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[NSFW/+18!] Seedmaker 6: The Love (and Cum) of a Goddess

I looked at my man. He looked at me. I can’t remember what happened immediately after, for he threw himself on me with the full mighty of his body—his fifteen thousand pounds of bull muscles crushing me against one of the many walls of the vast place. *BOOM!* The metallic surface bent under my back. The outline of my body was drawn on the titanium wall, like a very hot cartoon. After that, the monster roared, releasing hot steam on my neck and my chest, and my tits responded with gallons of milk through their razor-sharp nipples, followed by an ungodly unloading of cum through my cunt.

“Yes, yes, YES!!” I cried when I felt the monster grabbing something between his legs. “Impale me with your fat horse cock, my breeding god!!”

I was shut up immediately after. As quick as the blink an eye, the bull penis rose to its maximum hardness: sixty inches of man pillar penetrating me and pushing my womb into my guts, rearranging all my organs as the monster invaded me and plowed me like a conqueror. The wall behind me were bent further and further and further, with my body deeper impaled in them by the conqueror’s godly thrusts.

With fire bursting from his nostrils, the monster plowed my pussy. The room was filled by the booms of his penetration as my womb was pushed all the way up to my throat, with the outline of my organs bulging through my skin. He kept his hand on my throat, crushing it so hard that the shape of his hand and fingers was also imprinted on the wall. By holding me still like the little whore I was, he pounded me like one giant, mythical horse. The entire room shook and unraveled under his power. I had to beg for him to not destroy that entire place with his power, but I was short of options, really: if he wanted to destroy it all, he would, and nothing on the universe would stop him.

“Whore!!” He roared, his mighty grunts making the place tremble harder. “Cheap ass filthy slut!!” He pounded and pounded and pounded me at supersonic speeds. My pussy was a giant geyser of squirt. Oceans of my nectar invaded the place in waves as I screamed and creamed myself deliriously. The giant, powerful lips of my bull stud dominated my nipples, and what followed was the most powerful suction I had ever had.

“GOD!!!” My eyes almost popped as my mind blanked and my body entered as state of eternal, unending, relentless orgasms. The monster sucked my milk in such powerful loads that his throat inflated to the girth of my own legs. The fat, creamy juice splashed on his stomach as heavy as war tanks for every gulp, and his body immediately started producing clouds of steam thanks to his superhuman digestion. “FUCK!! MY GOD!!” I was out of my damn mind as that monster crushed my other tit with his other hand and milked it for all its worth, his amazing muscles roaring and rumbling as the milk blasted thorugh my nipples like firehoses.

Plowing me with the relentlessness of a god and the thrist of a breeding bull, the monster alternated his lips between my tits, sucking such vast amounts of milk he made Jasmine and Lioness look like amateurs in comparison. «My god!!» The shards of my mind pierced together broken, spread-out thoughts. “What the fuck…?! Did I actually forget… fuck!!… how powerful he was?!” With my body sinking in the titanium walls, and the metallic surfaces of the room being literally torn in giant cracks thanks to his ferocious thrusting, I realized that it wasn’t my memory that was in the wrong place, but by expectations. No: I hadn’t forgot how strong he was; I just failed to consider how much stronger he could become.

My body was pulled from the wall and pushed against the floor, with my man roaring like a wild beast in heat behind me: “ROOOAARR!!!” The floor sank beneath me, with my pussy being relentlessly pounded by the same virile cock without a break. Now that he fucked me doggy-style, with my tits gushing ocean of milk on the ground, the monster felt his movements freer for a much greater, unrestrained fuck. Holding the back of my neck with both hand, lifting his mighty ass up until the crown of his cock was almost leaving my pussy, the monster unleashed in me the most epic thrusting I had ever felt—far superior that anything he did to me or I did to him back there in our harem planets! I a single second, he fucked me like a million horses. His precum filled me like a bitch, and my belly ballooned with the insane amount of juices he produced to lubricate himself. Aided by that sweet lubrication, the monster howled, and then plowed me some more.

Our bodies jumped from spot to spot as the floor and the walls were destroyed by just three seconds of his fucking. His thrusts were powerful enough to drill my body through five feet of pure titanium—which was the average width of all those walls. «Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…!!!» My mind raced into oblivion was almost all of my organs were liquified by his ungodly thrusting. Within five minutes, the gigantic room—as big as fifty football fields—had been completely bent and thorn like a ball of paper.

Pining me to one of the least destroyed parts of the place, the monsters roared. “Take my seed!!” With his prick pushing my womb up to my neck, he unloaded. I could hear his balls jump and smack against his ass as the first, humongous shot of scalding jizz was fired deep in my womb.

«Oh, god!!!» In the split second before the impact, my body felt all the heat and terror it once did when my pussy was first penetrated and my womb first colonized by that mighty bull seed. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” I was crying. Every pore of me came with ecstasy. “FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPU–!!!”

