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[NSFW/+18!] Imelda and her Queen (or The King of America)

A pile of men laid on the floor, making it very hard for Imelda to reach the inner quarters of her queen’s palace. «For fuck’s sake,» she sighed, jumping over the massive bodies with great difficulty. «Even for her, this is quite overdoing it.»

It was a sight she had gotten used to, though. The most beautiful, hard, muscular males were all gathered in those long halls, their naked and ripped bodies spread out on the floor, ready for the taking from any daring Amazonian who wished a good cock inside of her, yet the mighty woman barely paid them any, jumping over them and zigzagging between the mounds of their piled-up bodies while trying to not get lost in that massive castle. The rainforest added heat to an already heated place, and at times she felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving, cooking in a most unpleasant way.

The males were shivering. She spent some time stopping by some of them and gawking at their amazing, divinely sculpted physiques. It was not arousal, but rather admiration: while most women spent their entire lives without fucking a male at least 10% as attractive as the least attractive of the men in that castle, her Queen was able to consume those not by the dozens, not by the hundreds, but literally by the thousands every day. At points she even doubted there were so many of these men in the world, like such overwhelming amount of beauty was just a physical impossibility. «I guess the top 1% of males really is that hot!» She put her foot on the ripped, swollen abs of one of those studs, making him quiver with even greater pain than he already was under. «Damn, my Queen. Leave some meat for some of us less developed goddesses.»

On her calve, she felt a tiny hand fumbling her. Well, it wasn’t a small hand; behind her, she saw, was a 230-pound fitness model who commanded millions of dollars in paychecks every years thanks to his smoldering Latino-look and his Heaven-sculpted physique. His biceps were bulging as he moved so painfully on the ground, trying to get a piece of that woman. “I…” His voice, dark and deep as the depths of the deepest oceans, struck the goddess with some kind of fire; even with all her sexual abundance, those males were a temptation hard enough to resist. “I… Im… Imelda.” The gorgeous male squeezed her tight, but in that muscle he met nothing but the utmost resistance. “F-fuck…” His penis twitched and hardened. “It’s like… iron.”

The power-woman turned around and kicked him under his abs, right above his crotch. The male contorted and cried before she kicked him one more time, literally throwing him away like nothing. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll rip your cock clean with my teeth and eat it in front of you.” She wasn’t joking; her face was fire and fury; no one would ever dare cross that woman. “Any of you.” She turned around, challenging the literal piles of uber-muscular fitness gods to a fight. “Feeling strong and haughty? Then come at me and test my muscles.” The goddess flexed, feeling the power surge within her veins; her muscles barely rigid at all, yet already harder than any of the muscles of those super studs around her. “I’m not in the mood for used, fucked up flesh today. A goddess such as myself deserves nothing but the freshest meat.” She licked her fat, dark, wide lips and smacked them, making a pop rumble throughout the halls. “The meat our Queen is having.” In the distance, very faintly, she could hear the moans and gasps of the dozens of men still strong enough to take on her royal; there was a long walk until she got there, and the Queen—judging by the lack of her own roars—was barely having any effort taming those haughty males in her abode.

“You.” She leaned down to a man and grabbed him by the balls. The daunting penis of the man flopped in and around her arm, its tip reaching halfway to her elbow. She cared not for the impressiveness of that dick, which was so fat she could barely hold it until her finger met around its girth, and measured a daunting eight inches while completely, absolutely, outrageously soft. “Up, up!” Without a care in the world, she pulled the beast up, bringing over three hundred pounds of muscle into the air by the waist while the man squealed and cried like a pig. “Get all these dudes out.” She kicked him, and the man’s ass, spanked by her mighty foot, crumbled and collapsed as if its muscle was made of clay. “Come on, pig!” She kicked him again, time and time and time again, and one final time so hard that the body of the man, muscles everywhere, flew many feet away and crashed against a wall, whimpering and crying as a blood dripped from his groins—not blood due to her treatment, though, but the Queen’s many, many hours ago. “I want this place clean off useless flesh. We will be getting your services once more again… soon. For now,” she clapped, and her claps literally made the stained-glass windows crack, “out, all of you! Back to your quarters! Get some rest, regrow your muscles.” The stepped over many puddles of blood, many of the penises drained out of so much cum that their balls had receded into their own crotches and the dicks were forced to ejaculate nothing else but the liquid of their veins. “Fuck, you’ve been specially fucked, I see.”

Some of the men had absolute terror in their eyes. They latched on to the ground like cats about to fall from the trees, even though there was no threat at all to them—well, maybe not entirely; the entire castle was trembling and quaking oh-so-faintly, courtesy of the bloody Queen whose cunt never stopped teaching those males a lesson in virility. “What…?!” Some of these men, with blood dripping from their eyes like tears, looked up to the tall, virile female, and gasped: “what are you?”

Imelda put her foot over his head and crushed it. “I’m god.” She raised her foot and brought it down with fury. CRASH!! The ground underneath the man’s skull cracked, and the rest of the body of that muscular giant squirmed like an insect’s after it had its head crushed by a stone. Uncaring and cold, she raised her foot again, and one more time brought it down. BAAAM!! The cracks sprawled from the small crater, and the man’s skull was drilled about six inches into the marble, his eyes finally shut and his body no longer moving.

Puffing steam through her nostrils and laying her fists on her waist, the goddess made her way through the pile of males, counting the steps until she arrived at her Majesty superb love room. The height of those walls and piles of men were an impressive sight; everywhere she went, there was literally more flesh than stone and, if her Queen ever wanted it, she could easily build a palace solely with the bodies of her fucked up lovers. “Your bodies would be the bricks.” She said out loud, to herself, fearing no shame in being heard. “Your cum would be the cement.”

She looked around those piles of males and counted them just for fun: “two thousand, five hundred and sixty-eight… two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine…” She stopped by a new pile, where at least fifty men must surely have been laying, one atop the other, a huge mess of fuck-drunk, messed-up males looking like they were beaten and trampled upon by a horde of bisons. “One, two, three…” Quickly, pointing at each piece of ass, she counted indeed a total of fifty-eight men in that one singular pile, adding them to her overall score: “with these five hundred and seventy behind me, that’d make the whole sum, mm…” She touched her chin and raised her eyes, thinking for a second. “Alright, that’s two thousand, six hundred and twenty.” She sighed. “And this is barely one third of the castle. Fuck, my other girls must be having hell in counting you all lazy asses.” Walking again, she laid her hand on the mass of beaten males and dragged all the cum in their sweaty bodies on her fingers. The massive loads of cum dripped on the ground, forming a trail along her steps, and the semen formed huge piles on her hand as she fumbled those males. “I’ll have to order at least five thousand of you every day until you recover.” She took her hand off those walls of virile muscle and brought it to her face, smelling deeply the scent of that sweet cum she had in her palm—a whole Evian bottle of warm sperm. “Mm… mm.” She closed her eyes and walked more slowly, feeling all the details and variations of that nice, generous load of testicle juice. “Gotta give it to you: you are some fine pieces of ass. Mm, mm!” She brought the palm to her lips and slowly started to lick the cum and drink it like a cat. “This is some quality nut.” She looked again to the virile broth and saw it was so thick that it barely attached to her tongue; she had to eat it if she wanted it inside of her. “Goddamn you males!” She stopped by some men and gave their hard asses one powerful, assertive slap. “Your cum is specially high quality today!”

Walking like nothing was going on in her mind, she began to eat the cum like a cake. Three big bites was all she needed until the cake was over; she enjoyed the semen for as long as she could, finding special pleasure in bloating her cheeks with that tasty male juice and yawning like dental care, then gargling on the semen before swallowing it and feeling its thick, viscous content descend inch by inch on her throat until it filled her belly so hot and good. “Mm, mm. Oh, god, that’s some good semen!”

The woman sent the semen from one cheek to the other, experiencing the wild range of flavors contained in that heavenly load. She yawned very slowly, activating all her billions of cells in her super sensible palate to evaluate the genetic quality of that semen—down to every individual male that had come in there. “Mm, mm. These are twelve different men. Their loads range from moderate quality to very good quality. Mm, mm. Fine breeders, you are, though not of the finest kind. Your penises range from eight inches to a nice fourteen inches when hard, and your testicles, mm… mm… your testicles can cum from a little cupful to a XL Coke bottle of semen. The thickness and consistency, mm… that’s kinda lacking.” The goddess lifted her head slowly and, without moving a muscle in her throat, let the warm jizz slide into her throat, flowing slowly until it mixed with the big load already in her stomach. “Your semen is still liquid, my studs, which is far beneath the semi-solid mass of a real good cum.” Far from cleaning her lips, she reveled on their smears: she licked her palm, kissed it, sucked it, and then she sucked every single one of her thumbs down to their bases, making sure that not one drop of that filthy broth was left wasted. “Fucking hell, you’re a B-class type of studs, and still you all taste so good.” Her hands freely slapped the hard, massive asses of those muscular stallions, making many shiver and grunt while they simply tried to sleep. “I do not know where my Queen finds so many of you. Ever since we conquered this land, we’ve had over a million of your kind, and still we need more to keep our furnaces well fed.” She laid her palms on her groin, feeling her womb throbbing. “Oh, fuck. I’m horny.” She looked around the place, seeing if any of those wasted man was of stellar fucking material. “Today… I will make babies.”

The males tried to touch her and worship her everywhere she passed. Even with their eyes closed and their ears bleeding, they could literally locate her by the power of her walking; her feet stomped the ground with a strength to make it crack, and the walls rumbled as the windows cracked—some of them literally shattered—all under her mere stroll. Many tried to pull the thin, silky robe she wore over her body, trying to uncover the formidable mountain of muscles that she was. Their faces were met with skull-cracking stomps, and their breaths were almost extinguished under her brief, but terrifying fits of rage. Imelda was much less forgiving than her majesty—a necessity, maybe, for an Alpha female who nonetheless was still not at the very top of the pack; in order to survive even her Queen, she needed to be ruthless, whereas the majesty could afford the grace and the humility only available to the truly safe, the truly secure.

«That bitch. Where is she?» She cracked her knuckles and tried to keep her anger in check. Those piles of men were getting too old already. The length of the walk unnerved her. She wanted to breed now, yet the distance from her breeding ground was really getting to her nerves. «Where is that bitch hat breeds hundreds of studs without even telling me about it?» Her ropes grew apart in her body, revealing more and more of her musculature as she strolled at a faster pace and released steam through her nostrils. Enraged and pumped, the power woman was a force to be reckoned with. «My bitch! My Queen! Where the fuck are you?»

She turned around a few hundred times before she finally arrived at her destination: in the anti-chamber of Her Majesties quarters, a sight of absolute delight. “Hello, studs.” The men who weren’t already standing stood up at once, their combined movement making a rumble that would be scary and terrifying anywhere else—but that, in that place, was barely audible under the ferocious spanking, banging, pounding, screaming, and crying that was going on beyond the portal into the Queen’s bedroom.

Ignoring the sound, which had indeed become so commonplace as to be imperceptible to her, Imelda focused instead on the power beasts around her, and she feared not giving them as generous smile as she approved everything of what she saw. “I see. As always, she has left the finest for last.”

“My lady Imeld-”

BOOM! The room quaked. The fucking and banging going on in the bedroom stopped for a little, for even the Queen herself heard that violent sound, only to a second later resume fucking as if nothing had happened.

The man who had dared to speak was now on his knees, his immensely gigantic body shivering and quivering like a naked lamb on the cold, his massive chest weaving, her breath leaving him, and his mouth finally opening to let out a huge stream of puke. Bloorsh! The puke splashed on the lady’s ropes, giving her no anger at all. With one foot, she stomped the monster’s skull, and his face was sent banging against his own puddle of vomit so hard it cracked the ground beneath it.

Imelda looked around. The massive, beautiful males were shivering. No word was exchanged, no look other than hers, for even the tallest men began to lower their heads and avoid their gaze—all but maybe two or three of them. «The bulls,» she thought, smiling wider as she left the beaten man behind. That guy who’s just puked was a 7ft3in-tall, 450-pound muscle behemoth whom, prior to be called into the Queen’s harem, used to fight crazed beasts in the wild, protecting villages for a price, and who had infamously wrestled a bull into the ground in under than seconds and snapped his neck like a toothpick, and now he was there, on the ground, quivering and almost crying after a single punch of Her Majesty’s confidant.

The great lady walked calmly and lazily by every man, stopping by every once and then so she could feel their muscles and fumble their genitalia. She said no word; there were only motions: the woman stopped by a stud who was a whole foot taller than her—a 7ft9in tall beast of a man—and whose over-muscular frame absolutely dwarfed hers, when he was the one who shivered and cowered, turning around obediently as the lady rolled him by the hips. “Amazing musculature.” She laid her lips on his right flank and started to eat it, to consume it, licking and coating it with her saliva as her hands fumbled both his gigantic, plentiful abdominal muscles, and his lower back. “Come here, stud.” She turned the guy around aggressively, pushing him against the wall and making the entire chamber quake again, with the guy panting as she pressed her hips against his massive, round hard ass, and them giggling her hips on the crack between his glutes almost as if she had a penis, feeling her own vulva finally moisten and swell and give her the beginnings of a splendorous pleasure. “Ooh, yeah. Yeah, baby, baby good!” The turned the guy around again, laying her left hand on his abs and pressing him against the wall. “What a good horse you are.” He raised her right hand to the man’s face. Another thing there was rising, but she paid it no attention—yet. She grabbed the man’s cheeks and turned his head from side to side, seeing his heavenly face in all its splendorous, young, beautiful glory, and realized that the massive stud—a beast who weighed over 500 pounds with under 5% body fat—was merely a 19-year-old youngling. “You’re are nice breeding slave. Oh, god, look at these.” She put her fingers into his lips and forced them open, and the men began to pant quickly, almost as if dying inside. “Oh, what good teeth.” She turned the man’s face and kept prying his lips open, evaluating his perfect white, shiny teeth. “Protruding canines, almost like a wolf.” She let him go, stepping back to see him in his full glory. “How much cum are you able to produce, slave?”

The man weaved. His eyes were moist, almost tearing up. He looked to the other men, who looked at him to give him confidence, reassuring him that the dark lady wouldn’t do anything too aggressive if he was wise. Gulping painfully, the beast spoke in tone deeper than the Mariana trenches: “my lady…”

“Drop the niceties.” He looked sternly up to him. “No ‘my lady’ bullshit. Just tell it as it is.”

The beast crossed his superb, massive arms under his back, trying to hide his shivering and his nervousness. “Mm, my… uh…” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “A barrel.” Imelda lifted one eyebrow. “I can ejaculate a barrel of hot seed.” He looked down to her master and made a very, very foolish move: “you would like to…?”

A hand. Just a raised hand. One raised hand and that’s all that was needed for the giant to shut the fuck up and the entire room to fall into stillness—thought not “silence.” In the bedroom beyond the large, golden door, indescribable horrors were unfolding, with the final men of the Queen screaming for mercy as she consumed them like they would never be consumed before. Imelda tried to not pay attention at those sounds, knowing full well they reflected a power that she would never truly, truly have.

The woman—the goddess—heard many stretching noises on the room, and her smile became more malicious, if not more loving. “You boys enjoying yourself to my body?” She stepped further back, turning from side to side slightly, taking the lighting of the room into account so that the men could see the absurd profile of her outrageously muscular and curvy body from under her robes. “I will rip and devour the penis of any man who’s fully heard.” She closed her eyes and pointed forward. “Except this guy.” She opened one eye and looked at him. “He’s the only stud who’s allowed to be hard during my presence. Every other male will be emasculated if you disappear. This is no place for horny teenagers, after all.” She ran her hands down along her sexy profile, highlighting the ridiculously muscular, thick, sensual figure of her titanic body. “Alright, my studs. Don’t disappoint me, will you? I really don’t want any blood today. Alright. Three… two…” She waited a little longer. “One…”

She turned around and opened her eyes. About twenty-eight men were in that room, and around her she saw twenty-seven semi-hardened cocks. A few of them—the Bulls—were actually fully (or almost fully) soft, with only four or five men coming really close to me outstanding hard. “Oh, my, my.” Her smile now became beaming, for she approved a great deal of what she witnessed.

The biggest cocks known to mankind were there, in that room, and the offering for the night was surely one of the finest the Queen had ever assembled. Imelda feared not in displaying her raging arousal, spreading her legs up, like a cowgirl amount to mount her horse, and letting the strands of umidity flow down her uber-muscular thighs into tiny puddles around her feet. In front and around of her she counted twenty-seven outstandingly massive penises even when “just” semi hard, with the hardest ones belonging to the weakest males, and the softest ones to the finest of the finest meats of the Queen. “I’m impressed with you Bulls.” She looked at the three males who remained mostly soft; only one, however, dared to look her in the eye. “Leonardo, aren’t you?” She spoke to that one male, and the place rumbled as he reflexively (daringly?) flexed his muscles. “Oh, my. Aren’t you one gigantic beast.”

The stud, while soft, was already the biggest member in the room: between his legs dangled an appendix of such impressive, monstrous proportions, that even the other males kept their distance from him, already respectful of the monster’s obvious status as Absolute Alpha of the group. The monster raised his chin and dared to face the lady as a superior, not as a mere servant, and the noble picked up on his challenge, laying her fists on her hips and throwing him a scorching one-sided smirk. “Arrogant horse. Before you even get the chance of gazing upon our mighty regent, I will destroy you.” She turned her back from him slowly, yet already she could hear the beast gulping, his nervousness beginning to show through his hastened, pacing breath. “Your eighteen-inch-long soft penis mighty be already as thick as an arm, and you may have fucked over 15,000 women before you were ever recruited; and I figure that your fecundity is, indeed, hella impressive, with every single one of your women becoming knocked-up even when you used industrial-scale condoms, and even when they were on the pill (and even both together!), and that you have bred them with an average of two children each, resulting in an offspring that is literally 30-33 thousand strong… however!” Powerfully, she flexed her chest, her arms, and her shoulders, and all the males there either gulped or shivered upon seeing the massive expansion of her muscles, so fucking strong that even her lose robes threatened to be ripped by them somehow. “You will realize that all the world you thought was your own out there… all the planet you thought you ruled over, because you are such a massive, powerful stallion…” She giggled. “All that world was a mere training ground to this castle. To us! Your Queen and your regent.” She stepped back towards her eighteen-year-old muscle giant, whose massive cock rose past his bellybutton; nothing less than an outstanding 24-inch pillar of manhood. “Let me get warmed up for you first.”

The poor stud was trembling. As the hands of the woman touched his penis, a massive broth of precum spurted out of his immense urethra, bubbling up in a gooey, steamy mess that immediately filled her fingers and covered the entire gigantic surface of his monstrosity of a cock. Instead of being annoyed, the woman cooed, looking up with great pleasure and approval to her beloved stallion. “Such a young horse already producing so much of this virile juice.” She smacked her lips, stretching her jaw slowly and sensuously. “I know you’re young, and I know you barely fucked, like, 200 women before coming here. It’s natural, my stud, but I must urge you to contain yourself.” If the cock of the stallion was impressive, his balls were even more so. Despite having a 24-inch hard cock, his manhood actually looked disproportionally small compared to the testicles that powered that beast: dangling as low as his knees, his milkmakers were literally as gigantic as American footballs, managing to outflank even the mighty Bull whose cock remained the softest of all cocks in that chamber.

It was precisely those two superb seed-making machines that Imelda slapped like a dominatrix, and it was precisely those slaps that made the stud cry and almost collapse on his knees before the goddess. Imelda put one hand on his gigantic abdominals and pushed him back, literally cracking the wall behind him this time. “You can cry. It’s okay. I know I’m too much a woman for you.” She cast a sly look behind her, seeing if all man were still soft. “Remember: a penis goes hard, a penis gets chopped.” The belly of the giantess literally roared, and the chamber was filled by the sound of a feline hunger. “I’m serious. One of out favorite punishments, as you might know, for the very worst offenders of this land—the rapists, the serial murderers, the worst of corrupts, and all that manly vermin of the Earth!—is to take off their pants, bite off their cocks raw, and then… oh!” Her pussy grew more swollen and harder. She was lubricating like crazy, but that was still barely even the beginning of the beginning. “We eat those cocks raw if they are appetizing enough. If a criminal is more hung than eight inches, we fucking dine on his genitalia. Normal minds can barely comprehend the pleasure that is to bite the cock of an odious man and feel the semen squirting out of his balls just as we chew on them.” She turned around just a bit, caressing the massive cock of the youngster with one hand; not jerking him, but mostly just grazing him, making him even more afraid and nervous than if she was actually pumping his dick for raw seed. “It’s just like fruits, honestly: biting a testicle of a well-endowed male, you see… the real good part…” She licked her lips and shivered, the waves of pleasure taking over. “The fattest part of the testicle… damn!” Her eyes rolled. “If you do it right, you now, the juices squirt out into the walls, even the ceiling. Oh, god, it’s good to eat the genitals of a male whose done nothing but harm to society, and so I’ll eat yours too, indeed, if you dare disobey me.” She turned around quickly, as if to catch some man on a weak spot, or as if to answer a question nobody actually made: “‘But what crime have we commited?’ You might wonder. Well, no crime. It’s just that we can do whatever we please, so, if you’re feeling daring…” She chuckled. “Try me. Test my patience. It sure has been a long time since my stomach has had actual cock for dinner, not just the juice.” Out of nowhere, then, the beast woman gripped the cock of her stud by the crown, and the poor male just moaned and groaned while his hips twerked like a woman’s and his massive ass literally cracked the walls further with those movements. “If you can’t resist what I’m going to do to this stud, close your eyes and shut your ears, because… yes, I admit: the arousal of my body subduing a big beast like this wonderful horse here…” Her other hand caressed the superb pecs of that ultra-massive breeder. “It is one hell of an arousing sight. Now…” She turned her face again to her male, who was sobbing under her touch. “Oooh, baby. Mommy’s hurting you like this, mm? Like… this?”

With her hand on his cock, she performed a twisting motion which immediately brought the giant to his knees. The goddess grabbed the giant by his neck and pushed him aggressively against the wall, crushing the stone and making parts of the wall fall on into the ground. “I love younglings like you. The feeling of mastery and domination is just something we cannot get from any of these other studs. Now, my darling…” Pumping his crown, she felt the jets of precum hitting her bosom and absolutely drenching her robes. “Fear not. I’m not gonna fuck your for real.” She licked her lips. “You are too young for that. You… are meant to feed me cum.” Opening her mouth, she lined up her lips on the steamy, boiling urethra of the teenage stallion. “Now, darling boy… cum.”

A single motion. One simple, lonely squeeze, and that was all it took for the “inexperienced” stallion to cum harder than a herd of horses. The room was filled by the liquid sound of thick, hot seed travelling through the breeding cannon of that prized stallion. Before the woman even performed the action, the males were already apprehensive, trying their best to contain their raging arousals. Once she did it, though… they almost lost it! «Focus!» They thought to themselves, closing their eyes and even breathing as little as possible so that not even the smell of that teenager’s supreme cum enticed them to nut on their own.

The woman merely squeezed the underside of the teenager’s massive helmet with her fingers, her gigantic hand forming an O around the penis, and promptly twisted her tight squeeze on the penis, making her fingers vibrate very tenderly at the very end of the movement. The young bull released a deep, growling grunt of earthquake power, and the entire room rumbled as his seed began to flow.

The silky, velvety fat lips of the dominating demigoddess enveloped the exploding cum cannon, and her seal on the prick became something that the young stud had never felt before. With explosive ferocity, but also panicky incontinence, the teenager was shocked to feel all his self-control and will power drained throughout the most painful, embarrassing five seconds of his live: the cum, which at first came out in controlled bursts, slowly gained ferocity and intensity until the young man was not only nutting with his full force, but far-and-wide surpassing any force he had ever cum with before. «DAMN IT!!» His mind panicked. A glimmer of hope, however, beamed within it: «FINE!! WHORE! TAKE IT!» His gigantic, super-massive, super-veiny arms shivered; he wanted to grab that woman’s head and push it down on his cock, yet he didn’t know if he’d end up with both arms still attached to his torso afterwards. In doubt, he merely thrust his hips upward, penetrating that woman’s endless hole with the power of a bona fide human breeding machine. «TAKE ALL MY GUNK!!»

The teenager was immediately shocked and flabbergasted by the… incredible… indescribable, really… the goddamn divine seal of the woman’s lips on his cock, which no woman had ever managed to blow at all. You see, that stallion’s cock was literally horse-sized. No, cut that: horses have, on average, sixteen to eighteen inches of a fully rigid penis, whereas that young man displayed a full twenty-four inches of manhood—a two-foot-long cock! His girth was similar to that of the flexed biceps of a world champion bodybuilder, making his supreme genitalia not only long, but massively, inhumanly fat.

