems fell to the earth, but had served their purpose: all the Dark One had to show for his efforts was a still-plugged shaft and a tickle in his throat as his burning mucosa regrew along with a feeling of discomfort in the pit of his stomach.

Now the blaze of Air and Fire burst through the hole into the Dark One's abdominal cavity, the hole between it and his stomach creating pressure imbalances and sending his body into an even more urgent flurry of regenerative processes. Long tendrils of darkness reached out from the wounded stomach to try to grab hold of the Lady's head to digest its energies for more power, but the Forces swiftly turned and blowtorched them, burning the tendrils to cinders. Now in a fiery display they struck onward to the beast's waiting heart....

"Time approaches." Earth's voice boomed from the ground not far from the demon as shi rose up into the form of a stony monument. "Prepare."

Needing no further confirmation, Water ceased her stalling tactics and plunged herself down into the beast's shaft in the form of a great blob of oily goo, beginning to chill and crystallize herself even as she spat the corrupting liquid out behind her. The Dark One felt the diamond plug in his cock begin to move, and jerked at the shaft with relish as he felt the pressure of his semen blissfully mounting, even amidst all of his pain. The tip of the spire was nearly out of him, and his balls were starting to be overcome with an exquisite cooling sensation that seemed to get colder and colder as his eruption drew near....

Earth drew hir power out of the way to avoid being struck by the globs of pre that continued to fall. Shi spent hir time impaling the offspring on rocky poles before they could even finish arising, flinging additional stone javelins up into the air at the Dark One when shi could.

The Dark One stroked his enormous shaft with growing defiance, reaching down to the emerging diamond pole and withdrawing it with succulent glee. His dragonish tongue lolled from his maw; his horns lowered toward the ground as he flew a loop-de-loop, jerking himself right toward the edge, feeling his balls draw up tight....

Meanwhile, Fire and Air approached the monster's rapidly beating heart and struck at it directly, burning against its outer walls without a second thought, drawing on the extra power that imbued them to strike all the hotter and more ferociously. First the Dark One's heart beat faster - then it began to spray out tendrils - but none of its simplistic defenses could overcome the raw heat and wind that were surrounding the great pump of his darkness now. Fire gave way to sizzling; sizzling gave way to noxious fumes; fumes gave way to blistering holes in the heart's chamber walls; holes gave way to a massive outpouring of inky black blood; and the blood filled the cavity in a great and thinkable surge.

And then his heart exploded, its flesh forced outward by Air and Fire's expanding and combustive power.

Now the Dark One was truly "roused" - having his heart cooked inside him could not help but excite his nerves - but at this point it only served to enhance his orgasm, which he endured with roaring glee as more and more of his children rained down onto the land below, his ejaculation bountiful and rampant. Earth fought them boldly, while Water's icy crystallization continued to build in pressure within the monster's spent balls... and then the vesicles ruptured.

Of course, the Dark One's body kept right on moving with his heart exploded, so otherworldly was its power. The blood simply began animating itself, borne forward through the vessels by the same regenerative processes that regrew organs and built the defensive tendrils in his digestive tract. Yet he did not feel "okay." He simmered with rage, flailing his body side to side and spreading his cum in all directions while that icy nymph within him kept up her part of the attack.

Second by second the innards of the testicles froze, failed, and cracked apart, turning his perpetually blue balls even bluer with a shivering coldness. He flew around frantically, his regenerative systems grasping for every ounce of his power that was available to try to restore the existing heart or balls, but finding both already too far gone. The only option was to build new ones, but with both foci of his power currently destroyed or in immediate jeopardy, his body could not do this quite as fast as usual.

Icier and deader the testicles became, and yet still the beast remained in flight, defying the attack and stalling for regeneration. The tendrils within his stomach flailed wildly, seeking the Lady's half-digested head of power and finding it missing, the habituated system not understanding where it could have gone. He hungered, and he looked around for the rest of the Lady's body, and realized to his horror that he could not find it. All that his eyes could see for many kilometers around were the plains of his offspring's destructive handiwork, and foamy, mist-obscured seas! Where had they put her!? He felt something from her, some impulse... from the ocean? But also... within his own head!?

From the beast's nose, Air and Fire emerged again, bearing the decapitated Lady's head on their return voyage from the darkness of the demon's interior. The Dark One snatched at them, trying to grab the head, but Air proved too swift for him and buffeted the head out of reach and down to the ground amidst Earth's soil. The Dark One dove for it, but found himself violently opposed.

Flowing together in an intuitive motion, Air and FIre flew clear of the Dark one and surged down over Earth, melding their energies with hir. Together they shot skyward toward the beast's urethra and linked up with Water's power as well.

In a flurry of primal force, the Forces' energies came apart and transformed, drawing no longer on the Lady's head, but on their own united energies that were joined in a singular killing purpose. They whirred, gathered, and rose into an ephemeral yet imposing form - a body of monstrosity to rival the Dark One's own.

Lifting off into the air in a chaotic mass of gasses, dirt, liquid, and searing heat, the united Forces flew forth in a shape similar to a man, and yet not a man, a mist of super-heated diamond dust giving substance to their form's perimeter.

They reached out with both of their mighty arms and grappled with the descending Dark One, punched him in the head to stagger him, and then took two separate offensive actions at at the same time, one with each of their enormous hands.

The left hand reached its liquid - yet solid - form deep into the Dark One's wounded shaft. They pressed their power down through his vas deferens and slinked it around to toward his balls, their eyeless head gazing all the while at the critically wounded body of the their opponent. Their influence seeped into his testicles, and the temperature inside those frozen demonic orbs began to increase all too abruptly, as an unbearable wrath of expanding air and water pressure built up inside of both of them. The Dark One's scrotum gurgled and swelled with the Forces' payload: superheated water-turned-vapor, along with lava-like, flowing stone that filled the testes and perpetually re-destroyed their ability to stay productive, even as his body made last-ditch attempts at re-creating them from scratch.