My voice disappeared as the blast turned my body into a huge, swollen balloon of cum and muscles. My throat and chest were distended like the vocal sac of a frog, and soon my belly followed suit, with my overstretched vagina colonized and brutalized by hundreds of gallons of semen in barely the first millionth fraction of that god’s first load. “ROOOOAAR…!!!” With his roars making parts of the room finally collapse, the god allowed this balls to break free, and his semen soon flooded the place.

Ten seconds was all that was needed so that the man’s jizz literally covered every inch of that fifty-football-field-large room. In ten more seconds, this same insane are was now flooded by two feet of creamy spunk. And more kept coming. “WHORE!!” The beast roared, lifting my body and spanking my giant, turgid buttocks. “SLUT!! ROOAR, SLUT!!!”

“Oh, god, FUCK!!” My being was being undone at every second by the bursts of absolutely scalding, volcanic semen of that god stud in my womb. My uterus was the size of a car at that point; the ocean of sperm kept feeling me to a bursting point. The beast pounded me wildly with full stroked, all sixty-inches of his breeder getting out and coming back all in until it forced my womb almost against my skull, killing me and resurrecting me, making me feel power and virility like no woman ever would. He was a god, and he was breeding me with his godly seed.

“We need a little more space.” With surprising calmness in his voice, he pinned me against one bent, broken wall, and then…

“NOO!!!” I saw vivid flashes of colors that didn’t exist in the normal world. “Stop!! Y-you’re going to…!!”

My body sank past the full width of the wall. The metal was torn in a loud, rumbling *bang!* The entire room shook. The monster took my body with yet greater ferocity as the semen began to flow through the hole he had drilled in that wall with my body. With his continuous, unrelenting thrusts, he pounded me into oblivion into the new, even larger room.

Sirens began to ring. Red lights flickered and swooned as the monster began to flood that new environment with his godly thrusts. I was flooding it too with my gallons of squirt, but my viscous, transparent fluids looked invisible next to the bull-sized discharges of his scalding semen. Voices began to sound the alarm of what he was doing to the station—it appeared we were on a space station, after all: “you cannot copulate here! This station doesn’t have the strength to…!”

As he stared into something (or someone) I couldn’t see, my body tensed up in pure agony, both aroused and terrified by the sheer anger in his face. “Leave us… alone!!” He roared and puffed, going back to consume my mouth with his powerful kiss. The voices no longer disturbed us, though the red lights and the warnings kept adding to the chaos of our godly fucking.

“Yes… oh, yes!!!” Even my tears couldn’t express the ecstasy I was feeling! “Fuck me like the god you are!!” Prompted by my words, the bull unloaded one epic ocean in my womb, filling me with a single burst that felt burning and never-ending.

“WHORE!!” With his entire, giant body producing steam like a machine, the monster withdrew from my cunt, from which rivers of semen and squirt burst all the time. “Give me your anus.”

“Ooh!!” He grabbed me by the hair and pinned me against another wall. The entire structure was undone as he pushed me against it with his superhuman strength. His fingers stretched out my anus and massaged my colon. I came and orgasmed and squirted madly as he then rammed himself up without a hitch, penetrating my guts with the full length and girth of his sixty-inch breeder.

I died. I lived. I died again. My body was cumming so hard I was almost squirting sweat through my pores! It was only a matter of seconds until I felt every inch of my guts, my intestines, my rectum, and my stomach filled with his almighty seed.

“ROOOAAR…!!!” Giving one interminable roar, the monster pushed my head up by the hair and held my still against his torso. He was now rear-fucking me with his rod on the air, holding me with his monstrous arms, lifting me up in the air as my body grew and swelled and bloated with his seed. You could see the walls of my stomach against my skin. My muscles were stretched to a breaking point. My chest expanded, giving way to the cede to dominate my throat, and my neck followed suit as I opened my mouth and prepared to become a living fountain of cum.

«Yes!! YES!!» In my mind, I was livid. «So long I waited to feel that again!!» I stopped thinking as the seed flooded my mouth. Every duct inside me had become a conductor to his steamy sperm. Stretching out my jaw as if I was eating his dong, the seed exploded through my every whole at full power, reaching up the ceiling dozens of feet above us and painting a vast area of it white with the sheer strength of its splash. The entire place was raining cum from the gallons he was unloading in my anus, through my entire body, and from the hole of my face. Mouth, nostrils, eyes, and even ears were dripping with cum—and he head so much more of it!

He roared. He crushed me. He made the cum burst with even greater pressure by crushing my body with his godly arms. His muscles were growing and hardening as he pinned me again against the semen-ridden floor and pounded me anally twice as fast as he had tone my pussy. The beast was literally crying with how much agony he felt in his balls. His gigantic testicles were like hearts on crack, beating so fast they almost became a giant blur in the air; the semen was produced and released almost instantaneous, in a volume greater than a million horses would produce in their whole lives.