It was exactly that beastly, demonic genital that the woman ate up like it was nothing. With the squeeze of her mouth on his prick, the young man literally blanked out for two seconds, and if not for the woman’s one hand against his abs, he would have collapsed on his knees with a generalized failure on his leg muscles.

The game was on.

Liquid burst after liquid gunk resonated on the room. The trhoats of the men were shivering, their apples moving up and down, just like their cocks, the discomfort and the pain of that young man’s torture striking their nerves on a very personal, intimate level. As the teenager regained his consciousness and returned to grunting and moaning, the males all closed their eyes and shut their ears, trying their best to resist the famed emasculation of those stallion-like giantesses.

«What delicious, savory cum.» The woman tasted the seed, and it was wonderful. It wasn’t just the consistency that struck her cunt with pleasant, agreeable sensations, but the sheer volume of it. Looking up to her quivering, spasming male, she smiled, not letting a single drop of his cannon loads even drip through her lips.

She was eating as much cum as a hundred horses unloading their seeds straight in her mouth—with a difference: whereas a horse can cum for only as long as fifteen seconds, that guy just… kept going. And going. And then going some more. With loads as fat and thick as a human arm, the goddess relaxed her throat muscles completely, making sure that the massive train of jizz had uninterrupted passage straight into her belly, where it splashed with the most phenomenal sound ever heard by those men: *splooorsh!!*

“B-by G-god…” One man covered his mouth and shut his eyes. If the goddess had heard him, she would punish him later. That torrent of jizz was far too good, far too holy for a massive woman like her to deny, and she would drain that stud’s super balls down to their latest drop of seed, to the point that he would need weeks to ever nut a single load again.

As the seconds rolled on, the sound of the man’s spurting became more aggressive, downright scary. Bigger and badder-looking studs turned their ears to the young, spasming male, wondering how the fuck could a cub so young nut such legendary loads of man juice. Without any extra effort, indeed, most of the penises in the room began to go down, down, down, for the feeling of being surpassed by a pesky teenager was the cherry on top of the cake of humiliation those men had continuously been forced to ear since their recruitment by the merciless Queen.

It’s not that the load was massive; it’s not that his balls were powerful, heavy, and lively; it’s just that it kept going for so! Fucking! Long! «Jesus!» The biggest, baddest male of the group—Leonardo!—was the only one to face the scene with his eyes opened, and even he, atop of his pedestal of uber-masculinity, could barely resist getting his cock semi-hard and shutting his eyes from time to time so that it didn’t sprout fully hard against his abs. The other men who got a glimpse of his manhood, oh… their penises went fully soft on the spot. It was already humiliating enough to have an eighteen-year-old with balls literally as big as American footballs and a cock longer than an average arm, but to see that this man wasn’t even the biggest, the baddest, the manliest of them… fuck! That was just too much to take! As the men looked at Leonardo, they wondered “fuck! How the fuck can a monster like that exist?!” As Leonardo looked at the teenager, he wondered “fuck! How the fuck a monster like that…?!”

He wasn’t referring to the man, however, but the woman. *Glurk! Glurb! Glunk!!* The sounds of her swallowing became the most terrifying thing in the room. The cum machine that was the man’s penis was muffled by her ferocious gulping, and then a new stage of that terrifying blowjob began—one that would see the teenager be completely destroyed, down to his very spiritual well-being: readying her muscles, the goddess shut her eyes and prepared herself. «Very well, stallion. I see you can literally cum a barrel.» Her belly was somewhat bloated by the tanks of cum she had swallowed, but it wasn’t nearly as big as it should have looked considering the terrifying amount that actually left that prick. In fact, seeing her like that, one would wonder where the hell was all that cum going to!

The goddess had her tricks, and the teenager’s body wasn’t actually a true breeding machine he himself was led to believe it was. Hers was. The woman’s. The giantess’ body. She was the true breeding machine, and she was now going to show that gigantic teenager… what a real woman was made of.

Her right hand left the stallion’s abs. His whole body began to shiver and contort, his muscles flexing and bulging as the wall behind him cracked and crumbled, and huge rocks fell from it on the the ground, the cracks spreading through the walls, along the floor, and the poor young man beginning to quiver like a girl, his moans growing higher-pitched—still masculine, but betraying a femininity that would completely overtake him. “Aaahee… aah… ooh…” The god crushed the walls with his hands, trying his best to not push that woman’s head to the very base of his balls. “Aaaheee!!!” His moan got really feminine. The woman knew it was time.

Her arms were crossed behind her back, and the outrageous form and hardness of her ass became really apparent as she bent over a little and ate a few more inches of that dick. Ten inches of monster cock were penetrating her, the loads being shot unforgivingly inside her throat. As the gigantic testicles of the stud rose higher and higher, their pumps sounding like Buddhist gongs echoing through the Himalayas, the beast-woman chuckled for herself, ready to utterly annihilate that man’s masculinity. «Try not to fall down, okay? Oh, you will fall. Just… try to last a little longer than the last teenager I fucked, alright?» She looked up to her male, who in turn had his face spasming like an epileptic, his eyes rolling to every direction, his lids twitching and his cheeks shivering like a terrible computer glitch, his face looking like a really badly-animated character model going haywire on an old computer. The goddess slowly placed her right hand on his monstrous shaft, which was so ungodly thick that an average woman’s fingers would never be able to encircle it fully—an average woman, that is. «Look how he trembles.» There mere touching of her fingers around the massive breeding pole caused the monster to spurt and ejaculate fatter, louder streams into her mouth. «You’ve never met a woman who could hold your breeding stick fully, have you?» Barely applying any pressure to the dick, the goddess just slurped and gulped on it… until it was finally time… to kill her fucking prey.

The monster began undoing himself before she did anything. The feeling of her two hands on his ejaculating fuck-stick was already… something… so utterly pleasurable, yet so deeply terrifying that he felt it as coming straight from hell itself. That woman…!! That ungodly, hellish beast…!! Was it true, everything everyone told him about her. «C-can she literally kill a man… by giving him a blowjob?»

One second later, he figured it out: the room trembled with the burst of a sound wave so powerful its walls cracked and all the men—literally all the males, Leonardo included—hugged the walls or covered their cocks to protect themselves from that unseen threat. They felt it in their own loins, so much so that the promise of keeping their member soft was broken almost completely: out of those twenty-seven massive stallion, only Leonardo and five others managed to not grow their dicks into full hardness. All other men, with their hearts now almost exploding through their breasts, were losing their breath and their damned minds under the terror of being touched by that woman’s spirit—a jerk-off, you see, so bloody powerful that they literally felt it in their own massive dicks! «Did she… d-did she just touch me right now?»

One of the men—the weakest, meekest of the stallion—went a degree further and straight-out ejaculated in the room. The other men were shocked upon seeing his massive, messy jet just burst forth from his steamy urethra and give that room a shower like never seen before. Walls, curtains, and MOBILIA were all rained by the stud’s superb ejaculation, which was like a very potent hose turned on from his balls. “Oooorh!!!” The poor male rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground, turning his hose of cum to the marble and cumming a literal pool around himself. His pain was felt within the breasts of all poor men who heard his cry; even Leonardo, who was such a stud he was almost divine, a demigod amongst children, had to gulp and look away as the beast came uncontrollably in the middle of the room, the pool of cum now reaching up to three feet of diameter around him. «Pathetic,» he thought, although he felt he was not so above that poor comrade as he would like to believe.

The goddess ignored all that. She was just too focused on killing that one teenager with orgasms before she could rip her other victims apart with the power of her muscles. What she had done, indeed, was solely focused on that one man’s pleasure, yet the power of her tactic, going far away and beyond anything any human could even think of, struck the entire room with nothing short of a stellar, reality-bending type of energy.

The teenager’s strength was drained from his legs. For a split second, indeed, before it was all gone, he felt his guts, his stomach, his liver, and all his lower organs moving towards his prick, and then sort of liquefying and being squirted out through his urethra along with his cum—or rather, sucked out brutally by the now-ferocious throat muscles of the inhuman goddess. A split second later, his sight literally blanked out—and it did not return. “Goh-!!” As he opened his mouth, he felt his voice dying, and then his hearing disappeared along with it, with only his sense of balance, smell, and space awareness remaining, enough for him to feel his knees hitting the ground and forming two massive crater around them.

His entire body froze up, and then began to grow. The other man, covering their mouths, saw the teenager gain even more volume and mass, to the point that the ground kept cracking and sinking even though there was no other movement at all from the ground man. The veins in his body, which were already insane in their number and shreddeness, now sprawled and multiplied like living snakes. Leonardo himself raised one eyebrow and nodded respectfully to the young man’s physique, recognizing in him the genes of nothing less than an absolutely superb male specimen. «This bull, with a little training, will literally become the top breeder of the universe.» His muscles roared, almost in response to a challenger. «Curse you. If she doesn’t kill him, I guess I’ve met my worthiest rival yet.»

The young stud kept growing as the goddess kept doing whatever she was doing to his prick. What was astounding was that, following that one, single movement she performed, the goddess now remained as immobile as the youngling, her muscles perfectly controlled, her body still the same frame as before, only her throat and belly moving as she ate up insane amounts of gunk from that super boy’s testicles.

Speaking of testicles… holy molly, the beasts were huge! They were already the size of American footballs before, but now, resting on the ground, the giant seed makers were so enormously bloated and hyper active that they seemed… to be getting!… even bigger?! «What??» All men—Leonardo included—couldn’t resist looking at the teenager’s testicle and feeling a little inadequate, wondering how a single man could sport a pair now as voluminous as two basketballs. It wasn’t even the volume which called for their curiosity and shock, but their outrageous, inhumane mass! The balls were so visibly solid and heavy that the ground was literally cracking underneath them, the cracks growing wider and longer at every throb of the mighty orbs.

The beast stud kept his mouth opened, with his eyes almost popping out of his skull, but now sound came from his breast. He was voiceless, and everywhere around him he just saw perfect darkness. It was only the beginning of his utmost suffering. «W-what… what is that…?!» What was that he was even feeling, he began to wonder, but even his mind seemed physically shaken and stirred inside his brain; unbeknownst to him, yeah, his woman was masturbating him down on a molecular level.

«I want you to get a taste, young man, of what I and my Queen have dubbed… quantic blowjob.» Imelda kept performing her masterpiece on the guy’s dick—an act of such outrageous power that it really cannot be describe here, in these quick, unworthy sentences. «Your body is now changing on a subatomic level. If I so want to, I can literally crack your bones and bleed out your organs without lifting a finger.» She squeezed both of her wrists crossed under her back, making sure to emphasize that whatever she was going to do to the young man, she was going to it with her mouth and tongue alone. «Now feel, my young stud… your sexual, physical, mental, and ultimately physical… annihilation.» The young stud began to feel a fire of demonic vermin consume him from his loins and upwards, an orgasms of such tremendous power he literally felt like burning from inside out.

«W-what…?!! What…??!» His mind, when it thought of anything, could never go beyond this simple, single word. Slowly, but quite visibly, steam began to burst through his very power, and the massive super stud, with his muscles now reaching their fullest size, realized that his blood was literally boiling.

What Imelda was doing now was nothing but the most basic thing a woman was expected to do in a blowjob: to suck and, well, actually blow. Her throat muscles were moving. Her lungs were sucking air. Simply put, the woman had started to actually blow that stallion away, yet the power of her blowing, as well as the complexity of her muscular movements, went far beyond what should even be physically possible. That was the blowing not of a human, or even of a superpowered earthly creature; that was the blowing of a goddess—and the woman was really, sincerely just getting started!

Her most aggressive movement—the one that threw all the men off guard—was to simply repeat her first squeezing-and-twisting of the cock, but now with both hands. Granted, she had used all ten fingers of her hands, which later she would admit to have been “a bit of an overkill,” but the act itself was just that: one hand squeezing and twisting the cock just under its crown to the left, and the other doing the same on its middle to the right, both hands twisting in opposite direction while the fingers vibrated at the very end of the motion.

To the young stallion, though, that thing was a revelation. Just as his knees were buckling and his sight was disappeared, he saw very clearly a shiny beacon on his hips, illuminated like a golden statue of his massive genitalia, with all the veins in his body sprawling from it and highlighted by a very blazing, scorching red. «By… God…!!!» Were his only thoughts before his sight (and his sanity) kissed him bye-bye and he began to collapse into the ground.

The goddess did no other motion on his cock after that one. None whatsoever. Her hands were not only still, but completely lose, grazing only the very tip of the cock’s skin, as if to remind the man that “yes, my darling, mommy’s still in charge of your penis.” Aside from that, her body was pure stiffness; not a muscle in her moved, at least when seen from afar; not one fiber in her changed, which spoke volumes about the goddess’s inhuman level of self-control. She was a woman who could literally control every single cell of his body and command it to her will, and she was using this monstrous, demonic power to now torture her youngster into both sexual bliss and insanity.

Here’s the deal: the goddess didn’t move on her exterior, but her interior muscles… oh! They were not only massaging or sucking that cock; they were ripping it! The young man shouted and roared within his mind, his soul now becoming a pure cacophony of orgasmic sounds, as he felt his hips being pulled up from the ground and his mastodontic prick being sucked deeper and deeper into the throat of that super woman—and what a fucking throat she fucking had!

“Gasp…!!! Gah…!!” His mouth occasionally produced some exasperate sounds, but that was most that it could make. Everything else was stiffness, stillness, and pain, with his super muscles shivering and trembling as if he was about to be literally implode. “Garh… gorh…!!!” Saliva began to drool from his lips, and his tongue slowly rolled out along with it. The other men were gradually more shocked upon seeing the many inches of that man’s kisser, almost as if a pink, snakeish salamander was leaving his throat. «Holy fuck!» They surely thought. «That ain’t a tongue! That’s a fucking anaconda!»

The stud’s tongue, dripping steamy saliva all the way, rolled down to the man’s pecs, and then further down into his upper abdominal muscles. Overall, twenty-six inches of tongue now laid exposed and resting on his torso, with so much saliva bursting from the stallion’s mouth that, in a few second, his entire torso was shining under the bath he was giving himself. His saliva formed a big puddle around his gigantic ass, with his thighs having swollen to literally the girth of a Greek column.

His hips kept being pulled, time and time again, by the gradual and unceasing sucking of that goddess’ innards. Within herself, pressing back against her muscles just as hard as they pressed against it, the woman felt the full hardness of that penis, the absolute girth and monstrous length of it all conquering her, dominating her, penetrating her almost as if she was the passive one in the relationship. As the massive, fist-sized helmet of the super prick burst through the entrance of her stomach, she rolled up her eyes and shivered. Finally, finally! The goddess was experiencing her first real orgasms.

«Yes! Yes!! Yes!!» Her hips twerked. Her gigantic, mega hard muscular bosom danced, and the penises of the men grew insanely harder upon witnessing the jiggles of that super monstrous ass—the two most perfect, most divine butt cheeks that had ever laid their eyes upon. «Now this is a fucking cock!!» The goddess raised her ass and squirted on the ground. The men could see her juices just splashing against the rock like a fucking hose. They weren’t the only splashes she had in store: as the minutes rolled, more splashes followed. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Some of the men stepped back and averted their gazes, shocked to see a woman cumming as if she had a strong hose embedded deep within her cunt.

Little did they know that the beast was only warming up her cunt, those splashes being barely enough to be considered a proper squirt for her. «This stallion is a fine quality breeder with the potential, indeed, of becoming one of the strongest, sturdiest males in all the planet. Still,» she looked up to the man, who was sort of dead, but still sort of alive, his muscles being an absurdity in size and bulk and rigidity, «that’s still only that: potential. This youngling has a long way to go before he deserves to truly dominate my steely womb!»

Still, the goddess couldn’t help but to be caught up off guard by sudden and unexpected bursts of pleasure, like one which saw her vulva spread out much wider and her womb blast her vagina with such a maddening volume of loads that the goddess literally had to pin up her hips like a bitch and hose her squirts like a fucking machine: *blooorsh!!!* Her juices literally washed over the body of that one collapsed dude, whose ejaculations had been so strong they formed a puddle five feet wide and three inches thick of pure cum around him. Her squirt managed to beat his spunk in volume, thickness, and heat in a mere five seconds. Flabbergasted, the other males felt their jaws drop as they saw that single woman literally flood the place with her sexual juices, making all of their feet know the insane heat of her nectar as it blasted off stronger and stronger from her cunt.

The pleasure eventually subsided and the goddess, always with her hands crossed under her back, returned to sucking and pumping and outright ripping the dick out of her stud’s hips with her throat alone. Knowing she had reached a limit at that position, she moved her legs and jiggled her butt, almost like a cat about to strike. «Calm down now, now, now.» She told the guy, but only in her thoughts. «Mommy’s gonna be… little rougher now.»

She spread out her legs, like a crab, and stomped the ground with her feet. *BOOM!!!* The entire room shook while about a third of its windows and glasses exploded—not only shattered; fucking exploded!—with the shockwave of her stomp. Massive cracks sprawled to every inch of the place, and the entire surface of the room, on any direction one looked at, now appeared to be covered by dark spider webs, the scale of the destruction only increasing as the goddess applied force to her feet and slowly, oh-so-very slowly, began to squat up from her position.

The hips of the super stallion were brought up from the ground, with pieces of rock falling from his gigantic, oversized, mega ripped glutes. The goddess loved the extra effort his gigantic, titanium-hard mega testicles forced her to put into the lift; she rarely felt her horse-sized legs to get so much exercise when fucking a dude, and the fact that she was experiencing such tremendous effort from none less than an eighteen-year-old was beyond fascinating; it was truly fucking arousing. «God, I feel like a little girls again! Fuck!» She gargled. She literally gargled a little! «This stud is so big, so powerful, so heavy that I… I…!!» She turned her eyes to the sides, seeing her feet sinking on the ground, the cracks growing insanely, the entire place rumbling as if it was about to collapse. «I’m on cloud fucking nine!!» Her pussy honored the male with potent jets straight to the ground, blasting it with such force that, yep, they managed to crack the floor a little. «Alright, little darling. Time to come up with mommy!» Tired of those cheeky plays, however, the goddess returned to sucking him in earnest.

Her gigantic thighs, seeing only in a silhouette beneath her robes, boomed, bustled, and exploded. *Boom!!* Her muscular power, when rising, created shockwaves that whiplashed the men’s massive torsos, chiseled pecs, and impeccable physiques. *Boom, boom, blaam!!* That was beyond power; that was insanity; and all their cocks—except for, maybe, Leonardo’s—were not hurting them on their torsos as they pressed against their abs and throbbed while becoming harder than they’d ever been—harder than iron, harder than fucking steel! «C-control yourself, Leo.» The gigantic mega Alpha of the room felt his breath out of pace, with beads of cold sweat finally forming atop his forehead. «P-please. No. You c-cant… t-this c-can’t…» The mega stud finally moved, cleaning the nervous sweat our of his forehead. «T-this c-cannot be possible»

The entire body of the Amazon grew as she lifted that stud from the ground. The balls of the teenager, a truly impressive sight, remained firmly on the ground, sinking even lower as their weight somehow just seemed to grow, but the goddess’ ascension was unstoppable as she squatted up with graceful ease, all the weight and power and sheer hardness of that stallion barely enough to make her even stop for a second and regather strength. She just kept rising and rising, and the stud kept cumming and cumming, with his sack being stretched and pulled from the ground as his hips literally stood many feet above it. The goddess uncrossed her arms from under her back and placed her palms on the giant’s buttocks. Two powerful loads of squirt splashed on the ground, sprinkling on the body’s of all shell-shocked men in the room. «Damn, ain’t these glutes a wonder of the universe!» She fumbled those glutes possessively, feeling in them nothing less than pure muscle. «Absolute titanium!» Adjusting her posture a bit, she moved her palms upward on the giant’s bottom, then firmly held him by his upper glutes and his lower back. «Alright, stud. I want your massive, ejaculating donkey deep as deep as my guts. For that, I’ll need to change poses a bit, so… be ready. Three, two, one, and…!!»

The room shook as the goddess effortlessly—really fucking effortlessly!—lifted up the entire body of the stallion of the ground until he was all above her. The head of the stud, completely stiff along with his neck and torso, literally banged against and cracked the wall behind him, leaving a crater of cracked stone behind as the goddess lifted him, then pressed him once again against the wall.

The head of the monster hit the ceiling, then cracked it as the goddess pushed him higher and higher, making sure that his hips were at the exact same level as her face. The woman rolled her arms around his thunderous legs, and the hardness and volume of her muscles became great enough to start tearing through the silk of her ropes.

The men were… dead. Almost. They sure wouldn’t stand that situation for much longer, of course, if things kept getting that much hotter. They just couldn’t believe (or accept) the insane hardness, definition, and size of that woman’s arms. They were “god!” Some of the men muttered, and their knees cracked the ground as their bodies collapsed and their penises began to erupt. “This woman… if fucking god!!”

Bursts boomed in the room. Their penises unloaded. If that first man had an impressive ejaculation, it could hardly even begin to compare with those that followed; the first man had a “mere” ten-inch-long hard cock, whereas those stallions ranged from twelves inches to an astounding twenty inches. The tip of their monster cocks reached way past their bellybuttons, with the most endowed of them cramming his pussy-breaker smack in the middle of his gigantic pectorals. Their balls went from as big as apples to almost as large as grapefruits, and their weighs were impressive enough to make audible “booms” every time these testicles contracted and sent another massive load of jizz flying through their cocks.

As they ejaculated, not an inch of the ceiling immediately above them went unscathed. The jets spurted with glorious might out of their horse-sized genitalia and, once it splashed, so powerful and loud, into the ceiling, it literally made it rain thick, steamy cum all over the place. Leonardo’s body, along with all other semi-nude stallions in the place, started to get drenched in their rival’s cum. None of them really minded it. Despite the cascading fountain and the squeals and screams of those men who had fallen, they still only had eyes for the impressive dominatrix, whose musculature, they felt, wasn’t even starting to get warmed up.

Their impressions were correct. As the woman embraced her stallion’s gigantic legs, she smiled to herself, feeling his tremendous weight like a plume. «Let’s see… wow. You weight over a literal ton, my stallion!» She looked again to the youngling’s beautiful face, which was nonetheless almost fully buried into the ceiling at that point. «Such a model look, such a baby face, yet such literally equine weight!» She spanked the guy’s legs, pushing him further against the wall until it ceded and caved under the pressure. *BROOOM!!!* A giant crater formed around him, and large pieces of the wall fell immediately after the woman’s push, with her sending his prick to the very depths of his being, eating him up with such gargantuan power that the beast managed one deep, short-lived roar out of his breathless lungs: “ROOOAARR-OOOHHH…!!!” It was an immensely pained, hurtful roar; one that made the men still standing grab their cocks again and squeeze them, trying so hard not to cum.

“Is she…?!” The whispers, at that point, were almost inevitable. They all thought that the woman wouldn’t hear them, of course, given all the cumming and the screaming of the other men now on the floor—they were wrong, of course, but their punishment wouldn’t arrive until the cock-eating lady was done with her little filly. For the moment, then, the shocked men muttered: “is she pregnant?”

It was easy to forget, throughout all that terrifying emasculation, that the teenage stallion was cumming nonstop. Once in a while, the men could hear the powerful sloshes of his cum bursting so mightily from his prick. In fact, he wasn’t just cumming like a stallion, ejaculating like a herd of breeding bulls, but he was indeed fecundating an entire planet—or so he felt—with that amount of seed that his testicles produced. His seedmaking glands rested right beneath the woman’s massive, gigantic, out-of-this-world breasts, and as they throbbed they made a brutal massage on the woman’s abs, allowing the stallion to indeed feel her muscles for once.

«GOD…!!!» His mind, already electrified, died and was reborn more times than anyone could count. His hypersensitive, gigantic testicles throbbed against her abdominals, and in there they felt the most masculine, virile sat of muscles any living creature could flaunt. That woman was a fucking man—of course, in raw muscular power only! It was mind-blowing how she could sport such an impressive, lively, and hot pack in her belly, almost as if all the bodybuilders in the world’s had died and reincarnated into a single, perfected set of abdominals. Her muscles were… «GOD!!!» He cried in his mind, and his jaw-dropped face began “eating” through the marble above him, his face pressed deeper and deeper into the ruined ceiling as the woman performed her demonic destruction of his genital.