The right hand punched repeatedly at the Dark One's clawed-yet-regenerated chest, hammering away at it with blow after relentless blow until its flesh first blackened and then gave way entirely, allowing them to stick a smoldering hand of power deep into the chest cavity and re-burn every attempt by the heart to grow back.

The demon gripped at their combined form with both of his hands - strained with his feet - tried to drag them to the ground where he might go for the Lady's head, but he found their assaulting body both hard to hold onto and impossible to dislodge. and the consequences of their efforts were mounting: his indestructible ballsack ballooned outward to first double, and then triple its original size with the surging pressure. The wind of their midair fighting buffeted his crushed and flash-frozen orbs in a terrible agony. The testicles' insides exploded time and again in wave after wave of pressurized destruction. On and on the bursting continued, the Forces gaining strength all the while - emotionlessly yet triumphantly tearing their prey asunder, gripping the tiny regenerating core of his heart and snuffing it out over and over.

The Forces swelled their power in a furious wave: they pumped one more grand pulse of pressure into the Dark One's balls - and this time the seemingly impenetrable outer flesh did properly explode.

Blood, ruptured vesicles and other giblets of demon fell in a stormy heap onto the ground, their corrupting influence waning even as they lay there in the shadow of the beast to which they had until moments ago been attached. A sickening pile of lava, burnt reproductive flesh, and ash dripped continued dripping down from the wound, while the Forces kept up their perpetual destruction of all types of regeneration his body tried to perform.

Around the world there were environmental catastrophes as the champions pushed themselves to their unified limits; soil and plants gave up nutrients to the planet's cause, and the air turned noxious, and the floodwaters of polar melt rose on numerous coastlines... but the Forces would not relent, nor could the Dark One any longer make them do so... and the Forces weren't done maiming him yet, either.

Imbued with this final wave of strength from the planet, the pulsing cluster of energies the Forces had applied to burst open Dark One's sack began to pump backward - maintaining enough of a presence in the depths of the groin to vaporize any new genitalia that might try to grow out, while the bulk of their destructive fury backed up along their inserted arm.

The walls of the Dark One's shaft bulged outward as a sphere of heat and pressure forced its way into the already-mangled urethra. The blood flows in the shaft tightened as the flesh quivered taut, the skin at the surface breaking and shredding wide open, leaving the meatus exposed beneath as the orb drew back out toward the tip with agonizing power and slowness.

The cock continued to jitter, and then the orb expanded, the Forces drawing on one final reserve of power to serve what seemed likely to be a coup de grace. Bigger and bigger the sphere of pressure swelled, until the shaft could endure no more: it exploded into dozens of bloody chunks, with each chunk impaled by several spears of ice or of diamond. The power in the chunks shortly failed; they struck the ground impotent and quickly decayed to ash.

The Dark One's loins had only one tired answer: they tingled with energy and tried to push a final regenerated set of genitals outward. It was during that process that the Dark One's otherworldly power finally ran out, and the consequences were immediate and catastrophic - for him!

There was no mistaking it this time - no mere dormant collapse. The flesh all over his form began to decay all at once, with his body jolting into instantaneous rigor mortis and total systemic failure. His tissues ate desperately at themselves, devouring each other for power - only to discover that there was no power left. His blue flesh withered to a rotting shade of black and then crumbled to ashes. In the end, all that remained was a great wave of dust scattered on the winds across the land, and the gleaming white of his now-useless bones, which fell from the sky and crashed to the ground in a heap.

"Now," the Forces said, their merged body slowly standing and gathering up the Lady's head once more. "Now, it shall end."

* * *

The ceremony of returning the Lady's head to her body was a solemn one, in which the unified Forces did not speak. Leaving the demon king's decaying body where it was, they adjourned to the ocean where the lady's body remained adrift, waiting for the great currents to suck it down to the lowest depths, where the heat and pressure of the planet's mantle would subsume and destroy the Lady for good, melting her form down over time.

The Forces placed the head with the rest of the body, welding it on with the powers of Fire and Earth and Water combined, and then they urged the currents onward, watching as the body sank down. The Lady did not return to life - nor would she ever, if the molten heat at the bottom of the ocean vents had anything to say about it.

Good riddance, as far as the Forces were concerned: the Lady's virility had been every bit as much an excess of breeding and overgrowth as the Dark One's had been an excess of locust-like consumption. The planet needed a chance to lay fallow, a chance to rejuvenate. A chance to rest. It needed a true afterglow.

The Lady's body sank down toward its destination, and with that accomplished, the massive, melded elemental began to dissipate, with the planet finally satisfied that all would be well. Like the planet itself, the Forces rested, their minds fading back into mechanical thoughts of gusty wind, crackling flames, solid earth, and pure, flowing water.

* * *

The Dark One's offspring remained in many places, but would all eat each other out of hunger soon enough. None of them could last too long anyway without their master. Some would attack the world's remaining people in their desperation, and those who overcame the demons would become heroes and tribes of legend.

Centuries later, when people returned to this particular land and saw the bones that still remained, their storytellers would spin tales of how the great demon king fought against the forces of life and of goodness, and lost - and how his bones became the calcium mountains that now rise on "this very spot," and press down into the earth below.

Their stories would not be true, but would always carry a hint of the truth, for there was no one still living that the Dark One's defeat did not ultimately affect... and of those few people, a great many were thankful to be freed of his terror.

Story (C) 2013 dolphinsanity and was anonymously commissioned.