The monster was anger, the monster was furious—and he was discounting his whole fury on my ass with pounds so brutal I thought he was going to fuck the skeleton out of my body. “CHEAP!! WORTHLESS WHORE!!”

I, of course, only came harder upon feeling the power of his wrath. Being anally destroyed by that godly think was one of the things I was born to. «Take me!!» In my mind, I submitted to that stud all the fucking time. «Take me!! Fuck me!! End me!!»

Fuck if I know how much seed flowed through my body at that instant. For all I knew, it could have been an entire fucking planet’s worth of jizz. It was just so much cum! “You come here!!” Whenever the monster was tired of a position—which happened fairly quickly—he changed things up with minimal warning: I was pinned against walls, then against the floor, and then within minutes the entire room had been destroyed just like the last one, with the monster drilling me against the ground so that we crashed on the room below.

Semen rained everywhere. We were fucking now on a machine-room of sorts. “What…?!” My mind was broken. The weeks of rest had left me completely unprepared for how brutally that bull would drill me. “What the fuck…?!” Sparks and flames surrounded us. He was pounding my body against several electrical machines, and the discharges of energy lit the room of fire, probably taking the entire station out of orbit. The monster didn’t care, however, and he couldn’t: when his balls were so hyperactive they made the noise of rockets being launched into space every fucking second, I knew no force in the universe could stop me—he would breed me into oblivion until the planet we crashed in too was utterly and totally covered my his seed. Jizz and semen and cum kept exploding through my holes, with the monster pulling me in to a filthy, heinous kiss.

“Give me your mouth, slut!!” He locked his lips and pierced me with his tongue. “Let me feel the taste of my own seed!!” Brutally, he took me over, and his tongue through my mouth met his penis through my anus: his gigantic mouth serpent slid down through my throat until the top of my stomach, and there it met the giant head of his own prick, which itself had pushed my stomach all the way to the top of my chest. The monster nutted his seed straight into the tip of his own tongue, yet he wasn’t yet done with all his acts of savagery. «MORE!!» I could feel his mind through his bulging, trembling muscles. «I NEED MORE!!!» He penetrated his own prick in my stomach with his tongue: the tip of the tongue slid past his urethra, and then pushed itself all the way down to three fourth of his breeding rod. The flow of spunk was severely blocked by the huge tongue, yet still it felt like I was being inseminated by a thousand bulls all the fucking time!

«Jes-!!» I cried tears of bliss, pain, agony, and exultation! I was wholly penetrated! I was being violated and broken as utterly as any woman could be broken, yet I wanted more! «Is that all…??!» With every pore of my body cumming, I wrapped my legs around the titanium-hard hips of that monster and crushed him, challenging him to go «harder!! Stronger!! Filthier!!» Despite the tank-sized loads of cum that burst through my mouth at every second, my lips found the strength to twice and bend in a cynical, provoking smile. «Is that all you can really do?!»

“ROOOOAARR!!!” Puking cum through his mouth and nostrils too, the monster stuck his fingers in my nose and blocked the outflow of cum. The raging semen had only my eyes to escape thorugh, my mouth being so utterly dominated by his kiss, and my body grew bigger and heavier as the semen piled up inside me. The cum blasted through my eyes at volumes superior to the discharges of horses, yet even them my eyes didn’t pop out—my body being that of a true goddess, of course.

«FUCK!! What can’t this fucking man do?!» Our fuck was fast and brutal. He clearly showed no interest in being complex, elaborate, or to show off; he just wanted to unload; to brutalize; to pump and dumb on my cunt all the load he had for weeks held off. His roars and bursts of steam proved that at every thrust: “ROOOAR!!!” He was a beast in heat, and he had to unload so as not to go mad!

We pierced through the machines into another wall, and then he anally tore my body up against that wall until I was drilled through its ten feet of solid titanium hardness into another room, which we—or rather, he—proceeded to destroy and floor with his overwhelming semen. «I hope my children are safe!» I pierced together the words between the thrusts. «I have no intention of stopping this bull.»

At times, yes, my muscles throbbed and swelled in a threatening manner; my body hardened, my veins thickened, all in preparation for a comeback of sorts; for my taking over of that bull and reminding him of who truly was the stud in that relationship. My body was tempted, yes, but I held it back; his ferocious thrusts made me feel like a woman, and I wasn’t about to ruin his ego again after so much work.

“F-fuck me… stud!! Fuck me!!” I screamed in between bursts of semen through my mouth. “R-rape me!! Fucking rape me!!!”

He roared. The entire place collapsed, with beams and machinery falling all around us. The thrusts gained power and intensity, with the muscles of the breeding beast growing harder and mightier by the second. His balls smacked my abs, and then his own ass, swinging back and forth between out legs, hitting me like punching bags filled with iron.