His penis had penetrated her throat and her stomach fully. Only a few inches remained outside of the woman’s mouth, and his girth was such that her lips were like an anaconda’s mouth as it swallows an ox whole. It was almost too much cock for that woman—until she giggled and shrugged that girth away, gagging and gargling on the penis just for fun, allowing his overabundant cum to flow almost to the tip of her nostrils before she “inhaled” it back into her throat, the waterfall of cum inside her body being the most amazing experience she had in weeks! «I want to savor this moment, stallion, before I dominate your cock completely.» She looked down to her beautiful bull’s genital in all its remaining glory; its veiny, throbbing, thickening three inches outside her mouth being the symbol of another superman she would destroy and shatter. «You’re too young to experience that, in my opinion: the humiliation of a woman eating up your full genital. Once stallion, now humbled. Like all men, you bet you would never find a woman who come even close to making your penis feel anything even remotely close to that, let alone the full domination by a single female. Sadly, my beautiful teenager… my boy and my son…» She looked up to him again, seeing the tears dripping from his chin, «I will have to destroy you. Rules are rules, and legends are legends: there hasn’t been a man whose ego I haven’t annihilated, and you won’t be any difference.» With her muscles rumbling, she prepared for her final push. «I ask for your forgiveness, my man, for your manhood dies… now!»

The three inches went inside of her, and that was that. For a rare, almost harrowing moment, the room fell into the deadliest of silences, and then everyone felt the semen bubbling up in their own balls as the body of that teenager, like a virile balloon of muscles, grew bigger and heavier and harder, as well as redder, like a scorching piece of iron on the furnace, come the final inches of his prick swallowed by the merciless lady. Two other men fell on their knees, and as the ground cracked their penises exploded, the ceiling and their torsos showered by the unending cum their more impressive balls produced. This time around, the two stallions were big-time fecundators: one had balls literally as massive as pears, and the other, almost the size of the biggest grapefruits. «Pathetic,» the goddess pondered, paying them no more mind as the teenage penis penetrated her guts.

To a lady who measured almost seven feet in height, it was an honor for any cock to reach the entrance of her guts, let alone penetrate it. The stallion, indeed, didn’t go any farther than burying half of his helmet into her guts, but that was already an achievement literally only other six guys ever matched. «This one, when he grows up…» The goddess almost “burped” inside of herself, caught by surprise by the unending loads of that superhuman horse. «Damn it, beautiful! You a’gonna be a prized pussy breaker, huh?» The goddess crammed her head deeper into the cock, burying her face on the stallion’s titanium abdominals, and a few more inches of the god managed to conquer her cocks, spurting the unending loads this time straight into them.

From the outside, it almost looked as if there was no more space for the woman’s belly. She wasn’t fat—oh, not by any stretch of the definition, but she was definitely bloated, like a woman mid-pregnancy, with her belly growing, and then receding at every few seconds of so by the terrifying loads of that stallion inside of her. «My metabolism is kicking today, huh? After all this load, I should have spurted some of it through my nostrils.» The bubbling, boiling semen surely made its way up her nasal cavities from time to time, but she could keep track of it and control it oh-so-casually. «My body roars! My blood boils! Fuck me, this cum is hot, hot, hot!!» Losing a bit of control, the goddess propelled her mare-like legs forward, making her thighs boom and roar like engines of a powerful race car, and then pushing the poor teenager against the wall so hard that… *BOOOOOOOM!!!!*

A whole four feet of the wall—two feet in every direction—collapsed as the crater under the teen’s back deepened by a couple dozens of inches. The massive stallion body was drilled deep into the wall, so much so that the cracks now reached the very foundations of the building, and the entire wing of the castle trembled as the woman power-blew that penis into oblivion.

From the other size of the room, an authoritative voice made sure to keep the situation in control: “by the gods, Imelda!” Everyone in the room—literally everyone: Imelda especially!—seized up and froze in their places, at least only as long as to hear the next couple of words: “you having a hellish amount of fun, I can sense!” One of the man, gasping and moaning, collapsed on the ground, cumming straight on his own face as his forehead banged the ground and his titanic, monstrous 23-inch cock ejaculated a whole bathtub of boiling semen in the room. None of them expected to hear that voice so soon, and none of them even dreamed it could be so… holy! «I-i-is that…?!» All the minds raced into a single checkpoint: «the Queen?»

Imelda stopped sucking. Despite the shivering and the trembling of her stallion, who was now unloading the most epic jizz of his live straight on the woman’s gut, she stopped everything she was doing to turn her gaze at the golden door and wonder, in terror, whether she had gone too far or not.

Her mind was racing. Despite her hating to admit that, there were now two Imeldas battling for control: one being the usual Imelda, haughty and imperial, and the other… the other being… one… who… «fuck!» Even she didn’t want to admit to herself, to accept this nature she worked so damned hard to suppress. «T-the Queen… is she…?!» Ignoring the cum, Imelda gulped, and the young man’s semen as a result flowed even deeper within her intestines. «Is the Queen angry?»

Thankfully, she was not. Quite the opposite: “hey, my love, just try to be, uh, a little less intense, okay, ‘cause your fucking is making cracks even inside this room, and I can’t fuck my own men at any decent strength like this.” She laughed, and then the room was filled with joy and levity. “As much as I hate to admit that… let’s take it easy, okay? This castle is undeniably of shoddy construction, at least in these high floors.” There was something of a sigh, followed by a moan, followed by very masculine, manly grunts—the squeals of the men she had by the dicks and balls. “If we both fuck hard at the same time, we will collapse this entire wing. Just make sure to tone it down a notch, okay? Okay? Fine. You can go back to fucking this stallion.”

The sound and air only gradually returned to the room, like everyone was suddenly waking up from a dream. «W-was that… her?!» The remaining men could barely believe it, but even as their souls burned with passion and adoration for that heavenly voice, their focus was drawn again to the superhuman woman who returned to savagely fuck and blow and rip that stallion’s cock once more; her entire body now turned into a fuck-machine of rage, frustration, and desire. «Why?!» The woman asked, pumping that prick with the power of the gods. «Why does she have to be so… perfect?!» With the brutality of an aggravated lover, she intentionally began to coax the semen out of the stud’s balls with her inner muscles, the entire length of the super cock now pumped and drained from all its seed.

“OOOH…!!!” The beast roared; just as quickly as they burst, his roars quickly died out: “OOOH-OOOH-OOOOH…!!!!” Imelda felt his semen stretching her guts out like party balloons, the ferocious eruptions of that cum reaching a whole new level—one that even she was surprised to discover. «Ain’t you one powerful heck of a baby horse, huh?» With her thirst redoubled, the goddess pumped her body deeper into the cock, her forehead now blasting a hole on the man’s abs—not literally, of course, but… honestly, it was very close. The gushing of the semen straight into her guts was… oh, god, how would she put it? «Fucking amazing!!» The eyes of the powerful woman glimmered, with the orgasming stallion barely realizing how much he pleased and amazed his dominatrix. «This beast… oh, god! Is he getting too powerful for even my body? My holy, unbeatable metabolism??»

In all of existence, there had been only three males who’d managed to out-cum that woman’s metabolism; three massive, mega Alpha males whose appendages produced and shot more spunk that even that woman’s body could hold at any given time. All of these males were over twenty-five years of age, which she came to think was the bare minimum age any male needed to be in order to have a shot at her—bur then there was that stallion! That god! That teenage super stud whose cum was not only filling her up, but gaining ground on her intestines and making her anus twitch in anticipation.

The goddess saluted him with another salvo of squirts, an event which was becoming all-too-frequent in her orgasming body. Within her mind, even the brief anger against her Queen disappeared and was replaced for a deep arousal—some would say admiration!—for that young breeding bull. «A barrel my ass!» The goddess increased the power and intensity of her muscular motions, powersucking that cock now with great gusto, treating that youngling no longer as a servant or a slave, but as a full-blown lover. «Liar!! Who could believe you came so much more than that?!» Unwrapping her arms from his powerful, horse-sized legs, she grabbed his supermassive throbbing testicles under her even-more-massive breasts and… and!… crushed them!

“UUUUUH…!!!” The bull roared briefly, with pieces of the ceiling falling as the goddess crushed and massaged his gigantic, oversized bull testicles. Her hands could barely cup even a third of each of those eggs, so enormous that they were, and the semen of the stallion was literally bubbling inside of them, so much and so hot cum that the goddess could picture a billion streams flowing like rocket fuel inside those titanic gonads.

«Huge! Huge, huge, huge!!» She flexed her abs, and now her muscles too were joining her hands in the massage and stimulation of those massive super balls. «Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so goddamned huge!»

The other males, shivering and trembling, could barely believe what they were witnessing; not the power or the size of the stallion, no, which they had grown somewhat used to; it was actually the intensity of the woman that got them flustered, as if only now they had seen her invested on a sexual partner, and the fear of that woman just grew to no end inside their breasts. Even Leonardo, who was almost as big as that stallion while not yet even aroused, gulped and shivered upon witnessing Imelda like that, doubting even his own ability to take on a beats like her. «Is she even a woman anymore?»

The room continued to be undone as the beast woman pushed the stud deeper and deeper into the wall, power-sucking his cock with ferocious madness, crushing and worshipping his balls like a religious fanatic near her god. «Your power is fucking amazing!!» Crushing him deeper and deeper and deeper into the stone, the goddess took her time to look around and see almost all the males defeated and fainted, only about ten of them remaining on their feet in the room. «Pathetic. This stallion here beats them all without a sweat. Only Leonardo, maybe, is worth his grain of salt. Everybody else is a petty, useless eunuch!» With inhuman power, the goddess crammed the dick even deeper in herself, her face now buried so deep on the man’s muscles that the young stallion roared once more, then blacked out, the power of her fucking so raw and unrestrained he didn’t now whether that was pleasure or agony which he was feeling all the time.

His semen kept ferociously gaining ground on the woman. About half of her intestines were filled and stretched by the junk. «By the gods, he came a small lake inside of me!» Regaining a bit of method to her insanity, the goddess slowed down her external movements a little and held the gigantic balls more firmly in her hands, appreciating their size, texture, hardness, and full-blown energy. «Fuck. These testicles… oh, god! They are bigger than American footballs now, almost as big as two fat, heavy babies. Oo-la-la!» She squeezed and massaged the balls, desirous to feel every bit of power they contained. «The semen flows at an unending pace. His prick is now a literal firehose in my guts, unloading about five gallons of this massive semen at every second, and not slowing down for anything in this world!» She tried increasing the pressure on her cock, crushing every inch of it inside of her. Her throat, her belly, her guts, all of her coalesced around that cock to give it the most hellish squeeze it even faced, yet the monster penis barely reduced his outflow of spunk at all—on the contrary: it just kept shooting and shooting and shooting at a maddening pace, its spurts becoming so fast (and the pauses between them so negligible) that the woman now felt as if the stallion was cumming one continuous, unending load inside of her.

Her eyes opened up wide and her eyebrows went all the way up in her forehead. Her body was rocked with shivers not of her own power, not of her muscles flexing, but of her sincere, submissive arousal. «It c-can’t be!» With her pussy gushing and dripping a mad amount of viscous cum, she felt a fire rock her hips and briefly take the power of her legs, and her entire body hardened as a massive wave of multiple orgasms took over her. «It can’t…» The semen flowed up to her nostrils. It exploded from her nose, smearing the stud’s abs and her own face as she opened her mouth even wider and let out a painful “oooh…!!!”

In the room, even the most clueless of guys raised their eyebrows and looked at each other in utter disbelief. “Did she just… moan?”

Yes. Yes, she did, and she did not stop at a single moan. Soon, an eruption of cum burst volcanically from her pussy, the power and hotness of that girl-semen so intense that the room grew foggy with its steam. The ground was flooded with her literal pools of ejaculatory lubricant, and only the plentiful cracks on the floor managed to keep those juices at an acceptable level. If the ground were clean and solid, those juices would have risen up until the very ceiling, drowning everyone in that unholy chamber of sex.

«THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DICK I HAD IN AGES!!!» The goddess opened her eyes even wider, not wanting to miss a single second of her own body being undone by the superior sex god. «JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT EVEN IS THIS?! THE CUM IS OVERFLOWING IN ME!! OH!! OH, GOD!!!» She saw and felt the semen spurting out of her nostrils, two long and fat threads of boiling his bursting from her nose and blasting the abs of her super stallion—who, in turn, only shivered and crumbled as his own mind was beyond passed-out at that point. «HOLY FUCK!!! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!» Her pussy kept unloading gallons and gallons and gallons… «I’M FUCKING CUMMING, JESUS CHRIST!!!»

Two more men fell on their knees, feeling their hands and legs burn under the thick, gooey juice of that woman’s scorching vagina. “It’s… it’s…!!” They penises began to “pathetically” eject loads and loads of semen into the miss—as “pathetic,” of course, as penises as larger as twenty, twenty-two inches could ejaculate. The men who were still conscious lowered their heads into the pool and began to lap on it like kittens, drinking the steamy cum that the woman produced. “My god!!” They looked up to their counterparts, who didn’t know what to make of their humiliation. “It’s… it’s…!!!”

They wanted to say it was good. No, beyond that: it was the best fucking thing they had ever taste in their whole lives, but before their minds could form any coherent thought, their penises spoke for themselves, and the result were several massive, muscular men quivering and twitching on the flooded ground, throwing female cum all around, orgasming and ejaculating like horses in every direction, spraying the ceiling, the walls, and the body of their comrades with literal gallons of super cum. They were driven mad with orgasms, and not one of them recovered or was able to get another single gulp of that pussy juice—a single cup of it was apparently enough to fry a man’s nerves, and the remaining eight studs wondered if it was a good idea at all to remain in that place or if it would be a much better idea to just jump through the windows and flee for their fucking lives. «When we were called,» Leonardo gulped, «we weren’t called for her, for this woman. We were called for the fucking Queen!» His eyes gazed upon the golden door, the only part of that room which hadn’t been cracked or creaked or outright destroyed by the power of Imelda’s blowjob. «The power of the Queen is said to be leagues ahead that of any woman on Earth… even Imelda.» Shivering and gasping, his breath now completely out of pace, the gigantic stud began to feel his ass relaxing and his guts churning, almost as if he was about to shit himself like a scared monkey. «If this is what Imelda can do, then what… what…?!» Deep inside, he already knew the answer for the question he was barely able to make: «what can the fucking Queen do?!»

As the legs of the teenage stallion hanged over the woman’s massive, wide, and strong shoulders, shivering with every spurt of cum his balls propelled into his cock, the woman tried desperately to squeeze his balls against her abs, never satisfied of that hung boy’s massive glands. They were just so fucking divine, you know, his massive, supersized balls! «Oh, goddamn, these balls!» It’d been quite a while since the woman had seen testicles so massive, so shapely, and so bloody powerful. «They are two engines in this guy’s crotch!» The super balls, however, rocked back-and-forth, near-and-away the woman’s body as she released them and was forced to grapple the beast by his buttocks again. If anything, though, his glutes were a worthy replacement. «Round and hard, pure muscle for these cock-craving hands!» She went wild, moving her throat back-and-forth at the same pace of the guy’s ejaculation, looking like a machine gun of blowjobs as the guy spurted cum at crazy speeds.

About seventy percent of her intestines were overfilled with hot male seed, and the steam of the abundant semen began to appear from her twitching asshole. «Oh, my fucking god, it’s happening!» Her mind went fucking bananas! «It’s fucking happening, at last!» Despite the insane power of her metabolism, which was able to convert cum into energy like a plant does sunlight, the eighteen-year-old bull was more powerful by a considerable margin, marking his territory on her insides like a general marching with his armies over the enemy field. Inch after inch, following the quasi-continuous stream of his arm-thick loads, the young man’s semen conquered the woman’s guts, making sure to stretch them to their very limits before claiming another inch and stretching it just the same. His cum was an avid, possessive liquid; the powerful, unyielding jizz that only the mightiest of superhuman breeders ever possessed. «This stallion is already among my top five cunt-fuckers of all time, and he’s gaining rank fast!» Making her own muscles burst with power, Imelda carelessly pressed the boy once more against the wall, this time sinking his gigantic body on it completely, so hard and so fast that his balls formed two enormous cracks under that even more massive crack around his back.

That wasn’t all the destruction: as the balls throbbed, sending jizz after jizz after jizz into their master’s cum cannon, the cracks grew and the pieces of the wall collapsed. They were like two drills making holes on the wall. The goddess adored them! «Fuck! Jesus! I can feel these babies throbbing against my abs!» The two balls, though, which could so easily crack those marble walls, had barely any effect on the goddess’s belly other than very relaxing tickles. «Oh, god, this is so wonderful!» She moved her belly up and down, side to side, always looking for a perfect spot, almost like a lover telling another where to scratch on their back. «Jesus, this is so fucking good!» Meanwhile, the spunk just kept coming. And coming. And coming and coming and coming. In her belly, she felt the complete fullness of a jizz that now only was voluminous, but was actually becoming denser by the second.

In fact, given the amount of seed that young boy had ejaculated, one would expect the woman to have exploded or, considering that her body was indestructible (which it was), one would expect it to have grown to the size of a tenis court, but none of that happened. Instead, had tummy had ballooned to the size of a six, maybe seven-month-old pregnant lady, and there it remained as the woman ate his dick into her own guts and allowed him to ejaculate straight into her intestines. Past that swollen point, her belly didn’t grow any further. There was a key, after all, to her cum-drinking method. «On one side,» she thought rather calmly, now accepting the new level of the god’s ejaculations as if her biology had grown and improved to accommodate it, «there’s my metabolism, which is literally god-like.» The woman giggled as she stopped the flow of cum through her nostrils, regaining absolute control of the guy’s cock without relenting an ounce in her power. While the poor boy squirmed and further destroyed the wall with his muscles, the Herculean lady thought about the myriad of cocks that had met her fury, as well as the myriad of poor men who’d been emasculated by her thrist. It was a number far too great for normal minds to even compute.

«I hate having to be discrete about it, but even for ladies like us, well, some rules must be respected.» She closed her eyes and sighed, all while taking entire bathtubs full of semen into her guts. «Technically speaking, I was a minor when I lost my virginity.» She giggled. «Actually, I was six years old when I took my first mates, which is really quite awesome, coming to think of it. Sadly, of course, even I have to shut up about it so as not to give pedophiles any wrong ideas. Yes, yes, I was six years old when I fucked my first man… but I was also six feet tall, three-hundred pounds, and overdeveloped in every way a woman could be: breasts, ass, thighs, muscles… you name it, I had it all. I was also a 340 IQ beast of a lady, so it wasn’t as if I was some innocent pretty darling who was utterly clueless about the universe.» As the goddess thought about herself and her own divinity, her orgasms slowly subsided. Her body was getting far too used to that stallion’s orgasms, which wasn’t a very good thing. «Damn it. I’m cancelling my own pleasure by overthinking things. But, anyway, what am I to do? I really am fucking perfect, after all.»

Changing positions for a bit, the woman startled all by suddenly throwing herself back and literally slamming the stud on the ground. It was so fast, so sudden, so unexpected that… *BOOOOOM!!!* Everyone, even the might Leonardo… *BOOOOM!!!* They all fell or were pushed away by the shockwave created by that kung-fu-like movement, with the woman literally slamming her man’s torso against the ground in one swift motion. What was more amazing was… *BOOOOOOM!!!* that she did so without actually holding his body with her hands. His cock on her throat was all that she needed to do that backflip, and as she herself collapsed with her back on the ground, creating such a massive splash of the lubes that literal waterfalls of female cum (and smaller parts male semen) exploded through the windows and rained from the towers as if god was squirting upon the mortals. It was some truly amazing display of power! «Okay, where was I?» The goddess felt the waves of her own cum splashing against her body, that new position having sent the cock somehow even deeper into her. «Ah, yeah, my first men. I was six years old when I grabbed my first set of cocks and drained them for all their worth. Ever since then, well, I never stopped. Five men a day met my cooch, and five men a day were utterly humiliated until I grew a bit bigger and graduated to bigger and more plentiful studs. I gotta confess that I wasn’t too hard or too experienced back then: even a single men took me about two hours to defeat, with a gangbang of five gigantic studs being enough to overpower me and even tire me out!» Her suctions became both harder and more numerous as the teenager stud roared and wailed above her, her body reacting subconsciously to her memories, almost trying to compensate for her perceived weakness. «It was only after about 2,300 men that I truly mastered the art of sex, and that I became a truly unstoppable machine of fucking. Since the age of twelve, hell, no man has ever been able to even come close to tiring me out, and from them all my life has been a ceaseless, endless fuck-fest in search for the perfect stallion, the godly male who would once again make my pussy feel the pleasure of utter submission.» As she felt the cum gaining ground on her intestines, the goddess smiled, yet her expectations remained in check after so many years (and hundreds of cocks of experience). «This guy might be this man, but he needs time. A lot of time!» Even if he grew up to become this superman, she reasoned, it would already be a disappointment compared to her. «He’s eighteen-years-old already. At his age, I had fucked and annihilated over half a million men!»

Buckets and buckets of cum invaded the Amazon, and she couldn’t help but to grow a little bit more of the it all. «Fuck. He’s losing potency. Or rather, he’s literally just passed out, so even his body isn’t exactly experiencing the pleasure of fucking in its fullest.» Maybe she was getting just too distracted about her own past to get fully invested in that task, her stallion having fulfilled most of his obligations towards her body. «He is one amazing lover and possibly one of the strongest men alive, yes, but for the moment I guess I’ve seen it all.» She even opened her eyes and looked around, seeing the devastation and destruction they have both wrought into the place. «I wonder if I should just… well… end it all now.»


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The Doll who Loved me

The Doll who Loved me – Chapter 3: The perfect male

Boobs. Breasts. Titties. Knockers. Shakers. Milk-makers. Gazongas. He’d spent the entire morning looking at breasts, and those weren’t even half of all titties he’d have to work with until dawn.

He stretched long and lazily in his chair, both happy and annoyed by the nature of his work. It could get tiresome, you know, working with the same damned thing all day long, day after day in the week, all four weeks of the month, for months and months on end until there were no more months left to waste. «‘Tis what I like doing, though,» he reflected, «so I guess it could be worse, right? So much worse.»

Playing with pictures all day long, building beautiful covers for raunchy and erotic books. Most of his clients used to write tasteless romances to be sold online for peanuts, yet sometimes he got the occasional big gig or had to edits so particularly nasty the clients were pretty much willing to pay him whatever he asked («if not me,» he reasoned, «who’d work for these degenerates? Psycopaths?»).

He looked at his computer and admired the sumptuous cleavages shining on the screen. They were all nubile beauties with overdeveloped, lactating breasts, their dresses stained with their overflowing milk, and the naked figures dripping with hot, thick mommy nectar from their nipples.

It was a lactation thing, the niche for that particular client, and his penis couldn’t quite decide whether to be hard or soft with those images. “I need you to make them all milk.” His client had especifically instructed: “breasts. All ‘em tits. Big tits, all lactating. The dresses are almost tearing up, you know, ‘cause ‘em tits so big! Really hot. Some them, really nasty tits, huge gazongas. I want them tits naked, shooting milk. Not all covers. Some covers, nasty tits covered. Some covers naked, big tits free. You got it? I tell which cover which. You cover tits and you not cover tits when I tell you, okay? Very fine. You can name price. I pay for first cover, just one cover, okay, with the tits out, then we see if we continue work, okay?”

There were really strange, uncommon types asking for gigs all the time, and he really didn’t mind them, quirks and all. As long as they paid, all clients were equal. «It would be nice, though, to make money without having to work for it.» To be born an heir, that would have been a sweet life. To be born beautiful, from a great family, attending top American schools, dating all the girls there, knowing that all the problems of his life would be taken care of because he was a spoiled-as-fuck trust fund kid. «I wish I were spoiled.» He sighed, returning to work after a long sip of coffee. «Life sucks when you’re not.»

The cover was partially done. He needed to add all the shine and polish, however, which could almost be another whole work in and on itself. He added a few effects on the tits, making them gleam like sweat, like dropplets of morning dew on their soft, velvety skins.

All the time he sucked his lips and bit them very lightly, his mouth getting drier as the hours mounted. The skirts of those nubile vixens were just short enough so one could think they saw their panties—a Sharon Stone-crossing of the legs type of effect, though way less artistic. Their asses, hips, and legs were just as he liked them: wide, thick, and meaty. Those were healthy, strong teenagers brimming with fertility and life, good wombs ready to produce great babies, their thight cunts inviting of big, unyielding cock worthy of their lush, fruitful innards.

His dick got a little softer as he thought of the kinds of men who could have such young beauties on their arms. «Men who are the total opposite of me.» His eyes swelled, and the pressure in his head got distracting, if not painful at times, to the point that he found himself struggling to focus. As it happened, the combination of six unbroken hours of work, three liters of coffee, and a lifetime of sexual frustration wasn’t a great recipe for his head.

He stood up. His penis made a tent in his lose shorts. A small tent, mind you, but still a noticieable one. «Some men ain’t even have this luxury,» he sighed, adjusting his cock on his pants and walking to the bathroom in his room.

Pants down. Cock up. Right hand down. Left hand on the wall. Jerk off.

He hated the mirror in front of him. Always forced him to look at himself, that bastard! He could try another position, but that was the absolute best one in the tiny bathroom. Everytime he accidently got a glimpse of his reflection, he felt he could rip his dick off in anger. To mitigate that, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the kind of man he would have loved to see instead in the reflection: that kind of big-dicked, muscular studs who would have the girls just like the ones he edited into his covers.

In the porn videos of his mind, he imagined not himself, but other men fucking his women. Men he knew he would never be. Men he wished he’d been born as, but had been cursed never to be: big, hulking, hairy muscular daddies teaching those uptight little sluts a lesson. He would imagine their orgasms and their fountains of squirt. Rows of women standing in a line, waiting to be fucked by a single, tireless bison. Kings and noblemen in the Middle Ages used to have harems like those: dozens, if not hundreds of pussies on the side, ready to always satiate their masters’ needs whenever required. That’s the perk of wealth and power: all the finest pussy in the world.

He felt the sweat running down his cheeks. His breath was uneven, his head almost exploding. He hated himself for it, but his cock sure felt nice—and it was his cock, not his head, that needed explosion. “Oh, god!” He would imagine this one glorious, beautiful male, with his body sculpted in marble, his face carrying the smile of someone who never had a problem in his life, fucking rows and rows of ladies who could barely contain their own orgasms, one after another passing out with the mere penetration of his giant cock head on their squirting, quivering queenies.

“Oh, god, what…” He rolled his eyes and moaned: “what a man!”

He shot his load on the mirror: pitiful threads of transparent white, almost a watery goo without an ounce of the virility to be expected from real jizz. He jerked himself harder, trying to coax more of that paltry paste from his cock, but that was it. His hardened member was only a little bigger than his palm side-to-side, and his ejaculate was just as pathetic. In disbelief, he watched his semen slide on the mirror as the image of that powerful stud, still fucking his harem of mares, was still etched into his mind.

He came when he had come; and when he had come, oh, it was an orgasm like no other!

The beastly Alpha roared like a lion, thundered like a bull warning off his rivals. His load was enough to make a woman full for the rest of her life; both with his massive cock inside of her and his massive load now filling her up, she felt full like with no other man—or group of men—could ever fill her, stretched beyond the limits of even her wildest fantasies, and experiencing more orgasms with a single thrust of that stud than she had with all the (many) losers in her love life.

That was the image in his mind when he came with his eyes close: a giant, muscular stud ejaculating hot and hard in the womb of his submissive lover. The ejaculation of a powerful conqueror of cunts! The sexual apotheosis of a Real ManTM, not the petty little dribbling of flabby-dicked boy like him.

He cleaned off the semen from the mirror and returned to work, feeling sadly hornier. «Fuck.» Jerking off usually helped to clear the mind, but that one session had been innefective at best. He felt like dying, honestly, with the pressure under his eyes so strong he needed to squint, squeeze, and scratch them from time to time just to set his mind straight and his thoughts clear.

He always felt like dying, but never like killing himself. It would have been so much better if he’d just… never woke up one day, or had never existed at all in the first place. Never having been born. Never having to waddle through all that load of bullshit.

He stared at his own reflection in the dark areas of the computer screen, seeing his bonecheeks produding through his pale skin. Though he now made some effort in leaving his cubicle every once in a while, that country knew no sun; its summers would be winters back in his homeland, and its winters could barely look like planet Earth in some days.

No, it wasn’t a nice country at all to live in, yet thousands of people risked their lives every day to set their feet on those frosty shores. «Nature sucks, but people are nice.» His mind drifted back to his old place, where «people sucked, but nature was nice.»

Was there anywhere a good combination of both? He sure tried to find it: the Americans had long neglected the astounding fertility of their land, choosing instead to splinter into a life of petty, tribalistic squabbles, and they never wanted any business with foreigners like him anyway. He was mediocre and unambitious; definitely not cut from the superior cloth of the Yankee race.

France was the next best thing, but the country too was involved it own, peculiar sort of domestic squabbles to make room for mudblooded peasants like him. Everywhere else in Europe was a raging clusterfuck, just like Asia a few years prior. Would the Europeans end up just as as fucked as the easterns? Their entire continent turned into a depleted battlefield? Its massive populace, into a zombified, mechanized mass of slaves threading and toiling endlessly over the torn-out, bombed-to-oblivion fields that had once housed Earth’s fastest-growing, most technologically-dominant civilizations?

Of the East’s sad fate, only Japan, claimed the experts, remained a viable country to live in, and he even looked into immigration to that strange, unwelcoming land, but the Japanese indeed would rather all bomb the world to oblivion then to allow a single one of his kind even land a boat on the tiniest, most remotest island of their entire bloodied archipelago.

Through trial and error, rejection and capitulation, then, he ended up there, as close to the North Pole as humans could get without abandoning society altogether, almost as if the very edges of the planet, where the scraps of civilization fell, were the only place left for a scrap of human like himself.

Sighing with mild content, he lifted his shirt and looked at his belly. Damn! He could count his ribs on his chest. «Eat more.» He thought, but on most days his lips would know only the taste of coffee. He wasn’t particularly tall, and by no means could he ever be considered hadsome. Cute? Maybe, but even that would have been a stretch for some. He had a pathethically oblong face, like a piece of shit after being stomped by a boot on the sidewalk, and a nose too flat and wide in a skin too pale and graceless—African sharpness without African warmth; Caucasian blandness without Caucasian smoothness. He sometimes looked more like the sketch of a human being than a human proper—as if he’d been God’s first draft for Adam before He discarded it and started all over.

His release had given him no release. It had only made him needier. The heat and the touch of those young, virgin beauties; that’s what he needed! Sweet, inexperienced girls who nonetheless rocked the massive boobs and ass and thighs of ravenous succubi; lovely-looking angels with tight pussies swelling under their pink panties, their gazes like those of sex-starved demonesses in angelic faces with bright-colored eyes.

He leaned closer to the screen, wanting to lick the women through the pixels. The sooner he finished, he reasoned, the sooner his thirst would be quenched. He rubbed his thin thighs against one another constantly, adding extreme amounts of detail to those women, making them little by little more untouchable and impossibly erotic compared to any real one. By the end of his shift, it was night already. The cup of latte just kept magically refilling itself as the hours rolled over one another, without him ever noticing, and his stomach grumbled, churned, and turned in demand of some real food.

He reviewed each and every one of his finished covers before sending them off to his horny client for approval. They were all beautiful works of smut that would also sell beautifully. There was a fizzle of pride in his heart; all but a speck of the emotion he used to feel when he’d started that work, so many years ago, as an act of desperation rather than inspiration, trying to make some money—any money!—to keep himself from starving. It had been sheer, dumb luck that led him to his first clients and taught him that, no, he was not entirely useless, and it was over this sheer, dumb luck that he founded his entire career, built his entire life upon.

Though he was a loner and a crooked fuck—an autistic twat with as much social graces as a bat in daylight—he was not, despite everything everyone had ever told him, an absolute zero. No. He was zero point something. And it was that filthy, smutty something that managed to pay for all his needs and helped him to escape his compatriots and captors, finding solitude, even peace on the farthest edges of the Earth.

He both hated and pitied them. His people. They were not guilty of the rottenness of their souls, but that didn’t help ease the pain of all they had done to him back in his youth. From the day he was born to the day he would die, he would carry all those massive bags of shithead in his mind. His body would grow weary and weak, but the shit, the heavy pile of psycho-dung in his skull, it would remain the same size, the same weight, if not grow even heavier, bending his spine until it cracked and sent him (hopefully) into an early grave.

*Click!* He pressed the button and sent the covers. With a long sigh, he leaned back on his chair, thinking if maybe he should relax a bit. «No.» Another mind within his mind interjected. «I need money.» He carried on to the next client instead.

Money, yes, money. It was money that allowed him to escape his wretched place and rent that little piece of paradise. The nature of freelancing was just as unforgiving as it could be occasionally, rarely very fulfilling: some days you made bank, some days the bank made you. He both envied and despised the stability of more “formal” types of workers, who never had to worry (too much) about their next paycheck, but who also ended becoming such tame, compliant sheep—even evil sheep, on some cases: sheep who, to protect their beloved stability, were always ready to slander, to steal, to smear, or to vote for fascists.

There’s nothing as sad and pitiful as a man in a cubicle. It was like the anti-habitat of a human: the white walls of an air-conditioned office building, the thumping of the fingers on the keyboard, the occasional chat and sneeze of the coworkers, the mortifying buzz and hum of productivity.

He wanted their perks without their leash: a good salary, a career ladder, a nice dental plan without those detestable cubicles to rot away in Excel sheets, moving money from there to here and here to there, all for the fat profits of his uncaring masters, a mere engine to power the easy, unmerited luxuries of his robber barons—barons whose sons, by the way, would all end up tall and handsome and muscular; real studs meant to fuck, marry, and mingle with only the best females of the world, breeding the future princes and kings of humanity, who would go on to continue the endless line of injustice, oppression, and inequality that kept poor blokes like him on the mud—or rather, on the cubicle.

Sons of prosperity, heirs to happiness. How despicable was their existence, and how wondrous would be to have it!

He bit his lips, dreaming with the better rolls of the dice as he read the assignment from a different client. This time, at least, he wouldn’t have to suffer (too much) from his thirst: it was a regular set of covers for yet another run-of-the-mill series of wishy-washy romances. All very girly and very innocent, not the type of work which would require rolls of luscious lactating breasts; not the type of imagery that would have stirred too many emotions inside his flailing, wheezing dick.

Or so he thought.

The covers were in the style of old arcade romantic sagas, with a damsel on the strong, thick arms of a dark, shirtless, muscle-bound, long-maned man. He was already tantalized by the women—big-bosomed beauties whose tight, light dresses highlighted every curve of their healthy, fertile bodies, making them often more erotic than if outright naked—, but it were the men who completely threw him off.

As he laid his eyes on those studs, his penis grew harder yet again. The image was just as arousing as the not-naked-but-still-very-naked virgins. And painful. So bloody painful! The aggressive muscles of those studs, whose pants bulged generously around their crotches, carrying massive meat sticks between their thick, hairy legs, all of it reminded him of a virility he would never possess. Their legs were built like Greek columns, their torsos wide and massive and firm as the back of horses, with pectorals so enormous a single halve of their chest was wider than his whole torso.

He admired their six-, sometimes eight-pack of gorgeous abdominals, the shinny and lustrous hairs that adorned their chests, as well as the beautiful dark manes of their heads, and sometimes the vast, well-kept beards on their manly, chiseled jaws.

The boy picked his computer and stood up abruptly, almost knocking the coffee mug from his desk as he ran again back to the bathroom. He barely shut the door as he put the laptop on the sink, lowered his trousers and began to masturbate to the images of those powerful stallions. He closed his eyes and moaned as he beheld those portraits of obscene masculinity, getting in heat with the abundance of meat and muscles in those larger-than-life bodies. The images were rarely pornographic, but it wasn’t the prospect of their glorious, naked bodies that got him off; it was the sheer confidence in their posture, their gazes, their firm, authoritarian eyes commanding respect without a word.

The perfection of their physiques, living statues out of marble, contrasted with the flabby misery of his own. The thought of him being dominated by those studs—being chained to the bed and hand-whipped by their powerful hands, chocked by their swollen biceps while they sinfully sodomized him like wild males in heat, all of it brought him over the edge.

“Oh, god!!” He rolled his eyes and leaned to the the mirror, getting an glimpse of his reflex before immediately averting his gaze. Too late: the image of his own self got his penis softer and delayed the inevitable explosion. He needed to bathe his mind on those hundreds of powerful, virile bulls to get his cock hard and manly again.

Many of those males wore only black or white boxers, leaving little to the imagination about the size and sturdiness of their genitalia. Some clients asked him to make the bulges bigger, but he scarcely needed to be told that before editing them into obscenely well-endowed hunks, looking like they packed an elephant trunk and a pair of mangos in their boxers.

As he furiously beat his meat, he “accidently” clicked on the folders containing more pornographic images. «Jesus!» The naked crotches flaunted cocks so big and beautiful he almost felt them slapping his face through the screen. His penis vibrated and his balls shrank, filling the bathroom with squishy noises as he prematurely unleashed his load. “Oh, god!!” He almost lost the strength on his legs. “Oh, god!! Oh!! Oh!” He leaned desperately with an arm to the mirror, where his semen was barely visible—all two squirts of it.

He accidently took another peek of himself, and this time he didn’t avert his gaze so quickly. He stared at his reflection and let the anger brew. He almost felt the urge of spitting in his own image; at making a clone of himself and clubbing him to death. «Was that what they felt when they saw me?» The saliva was spilling out of his lips. «This great disgust and hatred?»

His fist was closed. He could almost throw a punch if the glow of his computer screen hadn’t caught his attention before. There, he noticed he had indeed shot more than two pitiful ropes of semen, as another one had actually hit the upper tab of his screen, prompting him to quickly scramble for some toilet paper to clean it up. As he wiped the cum off his computer, his fingers slid over the model’s hair on the screen, like a cuddle. He gazed upon that massive, muscular body, all culminating on a thick, long, soft penis that dangled between its huge, veiny legs, like the absolute pendulum of virility that it was.

The man was obscenely packed. His balls were so big and full the boy could see their bloated outline from behind the cock. Was that what a Real Man looked like? He’d never seen any in real life to compare (certainly not naked), though even the fake cartoon males or porn actors didn’t sport a penis so fabulously fat and gorgeous as that one. The fact that it was soft only made it more imposing, like a third leg so ungodly thick no hand could wrap its fingers fully around its girth. The big, main vein on it was very salient, with smaller, plentiful veins sprawing from it like branches through the rest of the gargantuan womb-smasher. It was such a big and heavy penis it looked like he needed an extra portion of blood just to keep it up there, dangling on his hips without falling off and rotting away.

His penis grew harder again. He felt like spending whole hours just looking at that model of masculinity. He ran his fingers across the screen, imagining his touch on that firm, rock-hard Alpha male, and wished for a moment that he was the Alpha male, before dropping the silly though and imagining himself instead being dominated, beaten, fucked raw in the ass by that powerful hairless bison, that raging human bull, that tireless fertile stallion. The shallowness of his own cum couldn’t compare to the scortching, heavy broth that bull was sure to cum on his ass, or to the massive buckets of load he came on the tight pussies of his hundreds of lovers. “A man like this…” He muttered to himself, touching his own pecs, pinching and twisting and pulling his own nipples, “must ejaculate like a fucking firehose.”

The minutes went by as he imagined himself being humiliated, subjugated by that mighty male in all manners of sexual depravity. Though his dick was fully hard again, his balls were probably as dry as the Cerrado. Nevermind. He was not supposed to be the virile partner there, after all. The man was. He had more pleasure imagining that stud plowing him with brutality or—even better—humiliating and derogating him before his harem of fertile females, than actually being that super stud or having sex with all those women himself.

He imagined himself as a better, richer man, for instance, trying to get a lay with a beautiful woman in a party. Then that stud, that Alpha male appeared and very easily stole the woman from his arms, laughing at him while heading to his bedroom, ready to take the prize on his own bed.

His dreams changed, yet remained the same: he imagined himself with a beautiful girlfriend, only to have her stolen by the stud. Then, the Alpha made him watch as he fucked his own girl, showing him how a real man fucked, mocking him at every opportunity as he took his woman to even greater heights of pleasure, her body twitching and her eyes rolling as he managed to extract one squirting orgasm after another out of her battered pussy.

It didn’t end there: after she was laid conquered and wrecked and ruined on the bed, the male withdrew that gorgeous pipeline of a penis from her and proceeded to jerk it off with both hairy, masculine hands over her body. As she panted and slowly recovered her breath, the overmuscular stud turned to him and demanded: “why don’t you feed your girlfriend a real man’s cock, huh?” The boy, in turn, just stood there, befundled, barely understading his Alpha’s words.

“Do you want this cock again?” The huge male asked his submissive princess. “Tell your pussy boyfriend how badly you want this cock.”

She resisted, she bit her lips, but she inevitably relented, looking almost pitifully to the boy: “yesss. I want this cock!”

“Then ask your boyfriend to put it inside you.” He laughed, clearing any lingering trace of doubt: “not his pencil dick, of course. My cock.” He grabbed his manhood. “Tell him to come here and guide my stallion cock into yout cunt.” They were both shocked by the command, and he, the little boy, almost had tears in his eyes when his girlfriend finally relented, the ectasy dripping on her voice: “please, honey… do as he says.”

He crawled towards them on his knees, weeping and yelping like a hurt puppy, a lonely tear sliding down his cheeks, and grabbed that massive penis as respectifully as he could, like the handling of a divine relic, and felt its hardness, its lusciousness, its liveness, its granite-and-steel texture, as well as the its immense girth, taking the chance to also touch his immense, throbbing balls, who were so full of virile semen you could hear it sloshing inside.

“Good pup.” The mighty male fondled his cheeks. “Now, put this cock where it belongs.”

He moved the penis inside his girlfriend’s pussy, seeing her being wholly stretched by the helmet of that monstrous manhood. «Oh, my god!» He thought to himself, moaning in the bathroom. «His head alone is bigger than my whole penis!»

“Deeper.” The Alpha commanded, and he silently wept as he pushed the cock deeper into the woman, seeing parts of her groin bulge as the immense serpent penetrated her innermost womanhood. “Look how deep I can reach, and I’ve got barely a third of my cock in her.” He silently obliged, guiding inch after inch of that endless cock inside the woman. “Now…” The male leaned to her and sucked her tits, making her moan and wet herself like crazy, “feel it. I’m deeper than any man has ever been in her, and there’s still another half of cock to go.”

In the end, the man could never fully penetrate her. The cock easily hit her cervix with many inches still left outside her cooch. Sadly (for both partners), she didn’t quite enjoy cervical penetration, therefore, with utmost control, his body being both a force of destruction and ecstasy, the stallion proceeded to fuck her pussy senseless for another whole hour, drawing so many orgasms out of her that the poor little being didn’t know what’d hit her when it was all set and done. She yelped, screamed, moaned, and fainted more times than anyone could count, and the little man, both within the dream and in the bathroom, came hard by watching that superior male conquer the ever-living soul of his lover.

Despite his third ejaculation, no semen left his penis. His little, shrived balls were exhausted—the exact opposite of the raging stallion in his dreams, who nutted like ten men inside his girlfriend. Still, the pleasure was even more sublime, and he found himself fumbling his own buttocks, teasing his asshole with his index finger as he descended from ecstasy and found himself again, rather anticlimactically, on the same dark, dreary bathroom, in front of the mirror still smeared by his previous load.

The computer was still on, its screen slightly dimmed after so many minutes of inactivity. “What a man,” he muttered softly, and then more loudly so: “what a man.” The swelling of his eyes got more pronounced, and he closed the laptop quietly and returned to his desk. «Fuck,» he thought. «That’s three jerk-offs.»

He didn’t like the habit a lot, though he admitted it was the only thing that kept he sane, even alive. «Fuck idiot.» He hated himself for having failed to remain “chaste,” nutting three times in the same day and still not feeling sathed. «You fucking piece of shit.» He opened the laptop and stared at the same erotic image of the stud dominating the busty damsel, with his wide shoulders and Greek-column-thick arms. The sight of his exposed, muscular back got his penis twitchy again, and by the end of that shift, a few minutes past two in the morning, he had jerked off again in his seat, without even taking his pants off, making a mess of both it and his underwear.

He changed his clothes quickly, and half-heartedly cleaned the bathroom mirror, where his semen had nearly solidified, leaving two tiny, ugly smudges in the glass. He was in no mood to do anything else. After sending those last covers to the client, he sank into the bed with his head heavy, aching and throbbing like his brain had morphed into a nest of hornets. «This doll… this doll…» He though to himself, holding back the flood in his eyes, «she can’t arrive soon enough.»


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The Doll who Loved me – Chapter 2: A cup of blessings

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Wednesday was groceries’ day. At some point in the long past, there was a particular reason for him to pick that day—and only that day—for buying his weekly essentials, though he no longer remembered it. Wednesdays just felt right. They had a laxness to them: neither the dread of Mondays nor the chaos of Fridays. They sat right smack in the middle, almost as if balancing the whole workweek on their head, so the world seemed alive, but tame.

Safe. It just felt safe. Not that he had many reasons to expose himself to the world every week, Wednesdays or not. Once every month would suffice, given that he ate very little, and consumed other frivolities even less often. Somewhen in the past, too, he’d changed his schedule for buying groceries only once every month to once every week. As with his choice of the groceries’ day, the exact time of the change eluded him, but the reason was much clearer than ever: «she is so pretty.»

He stood idly at the entry of the market. Time slowed down whenever he saw her. ‘Pretty’ wasn’t the best word. ‘Hot’ was.

That was a perk he hadn’t considered at all when moving to that country—well, not consciously, at least: people there looked much more beautiful than the average—almost astonishingly so—, and girls who would be models elsewhere were usually teachers, drivers, or cashiers in that land. The most average of them looked like models; the better ones, like angels. Competition was so stiff even the cutest gals didn’t think too highly of themselves, and many of them probably even faced a good deal of self-esteem issues, becoming easy (or at least easier) preys for men with just a little bit of balls between their legs.

He wasn’t such a man. In fact, he might was well have been born a girl, so paltry was his pair. He remembered how it took him an Herculian deal of effort to even just look at a woman in the eyes for the first time—and that was with his fucking phychiatrist! His experiences taught him to never again even try and address a lady. Ever. «Just a waste.» He lowered his head and walked in. «Don’t bother them. You’re just a waste.»

Yet still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl at the register as he loaded the bags on his cart. He sometimes stopped between the lanes just to have another glance at her, all while making sure he’d never pause for longer than three seconds, more or less. He had become quite an expert at being a lurker without being a creep. He didn’t want to make pretty girls uncomfortable, yes, but he also wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of seeing them. «The sight of a pretty woman is a human right,» he sometimes justified to himself.

At first glance, that girl in the counter was polar opposite of one he’d purchased, and not just from the fact that she was, well, actually real. She was slim and very feminine, hardly weighting nine and a half stones, and definitely without a drop of tomboyishness in her whole demeanor. She was an all-around princess, yet she still carried that humbled, honest look of someone who didn’t have all things in life handed in a silver plate—beauty aside, of course.

She looked down-to-earth. Real. Just like him. He loved to imagine how much better the world would be from her point of view. Good parents, great country, strong relationships, calm and peaceful society. How would it feel to have people always smiling when they looked at you? Treating you like a human being? Showing you always the better angels of their nature?

Should feel nice, he sighed. A world less dry, less threatening. A world where he’d be safe anywhere, anyday, not just on Wedsnedays, and definitely not by living at the very edge of the frozen outskirts of Earth.

He calmly placed his items one by one on his cart. Stopping by the frozen goods, he gave one good look at all he’d bought and realized his lifestyle wasn’t all that bad. «I’m not that much a loser,» he smiled, if only briefly. There was not a bit of organic food or spice in sight, yes, but at least he was past the point of consuming only ready-made goods and frozen junk.

Yeah, he still ate like a college student, but at least he’d be a rich college student: there was pasta and rice and beans with expensive sauces and whole pounds of expensive meat coupled with some fancy-ass bottles of juice imported from his native land, of all places, which happened to sell for a pretty penny up there in the Artics. «Heh. Ironic.» He wondered, feeling the weight of the bottles in his hand. «Back there, this thing’d be cheaper than water.» Considering how hard sanitation and plumbling came around, that wasn’t all hyperbole.

There is only so much junk food, after all, one could have before kissing their heart bye-bye. Mostly, though, it was shame: though food did bring him confort, it’d never been to him the end-all, be-all it was for other people. His hatred for growing fat just happened to be much stronger than his pleasure of munching on junk food.

In a way, the things people did to him in his old country did leave a positive side effect on his body—if not on his mind.

He startled himself by throwing a package of meat a little too hard in his cart. The sound of the heavy meat clashing on the metal woke him from those nasty thoughts, only for him to notice that other people were staring at him very intently.

He immediately lowered his head and carried on with his business, rolling fast between the lanes and disappearing from any gaze as quickly as possible.

People could sense the weird and the disease in him. It was obvious for anyone with their minds in the right places: just as beautiful, rich people exhuded the smell of ease and success, he smelled the stench of failure and inadequacy. It wasn’t even that he resented the fact he was made to fail and slumber; it’s just that everything took so long! «Nature could end me now and quick.» He thought, moving along the isles without picking anything. «More merciful, ya know.»

The fact he could have to go for fifty, sixty, maybe seventy years longer in life sometimes made him desperate. Alone in his apartment—his heavenly kingdom—he sometimes screamed to himself, banging his head against the walls, never to be heard. Not that he minded, of course, never being heard. He preferred it that way, that nobody knew of his problems. It was much better than somebody knowing, but not caring. Or worse: somebody knowing… and enjoying it.