“You worthless whore!!” He snuck his fingers in my mouth and pulled my lips, lifting my whole torso even higher, pointing my head almost backwards as he crammed about fifty-five inches of his breeding rod in my body.

“Gaaar-gargle-goorh!!!” I made humiliating gargling noises as the monster basically turned my body into a living condom. His penis passed through all my guts, straightening them up with its INFLEXIBLE hardness, then it bloated my stomach, stretched my throat, and now was lodged firmly in the back of my tongue, its gigantic urethra shooting geysers of semen straight from my mouth.

“Uuur!! Uuurh!!” The monster grunted, feeling unbelievable pleasure for having the fullness of his manhood enveloped by the sturdy, wet, spongy body of his muscular female. My body was hard as the heart of the Everest thanks to its godly muscles, but inside it was like the universe’s most perfectly crafted masturbatory toy: an endless sponge of soft, wet nooks and crevices that pumped every dick to their fullest satisfaction—if that dick, of course, was big enough to fill all of me!

With the dick almost completely spearing me, I was actually able to speak something—the urethra was no longer feeling the deepest recesses of my throat with jizz, but instead shooting through my mouth, so I could actually find some dryness and space within me to make the air flow and scream my words of joy: “I’m a living, breathing sex toy—your sex toy, stud!!” I smiled—well, as well as I could smile in that situation, with my bloated, overfilled skull. “What are you waiting for?” My body stiffened in anticipation. “Fuck me whole!! Penetrate me completely!! I want to feel your balls in my ass!! Push it, cram it, ram it all up, you fucking cheap, coward stud!!”

The monster crushed my throat with both hands as he roared and rammed the final five inches of his monster rod in my anus. *Boom!!!* I felt the insanely veiny surface of his balls against my ass and my abs—his balls were so big that he sack couldn’t be on just one side of my body; usually, when one ball touched my back, the other had to go to the front. His seed makers were literally bigger than oval-shaped basketballs when he was truly aroused, meaning that having his penis ball-deep in my anus was like putting two basketballs between your legs—not an easy feet.

*Bruuuum!!* The next rumbling and shaking of the place was cause by his wild, ferocious roar. The monster crushed my throat with the intent of killing—well, I don’t know about ‘intent,’ but I knew he would have torn by head off if I hadn’t flexed my own neck and added a protective sheet of muscles to my throat. The veins in my body rippled, but the monster behind me, fucking so raw and untamed, dwarfed all my power with his insultingly bigger body—basically one giant machine of muscles and veins. Every inch of his magnificent physique throbbed and pumped, with a single swelling artery carrying hundreds of gallons of scorching blood at any given time. With steam basically covering the whole place, we felt like fucking in the middle of a volcano. However entered that room would be immediately burned to a crisp by the hellish heat of your sexual performance—and that wasn’t yet a fraction of all we could do, if you’ve read my previous accounts.

«Yes!!» My mind came, fragmented: «YES!!» The five final inches of his monster breeder burst through my lips. The helmet of his cock, too, was as big as a basketball, which means that my whole skull had been stretched to gigantic proportions to accommodate that humongous monster—I mean, I had grown, yes, but I hadn’t grown so much to the point that would be second nature to me. My body, after our initial, months-long sessions of fuck, had reverted to more ‘modest’ measurements of 8ft6in (height) and three thousand pounds (weight). Behind me, fucking me like a god stallion, stood a 14ft-tall, fifteen-thousand-pound monstrosity of a male. His sixty-inch-long, ten-inch-wide cock was literally taller than I was from hips to mouth. His muscular absurdity dominated my organism fully, and all I could do now was to withstand the pain and take pleasure on the fact I fit him so perfectly.

«I missed this power!» I cried as the cock shot its endless, unbroken loads in front of my face. I could see his gigantic helmet pumping cream all over the place. Giving me a tourist view of the station, the monster began to slowly walk around the place as he came and came and came (and then came some more and came and came and came…) his endless, humongous fat volcanic loads all over it. He was marking the station with his cum, just like every Alpha marks his territory with his seminal essence.

“I… I missed you!!” He leaned to my ear and gave it a bite, pulling it tenderly while still unloading his gallons through my cock-torn body. At one point, I saw ourselves in a reflective surface. What beautiful breeding gods we were: his massiveness, his muscular divinity incarnate, all his giganticness was holding me up on his cock, with every vein, every valley, every sulk and nook and cranny of his majestic dong delineated on my body. My entire flesh was basically just one giant piece of clothing for his mammoth manhood, which throbbed every time it unloaded a new fresh offering of semen. My mouth was monstrously distended and dislodged by the basketball-sized helmet of his breeder, which in turn grew even thicker as it unloaded jets from three inches to seven inches of width of pure cum!

His loads tore through every surface on which they splashed. He had the volume of a waterfall with the strength of pressurized cutting streams. He was a god—and I was blessed for being his offering.