He felt the swelling under his eyes and stopped at the middle between two lanes, felling his heart pace and his skin burn, sweat forming on his forehead. There was a slight unease of breath followed by a blurring of his vision. He had to close his eyes and count to ten, twenty… fifty… but the problem didn’t go away as quickly as it used to.

The longer he faced it, the worse it got. The last time he had it this bad… well, it was really, really bad! Back in his old land. In public. It involved slurs and beating. And blood. His blood.

He felt like losing balance, and the image of those shelves toppling on one another like dominoes because of his carelessness burned brightly in his mind. «The manager’ll come. They’ll scream at me.» The swelling and pain got stronger. His hands were trembling, gripping the cart’s handrail like they wanted tear it off.

A voice came by his side. Almost scared the soul out of his body: “you alright, mate?”

He answered just as promptly: “hmm… headache. Big one.”

“Uh.” The stranger gave him a good look and, thankfully, ignored him. Maybe the man saw that he was no good. Maybe he saw he was a foreigner. Or maybe he had feigned normalcy so that the stranger didn’t feel like saying anything else.

Still, it stung a little. Even if it was actually “just” a headache, it would have been nice for the man to ask if he needed anything, or maybe even go the extra mile and offer him some health assistance—like calling a doctor or something. «Nah,» he forged a smile on his face. «I’m good. It’s better this way. This guy made me a favor.» People like him were better off forgotten.

Maybe looking at the beautiful cashier would make him feel better.

It did. At moments like those, he usually didn’t like thinking about women. Brought him back unconfortable memories, you see. It was a useless, anyway, to dream about something he’d never have. That girl, however, made him feel special; she made him feel calm and sweet. It was something ‘bout her beauty, both arousing and delicate, like a lover and a sister, or a goddess who’d turned into mortal just to take care of him.

He didn’t feel too intimidated by her. Was it because she was poor (or at least working class)? Was it because she was young and quiet—an uncommon thing for pretty gals like her—, maybe nerdy or a bookworm, someone even closer to him?

«You should go talk to her.»

That voice. That annoying voice in the back of his head. He shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to physically expel it from within him. «No!» He reaffirmed. He was not to do the same fucking mistake he did… so many years ago.

He turned the cart around and strolled aimlessly throught the market, with nothing else to buy. The calm and ease were gone. He was now just fearful, with his head heavy and aching, his heart picking up pace, the pressure rising as he realized that, romantic or not, he would have to face that girl up-close.

«Come on. You’ve done that already. Many times, even!» He tried smiling and being positive, but was bombarded by a tsunami of vicious thoughts at every attempt. Maybe he shouldn’t leave that place. Maybe he couldn’t. He looked around and tried to imagine himself living in that already-too-familiar store—the same spot he’d been shopping for the past two years and something. «Fuck.» The word exploded in his mind, time and time again: «fuck. Fuck. Fuck.» Like a deathroll inmate, he went to the counter trying his best to not look at the guard.

Don’t disturb her. Don’t you dare ruin her good day and good mood with his presence. Beauty was something too precious to be tainted by his being. It was, in a way, his only way of caring for her: the farther he got from girls like her, or the more invisible he made himself to them, the better.

T’was a nice relationship: he fed on their beauty, they weren’t disturbed by him. Though that girl didn’t know it, she made the world a much better place by just existing and being beautiful—as if her abundance of good blessings somehow trickled down into his empty chalice of love.

«I respect you. I really do.» He thought, growing a hunchback as he put the groceries on the counter. She might have been looking at him. He couldn’t know, of course, not without lifting his head and seeing it for himself. «I could be feeling less stressed by not coming out here so often. But I do.» He raised his head. «All because of you. Beautiful stranger.»

She wasn’t looking at him. Mechanically, like the job had become part of her instincts, she just grabbed the stuff, passed them under the barcode reader, and stashed them on the other side. It was only then that he noticed he’d forgot to hurry up and package the groceries. «Fuck!» Was his first thought. «Hot!» Was his second. These two were his only thoughts, basically: «fuck! Hot! She hot! Fuck!»

Her skin was beyond flawless—freckles included. «They’re like whiskers. Her face is so feline. So… feminine.» Her eyes were aggressively green. Like… «wow!» They were almost two big emeralds dimming every other light in the room.

She barely looked at him directly, and that was nice. She treated him with the casual disinteresst of a tired-ass, bored-out-of-her-mind teenage cashier, one who had to take on those menial jobs just to pay her way through college or something like that.

«Here,» he pondered, «she doesn’t have to worry about college.» He felt another pinch in his heart. Looking around the place, it was easy for him to forget just how clean and tidy everything in that country was, to the point that even an mundane store like that shone like chrome. «Nobody suffers here. It’s like paradise does exist, but it’s meant only for them.»

He felt resentful and a little bit angry, leading him to mutter to himself and—oh!—catch the attention of his girl.

She looked straight at him, a bit startled. “Sorry?” She leaned forward. “Did you say something?”

He staggered. Deer-on-the-headlights look in his eyes. “Nah, nothing.” He said, stammering his way through the words.

“Hmm.” The pretty girl moved the last few itens past the scanner: “four hundred fifty-seven, twenty-two.”

“Uh-uh.” He muttered, swiping his card and getting the hell out of there as soon as his payment came through. There was a brief moment, however, as he was typing his PIN, when he wished she’d recognized him. «I don’t know. I wish she, like, said something.» Maybe asking whether she’d seen him before, maybe commenting on the fact that he’d bought groceries regularly there, same time, same day, every week without fail, or… «I don’t know.» Something. Anything.

The best thing was probably for her to not say anything, of course. Still hurt, though. «Why can’t I do a bloody thing?!» He hit his head with a fist, thrashing the bags on his arms. «You stupid little cunt!»

A car almost ran him over as he crossed the street without looking. When he got to the other side he realized, with great sadness, that he was still alive.

«Fuck.» Feeling his head almost exploding with negativity, he looked back at the store, through the dark, blue-ish windows where he glimpsed his girl, so faintly visible, and then he was calm again. With a long, chill sigh, he turned around and walked slowly back to his place. «This doll can’t take long enough to come.»

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The Doll who Loved me — Chapter 1: The purchase of love

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“I wish I was loved.”

His fingers hovered on the keyboard. Tits. His eyes gazed upon two glorious breasts. He moved the mouse cursor over the “size” option, clicked the dropdown menu, and hovered over the many available options: C, double-C, D-, double-D, E, double-E, F, double-F.

The standard was double-C, which was still some of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He’d rarely consumed porn. Too fake. Too ugly. «Porn women ain’t real women,» he used to think. They were, however, much more real than that, weren’t they?

He wasn’t sure. Those breasts looked much more natural—much more real—than the breasts he’d ever seen in porn. Only the titillating titties of film stars, in the rare moments when they were allowed to shine onscreen, could compare. For all purposes, those breasts were real and gorgeous—yet he wondered if they could be even more so.

He clicked on the double-D option. His eyes almost left his skull. He spread his legs a bit, adjusting his posture on the chair, and felt the fire burning in his groin. Those were truly astounding tits.

«Jesus!» He was amazed by the realness of the pair: their softness, their roundness, their hazelnut shape. It seemed too good to be true—and, given his line of work, a pinch of skepticism was always warranted. After all, there were only images were available. A video or two wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it? Unless the sellers were trying to hide something.

«Still… looks so good, though!»

Yes, it did, and for a damn good reason: if there was a brand that could only stand to lose with false advertisement, it was that one. The most expensive dolls in the market, and one of the few notable companies of its kind that had managed to break into the mainstream: the big papers, the big shows, the big tellies, it seemed that everyone had written or talked about it. Celebrities had gone on camera to gush about their experiences with their products. Sex houses in the Old Riverlands even offered them for people who preffered them over real women—real whores, that is.

“More real than the real deal” was their tagline, and his hard penis seemed to concur. «Fucking… hot!» He found himself rubbing one thigh on other, stimulating his member, even touching and rubbing his pants with his palm, nearly hypnotized into jerking himself off. He shook his hand and moved his warm, cock-smelling fingers back to the mouse.

«Fuck. If this is the reaction a fucking doll has on me…»

He didn’t finish his trail of thoughts. The rest of it was clear and predictable, yes, but still he felt like he should have finished it. When he spoke, in fact, rare was the sentence that ended up intact. He mostly broke them in the middle, too afraid and too ashamed for having spelled them in the first place.

With pressure in the back of his eyes, he selected the largest option: double-F. Now the breasts, once glorious and gorgeous, were bloated into abnormal ballons of titflesh—so much tit that the damned milkers went down to the woman’s navel. He had to click on the previous option several times, instinctively, just too erase that hideous image off his head. He didn’t judge it, though. There certainly were people who liked that sort of stuff. «People will fuck anything, really.» He looked to his own body. «Except me, I guess.»

The double-D breasts were big—massive, in fact—but still believably so. He liked breasts that huge and shapely, much more than most men. The thought of their fertility aroused him. The perfection of the dolls nipples made him pucker his lips and gently suck in the air. He wanted to eat those tits and suck their imaginary milk. Were those globbets of mommy love real, they would certainly be lush, hot, and delightful to touch, never for a day dry of their creamy content, their life-giving nectar.

He was so much closer to the screen, puckering his lips like he was trying to kiss it. He spent so long looking at that doll that he’d basically forgot it was night already, and that most of his room was falling into darkness. Only the burning of the screen in his eyes woke him up. When he straightened up and moved his chair back, his penis hit the top of his desk, forming a visible tent on his pants—a small tent, but a tent nonetheless. At the tip, he could already see a moist, sticky smudge in the fabric. He was lubricating himself, but not yet so aroused that he felt he needed to leave the bedroom and let off some steam—and spunk—in the bathroom.

«Damn!» He bit his lips. «The breasts even got weight on them!» He loved the way the tits arched down on the chest, pulled by gravity. Their silicon (and whatever materials they were made of) was so smooth it actually behaved like real skin in a real breast of such size—or at least, well, how he imagined a real breast would behave. It was firm, yet still meaty; dense and heavy like it was full of milk and healthy fat, but still soft in a very natural, human way.

He spent maybe half an hour looking at those knockers, gawking at their shape, rubbing his penis between his thighs. When he accidently zoomed out and had another look at the full body of his goddess, he very nearly lost it.

She was even hotter the second time around. Exactly his type. «Oh, Jesus!» Poor boy was nearly drooling! Her name was Yara (spelled “Iara,” but who cares), and the site described her as “powerful queen of a long-lost Amazonian tribe.” They even had a cute bio for her, story and all. Just the right amount of cheese to be served with good wine:

Yara is a tall, muscle-bound Amazon for the fearless soldier who love ‘em rough. A goddess amongst queens, leader of women and lover of men, endowned with mystical powers of the forest spirits, this steadfast, unwearying warrior is a match for any men in both the battlefield and the bed. An avid horse-rider and thirsty cock-rider. Are you strong enough to take on her? Nights of fire and fury await!

She stood at exactly six feet tall, and had enough muscle to set herself leagues above even very fit ladies. She clearly belonged to a more risqué, niche selection of the company, and her price tag dearly reflected that.

She wasn’t no monster. She wasn’t no lady either. She was, indeed, like a comic book superheroine, only a little more buff. She had aggressive, bountiful breasts and butt paired with a lady-like trim waist, wide hips, and legs big and powerful as a horse’s. Her construction was so perfect he could even see the strains of the muscle fibers on her thighs, which themselves were each as thick as his own whole waist.

She was big. She was buff. A true gem in an otherwise very samey, predictable roster of babes. Her rareness was only accentuated by a glaring red text blinking above her pictures: “LAST UNITS REMAINING!”

Very few dolls had that sign. «Fuck!» He hated to be pressured for a buy, and he knew how those lame sales techniques worked. On the other hand, he usually could sense when such pressure was valid. Though he had flirted with that kind of buy for a long time, only now did everything seem to align: he had his own apartment and enough savings for such a purchase to not sting him (well, not too much).

«Hundred and fifty grand.» That doll was basically a car. «Fuck.»

It seemed fair, however. She was so tall and thick she easily used up more silicon than two, if not three regular dolls. «She’s just! So! Big!» He admired the thick veins carefully sculpted on her arms. «She’s just… so… pretty.»

Perfect. She felt perfect for him. Even after many years admiring girls of that body-type, he’d never actually found one quite so… right. «It’s like she’s custom made for me.» A doll blue-printed straight ouf of his fantasies. He looked deep into her eyes, captivated by her smooth, royal air of serenity. She really had that stern, peaceful look of a queen, that very suble grim of someone who’s perfectly confident in her own abilities, and who doesn’t need to brag or flaunt them even in the face of the staunchiest opponents.

She was, in short, so completely unlike him.

For a moment, the price didn’t seem to matter. Rather, it was whether he was worthy of even having her in the first place. «What a woman. Fuck.» Even that fake, silicon-based creature felt like too much of a woman for him.

He felt bad. Humiliated. He even considered closing the screen and going back to work—which he should have done about an hour earlier, really. It was foolish to dream with love. Better to not feed his heart any more false hopes.

His finger pressed the right button of the mouse very lightly. The muse’s stern look, however, kept him from hitting that red X on the screen. It was a firm, but caring gaze. Strong and loving. Hard and soft. Her facial features were beyond human—they were almost godly. Though her body was Spartan, her face was cherubic, like a beauty from some Mideastern background. Her skin was so much hotter and more lively than his own palish look. She struck a beautiful balance between the tenderness of Europeans and the strength of North Africans.

«She is, like… perfect. Absolutely perfect!» His eyes glided back to the annoying, blinking red sign: LAST UNITS REMAINING! It wouldn’t be a surprise if she were the very last doll in stock. He had seen that warning on some other premium offers before, and every time, once he least expected, poof!, someone bought the very last one of them, and he’d have to wait at a full year (usually longer) for them to come back on the shelves again. Some dolls weren’t even restocked, and instead replaced by new models entirely. What’s more, older dolls that happened to be resold on other places where offered for two, sometimes three times the original price—which begged the question: who the hell buys an used sex doll??

«From this company, well, I think that, for many people, it’s a risk worth taking.»

While he was thinking, the sign was blinking, the clock was ticking. His work apps were open on the taskbar of his computer, waiting for him to come back and be productive again. It was usual of him to stop in the middle of labor and just… daydream. To peruse useless shit online while thinking about better, more exciting things to do—things he’d never had the balls to do, and never would have.

A trip, a better job, a fresh start. «So many more people have such a worse time that I do!» He thought, punishing himself for being so ungrateful. «Such a worse lot in life.» He looked around his room, which was clean, organized, almost asceptic. «I could be worse off. So much worse off.»

If this line of thinking ever brought him any confort, though, he’d be the happiest man alive. Instead, it only got him mad. Or madder.

The powerful woman kept looking at him, her face both the same and slightly different at every gaze. More compassionate, even. It was like she knew what was going on in his mind; almost like… she was the one—and only one!—who could confort him in those times of need.

He couldn’t find the strength to close his browser—not when that could be the last time he’d ever see her again. «It went for sale yesterday. Yesterday!» He thought, biting his nails. «This red sign wasn’t there when I first saw her. Now, it’s almost out of stock.» Her face was so serene he could hear the waves of a calm ocean in it. «Like she’s begging me to buy her!» Like she was meant to be his!

His indecision got to a point where he found it easier to just get up his seat and walk in circles around his condo—not that it was a very long walk anyway: his apartment was just his bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room slash dining room, and a decently-sized storeroom, with a tiny corridor linking all them together—his bedroom and bathroom to one side, the store and kitchen to the other, and the dining/living room in the beginning of the hallway. It wasn’t considered a studio proper, but only because of some foxy technicality the realters used to upsell that property. It wasn’t a football field worth of space, no, and it wasn’t even his (being rented for a hefty price every six months at a time), but still… it was home—and much better than anything he’d ever thought he would ever get in life.

He walked around the place like it was his very first time. «So calm. So peaceful. Neither downtown, nor the suburbs.» He liked going to his tiny balcony and smelling the fresh air from that twelveth floor, from where he could see the calm ocean shimmering under the placcid northern skies. It was cold—almost bone-chillingly so—but he loved it that way. It made him fell much safer than the unstable, unforgiving hotness of his homeland.

Calmed by the view of the ocean, cooled by the air and the hypnotic sight of the few cars whistling by the streets below, he walked back into his bedroom, where the Amazon goddess still awaited. «You are never going to see me again,» she told him clearly, with all the words.

He looked down. His head felt heavy. A hundred and fifty grand were no piss money. «But, anyway, what else do I have to do with it?» He had worked for so long and lived for so little that he ended up sitting on a pile of cash. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it, for all those efforts to feel like… a waste? If there was one purchase his cash would be useful for, wouldn’t that one be the purchase of love? «Love. I will buy myself some love.»

He sat on the chair, his muse looking much softer, much warmer on the screen. That body! That tall, strong body! How firm and lovely should be her embrace, how tender and confident would her lips feel on his neck!

He refreshed the page. The dool was still there, but the sign… it seemed to be blinking faster, didn’t it? More unforgiving. It was now or never.

«Fuck.» He browsed through the many options for his doll, selecting the small details (he thought) he’d like the most: the type of her hair, the varnish on her nails, the texture of her skin, the color of her eyes. «Green.» He thought, finding the whole combination with her Middle Eastern skin very fascinating. «She looks absolutely beautiful with strong, Northern green eyes!» And so he chose it, going on to other details he felt a little embarrassed even having options for—like, were there really that many shapes of vagina in the world?

In the end, once he had assembled his perfect woman, he clicked the big, yellow buttom at the end of the page, and then only a credit card payment screen separated him from his true love.

He scrambled to find his card. Everything was tidy in his desk, and he wondered if he was being clumsy on purpose just to delay that process and to give himself some excuse to not purchase the doll, not change some things around. It wasn’t only the cost or his insecurities that hurt the most. No. To him, to buy that doll was to admit something intolerable; a truth he’d spent his whole life running away from, but that faced him every day, every time he looked at himself in mirror: «I am undesirable.»

With the card in his trembling hand, he typed the info very quickly, looking away from the screen as he hit the big, bright yellow “proceed” button.

A few seconds passed. After a flicker of the screen, his transaction was confirmed. His love was readied for shipment.

He stood there, unmoving, not a thought in his head. Whatever was done, was done. No reason crying about it now. Just out of curiosity, he went back to the salespage and hit the refresh button one last time. The red sign above the doll was no longer blinking. Instead, the words simply stated: “OUT OF STOCK.” He leaned back on his chair and smiled. «Maybe that wasn’t a bad decision after all.»


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[NSFW/+18!] Seedmaker 4

As I dragged the fifteen tons of muscle man for hundreds of feet with my hand, climbing the steep walls of the crater, I felt my muscles constantly hardening and wrapping themselves in sheets of steel. My mass veritably increased with every step, making the walk even more difficult: my feet sank deep on the ground and many more cracks destroyed our path, creating new canyons through which my horse’s piss could flow. “Fuck!” I roared, and my sight was blocked by the dense steam coming from my inwards. “Power!” I flexed my muscles and felt their shockwaves. “Fucking power! Shit!!” I flexed and hardened, feeling my abs pop and my organs squeezed by the insane musculature. By the time I got out of the crater—half of which, by the way, was then filled with steamy piss—I had grown to over ten feet tall, the muscles in my body so fucking dense I was probably well over four tons in weight, total. “Are you done pissing, my stud?”

He cried. That was pure fear which compelled him to unload tons of gallons into the crater. The massive hole began to overflow, vast columns of yellow steam rising into the air, with a smell so dense it made even my hot skin burn and ache. “Gotta give you that.” I raised an eyebrow upon watching the single, unbroken stream from his prick. “You are hot! Even when you’re nothing but a pussy.” I grabbed his hair again. “My pussy!”

“Oh, nooo…!!” He screamed while trying to push my hand away. “No-ooh!!”

He came. I heard the gallons of spunk blasting through his prick along with his fearful piss. Urine and cum were mixed into his next loads, adding even more monstrous volumes to our environment. With a disciplining kick in his guts and a punch in his face, I made him both shit and puke the milk he had drank from my tits the hours before. My fists were dripping with his blood, and the ground around his skull was cracked and dug again after I landed my punch straight on his nose.

By cramming my hand in his mouth, I pulled his head up and pushed it back, brutally again on the ground. *Boom!!* His penis shot cum and piss as the ground cracked harder, sank deeper. “You wanna suffer? You wanna hurt? So you better not hit mommy anymore.” His tears and grunts were so intense! I responded to them by pulling his head from the crater, lifting it with my hand even higher, and banging it back on the ground with such force that a mile-long crack was formed on the ground. “Are we understood?” The god coughed blood on my face, which was colored crimson by the many splatters. “Oh, I see you’re still not in the mood to talk. It’s okay.” I pulled his head up one more time. “I wonder how many more blows I’ll need to crack your skull open.”

“Please!!” His tears and snort were drenched in blood. “Please, mo-!”

He shut himself up. I smiled. “‘Please’ what?” I looked at him, yet my beautiful bull dared to look away from me, his lips trembling like a child’s.

I pulled his head up. I banged it on the ground. *Booom!!* Mountains far away were cracked. I lifted his head again, looking to his bloodshot eyes swirling inside his sockets. In his ear, I whispered: “‘please’ what?”

He refused to answer. Fine. I crammed his head against the ground so fucking hard that a mushroom cloud of dust and stone was formed around us. Once the dust settled and we found ourselves in the middle of a fifty-feet-deep crater, I pulled his head up again and asked: “‘please’ what?”

His squirmed. The tears begged for mercy. His lips trembled and his body shivered as if under an intense cold. By that time, he had stopped pissin, not a drop more of urine in his bladder. The cum, however, only kept coming: his penis shook and swirled before unloading uneven, broken messes of jizz into the crater I had formed.

Anticipating stronger orgasms, I made the crater even bigger by railing his head against the ground: this time, I banged him three times against the ground, much stronger every time, until the crater had grown to two-hundred-feet-deep and probably a whole kilometer wide.

Pulling his head up again, hearing his weaving, panting breath, I asked one more time: “‘please’ what?”

He refused to answer. His head was met with the usual punishment: *booom!!* His cock blasted cum all over the place. I pulled his head up. I asked him: “‘please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!* I pulled his head up. “‘Please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!!* I pulled his head. “‘Please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!!* Pulled his head. “‘Please’ what?”

No… *Boom!!* His head… “‘Please’ what?”

So it went on for fifteen fucking minutes: head up. Whisper. “‘Please’ what?” Silence. *Boom!!*

“‘Please’ what?” *Boom!!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom!!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom-boom…!!*

After fifteen minutes of torture, standing at the lowest point of a two-miles-deep crater, I felt his bloodied, giant hands on my face, trying not to push me back, but desperately tapping out, begging for mercy.

I pulled his head up. The deep, rumbling sound of my muscle fibers hardening and stretching showed him all he needed to know about my intentions: “do not think I’m not capable of killing you. If I bang your head again, I will turn your skull to dusk.” I stood up, lifting his entire torso with my hand. Tightening my grip on his jaw, I felt my fingers slowly cracking his teeth. Instinctively, the monster began to kick and punch and slap me, but my body was as firm on the ground as an elemental hallmark.

Tightening my grip harder, I cast a deadly look at him. “I will smear your brain all over this crater. I will tear you limb by limb and rip you muscle fiber by muscle fiber if you dare defy me again.” His wailing and kicking stopped. All his limbs laid limp, and his cock had now swayed in defeat. The penis no longer ‘came’ as it only oozed sperm on my feet, still at volumes decent enough to form a lake around me.

My grunts became feral. The rumbling from my breasts made the earth tremble. Growing in size and weight, I sank deeper into the ground, the cracks sprawling so much and so many that the edges of the crater began to unravel. Steam burst from my mouth and nostrils, burning that stud’s face, and his hands now only tapped into my bloated, pregnant belly, both worshipping my superior muscles and begging for mercy.

Pulling his head even higher, as high as I could lift it with my tree-trunk-wide arm, I asked again, very loud, making the farthest edges of the planet rumble. “‘Please’ what?”

As my muscles roared and my entire back swelled in preparation to what would definitely be a killing blow, the monster cried to the heavens: “wh-oo-whee!!”

I dropped him. *Boom!!* The fifteen-ton sack of bones and muscles created a new crater within that crater. With my powerful mare legs bulging, I walked over him and aggressively sat on his chest. *BOOOM!!* The crater became wider and deeper. The sight of my growing muscles, getting harder and more ripped without me even doing anything, turned his face into greater, almost inescapable despair.

Grabbing him by the chin with one hand, I pulled his head back up while leaning closer to it, with my ear turned to his mouth. “What were saying, sweetie?”

I literally heard him swallowing his ego before his whispered back, looking away in shame and disgust: “mommy.”

I dropped his head. *Boom!* Cracks still grew beneath it with its weight alone. “Say it louder.”

He looked away, but not for too long: when he heard a growing, stretching noise, his eyes turned back to see what it was. They saw my right arm rising, with massive veins covering almost the entirety of my even more massive muscles, my fist ready to pummel his face into one bloody mess of shattered bones and crushed brains.

The power was intoxicating! I felt every fiber of my muscles, every nerve cell in my killer body trembling, rocking back-and-forth with unbridled energy; power and heat so intense they threatened to burst through my skin and make my body swell until it exploded. Even then, at the apex of my muscular, sexual being, I felt myself slowly growing further, slowly adding tons upon tons of sheer muscle mass and density to my already strained, hardened muscles.

I was a fucking goddess, and I wanted the whole universe to worship me as such!

I threw the punch. My fist landed on the rock. Phew! If I had landed it on my man’s, it was sure to have transformed it into pudding. Immediately, the crack that formed reached the very bowels of the earth, and all the mountains—and I mean, all the mountains!—that surrounded us, even those many hundreds of miles away, unraveled like dry crackers, turning to dust and pebbles as their surfaces were rocked by many more craters that anyone, man or machine, could count.

Huge canyons were formed from my fist, opening up a large sink below us. Before we could actually fall, however, I grabbed my man by the neck—all fifteen thousand pounds of him—and… “let’s go, sweetie!” I told him, seeing his terrified face nearly cracking thanks to the pressure of his own fear. I jumped, and my leap created a shockwave that ravished the earth behind me; a huge crater was briefly formed under my feet, yet soon it was undone into a massive sinkhole many miles wide, the rocks turned into atomic dust, huge mushroom clouds rising everywhere.

A second later, I was in the air, seeing in great detail the result of my punch: hundreds of miles at every direction shattered, then sunk into the ground, a massive crater forming as if a meteor had just struck the planet. Mountains fell like card castles, rivers were drained by the growing canyons, and a whole new geography was formed out of nowhere. My leap itself carried us for about two hundred miles in the air until I decided to land.

I crashed on a tall, rocky plateau with my man, intentionally smashing our bodies on the ground—mine atop his—, my knees sinking on his abs and my hands still firmly squeezing his huge, monstrous neck.

*BOOOM!!* That new plateau almost unraveled completely after the impact. When all the dust was settled, I was pure sweat and steam, looking at my own rippling physique and getting more aroused by the vascular sheet of muscles that covered me. “Fuck!!” I said, my voice now grave like a monster’s. My man had a horrified look in his face. “Who’s the Alpha?”

He gulped. I pulled my fist up.

“P-please…!!”

With a punch, I made sure to discipline him. Our bodies sank deeper in the rocks. The plateau was shaken to its core by the blow which opened new, deeper cracks within it.

I pulled my other fist up, breathing heavily. “You love that, don’t you?” With my feet, I crushed his monster balls again. *Spluuurt!!* The soft prick throbbed and expelled a massive fountain of jizz. *Splaaash!!* Even at his lowest point, with his cock as soft as it could get… «fuck!» I got the splatters of his jizz on my body, and even with all my power I felt its impact like mighty punches, with all my heart and power unable to vaporize the jizz on my skin. I grabbed the spunk that was glued to my abs with two fingers, then slowly lifted my hand to my eyes.

There was his spunk. His seed. His life-giving ambrosia. I opened my mouth, unrolled my tongue, wrapped it around my fingers, and… “ooooh!!!” Massive jets of squirt blasted, exploded, burst from my cunt, so strong it actually paralyzed my whole waist for a bit. My massive tits hardened so much they sprang upwards, shooting huge gallons of milk dozens, sometimes hundreds of feet into the distance. My entire body was energized and electrified by that mighty gunk. “Shit!! You horse!!” I looked at my husband, my eyes brimming with a candor that gravely contrasted with the beastly hardness of my own physique. “Your semen is even more delicious!!” I pulled his dick up, feeling all its “softness” in my torso. “Fuck. You beautiful baby!”

I crushed that prick. My man squirmed. “Uuuuuh…!!!” Like a bull suffering from a ball-busting disease, he roared and shouted, and the harder I crushed that penis, the stronger it unloaded gallons on my body.

It was amazing, you see, having a soft cock that could unload entire swimming pools of spunk. In a way, it was even hotter than when it was hard; a soft cock was supposed to have no power, yet his… oh! His god-like penis showered us both with spunk! It was so long, mind you, that I was pulling it from his crotch while sitting on his abs! The prick was long enough to slide through my side and come to my breasts, where it unloaded gallons!… oh, and more gallons!… gallons and gallons and endless, juicy gallons of man power.

The crater we found ourselves in was full again, leaving me to carry our bodies uphill one more time. This time, even the inhumane density of that jizz couldn’t make us float; I was just too heavy now. “You see, you can cum like a god forever.” I pulled my man by the dick, squeezing its crown to make it spurt more juices at a higher pressure. “You just need a little incentive.”

The man shouted as I threw him on the dry surface of the plateau. Oh, I swung that bastard by the penis like a ragdoll, and saw his body travel in an arc dozens of feet away until crashing into the ground, forming a new crater there. As I approached him again, the ground kept cracking and crumbling under my feet. I saw the horizon getting higher and higher, all thanks to my body sinking lower on the ground.

“P-please!!” My man was crying, yet his cock kept cumming. “No more! No fucking more!!”

He tried to drag himself away, his powerful arms lifting his immense torso—still much bigger than mine—on the ground. To no avail: the ground cracked easily and his body fell again face to the floor, tears mixing with the lake of spunk he kept coming all the time.

I grabbed that man by a shoulder and turned him up. He faced me, his eyes almost popping out, and I marveled at his once fair, gorgeous Nordic-like skin now wholly battle-hardened, all red and purple after the many blows and pains and months of continuous fucking.

I sat on his crotch again, making it sink four feet into the ground with my weight. *Boom!* I grabbed his balls and felt them now so much smaller in my hands compared to before. “You fertile bull.” I masturbated a single ball with my fingers, feeling its ostrich-egg size much more manageable to my touch. “Oh!” I masturbated it hard! “I can feel your ducts drying out! You are on your limits, yet so much more sperm keeps coursing through your ducts! Mmm!!” I squeezed the ball, feeling its surface bloat between my fingers.

The monster wailed desperately on the ground like a drowning man, and his cock stood diagonally, semi-hard, shooting a long, endless rope of steamy cum into the air. *Blaaast!!* The cum travelled for miles, raining on the ground in massive, weighty drops under the arc, managing to fly past the edges of the plateau and form lakes and oceans of creamy goodness on the earth below.

I grabbed his other ball, now leaning back while also lifting up my crotch and moving my cunt to his mouth. I gave those bull testicles a mighty squeeze, so fucking hard my arms swelled, and you could hear the leathery sound of my muscle fibers stretching and tensing. My horse let out a mighty cry, with tears literally squirting from his eyes and his throat swelling like he was about to vomit out a fucking calf.

I squeezed them harder. “Horse. Bull. My virile, mighty filly.” I moved my body further, placing my cunt so close to his screaming mouth. My clit, at that point, was as big as an average man’s penis—yet that wasn’t shocking considering my gargantuan proportions. My pussy could easily fit a basketball inside it (or a football… sideways!), yet its labia were so strong they could also bend metal bars between them. My crotch as a whole was almost as big as my man’s head, and my pussy finally looked like the right kind of vagina to be penetrated by his monster rod.

My pussy, however, would now and forever be an instrument of oppression, not submission. “My virile, cum-full horse. Can you smell the scent of your mommy’s pussy? Can you?” I wiggled my hips, flexing my cunt muscles loudly. My nectar oozed on the man’s torso, building a huge puddle on it.

“Uuurh!!” The monster let out a powerful cloud of steam on my cunt. Shit! I fucking came!

“Aaahee!!” I closed my eyes and crushed his balls harder, if only to tame him and put him back in his place. My monster cried again, but the bursts of steam from his nostrils kept torturing my poor, muscle Amazon cunt.

“My beautiful monster!” I made him cry yet harder by squeezing and torturing his balls on my fingers. “Can you cum a few more gallons for mommy, can you? Can you, huh?”

“Oh, you fucking…!!” His voice exploded like a thunderstorm again, yet it was quickly silenced by the massive spurt of semen from his rod. I felt his cum-cannon on my back, risen at a forty-five-degree angle, slowly hardening while pumping gallons like a steamy firehose. In my hands I felt the crazed sperm production in his ball sack, with his strained testicles throbbing thrice per second so as to fulfill their quota.

They knew I demanded cum. They knew what was going to happen it they didn’t deliver! Wiggling my cunt closer and closer to his mouth, I felt his mighty rod behind me vacillate. “Uh-oh!” I said as the dick stopped, then ‘coughed out’ very uneven volumes of spunk.

I crushed his balls. “NOOOO…!!!” My man’s voice exploded, then died a second later. Just like I’d experienced orgasms so strong I couldn’t vocalize then, the bull now experienced a pain so intense that he couldn’t roar. His muscles became soft, even wobbly for a bit, like bags of sand, and then the man just cried like a child, contorting his face in utter agony, red like a tomato.

“Are you gonna cum for mommy or are you going to keep pissing these ridiculous amounts of jizz, huh? Oh, baby, baby!” I moved my cunt away just as his lips slowly trembled and moved closer to it. With my hands… *boom!* I tortured his balls!

“AAAHHH…!!!” Again, a shout followed by silence. The semen erupted again from his mighty cock, loud and powerful like an earthquake, so insanely strong that it caused a shockwave around us: *broom!!!* The gush of semen was so thick and strong it made it rain over our bodies, even though its stream was aimed on the opposite direction.

I didn’t let go of his balls, though; I tortured them! I crushed them harder! *Crunch! Creck! Crunk!!* Fuck, those beasts were fucking massive! My fingers sank on them with all the force my muscular divinity could afford; even then, I doubted I could actually crush them. “Holy fuck, my bull!!” In my fingers, I felt my skin tickling. “Oh!!” I threw my head back, hitting his monster cock and whipping his gushing crown with my hair. “Fuck!! Oh, so much semen!” I licked my lips, feeling the waves of power concentrating in my oozing cunt. “So much gunk! So much juicy, seedy man nectar flowing in your balls!” My whole body seized up, my muscles meeting a force much superior than their own: the power of my own arousal! I bit my lips until drawing blood, feeling my crotch get hard and heavy—even heavier than it was, I mean. “Hoooly shit, you’ve got so much jizz in here!” I crushed his balls harder!… and harder!… and so much fucking harder!!

My bull died and was reborn again. “UUUUH!!!” The ground cracked around us. Our bodies continuously sank in it. “OOOOHH!!!” He started thrashing around the place, drilling us deeper and cracking the entire freaking plateau as a result. “NOOO!!!!” His face was constantly crying. “OOOH, NOOO!!!”

I couldn’t help it. It was no longer to torture my man that I crushed his balls. “Oh, my stud!! It’s because of your semen!!” I shook from head to toe, feeling a massive watery bulk sloshing in my vagina. My babies were kicking and punching me at full force; they too felt the intense pleasure their mommy was about to unleash. “Your semen is coursing so fucking hard!” I squeezed those massive cum reservoirs, feeling every individual sperm of the mighty stallion on my fingers.

*BOOOM!!* My man hit his head back on the rock. Our bodies collapsed a few dozens of feet within the plateau, which was now shattered to its core, and the cracks of our ferocious fucking now spread through the desert plains at its base. “FUCK!!” I diverted the strength from my arms to my cunt so as to repress my orgasms as long as possible. I was building up to the biggest explosion in my life. “We’re beasts! We’re gods!!” I looked to that man with demons in my eyes, crushing his balls again and again and…

“UUUUH!!!” He thrashed. “STOP!!! PLEASE, MOMMY, ST-!!”

“Shut up, you fucking male!!” I crushed them harder. “Can’t you even take a tender massage from your female?!” I crushed them and crushed them and… “Jesus, we’re so fucking powerful!!” I looked around, seeing the entire fucking geography unravel around us. “We’re so fucking godly we can fuck an entire planet into oblivion!”

“OOOOOHH…!!!” My man lost himself amidst his countless orgasms and bursts of agony. His head collapsed on the ground and his body stiffened to the max. Below me, with bursts of heat reminding me of solar flares, his muscle fibers stretched and nearly snapped as his body entered a state or orgasmic paralysis. I laughed like a fiend, knowing the power my simple hands possessed over his entire monstrous being.

“By the time mommy’s done with you,” I crushed his balls so much harder, “you’ll be a husk of a man! I will drain your balls so much you will never have sex again with anyone, ever!” My fingers nearly pierced his sack, my nails finally breaking through the near-unbreakable barrier of his skin. Once I felt them drawing blood from him, I lost my breath. “Fuck!” The man only squirmed harder, unable to properly fight in that semi-conscious, fully-delirious state. “I fucking penetrated you!”

Indeed: my nails had clawed into his sack! Now, they pierced a few of his veins—the thinnest and weakest of them, ‘only’ as thick as ‘mere fingers’—making threads of blood flow down his balls like tiny crimson rivers.

His prick exploded with larger and more massive loads of spunk. Even with the pressure of my hands enough to turn coal into diamonds, the semen now coursed as voluminous as even the first days of our fucking, oceans and oceans of burning male broth rising from the crater in a single thread that travelled hundreds of miles into the distance. “You love being dominated, huh?” I tortured his balls with yet more cruelty, drawing blood from them while also trying to pop his veins with my pressure. “Who’s the fucking Alpha?” He didn’t respond; the guy was almost dead, after all! “WHO’S?!” I crushed him. “THE FUCKING?!” You could hear the finger munching on the testicles. “ALPHA??!”

From the depths of his pain, the monster rose again to blast the clouds away with his roar: “IT’S YOU!!!”

I crammed my pussy on his face, allowing my pent-up orgasm to explode in all its volcanic intensity. “Good… oo-aah!!”

I too lost my shit. Fuck!! It all went black in my mind and eyes, and the environment… *BROOOM!!* It completely unraveled and collapsed in and onto itself! It was fucking madness! The upper half of that whole fucking plateau was atomized by the sheer planetary force of our cumming! I myself couldn’t see much of what was happening, of course, for the avalanche of orgasms raptured me into the depths of my own subconscious. I was just cumming so fucking hard it was torture! Every bit of myself exploded! I was dead—or maybe beyond life and death itself. “OOOAHH!!!”

My pussy exploded such powerful cannon of juices that the man’s head disappeared in them completely. His head (and whole torso) were thrown back against the rock, doing much worse than just ‘cracking’ it; it destroyed the entire surface of the plateau behind him. *BOOOM!!!* The explosion made mushroom clouds rise into the sky. The entire top of that geographic feature was shaken and stirred into many layers of wrecked stone, and then shockwaves annihilated its structure by wiping them out clean, shedding foot after foot off the top of the plateau.

The entire massive stone was cracked in the middle, then further cracked and divided into canyons that were hundreds of feet deep. Our bodies sank into the canyons, but our power was beyond divine, not allowing us to collapse as shamefully as our whole environment was: still seeing everything black, completely torn apar from my own mind, my body still acted on its own, and my mouth shouted commands while my eyes were fully rolled back, white with pure orgasms. “Come here!!” I shouted to the man, whose head and body were drilled into the rocky surface by my volcanic squirts. I violently grabbed him by his blond hair and pulled him to my exploding pussy. “Drink me!! Drink me all!!”

With demonic violence and explosive intensity, I came. *BOOOM!!!* The plateau was further unraveled by my catastrophic squirts. There was so much sticky juice exploding from my cunt that I felt my entire body being emptying out of… well, everything! Organs, bones, blood, veins… everything went away in that catastrophic, world-destroying orgasm—out of my body and into the man’s mouth, for my powerful arms kept his mouth now firmly attached to my orgasming cunt.

His nose and eyes almost exploded with my juice. It was so fucking much of it! The beast felt like he had his head in front of fifty firehoses, all blasting at their full power, my squirt certainly powerful enough to shed away and drill the stone behind him. Every time a single thread of my highly pressurized cum hit a stone, it was cut perfectly in half. *Zeep!!* You couldn’t even see the cutting itself; one blink, *zap!*, and then the stone was now divided!

I came and came and came and came, sure that I was about to kill that mighty male with the strength of my orgasms alone! My mighty tits stood up, shooting jets of hyper-condensed milk into the sky. I curled up and attached myself to my man’s head, crushing his skull with my godly thighs, and now humping and screwing his freaking head like a horny gorilla gone berserk.

“ROOOOAARR!!!” My shout was so powerful that craters were blasted around us inside the plateau by the resulting shockwaves from my throat. My muscles all swelled brutally, immensely, with the veins growing so thick and hard they felt like molten lines of steels spreading through my body. My neck itself was a vascular, muscular, masculine trophy of bloated muscles and ripped veins, bulging and throbbing like one giant heart, and producing sounds like not all the lions on Earth put together could ever come close to matching: “FUUUCK!!!” The planet trembled as I orgasmed mightily. “FUUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT, OOH!!!” I threw my head back up and… “OOH-AAAARRHH!!!”

I came. Watery explosions literally drowned us and threw our bodies up in the air. The plateau was wrecked, ravished, demolished, destroyed by the tectonic explosions that my pussy so casually unleashed. Pillars of nectar, cum, and steam rose through every crack. A few massive squirts later… *BOOOM!!* The plateau had been completely erased from existence, with our two copulating bodies now creating a crater where the massive geographic monument once stood.

My monster’s penis was shooting wildly, but its power and strength now dwarfed in comparison to my orgasming cunt. Savaging his mouth and his head with my powerful lips, I unloaded ocean after ocean in a very deliberate, brutal manner, having my muscles all tense up, flex, and harden to accumulate massive loads of squirt within me, then… *BLUUURSH!!!* Unleashing them all in a watery brutality, drilling literal dozens of feet of depth into the crater that surrounded us.

My gigantic thighs were now each as big as the entire muscular body of a freaking bull. My whole sexy self was now closer to eleven-feet of height, with my power and my god muscles only becoming greater, stronger, harder, hotter, more divine at every second. “CUM!!” I roared to my man, forcing him to drink up every ounce of me. “DRINK YOUR FUCKING GODDESS!!”

The belly of my male, once so perfectly ripped and imposing, now bloated so much that I could feel his bellybutton touching my butt. That only gave me an even more murderous frame as I crushed his head harder between my thighs, forcing my legs to ripple and harden brutally, nearly tearing up my own skin with the monstrous swelling of my muscles. The bull tapped, then punched me on my back, but I paid him no heed. “If you’re not strong enough to resist your goddess…!!” I roared right before another mighty set of multiple orgasms—hundreds of thousands for every second—stole my mind away and made me moan and scream like a lush teenage girl being fucked by her strong, hairy, muscular daddy. “Then I will finish you off and cum on your cracked fucking skull!!” I squeezed his head even harder, and the man finally tapped into his beastly self once more.

“ROOOOAARR!!” He roared, and for once I was the once being pushed and drilled against the walls, his body pinning me against the slopes and the floor, his hips humping madly into the air, his god cock cumming into the skies, and his mighty tongue unrolling deeply into my cunt.

“Ooh!!!” My nipples could pierce the skies with their hardness, and my feminine self was fully reawakened when the godly stud conquered my pussy and made my womb his by penetrating it fully with this tongue. The beast broke through my cervix like a battery ram, showering me (and himself, literally) with so many more orgasms I swear I saw the face of God… then punched it! Then broke through the layers of many multiple universes as his tongue broke into my fucking womb and danced near the placenta of my sixteen powerful, muscular, virile children.

The man began to suck me and drink me like a bottle—yet that bottle had endless juice to give! Our bodies swirled and rolled and collapsed over the entire earth, further destroying and massacring it while oceans of his seed flooded the newly formed country-sized craters.

* Three weeks later *

The monster was roaring, exhausted and depleted, as I fucked his cock with my ass while gazing upon the stars. “Remember that… honey?” I tried to speak, my demoness grim and my grave voice interrupted by the jets and spurts of his semen blasting through my mouth and nose. “The first time… fuck!!”

I had his cock inserted right into my stomach—all thirty-something-inches of his semi-hard pillar—and the monster never stopped cumming, albeit at a very uneven, unsteady pace, gushing gallons and rivers of sweet, sexy cum inside me, making my pregnant belly bloat even more immensely that it already was.

The semen exploded through my mouth, through my nose, reminding me of the first time I had that cock anally fucked and felt its powerful discharges stretching all my guts, my stomach, my throat, and my freaking skull.

The night was clear and beautiful, and the entire surface around us burned with the steam and the sizzles of my bull’s freshly-cummed semen. The oceans of sperm were less impressive, though, than the ones he came in our original planet; more lakes than oceans, to be honest, with only his first ejaculations (many, oh, many months ago) reaching hundreds of feet of depth; his most recent orgasms, like the ones that filled me up like the virile fuck-doll I was, were akin to spurts; mere “vomits” of cum from an shriveling, dying penis, with all the energy and blood of my male exhausted by my inexhaustible puss.

“Mommy’s so proud of you!” I vomited his semen on himself, pulling his torso up by the shoulders so as to give him a powerful kiss. “You came so many oceans just to please mommy’s pussy. Of course,” I ferociously pounded his meat, penetrating myself up to the stomach with his jizzing rod without a whiff of pain, “mommy’s much more powerful than your mighty breeder now!”

This time, I was the one who didn’t break sweat. I pulled that male for an aggressive kiss, penetrating him with the thirty inches of my goddess tongue, crushing my hard, pregnant belly against his rock-like abs, and penetrating the fuck out of his stomach with my tongue. The bull tried to squirm away, but that’s was indeed all that he could do at that point: squirm. Wobble. Groan. Beg for mercy. His limbs laid catatonic besides his body. At some point in the past day or two, the literal energy of his muscles had been drained down to its last joule. Now, all that remained in his gargantuan physique was the bare minimum to keep him alive, with his life functions still severely compromised by his cock’s need to always ejaculate, always seed, filling me up with such hot, steady stream of breeding cream.

I couldn’t believe how much of a beast that raging stallion was! Like… even in his dying moments, damn!, he insisted on fecundating me. «Or maybe,» I maliciously thought, «it’s pride. It’s his primal need to not fall to second place… ever!» With my mighty ass, with each glute weighting over five hundred pounds of muscles, each as hard as the core of mountains, I fucked his cock and milked his balls dry. “It’s futile, my stud!” I withheld all his semen on my gigantic belly up until the very… last… second! “I… your woman…” I made my muscles roar! “I am power itself!”

I kissed him and released the stream! *Blooorgh!!* The semen he ejaculated in my anus made its way aggressively past through my throat, like a fucking train, and invaded his own throat and belly while my tongue was still fucking it hard. His abs disappeared under the tremendous swelling of his guts, crushing my own and threatening to push my body away, but I only made the pressure insanely harder by hugging that freaking monster harder and harder and harder.

The ground further cracked behind his back, making the sheets of semen above finally flood the crater. His balls now made desperate, yet furious sounds, in a way sounding much more ominous and dangerous than in the first day he’d ever fucked (and ejaculated in) me so brutally. Those were roars like old, but powerful cruise engines; constant growls only often interrupted by powerful booms, as if his monster testicles had storms and lightning bolts inside. The semen they provided kept coursing through my body in an almost unending, unbroken stream, now flooding his own body through our kiss and bursting powerfully through his nostrils and the sides of his lips.

Eventually, just like he did to me when nutting his epics loads in my throat, his semen exploded past from his stomach and into his guts, and his intestines were brutally unfurled until the semen reached his anus and…

“Oooorh…!!!” I felt the bull’s fear. That was actually the first time it happened to him.

“Shh, shh.” Somehow, I could talk as clearly as if there was not a drop of cum in my mouth, or as if I didn’t have thirty inches of telephone-pole-thick tongue inserted into his mouth, licking and sucking the fuck out of his stomach. “Calm down, my baby.” I held him steady, my muscles easily overpowering his. “This is the best part.”

“OORRHH!!!”

The semen exploded out of his anus in a thunderous flux. The blast was so mighty that it pushed our bodies farther a little, and I could tell my monster bull was still aroused just by how much more powerfully his penis squirted cum into my anus. Sometimes, I allowed myself to rest while his rod injected endless amounts of cream into his system, breaking my kiss so as to bathe him in his junk and lifting my head high up so as to make myself a powerful cum fountain. My massive, solid breasts joined the carnage by unloading endless streams of milk, each of them now much more powerful than even my man’s rod. Then, when I had enough rest, it was all pumping and rocking that cock again with my anus and my guts, making my monster breeding stallion remember just how much a controlled him.