«D-destroy me!!» I begged him, with my eyes crying tears almost as voluminously as my pussy unloaded squirt (and my tits did milk!) «Fucking annihilate me!!»

I needed to ask no more: in another swell, abrupt motion, the monster retrieved all sixty inches of his hard self from me, and my body exploded with cum from every conceivable pore as all these holes were relieved from the cock’s massiveness. *BLOORGH!!!* I made a loud, lousy mess of a sound as every bit of my exploded with cum, splashes of it flying in every conceivable direction, like a supernova of semen.

The breeding bull panted painfully behind me. Albeit short, his fucking was marred with so much energy that even him felt extenuated by his own power and brutality. “W-whore!!” No time to dwell too hard on it, apparently: holding my oozing body with his powerful, tree-log-sized muscular arms, the monster turned me upside down in barely a second, sending cum flying all around through my spin. He wasn’t nearly half-done with his little show as he loudly smacked his lips between my massive and built legs, gazing upon the fresh, smoky semen that overflowed from my swollen cunt. “Delicious!!” His words were animalistic, a collection of deep roars and grunts only occasionally interrupted by barely-intelligible speech. “Juicy! Fruit!! So juicy!!”

He crammed his mouth, his whole face on my cunt, and at that moment I screamed so loud the entire stations vibrated with my orgasms. I felt so consumed my entire body began to cum the hardest it did in that section, with my tits gushing milk so fucking hard it literally created holes on the ocean of semen beneath me, then literally bent and cratered the metal floor underneath it all. My pussy too followed with explosions of squirt so extreme that would have cut through metal, if any such object was put in front of it.

The man’s head was infinitely harder than metal. In fact, he demanded more and harder baths of squirt and juices, unrolling his massive, fifty-inch tongue inside my pussy and eating me out like a fucking champion of sex. I felt like a literal horse was sucking me dry—if that horse was also a super muscular god of sex and semen. I was rolling my tongue out and puking semen through my mouth and nostrils, my body still holding several hundreds of thousands of pounds of male filth inside me.

“No… so… fast… whore!!” With one massive hand, the man covered my mouth and even pinches my nose shut. Semen flowed through my eyes, painting my whole sight white.

I came harder. I could hear my pussy nectar hitting the back of my man’s mouth. My body trembled and rumbled, my muscles wanting to break free and unleash—my Amazon spirit wanting to take that men by the legs with my hands and then pull those legs apart until I literally tore him in the middle!!—but again I forced that savage side to stay subsided, wanting to ruin none of that moment. «This submission… it feels heavenly!!» So heavenly that the monster was probably eating more pussy nectar than his actual cum through my cunt, though that was always a fairly close game.

The monster sucked his own semen out of my womb as if tasty ball seed was the only nutrition he needed—well, that was actually the case for us both perfect beings, who for months ate nothing but each other’s seminal fluids. The sound of his gulping was like hundreds of gallons of marmalade falling through a tunnel-sized duct; it made the environment rumble as if we were inside a giant drum: *gluuurck!! Gluurck!! Gluuurck!!* Fuck, I came!! I came! And I came!! And I came some more!! I was cumming so much my orgasms were having orgasms! Every pore in my entire body was so stretched open that you could literally see the thousands of threads of steam bursting individually through each of them, and my skin was so aroused I looked like a fleshly, muscular ragdoll covered in thorns.

The monster didn’t just eat me out; he conquered and dominated all my insides with his massive, endlessly flexible tongue, slowly pushing my womb past my guts, then stomach, then throat, then back again into my jaw with his unyielding power. The fifty inches of that godly sexual serpent twitched and contorted with the precision of thousands of fingers, striking every conceivable orgasmic spot inside my body, enough to drill a literally infinite amount of sex fluids from my depths.

The gods can’t even comprehend the intensity of my screams and my thrashing at the moment. Women, when they suffer powerful orgasms, lose their goddamned minds and the control of their bodies; my case was just the same, though infinitely more brutal: I swear that, if his stallion body wasn’t made of some divine materials, I would have broken every bone of him and torn every inch of his skin with my wailing and shivering. All the time I screamed, all the time I cried, all the time I hosed milk, sweat, steam, and squirt from every corresponding pore. Even with hand blocking my mouth, sperm blasted through his fingers at great velocities. I was a giant balloon of muscles and cum, yet the divine strength of my skin would never permit me to pop—thank god, I guess.

My powerful arms grabbed his dick, which was perfectly parallel to his torso. The sixty-inch granite monster never stood at any angle lower than perfectly vertical and upright when fully aroused—not unless the monster required it to, and even for the giant breeder that was often a difficult task. My hands flowed down the massive monster, feeling its impossible hardness on their palms. They worshipped its myriad of swollen veins and gigantic ducts, feeling the semen barely contained in that massive pillar of divine breeding power.