Eventually, I heard his balls ‘cough.’ Like a car on a dying battery, they produced loud, grave, but pitiful sounds of utter fatigue. My entire body hardened and caused the crater to grown wider and deeper; my muscular power was such that now every little movement of mine caused rippling shockwaves through the air, and a single flex of my biceps would be enough to make it swell so monstrously that I literally could lower my arms fully or rest them besides my body. I was fucking pumped!

“Are you dry, my bull?” I milked him anally while the beast just squirmed senselessly on the ground. Though quivering and spasming a lot, my man was gone; he’d entered a comatose state some three or four days ago, and from then on I was basically making love to his body, not to the man himself.

Not that I minded such senseless brutality; at eight months of pregnancy, brimming with life, power, and muscles, I enjoyed testing the limits of both my physical prowess and my sexual thirsty. A genetically superior and supreme woman such as myself, after all, should have no heavy consciousness for using her breeding stallion exactly for what Momma Nature designed him: a fuck-tool of relentless power and even more endless cum.

I stood up, feeling the thirsty inches of his now mostly-soft cock slid out of my intestines and anus. When its monstrous head popped out from my strong anus, I flexed my butt cheeks, and then I marveled at how my two mountains of ass-muscles almost sucked the cock back into the anus. His prick was literally stuck in my rear, and the pressure of my glutes was such that it caused the man to whimper and whine in his dreams: “bruuuh… no…!!” Tears kept flowing from his eyes from time to time. “No more, mommy… please!!”

I crushed the helmet of his cock a few more times, just for good measure. His body jolted on the ground, cracking it further, every time I flexed my powerful muscles: *boom! Boom! Boom!!* After releasing his cock, the sexy phallus fell on the ground. Even though it was almost completely soft, its impact caused the ground to crack and the earth to tremble, and the resulting sound echoed for many miles around us, making even my powerful eardrums hurt.

“Now, now…” I grabbed the slimy snake from the ground. “A little bit of nutrition.” I ate the cock and sucked its cum. I stood with one knee on the man’s bloated belly, grabbing one of his testicles with my left hand so as to pump even more seed through his breeding rod. I had to contain my urge as I felt the titanium-hard ball sack in my fingers; there was no more fat or excess cum in it whatsoever. «Jesus!» I giggled. «You’re really dry!»

Dry, but still fighting: his humongous balls looked like oversized raisins; they were just skin, ducts, and testicles, with the only cum there being that which his gonads produced at a breakneck pace to be instantly shot up by his penis. As soon as the sperm was formed… *boom!* It exploded through his prick at velocities even superior to his very first cumshots, like the bull was trying to compensate for his obvious depletion.

I felt the creamy, sticky semen blasting through his gonads at speeds superior to the sound itself. The bursts of cum exploded on my stomach in powerful jets, filling it up loudly like a tank of hot marmalade, making me feel like I was drinking the hot breeding magma of a fertility god! The snake of his penis was completely “soft”—and by that I mean “dangly” and “wobbly,” for the surface of the prick itself was harder than steel; that’s just how his penis was—yet it still provided my belly with such strong salvos of jizz that even if I blew the massive cocks of a thousand horses, fuck, I wouldn’t get in a year what that virile stallion gave me in a minute.

Even when defeated, the male was impressive—yet I was much more so. “Bah!” I plopped the penis out of my mouth, letting it fall between his legs and squirt the sperm into his feet. “Oh, goodness!” Cum oozed through my mouth, nose, and eyes. Very loud and arrogant and flashy, I licked my fingers while still vomiting out cum from time to time. “That’s enough for nutrition! Now,” I stood up, eyeing his cock with murderous intent, “let’s fuck this beautiful penis one more time, shall we?”

The poor male squirmed, his limbs jolting funnily on the ground. “Noooo…” His voice was low and grave, breaking away so difficultly from his chest, like low grunts into the earth. “P-please, m-master, no…”

I grabbed his dangly cock. “Heh.” I licked it. The feverish heat of its surface was still enough to get me squirting. I sat on my man’s abs, with my back to his face, and cradled that orgasming prick in my arms and between my heavy, titanic breasts, just like one huge baby. “Aww.” I kissed the smooth, perfectly-sculpted surface of its helmet, sucking a little bit of the cum that flowed on it. “My beautiful baby boy is so tired.” I kissed it, bit it, licked it. “So defeated.”

The man wailed. I could see him still trying to gather enough strength to hit back at me. It was futile: the flexing of my goddess ass on his abs felt like punches straight on his guts; judging by his grunts and his stiffness soon after, they achieved their task in immobilizing him. “Poor, poor male.” I spread out my legs, showering his own with my gallons of squirt. “Mommy could take three of you at the same time if she wanted.” Guiding that wobbly cock with my arms, I placed it between my legs, letting it shower cum on the man’s own balls. The burning heat and steams from that semen felt like a sauna at the very heart of a volcano. “Oh, baby boy!” I turned the cock to my cunt. It sprayed me with me “cum! Oh!!”

I came. Fuck!! Even then, my orgasms were so powerful! The fully-softened cock still came like the machine it was! My cervix was pierced and my womb was invaded with seed. My babies were soon swimming and dancing on the cum of their father. In moments like these, they were the happiest they’d ever been! “Ooh!!” I moved the orgasming cock up between my legs, pressing its ginormous head against my swollen labia. For once, I felt something new: the massive dong couldn’t break through the muscles of my cunt, and I was forced to flex my arms and make my shoulders bulge so as to press the cock against the tight seal of my womanhood.

Looking back at my man, I saw the poor thing squirming and crying. His face was being electrocuted by enough orgasms to kill a hundred horses; his muscles were barely holding together! I was over eleven feet at that point, and my muscle mass easily surpassed ten thousand pounds—add the babies in that equation, oh, and I was probably over twenty-freaking-thousand pounds, far surpassing my male’s “petty” fifteen thousand pounds.

“I’m serious.” I spoke either to him or to the cock. With a brutal motion, I relaxed the muscles of my labia and made my pussy open up like the jaws of an anaconda—my anaconda which would swallow his! My pussy, just like me, was big and insanely hard, and at its “natural” distension it could swallow up an American football with ease. The cock of my man, once fully aroused, displayed a head much bigger than a basketball, but now that it was soft, oh, it was the perfect fit for my goddess womanhood! “I could fuck the muscles out of three of you bulls! Ooh!!” I pushed the cock head into my vagina. *Boom!!!* Acting on its own accord, my cunt closed on the cock and literally… *boom!!* Sucked it in! “Oh, god!!” I lifted up my head and placed my hands besides the man’s waist. I was so huge now that even my frame surpassed his! I couldn’t think for too long about that, though: with the soft cock now inside me, I started pumping it. “OOOH!!” The intense pleasure inside myself could barely register next to the orgasmic hellfire faced by my man. The ground continued to cave around us, now at a much faster rate.

“OOOHH!!!” My male screamed. “OOOOAARRH!!!” His tongue rolled out and shivered electrically in the air. I could see sparkles flying around us. His body was in combustion, and his cock was soon about to be ripped by my much superior cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god!!” I lactated powerful jets of milk into the distance as my snatch worked on its own, independent of my will. Even after eight months of near-continuous-fucking, I haven’t felt such brutal, godly power in my crotch: I could feel every muscle tensed to the max, my cunt working that cock with the mastery of a divine breeding machine, literally coaxing more cum out of its balls with its titanic suction powers! I had done something similar, indeed, with that cock by sucking the milk straight into my throat. That time was different, though: that time, it was my cunt, with its myriad of inner muscles, which sucked his balls dry, and the power and pressure it resulted was enough to create gradual, increasing *booms!* around my waist. “Oooh!!” The squirt exploded from the seal of my labia. My lips crushed that cock with steel-bending pressure—and that was plain to see by the bending they caused on the cock’s surface—yet my juices kept exploding at higher pressures, showering woman-cum on the surroundings thanks to the planet-core-busting pressure inside my womb. “Oooh-uuuuh!!!” I leaned back further and further, taken hostage by the suicidal aggressivity of my raging cunt.

My lips and the whole muscular insides of my vagina began to suck the cock itself deeper and deeper, my labia literally pulling the beast in like a mouth sucking on very heavy noodles, and I felt the serpent fill me up completely while ejaculating volcanic loads within me. Soon, my belly was bloating hugely, yet the excess cum burst along with my squirt through my cunt at greater volumes, like a dam of semen again burst in my recesses. “How do you like that, stud??” I let my cunt do its job; it sure didn’t need any help destroying that cock on its own! “I ain’t even doing anything!!”

My beast roared, and I took the opportunity to bend over backwards like a gymnast and mark his face with a kiss. I pushed his mouth into mine and slid my tongue inside him again. Looking at his quivering face, I made sure to blink normally and look as casual as possible as I tongue-fucked his throat. While my cunt pumped his dick like a thousand women, I made my pièce de résistance by casually speaking to him through the sides of my lips: “you see? You’re nothing next to me!” I kept piercing his throat with my tongue while letting my cunt eat up and suck his dick dry. The filthiest cruelty, though, was yet to come! “Let me show you what your Alpha can truly, truly do!” I could hear him screaming into my mouth, yet his agony only got me hotter! And more determined!

Lifting my horse-like muscular legs into the air, I stepped brutally onto his balls, masturbating them viciously. *Boom!!* Like something had snapped in my cunt, I began to suck that penis so hard that my cervix was broken like butter, and the monster snake was abruptly pulled into my fertilized womb, cumming its loads straight into my placenta.

“I would ask you to fill me, but you no longer do the pumping here.” I destroyed his prick with pumps so almighty shockwaves burst from my crotch. “This is not your cock. This is my cock!” My foot-masturbation on his balls turned lightspeed. “Let me show you the power of Earth’s mightiest woman!” Ferociously squishing his balls and cunt-pumping his dick, I made my muscles swell. “I’m a goddess!!!” I could not resist screaming to the skies. I had to! “I’m a fucking, almighty goddess!! Now FEEL MY POWER!!!”

Oceans of cum suddenly exploded inside of me, and my sixteen children almost grew in size and musculature themselves as they felt the steamy invasion of their father’s liquid on me. My toes on his ball sack were so fast, so powerful, and so vicious that the ground under his testicles caved in much faster than the surroundings, soon drilling his butt into the earth until we were both sort of “sitting” on a hole, and then sinking much faster along with the entire unraveling space. Earthquakes thundered as my fingers drilled the jizz out of his balls, competing with my cunt to see who was the most powerful milker.

It was the cunt—undeniably the cunt! The jizz coursed through the prick at supersonic speeds, and my cunt pumped it with such divine and perfect technique that the “pumps” were actually just one long, unbroken sucking—and what powerful sucking it was! My male roared, banging his head against the earth and putting all his muscles on a permanently-flexed stance. All the water had been drained from his body, and now I felt I was draining his muscles themselves!! He was considerably leaner than when he’d fallen asleep, and even his almighty testicles, which normally shouldn’t get any smaller than ostrich eggs, were now shrinking slowly, but noticeably under my powerful feet. I pumped him and milked him while possessively marking his face with my tongue, licking him just like a very horny woman would lick her favorite Alpha stud.

“How about we stop playing and start fucking, heh?” I lifted my hips juuust a little. “Heh, my stud?” I kissed his cheeks, very cute and cuddly. “Okay, my baby darling. Mommy’s gonna savage your dick now, okay?” I winked at him, and my crotch was raised juuust a little bit further up. “Okay! Let’s fuck!!”

The world absolutely ended for my man as my pussy began to properly raze that gorgeous cock. Even in all its exhaustion the prick couldn’t stay fully soft anymore, spewing gallons inside me at a pace now to fill entire continents with spunk in an hour! My womb, cervix, and hips were stretched to their very widest, unloading all the spunk that monster erupted in me. That wasn’t even the beginning of the beginning as I started to hump on that cock as if my life depended on it.

It truly did. «This is a battle of wills!» My hips went up and down brutally, quickly, fatally, crushing that cock under the divine pressure of tens of humps per second; they slowly turned into one large blur in the night as I drew deeper breaths and made sure to never stop increasing that deadly speed! I was on a killing spree!! Cunt sauce and man juice exploded all around us, filling the hole we dug ourselves into and slowly lifting us back up to the edge of the crater.

I pushed my feet against his balls and ground those testicles on the soil whenever possible, fucking his man-rod while executing a pumping operation with my pussy that made me feel like a thousand fuck-machines built entirely for the purpose of pleasuring him—or emasculating him! Harder and harder and harder, I pounded his soft cock with my pussy, dragging it deeper in me with the atomic pressure of my pussy walls. His semen exploded and spread heavily on the ground while my juices were dynamited into the air.

Even my cumming was much more powerful than his own! Cradling his squirming face in one hand, rubbing his cheeks on mine, I heard him whisper and cry while shedding some tears of my perfect face. “P-pleeeease!!!” His tone was now childlike. He puckered his lips towards me, not for kissing, but for suckling on my milky tits. “Mommy, no more! Please, mommy…!!!”

I fucked him harder. Our juices exploded everywhere. Cracks were formed, continents were split—and I was still just warming up. “Mommy’s not gonna stop until she’s milked every last drop of you, my baby boy.” Abruptly, I took my feet from his balls, lifted my massive legs up again, and literally rolled around his massive dong like a rotatable chair, sitting on his crotch with my huge, lactating breasts now facing him. My humongous (yet always ripped) belly basically prevented us from hugging tightly—but I was not one to let even physics itself dictate my actions! Grabbing my super male by the shoulder, I pulled him for a kiss—and a ravaged his dick harder, harder, harder, harder…!!! “Come, my baby!” I slapped him a few good times, and my blows made the earth explode around his face. “Baby boy want some milk?” My calm, tender words contrasted monstrously with my earth-shattering fucking of his tool. His cock was no longer only soft, but it was actually shriveling! Inside the warm, gushing contours of my perfect cunt, I felt its sturdy surface gradually thinner, my megalomaniac pounding sucking the very life force of that semen.

Leaning back briefly, crushing my man’s neck so as to prevent him from drawing closer, I slapped his balls and felt them literally screech, a new age dawning on our massive, over-fertile bodies: his balls were dry! Well, not entirely: gallons of cum still were pumped into his sack every single fraction of second, making the ocean blasting from my cunt look even harder than before, but the balls themselves now couldn’t produce as much semen as the dick was cumming. His shriveling genitalia was actually screaming and dying out, his muscles literally (and visibly) deflating everywhere! The testicles were not producing cum because he himself was cumming; they were producing cum because I was sucking him! “Come on, horse, come!! I want many more oceans of thick sperm coming out of your cum bags… NOW!!” I literally punched his balls, and my man would have howled to the moon if he had any energy left in him. The semen burst in massive spurts through his ducts, but the once tireless streams were now just huge marbles of cum separated by utter dryness in his ducts. His balls looked worse than dry: they were over-exhausted and about to literally implode!! Segments of their surface caved in, just like the ground around us. The testicles began to rise and meet my man’s pelvis, literally sucked up by my ferocious pumping.

“God!!” I lifted myself to his shoulders, twisting and turning my convulsing cunt so as to literally seize the movements of his legs. With a tremendous, crushing pressure… *crunch!!* I squeezed and pulled his cock so hard my man stood up in a reflex, and remained standing for as long as I crushed his dick. His entire body was harder than iron, no longer because of his titanic strength, but because of my demonic pumping: his legs were literally controlled by my cunt now! Every time I power-pumped him, creating shockwaves on the earth, he gave little jolts, jumping on the cracking land beneath us. “My baby wants mommy to emasculate him, huh? Huh?” My cunt fucked his rod so brutally that his balls smacked his pelvis loudly: *smaaack!* The bull began to shake like a bamboo stick on an earthquake, his veins and arteries literally shifting all around his musculature, so close to snapping and exploding through his skin.

My pussy sucked his cock so fucking harder that my entire, over-filled womb rose with it and my babies on my body, and the man’s crotch was literally pulled and stretched from his hips! I heard his skin stretching, and soon bits of it snapping as the monster cock hit the very top of my womb, then travelled along my babies to the height of my stomach, were it rested. If it went just one inch further, his genitalia would have literally been ripped from his body! The man often times leaned back, as if about to fall, but the tremendous rigidity of every fiber in his being literally prevented him from collapsing!

I bit his earlobes and restrained my movements, happy with the knowledge that, if I wanted to… “I can rip your cock off with barely any effort!” I whispered to him. Oh! My entire being wanted to punctuate my words with even stronger pumps on his words, but again I put a pause to my savagery. I literally couldn’t fuck him harder without maiming him! I didn’t want to! “My pussy is barely at ten percent its power.”

“Mmmmr-mmph!!!” The beast grunted, shedding constant rivers of tears on his quivering, bloated face. I licked him and pulled his nipples, making him cry harder and whimper for mercy. He probably wanted to say “mommy” or “mistress” or anything like that, but he literally couldn’t anymore: his massive body was considerably smaller and shorter, his fifteen thousand pounds reduced by two or three thousand, his fourteen feet of height slashed by one or two feet. With the power of my ever-pumping cunt, I had matched that giant! As the cherry on top, crowning his utter humiliation, I lowered my legs onto the ground and pressed my feet on it.

My feet met the cum-ridder soil, but my knees were still a little bent. With a smile that would have made even Satan blush, I placed my fists on my hips and made my muscles soar, pulling back my entire body… and lifting that man off the ground by the penis!

 “Look at that!” I flexed my muscles so as to lift him higher and higher! “Months ago, I was the one being pinned to your cock pounded effortlessly tens of feet above the ground without you having to use your hands! Now…” I crushed his cock harder, and his body rose higher and yet even higher! “I am the one lifting you by the crotch!!”

Barely giving my man a second to think, I closed my arms on him and crushed his entire body. *BOOOM!!!* Semen and lube exploded through his every hole in his face, emptying out all his insides. The man could barely breathe, yet I crushed him hard until I could feel my palms piercing his muscles and my fingers meeting his bones. If he didn’t break into a billion cracked bones and torn-up muscles, it was only because I still limited my full strength to “ten percent!” I laughed. “Only ten percent!!”

That man could be fucked and devoured whole by a hundred thousand demonesses, and he would still barely do to his prick what I was doing to it with barely a conscious thought. My thrusts were animalistic, probably much more so than his own when he started fucking me. Grabbing that man with my arms—my whole body!—I thrust myself brutally in his cock time and time and time again, each blow making the earth shake and sink, and each motion propelling up both forward until, many minutes later, I was thrusting on him while crushing his back against the slope of another mountain. Behind us, countries-worth of fracked earth and torn-up soil.

I planted my hands besides his face. I looked at him like a hungry male about to devour his sweet pussy. “I’m the man now!!”

I fucked him! Girl, the entire mountain behind him exploded into two different halves, and his body quickly collapsed inside it, being drilled deeper and deeper by my cunt ravishing his dong. My fists turned the stone to dust so quickly that I often found myself struggling to grab on something, and by the end of those endless minutes of savage fucking, I figured it was much better to hold the male in place, hugging him by his waist and shoulders, and just fucking him up-and-down, just like a very strong man would fuck his woman like a sex doll.

I licked that male possessively, marking my territory with my scent. His thirteen-thousand pounds of dried out muscles now hopped in the air several times per second, the ground ceding and caving in quickly beneath my feet. His softened cock was almost pure liquid; my pussy had sucked and pumped and crushed to the point its surface felt spongy and shriveled. I lifted one eyebrow while still savagely pounding that male; my diabolic chuckles could be heard amidst the booms of my thrusts. “What? No dick anymore?” I made him stiffen by squeeze-twisting my pussy on his cock, almost tying a knot with his breeding flesh. “Is my pussy too strong for your pencil dick, huh?” I licked him again. “Huh?”

After mere minutes after that sentence, his body itself answered for me—an answer, in fact, which was the most amazing I could ever get: his prick throbbed and swelled and puked a few more gallons of seed inside my womb, each load now ridiculously small compared to even his smallest loads from a few months ago. That male was devastated beyond comprehension, yet still each of his loads were incomparably larger than any regular male—superior even than the full seminal ejection of a couple donkeys.

Then, with crying agony, I hear his prick ‘cough’ and weaken: desperate loads burst into my womb, failing to even make my babies tickle. The penis curled up on itself, shrinking and shying away like his balls had. Then, the loads just… stopped! My pussy instinctively smelled something wrong, and actually went out of its way to breathe life back into that cock, to the peril of literally ripping it off! “Whoa, girl!!” I hugged my man tighter and lifted him higher while lowering my face to speak to my pussy: “calm down!” My cunt, however, was furious: how dared that cock stop cumming! It was like a faithful refusing to pay tribute to its goddess! I don’t doubt that, in a punitive rage, the haughty genital literally wanted to consume and eat that penis whole, and I had to grunt and snarl at it, like an Alpha wolf to its puppies, to make that bastard cunt obey me again: “stop this now or I will finger the fuck out of you!” My pussy trembled, still wanting to rip that cock from the crotch. “Arrogant cunt! Don’t you see you’re hurting him?! Enough is enough!” I cupped the quivering, twitching face of my man and kissed him, now pumping his dick more lovingly, massaging every inch of it instead of destroying it. “Are you out of juice, my beautiful stallion?” My lips met his cheeks longingly and passionately. “Are you empty of cum? Don’t you be ashamed if you are.” I caressed his hair while sucking his earlobes. “You gave me the fuck of a lifetime.” I pumped his dick to show that I supported him wholeheartedly. “You are an amazing stud.”

Despite all his near-death condition, the male managed to shiver and grunt following my compliment: “ooh!!” His dick sprang back to life, if only to shoot its final, swan-song of cum inside me: *bluuursh!!* My womb was heated one last time by his steady cum before the dick died out completely, shrinking to half its usual size and popping out of my womb to nest in my vagina.

“Mm!” I rolled my eyes beneath the lids. “Cozy.” The giant dick was nested inside my pussy like a giant snake. Its length was barely twenty inches now, and its girth could be easily encircled with two hands (though a single hand was still out of the question). The beast was as dead as a penis that enormous could be, and I didn’t doubt that, next to the frame of such a giant male, it actually looked small, even tiny—a monster reduced to a micro-dick thanks to the power of his lay’s pussy.

The coolness of the monster said little about the heat of my cunt. If anything, my body was in rage! “Fuck!!” I felt the cunt chewing on that prick, still aggressively trying to harden it up again. “Will you give us a… oooh!…” I shivered and cleared my throat. The orgasms, fuck! They were eating me up alive. “Give us some space, please!”

«NO!!!» I could hear my pussy roar to me. It was wild, it was beastly, it was animalistic! My body was communicating to me so clearly on a subconscious level, to the point that I was now connected to the spirit and soul of my every muscle and organ—none as strong or loud or demanding, of course, as those of my hungry, tireless cunt.

My man trembled in my arms, lifting his huge legs up to wrap them around my hips. Shivering like in a cold, he rested his head on my shoulders, snuggling up to my neck, and begged: “mommy! Mommy!!” His voice still so grave! “No more!” He cried, and my heart was struck with pity. “Please, mommy, no m-”

“Shh, shh.” I kissed him tenderly and laid his back on the ground. I rested on top of him, slowly lifting my hips up and pulling my pussy away from his dick. «Damn!» I thought. «Bitch’s got a bite like a fucking crocodile jaw!» The dick would move, and my man felt tremendous pain on such a godly squeeze. “Hey, baby boy…” I kissed him, making sure not an inch of his perfect face was untouched by my loving hands or an inch of his lips was uncared by my wet, kissing lips. I smooched him like crazy, smothering him with my sweet mommy love. “My beautiful baby boy. You fucked me like a pro. You earned your rest. Mm!” My pussy, damn it!, wasn’t collaborating. “Now let mommy protect you from all who wish you harm.”

Abruptly, even angrily, I sank one hand in my crotch and pierced my pussy with my fingers. Fuck! That bitch was as hard as iron! Sensing my aggression, it literally trying to break my fingers and suck that cock all the way back into the womb again, so hard and so unyielding that I actually had to use both hands to just halt its pressure, and then I had to divert all the power of my body to my arms and shoulders while I literally tried to split open my labia, opening them up like two giant doors of solid iron. “You fucking… cunt!!” Literally. Gallons of cum and squirt exploded as I roared and breathed fire and steam, trying to open that fucking thing! “Open up, you freaking cunt! Damn it! Fuck!” The smell of thick penis proved to be much temptation for the cunt, though. If I wanted it to comply, I would need to offer it something in return. “When I told ya I was going to finger you, did you think it was a punishment?” The sturdy labia twitched in my fingers, signifying that the pussy was listening. “You stupid cunt! That was a promise! A prize!” I smiled, feeling my muscles sore with that strenuous effort. Being fucked through mountains? Nah. Fucking a man like Satan himself? Nah. Literally cracking a planet open with the power of my thrusts? Nah, nah, nah! It was trying to open my pussy that finally made my muscles hurt! “Idiot cunt, come on!” I licked my lips, feeling the milk gushing through my nipples. “I will finger you ‘til you bleed if you… just!… stop!… resisting!!”