The spunk was oozing from the three-inch-wide urethra. I could see it barely holding on to the edges of the urethra, like the magma lake of an active volcano about to explode at any moment. I could dip my tongue and lap on that lake of scalding semen like a cat, and the giant iron testicles of that breeding bull were close to exploding—just like my belly—with the tremendous amount of cum they were holding back. “Let!… me!…” I cried and came and came and cried. “Let me eat you!!!” I managed to shout, with semen exploding between the god’s fingers in my mouth. “Let me eat you, my fucking god!!”

Immediately, the god half-heartedly complied to my plea: he was going to be cock-sucked and ball-drained my body, yes, but be the one in charge of the whole dirty experience. “My worthless… whore!!!” Semen and pussy juice exploded from his mouth and nose as he freed my mouth and stuck his fingers inside it, pulling my lips to the side and using his salami-sized fingers to keep my jaw stretched to the max.

In the exact same time he showed intent on changing his routine, his balls rumbled: *bruum!!* Gallons of semen were injected in them by his overcharges virile organism, and the ball sack began to visibly and quickly swell before my eyes, their basketball-sized width now inflated by a couple of extra inches. Fuck me!! Do you have any idea how crazy arousing it was to hear the spunk literally moving and sloshing around inside those oversized sperm banks? Fuck, those beasts were so full of cum they were literally oozing spunk from their pores—sweating spunk, if you will! The semen formed in big, marble-sized drops through every pore, then slid slowly down the perfectly-smooth surface of the testicles until it sort of stretched itself down to the sea of cum beneath us. The sperm was so fucking dense it didn’t break apart and drip like a normal fluid, but instead it formed one giant, thick stalactite of cum from each ball down to the floor.

Seeing those two massive jewels of male power before me added atomic intensity to my pussy explosions: *boom! Boom! Boom!!* For a moment, even the humongous gods began to choke on my explosions of squirt, with a lot of the liquid bathing my back after being sneezed so hard through his nostrils.

Leaning me down with his arm on my waist and his fingers on my mouth, the monster lined my face up to his throbbing, shivering breeder. «O-oh, god!!» I cried with both ecstasy and fear as I witnessed the lake of cum barely held back in the edges of his urethra. A pillar of steam hit my face and burned it continuously. Still, I kept my eyes open, unable to look away from what was, in the entire universe, the utmost perfect monument of male power. «Jesus fucking Christ!!» I was moaning and whimpering like a starving cub. «It’s fucking bubbling!!»Yeah: the semen was so hot tiny bubbles were sprouting by the hundreds of thousands in the small surface. It was so finger-licking good I couldn’t wait to get a share of that heavenly nectar. “Oh, please, my breeding god!!” I shivered in every fucking inch! “Give me thy nectar!”

My tongue sprouted out violently from my mouth, almost as if it was ripping itself off from the confines of my body. “Uuurh!!” Still eating me out with unbreakable purpose, the monster grunted as my eight-inch-thick (at its widest) tongue penetrated his urethra and bathed on his seed, drinking his milk just like a cat.

«FUCK!!» My eyes squirted tears and semen as waves of yet more brutal, unforgiving pleasure destroyed my sensorial nerves. That was just… sooo fucking much!! My tongue dripped with his semen as it plunged again in the confines of his monster prick, this time hell-bent on exploring the deepest recesses of that ungodly breeding tool. «JESUS FUCKING CHR…!!»

I came, oh, I came and came and came! Did I mention that I came like fucking wild beasts by the millions? ‘Cause I came, fuck yeah, I came and came and came as my tongue plunged whole feet deep into that godly penis! Every pore of my mouth-serpent burned with his magma-semen, yet I wanted more, more, hotter, harder, crueler! I wanted to burn myself to a crisp with that ejaculate that was nothing less than the juice of all life in the universe—and it tasted so fucking perfect!!

The semen overflowed from the urethra as my thick tongue dove deep inside it. Inch after fat, wet inch, the tongue stimulated the scorching channel of power from that studly dick, finally reaching as deep as the upper third of the cock. “Lower!! Lower!!” I came to my god, asking him to “lower me on your godly prick!” With a roar, the monster complied, and my face went down to the powerful dick, my entire face being stretched by its humongous crown.

The helmet of that conquering penis filled every inch of my skull, the pressure so intense I felt there was dick about to come out of my eye sockets! Making wet, gurgling noises, I chewed that dick until the helmet was entering my throat. My tongue, basking in delight, dove deeper into the semen canal, finally reaching the very half of it. «He isn’t coming!» As I felt the semen gently flooding my mouth, I realized my sweet monster was still holding his spunk back.

Cum and squirt splashed from my pussy, with the beast motorboating it furiously and hungrily. “Huumph!! Huumph!!” Was the sound of him splurging and feasting on my cooch, his voraciousness causing our sexual fluids to explode in every direction. I felt his tongue in my stomach; my womb, too, ravished by that serpent, throbbed and swelled side to side with my belly. Every organ in me had been and was still being constantly rearranged by the maddening display of sexual ferocity from that stallion, whose control was such that even with his balls now as big and fat as two basketballs each, and the testicles inside that godly sack weighting over a thousand pounds each, the monster still held all of his cum back—a threatening, though subtle promise, indeed, of the insane power of his eventual release.