*Boom!* My labia ceded. The cock was freed. *Floomp!* With a loud, wobbly noise, the sexy beast rested on the man’s thighs, a shriveled shadow of its former self. Bursts of jizz blasted through my cunt—my jizz, not his. Squirt after ocean of squirt exploded with such intensity that the blasts literally cut through my man’s iron skin, making him bleed on the cracked soil. “Fuck me!! I’m on a fucking roll!!” I moved my cunt to the side and fingered the unyielding clit. Blast after blast after earth-shattering blast cracked the ground and cratered it, with my powerful muscles booming and roaring as if the night had just begun.

The moon shone neatly to me. I turned my cunt up and blasted my spunk into it. “Fuck!!” I blasted. “Fuck!! Oooh, fuck!!” I didn’t want it to be like that, so sudden and unceremoniously, but my pussy was raging and my clit was demanding payment of my promise—immediately! «You said you were going to fuck me!!» My clitoris spoke within my mind, releasing wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure through my crotch. «Now fuck me!!» My fingers were compelled to obey: they slid inside the cunt’s labia, crushed ferociously by its grip. «Fuck me like a thousand stallions!!»

I laughed. My tits hardened and gushed milk into the air. “You…!!” Still, I was struggling to catch some breath. “You stupid little cunt! A thousand stallions?!” I laughed some more, and then I turned down to that vagina with my eyes glazing red. “Haven’t you seen what I can do?!” I sank both hands between my thighs, ready to massacre myself like I did my hunk. “Im’ma fuck yo lips like a million goddamned horses!!” Both hands penetrated my pussy. It had begun. “Fucking die, you fucking cunt!!”

The gushes that followed could be heard from the other side of the solar system.

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I didn’t plan on masturbating. To be honest, I never quite much liked touching myself: once I came of age, I had any dick and any muscle stud I wanted in the palm of my hand. Whenever I so desired, I could just call the hottest man on the planet and he would fuck me quinny to exhaustion—though, to be honest, it was always much more probable that he would be the one exhausted first.

“Fuck…!! Oooh, FUCK!!” My powerful grip cracked the ground. Mountains turned to dust as I ground my back against their slope. All around me, strong, sturdy rocks unraveled in a mess of pebbles and dust as my fingers ferociously beat my pussy into submission—only to be beaten back by own perfect organism.

Sex with my hunk had never prepared me for that. I was honestly astonished by what I could achieve—and now, for once, I was the one being scared shitless by such power. “FUCK!!” With planet-shaking bursts, my pussy unloaded oceans on the floor beneath me, cratering it with its meteoric power. Entire continents were still being destroyed around me; I was a mere human, yet that whole planet would be cracked by my power and flooded by my cum—and that wouldn’t still be enough! “Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!!” I banged my hand against the mountain slope, further cracking it.

My kids jumped inside my bloated belly. Despite having a pregnant swell as big as a fucking minivan, my body was still ripped and bulging with gorgeous muscles. If anything, I was the ripped human being and creature in the universe! Even rhinos would struggle to match the power I had in a single leg, let alone in the rest of my goddess body. “Fuck yeah!!” I breathed fire through my nostrils. Literally: the flame escaped my nose while my fingers redoubled and re-redoubled and re-re-redoubled again the power of their fingering, beating and crashing and destroying that pussy, fighting to reach its exhaustion point and the endgame of all that masturbatory madness. “I’m a god!!” My muscles boomed and bulged whenever I realized my inhuman perfection. The gushes of orgasms increased noticeably, whole Niagaras exploding through my cunt. “I’m a… ooh!!” I licked my lips and rolled my eyes. “I’M A FUCKING GOD!!”

The mountain turned to dust behind me, and my body sank within it as my fingers drilled deeper and deeper inside my cunt. The body of my stud was nowhere to be seen. I had probably fucked myself through a whole continent at that point, and the stud would likely have been floating on the steamy, creamy oceans of my spunk.

The powerful labia shivered and trembled, bloated like enormous fruits of fertility. «Is that all that you can give me?!» They screamed at me inside my mind, their voice just like mine, but much more ferocious and insane.

Their timbre made me cum. I felt like a submissive female all over again in the arms of a much more massive, much more virile stud—and I myself was that stud. Fuck! «Do you have any idea how much we’re holding back?» My cunt spoke to me, building up a pile of unbelievable orgasms within my womb. «Cum!» They demanded, and my mind blanked up in a swirl of electricity. «Little harder now!» I collapsed, my back squirming madly on the ground. Pussy juice rained all over me. My juices were so strong and highly pressurized they exploded into tiny flames upon contact with the ground. Still, the blasts were only now starting to get hard! «You’re just as week as the man you fucked! You should be ashamed of yourself!» My labia tightened so hard on my fingers that I heard my bones nearly dislodged. The pile of pent-up orgasms started to slip through my womb, contaminating all my muscles and my nerves. «Harder. Harder!! Fuck us harder, you weak woman!»

“Jesus fucking… OOH!!” I cracked the ground with the repeated banging of my head and the powerful jolts of my entire, over-muscular body. My ripped cunt had just about lost all its patience with me: «you don’t deserve pity.» Then, it…!! «Take it! Take it all!»

The orgasms were unleashed in me, and the entire valley I was masturbating at the moment cracked, caved, and collapsed under the shockwaves of my destructive, apocalyptic orgasms. Explosions of cum and fire wrecked the ground between my legs for miles into the horizon, and the bustling dam of nectar from my cunt made it rain constantly and hard all over that continent—a storm of nectar as hot as lava and as thick as the thickest male semen!

For a moment, I wished I was dead. That pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before—I had had fucked through mountains and whole planets with a giant hunk of muscles! I had taken a 60-inch-cock pounding on my pussy with the power of fracking machine for eight months uninterruptedly, yet only now was I experiencing through pleasure—a pleasure, I figured, only a woman as big and massive and hard and muscular such as I could give myself.

“OOOH… FUCK…!!!” I travelled through whole galaxies while feeling the cum invade my every nerve. “GOD!!!” As good as my stud had been… damn! Only I could properly fuck myself.

To the fearful shivering of my cunt, I lifted my head up, with my back laid on the ground and my legs spread open. Making the skies tremble, I laughed at that swollen cunt. “Nice orgasms!” I firmed my muscular fingers on its labia. “But I’m afraid you’ve be laxing.” With an aggressive swelling of my arms, chest, and shoulders, and penetrated myself deeper. “Mmm… this!… this is how you fuck!!”

My pussy screamed and blasted even stronger jest of nectar as I fucked it with my hands like they were two giant penises belonging to muscle gods of sex. You could barely see the movement of my arms as I penetrated myself so intensely and so hard and so deep that even my cervix was ravished by my fingers. Not only were the thrusts intense enough to crack the ground beneath my hips, but my ten fingers had the full mobility that was expected of a goddess’s limbs, and they insatiably masturbated… every! Fucking! Inch!! Of all my insides!

The explosions of cum appeared to warp time itself, each blast turning day into night, then night into day. There were moments when the rain of my own cum was so intense I could barely breathe under its torrential pouring, and other moments when my blasting was so hard and so voluminous I’d managed to drown myself under hundreds of feet of pussy cream. Under the nectar, I could hold my breath for hours on end; there was literally nothing I couldn’t achieve with that superhuman body, especially when I was giving myself so much pleasure and drilling from my insides so much cum!

It was then, in the middle of all these hellish orgasms, that an unexpected pain struck my core; I could feel it within my crotch, like the strike of a burning spear: *booom!!* I was already breathless because of all the orgasms, but that new, hard-hitting pang made me almost puke my lungs out. In a very different way than all the orgasms that came before, my guts began to churn, my belly bloating and booming harder and louder. I was in labor!

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Hello, my beautiful honey buns! I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s chapter of my “Seedmaker” series.

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I do not know if I’m ever publishing there again, at least not when it comes to erotica. I’ve got a pretty stern warning from Amazon about my particular type of, *cahem,* “content,” so anything that pushes the envelope anymore with them, you know, might be one push too far.

MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL (PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION, NOW)… I’m writing my first ever novel! Yeah, right? Woo-hoo! In all seriousness, though, I LOVE how the novel is turning out. It will be a mix of erotica (of course) with “serious work,” dealing with some pretty heavy topics.

I kind of avoid speaking to much about it, though, as it is a work in (very early) progress, but I just really want to let you know that, yeah, I’m working on a novel and, once it comes out, it would simply be the BEST if all of you came out to check on it and let me know what you think of it. In terms of support, oh, that’d simply the BEST THING EVER for me, so keep this note in mind! 😉 ❤

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There is absolutely NOTHING there, though, so… really… I dunno… just leaving the link here just in case. I hope to develop the platform one day, but right now, yeah, I’ve got my head on too many other places. Thank you for your attention, my mares and stallions. See you next week! :*

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A giant demoness CRUSHES her sexy angel with countless orgams by fingering her, milking her, and so much more! [FREE PAGES]

The demoness smiled as her angel screamed, feeling like a goddess of hell as the muscles rippled through her body and the veins made her arm bulge and swell. She wouldn’t have been bigger or heavier even if she were made of pure iron. The demoness was a 11ft-tall, 800-pound monster of muscles and power… and she would now completely destroy her angel with all this power.

“All these muscles, my dear, used for just one thing:” her eyes beamed with the fires of hell, “crushing your cunt!

Nooo…!!” The angel almost shot tears through her eyes, so intense was her agony.

The demoness relaxed her arms and led her hand to the angel’s steamy cunt. Her hungry fingers wasted no time in flickering every inch of her engorged labia and her raging clit. The cunt felt immensely hard and hot as the demoness performed the very first motions, creating an avalanche of orgasms in the poor angel’s body.

Her hair spiked up and lightning bolts burst from her skin. Her screams shattered all the glasses in the room, with its huge chandelier blowing up and swinging threateningly in the ceiling. Sharp pierces of glass rained down on the demoness, who nonetheless kept her pose as her fingers raged in the pussy.

Three fingers sank deep into the cunt, and for a second the demoness whelped in pain, feeling a burn in her whole palm as the cunt was short of breathing fire. “Holy fucking shit, angie! The fuck is all that heat??” Steam burst from the angel’s every pore. “Damn!!” The demoness felt the incredible pressure almost tearing her bones into pieces. That cunt alone had more muscle power than a horse kick. “You fucking bimbo bitch, aarhh!!

The demoness’ thumb massacred the angel’s clit while her pinky splurged on her labia, and her three middle fingers performed pussy-genocide in the depth of that cunt, fumbling her cervix and venturing into the womb as the angel replied with oceans of lubes gushing at scorching temperatures –enough to make the demoness scream in pain. “Fuck!!”

Despite her agony, the demoness redoubled her efforts, and the loud, roaring sounds coming from her angel’s tits reminded her that they had gone too long without a good suction. “Give me your mommy cream, bitch!”

FUUUCK…!!!” Lumina screamed endlessly as the demoness’s mouth was bloated with gallons of juices. For the first time in ages, her belly started to grow.

Moved by her powerful orgasms, Drayla’s spread her wings and flapped them, making the demoness hover on the ground, then on the bed.

As the nectar was pouring through the edges of the bed like several waterfalls, a strong fire grew in the angel’s womb, burning her eggs and cooking her ovaries while the demoness unleashed lightning bolts from the tip of her fingers, seizing her entire body in one long, powerful, soul-stealing orgasm. “Let me show you show a few of the tricks us demonesses learn down here.” She ravished Lumina with mighty lightning bolts from her fingers, feeling much of the orgasm ricochet back into her own body as the angel became stiff like metal rod.

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A muscle giantess CRUSHES and ANNIHILATES a smaller fitness girl! / GALLONS of squirt in these filthy FREE erotica pages!

The little girl then started to violently, uncontrollably hit her with mighty blows, throwing her head, her legs, even her ass against her muscles, screaming like an animal as she fought like three huge bodybuilders. Her strength was such that Vanessa couldn’t could her up for too long; she was just too unprepared by that surge of power to quickly adapt to it.

“Fuck me!” She dropped that woman, who quickly lept to her left and landed about ten feet away from her. As Vanessa and the other girls looked at her, it was almost as if that girl had transformed into a different beast.

“Well, would you look at that.” Gaston mightily played with his cock, making his balls slowly rise and sink on the ocean of spunk he had come after all those hours of orgy. “You awakened her Devil’s Cunt.”

Vanessa held on to the question while she first saw that massive body in front of her: the girl had not only increased in size, but her body seemed harder and more powerful than ever. She was almost looking at a being a pure muscle (if not for her fatter tits and ass).

The ripped woman was covered with thick, throbbing veins from her toes to her forehead, and steam came through every pore of her as she puffed smoke and looked at Vanessa with her gritted teeth and her eyes shining with a bloody red.

Vanessa stepped back, her heart trembling in fear. She was facing a wild animal; an over-muscular, super-aroused wild animal.

“The fuck is a Devil’s Cunt??” She finally asked, and Gaston calmly answered:

“It’s sort of like an inner goddess of a woman. Well, not exactly a goddess, but a devil.” He looked at that mighty beast, who was grunting as she breathed, still cumming milk through her tits and squirts through her cunt, powerfully and mightily feeling a discharge of a hundred electric power grids in her nerves. “You see that she’s still orgasming? You’ve struck all the right nerves in her. When a woman has their pleasure center sufficiently stimulated, she can turn into a beast mode like you see now.” Gaston smiled proudly at her. “I’ve never seen anyone do it except for me. You’re amazing, Vanessa!”

“T-thanks… I guess.”

The massive, muscle-ridden beast gave a little wince forward, making Vanessa vacillate by stepping back again. If not for Gaston’s sudden raising of his arm, that situation could have ended on a blood bath.

“Watch out, Vanessa. She’s a beast now. Don’t have mercy on her.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The furious girl was expelling steam though every pore, her breath so powerful and hot Vanessa could even see some flames coming out of her nostrils and teeth.

“I mean that… you can go all-out.” He smiled. “Or else you’re just going to die.”

“Fuck me!”

“No, Vanessa.” And he turned his gaze to that bloodthirsty animal. “Fuck her.”

When he lowered his arm, the creature lept to Vanessa. The giantess didn’t even see what happened as her body was violently thrust against a wall and her muscles were massacred by the sheer force of the impact. *craaarsh!!* The other girls saw cracks grow all over the wall and up to the ceiling as Vanessa was crushed against the stone, repeatedly beaten by that bestial, muscle cunt. “Rooooaarr!!!” The powerful little woman, who was so much smaller than Vanessa, squeezed the giantess by the waist and effortlessly lifted her up. The wall cracked and turned to dust as the beast kept crushing and pushing Vanessa’s body against it. The giantess felt her insides being squeezed out of her like toothpaste; her organs almost popping like ballons as the smaller beast held her with just one arm and… sank her fingers on her cunt!

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A muscle brunette makes her two lovers squirt GALLONS with her fingers… before CRUSHING them with her 13in long DILDO! [FREE PAGES]

Both women froze and looked at each other. The redhead smiled even wider, knowing what that was about.

‘Did you bring your c-cock my love?’

The brunette’s smile also shone brighter.

‘I would have liked to fuck you both just with my fingers; make you faint just with these babies here.’ She snapped her fingers in front of them. ‘But on my bag, yeah, I’ve got my dildo. So, how’d you like to be fucked, my luvs?’

Both women looked at each other, barely believing their own lucks.

‘Dildo!!’

The brunette lowered her head and smiled.

‘Then wait. And don’t you touch yourselves!’

‘Oooh, oooohh, aaahh!!’

As soon as the brunette left the room, they kissed. The blonde couldn’t hold back the beating of her heart.

‘H-how is she… with t-this dildo?’

The redhead smiled.

‘Better than any guy who’s ever fucked you, blondie.’

‘Ooohh…!!’

‘She’s better than any guy.’

‘Ooow…’

‘She should have been born a male, to be honest.’

‘Mmmm….’

And they kissed until the brunette came back with an enormous object in her hands, covered by layers of red silk.

‘Didn’t I tell you not to kiss?’

The redhead immediately abandoned the blonde, looking naughtily to the brunette.

‘S-sorry, m-momma!’

‘Mmm!’ She raised her head, giving them an arrogant smirk. ‘Don’t you worry: your punishment begins now.’

‘Ooohh…!’

With her back turned to the ladies, the massive Latina uncovered the enormous object. The blonde moved side to side, trying to see the thing, but only getting glimpses of its sheer size.

When the brunette turned around…

‘Gooodd!!’

…she saw her holding… a ridiculously immense silicone dildo.

The creature was covered by thick veins, and even had gigantic, hyper-realistic balls! In fact, she’d never seen…

‘Wow!!’

…such a well-crafted penis!

‘Is it your first time being fucked by a real woman?’

Gulping dryly, the blonde answered:

‘With a dildo? No. I was never fucked like that.’

The brunette smiled.

‘This beautiful prick is custom-made for yours truly. Look.’ She turned the beast vertically, comparing its length to her foremarm.’

‘Fuck!!’

The brunette’s smiled grew wider and shinier.

‘See? Exactly the same skin tone.’

The skin tone was the least of the blonde’s preocupations.

«This prick’s as big as her forearm!!» The blonde’s head dove into a tail-spin as the brunette moved the strap-on dildo to her hips and… delicately…

‘Oooohh…!!

…placed it on her pussy.

The prick had internal plugs and extensions made to caress her whole cunt —several vibrators made to please her as much as she pleased her partners.

The blonde smiled, trying to hide her anxiousness.

‘Don’t you think this dick is a little too much?’

The brunette smiled.

‘Didn’t you say a 10in-cock would fit me well?’

‘Yeah, but… this one is even bigger!’

‘Indeed, you’re right.’ She smiled. ‘Thirteen inches.’

Both women —even the redhead!— lost their breath.

‘Oh, my…!!’

‘The good thing about not being a man…’ Tchaaack!! She strapped the penis on her hips, ‘is that I know how to perfectly use… oooh… each of these thirteen motherfucking inches. Ooow… aaahhh!!!’

The vibrator was already activated inside her pussy. That dick was a mechanical marvel —and soon enough, her ladies would know all it was capable of!

Licking their lips, the brunette looked at them. Ploock! The dick was plugged. She turned to the side and… showed off all her grotesque dimensions.

‘Jesus fucking Christ! It’s hardening!!’

The brunette shook the growing beast on her hips.

‘Last generation, baby. This beautiful badboy cost me fifteen grand.’

‘Fifteen fucking what?’

”Better than the real deal’ is the companie’s motto. Can’t say that’s false advertisement.’ The blonde beheld that beast with her mouth gaping, as even the artificial balls seemed to swell.

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‘Strong! Jesus, so fucking strong! Your muscles…!’

‘Let me show you just how strong they are!’

The brunette began flexing the fantastic muscles of her back while the blonde ran her palms thirstily over them.

Her breasts…! Those two monstrous pairs of milk-making machines rubbed and squeezed immensely against one another, provoking extreme pleasure on both women as it dawned on them… just how big!… they both were!

One of the brunette’s legs penetrated the blonde’s thighs, who spread them wider.

‘My god! Your fucking leg!’

‘I’m all muscle, blondie!’

‘Aaaheeem…!’

The brunette’s thighs were so gigantic there was almost no space left on the sofa for her legs.

As soon as she fit a thigh in the middle of her partner’s legs, the brunette’s muscles immediately squeezed her bloated cunt!

‘Oooow…!’

The brunette stared deeply within her eyes, preparing for…

‘Second round, blondie.’

‘Oow, no… oow, what the… oow!’

‘Just you feel me, my beauty!’

‘Ohee!’

Her thigh began to move.

‘Oooheee!’

‘Just you feel what these big legs of mine gonna do to ya pussy.’

‘Ooow… oooww…!!’

Dominating her body with kisses and tight squeezes, the brunette rubbed her thigh up and down on her lover’s cunt, which kept lubing itself up ever since the last orgasm…

‘Ooh, my god! Oow… my… Gooood!’

…had ended! «Oooohh!!» The blonde couldn’t believe that fantasy was becoming a reality! «This caramel-skinned bitch… oow!… she’s making me cum… in less than a minute… my Gooooood….!!»

‘AAAHEEEM…!!’

The brunette squeezed that pussy with her knee, which literally vibrated!… all over her labia, striking the clit with special, explosive strength.

That powerful brunette had vibrators all over her body!

‘Fuck, I don’t believe… aahiim….’ The blonde thought out loud while the brunette devoured her. ‘I can’t believe I’mma cum agaaain…!!’

The brunette didn’t reply. Her tongue…! Jesus! Even her tongue vibrated all over the blonde’s neck!

‘What are you…?! Oooh! Aaaahhh!!’

The blonde’s long legs were again shaking and trembling, and the insides of her pussy filled up with an immense, almost unbearable pressure!

Bruuum! Buuuurr! Bruuumm…! That massive woman’s body humped hers like a male in heat.

Her tongue, meanwhile… sluuuurpt, sleeeprt, sleeeeerpt!… ran over the blonde’s breasts and neck, vibrating twenty times a second, just like a machine, setting fires and explosions on every sensible spot it touched.

The brunette was immensely focused in her pleasure. Her proficiency was scary!

‘Pleeeease… aaaheeem! Stop! That’s too muuuuch!’

The dark girl smiled. ‘You ain’t seen the half of me yet, blondie.’

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The man breathed out of pace. Little by little, his face began to tear up.

The brunette leaned over even further on his pecs, making all the spunk on her breasts fall on the man’s huge body.

The pussy kept going lower and her labia devouring inch after inch of that god prick.

‘OOOOW……!!!’ For a moment, the man swore he couldn’t possibly keep it together.

The woman was going deeper than any pussy has ever managed with him. Even his wife, a very tasty, delicious blonde, couldn’t ever go deeper than six inches on his dong.

And that brunette there actually went much, much further beyond: seven inches… ‘ooooohh!!’… eight inches…!

‘What a goooooood tick, my male!’

‘Aaaim….!!’

Claack! For every word, for every syllable she spoke… claaaank!!

‘Huuuuuuummmmfff….!!!!’

…the pussy bit that prick powerfully, making him…

‘Im gonna… oooow, mommeeee…!!’

‘Uuuh, say it! Say it, my hot boy.’

‘Oow, mommy… oow, oow, I’m gonna cum…!’

She raised an eyebrow, thinking it was amazing that…

‘Already?’

The man nodded frenetically.

‘I-I-I-I-I-I c-c-can’t h-hold on a-any l-longer!!’

Slaaap!! The giantess gave his masculine face another powerful slap.

‘Cum.’

‘Aaaaheeem….!!’

‘You can cum, my male. Cum. Cum!’

Claaack! Claanck! Cluuucnk!!

‘AARR…………………!!!!!’ The pussy powerfully clamped down on that man’s dick, devouring inches so deep the man never thought any woman could ever go so far.

«Whooore!! Oooh, sluuuut, aahiiiii!!!»

His body contorted while the whore literally laughed at his misery:

‘Oooh, my boy! Big beautiful momma’s boy! Take it!’

Claaank!! Tears began falling down from the man’s reddish eyes.

‘AAHRMM………..!!!!!’

He convulsed furiously, not having where to hide the countless screams of pleasure that piled up inside his chest.

The giant whore was nine inches into him! He  could already feel the tip of his prick pressing against the gates of her cervix.

To his shock, then…

‘Ooow…. aaaaaaaahiiiiiiiiiimmm…!!!’

‘Ooooohhhh….!!’

Clanck, clanck, clank…!!! The pussy contractions became involuntary.

While she pressed for the final inch, the pussy bit all the penis’ length with vibrations outside her control.

‘Oooooorrhhhh….!!!’

‘Mmmmmrrrr…!!’

‘Shut up! Shut uuuup….!!’

‘B-b-but… oh, mommy…!!!’

Bloooorrnng! He felt something… completely new…

‘My god!’

His female’s cervix… had given in!

‘Aaaaaahiiiiii!!!’

She threw her head back and experienced an immense wave of pleasure.

The man had his eyes almost popped out, barely able to understand…

‘Y-you… you cum…?!’

…how his woman managed to cum with his dick literally penetrating her cervix!

She pierced her partner’s muscular shoulders with her nails, making him bleed.

‘Aaarrhhh…..!!’

His scream, however, was obfuscated by his lady’s lioness’ roar:

OOOOOOAARRRHHHHHH!!!’

‘Aaarrhiimm…. aaaanhh…!!’

Ploooc! Another half-inch of his horse cock penetrated the woman, whose pussy…

‘Oooh! Oooh! Oooh, ooh, oooh, ooohaaa…!!!’

The man quivered without respite. That woman, she!… She was giving him multiple orgasms!

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