Flexing my muscles, I decided to enjoy myself a little on that prick. «After all, he’s holding back for a reason.» I smiled. «Ain’t gonna disappoint my god stud!» Feeling his powerful hands on my waist, knowing that he was still preparing a few more surprised for me, I took a deep breath and began to make my whole insides dance! *Bruuum!!* Like hundreds of cruise ships inside me, my body roared! *Boom!!* The entire room vibrated, and even my stud paused his licking and sucking for a bit, astounded by what was still a simple, even unconscious display of power from his female. With all my insides roaring and rumbling, I felt my lungs contract, my abs harden, and then all the cum flow up through that prick. The beast roared, finally taking his mouth off my snatch and receiving a massive jet of lube in his face.

The cum invaded my mouth with gusto. I was sucking that beast straight from the source. «Mm, delicious!!» The cum invaded my throat, then kept flowing up to my stomach, bursting like a lazy magma into the organ. My womb was warmed up by the presence of the juice. Even though I was upside down, at no point did the cum have any problem flowing up; all my walls moved and danced so as to create a constant upward pressure; so, the cum just kept flowing, with my sucking growing stronger and greedier by the minute.

«I want his dick!» I felt the muscles of my jaw almost hurt with the pressure! «I want to eat him whole!!» My tongue descended inch after inch as my entire body was pulled deeper into the massive cock. My throat was distended enormously, with every massive, aggressive vein of that prick clearly delineated through my skin. «Delicious, godly dick! Come entirely to your momma!!» I pulled myself deeper and deeper, penetrating that urethra now forty-inches deep. The seed, which was so hot that it could melt lesser metals, became hellishly so near its source. As my face approached the testicles, my eyes watered up with both all the steam and the emotions inside me. «They’re… t-they’re…!!» I was squirting in awe! «They are the testicles of a god!!»

Smooth, oval, and each as massive as a baby elephant, the inhumane testicles kept pumping seed, more and more seed into the sack, though at an uneven pace, clearly disturbed by my powerful sucking. Every time my body exerted a immense pressure in the rod, coaxing hundreds of gallons of seed through it, *booom!,* the balls stopped throbbed, and instead they decreased a little in size and were lifted up a little higher between the legs, coming closer to the god’s rigid ass. I sucked them harder, and the balls came higher. The semen flowed endlessly through the penis, the massive veins around the testicles finally becoming a little visible as the massive tanks were emptied by my power.

«God!!» My body quickly sank twenty inches on the rod, with my tongue finally reaching the base of all that pillar of jizz. In a new, unique way, the tip of my tongue was near the ducts connecting the penis to the testicles, and I finally felt that my deepest, filthiest fantasy could become a reality: «I’m finally going to drink his seed straight from the source!!»

The monster, however, didn’t know what to make with all those sensations. Sometimes his grunts were of pure ecstasy; sometimes, of pure fear and even pain: “ooaaarh!!” Often times, they were just really difficult to decipher, with his eating of my pussy becoming more ferocious even as his grunts seemed to be just painful ones. «Alright, big boy. No time for being a lady.» My entire body shivered in anticipation. «Sorry-o, but I got to find out what it tastes like!!» Grabbing that massive man-meat with my hands, I pulled myself deeper in the dong, making its helmet burst into my stomach and my head sink past the halfway-mark in the penis.

My tongue entered the main, central duct which connected all other ducts in the penis. Thousands and tens of thousands of ducts, many as thick as arms, coalesced into that super central highway of cum, and my tongue was now bathing in it. «God!! Oh, god!!» Squirting tears and cum through my eyes, I began to experience a supernatural orgasm: it was not just every nerve in my body that was cumming; it was every ethereal matter in my soul that now was cumming with the intensity of five thousand mares being well fecundated by the universe’s most powerful, virile stallions. My orgasms sort of collapsed into themselves, creating an endless feedback look of orgasms that only grew stronger at every layer of existence—much like looking at a reflection in two parallel mirrors. I was fucking dying!! «Godgodgodgod-GOOOOOOD!!!» After that, my mind collapsed in an endless stroboscopic effect, and the billions of images I saw in front of my would basically have given any other human being an instant epileptic attack. Still, my body kept sinking in the penis, and my tongue ventured forth within the smaller ducts that bifurcated from the central canal.

The semen there was dozens to hundreds of times hotter than magma; even my superpowered skin began to truly hurt when exposed to such sollar pressure and heat. «AAAAAHHH!!!» In my mind, I felt the worst pain of my life, but the agony propelled stronger jets of orgasm out of my pussy, meaning that even the worst of fates serves as fuel to my filthy orgasms. «I WANT TO DIE ON THIS FUCKING SEMEN!!!» I began to suck and suck and suck, and the balls, once always so heavy they never moved past the bull’s knees, sprouted up violently and smacked against the ass cheeks of the inhuman stud

“God!!!” The beast grunted, and his entire body shivered in overwhelming pleasure. I was yet again taking over that powerful god—yet this time I wasn’t even conscious of what I was doing. «Sorry, my love, but I gotta…!!» These thoughts, by the way, are a mere invention of my writing now; it was impossible for me to think or even feel anything coherent back then, in my infinitely orgasming state. «Sorry, my love, but I gotta drink you all!!» Sinking my teeth on the sturdy cock, I pulled myself deeper and deeper and deeper in the dick, feeling the crown of the penis unroll every inch of guts in my body and then, finally…

“ROOARR!!!” It surprised my monster by hitting him in the face as it burst through my anus.

«Eat yourself, my god, as you penetrate the guts of your woman fully!» I laughed diabolically as my body, acting on its own, just kept automatically eating that man out. The monster took his mouth and tongue from my body, adding tremendous orgasms to my already endless cumming with the sensation that sudden vacuum. Staring at his penis piercing my anus, he saw boatloads of cum bursting from the urethra without him even cumming; my suction continued, harder than ever, and the flow of spunk was like a gentle, but fat and voluminous waterfall perpetually overflowing from his urethra. Smacking his lips, the monster leaned forward and at his own prick. His lips met my iron ass cheeks as I kept pulling myself deeper and deeper, seeing just how farther I could feasibly go.

«GOD!! MY GOD!!» My cumming was so fucking mad my eyes were bleeding, and then many pores in my body began to drip with blood as vein after vein was popped with the intense pressure of my pleasure. When I said I was going to kill myself with orgasms, I fucking mean it, damn it! «All!! Gimme all!! Give me all that cock!!» My hands met a surface so hot that clouds of steam burst from their palms. «AAAH…!!!» I had managed what no woman on Earth could achieve: I had penetrated myself into that dick fully, with my hands now scooping the bottom of the man’s testicles. «Jesus…!!!» My pussy became an gatling gun of squirt, lubes splashing and spraying everywhere as my mouth reached the very base of that dick—and then wait a little beyond, forcing my lips against the crotch and the inner thighs of the stud. «JESUS FUCKING CHR-!!» I must have fainted at that point, for my memories of the following seconds—or minutes—is just a series of broken images followed by gradually longer periods of terrifying darkness.

The juice kept flowing, with my tongue sliding between the balls through one of the thousands of ducts in them. Every bit of my being, even when dying with orgasms, still sucked the cum, and now even more strongly as I felt its heavenly flavor of its birthing place. I could feel the upstream of cum as it was pumped by the testicles themselves, and the two sexual gonads, each as massive as an obese five-year-old, throbbed intensely underneath all the layers of cum stored in the sack. «FUCK!!» My tongue was massacred by the countless pumping of those gonads every second. «These beasts… they throb faster than the flapping of a hummingbird’s wings!!»

The legs and crotch, the entire lower half of that monster’s body was beyond just ripped and muscular; all of the stud’s veins were concentrating there to feed the massive testicles enough nutrients for that crazy sperm production. Every time a new super load of scorching semen was pumped into the sack, you could hear deep, growling *blurbs* and *bloorshs* deep within and around the testicles. It was such an awe-inspiring thing to hear the testicles of a real man working out in real time; the semen production so vivid, every detail of it striking my senses. “F-fuck!!” Semen oozed and exploded from my every hole. “You p-perfect being! You p-perfect… god!!” My face was pushed against the iron skin of the massive sack, then battered by the frenzied beating of the orgasming testicles.

Deep within my femalehood, I felt a strange emptiness and dryness. The throat of the monster bloated one last time before resting on its natural girth and vibrating only with the spasmic movements of his tongue inside me. As I felt his massive tongue filling up my womb completely, like I had an elephant baby inside me, I realized, to my shock and amazement… «fuck!! I’m empty!» The last vestiges of spunk burst out of the man’s nostrils, with him drinking now only the juices I kept squirting at oceanic rates.

“Delicious little whore.” He took his mouth out of my snatch and beheld my penetrated being. “I’ve cleaned up all the semen I had come in your pussy and your womb.” Intensely he stared upon his man-meat protruding out of my anus. “Still, I’m not even half full.” I could hear him licking up his lips. “I guess I’m gonna drink myself through your body.”

Upon hearing those calm, yet confident words, I unloaded galactic jets of squirt in his body, unable to detain him from opening his mouth wide and accommodating the helmet of his cock inside it. «Oh, god, yeah!! My deepest fantasies finally coming…!!” I unloaded and unloaded and unloaded, damn!! I was a squirting machine! “They’re finally coming to fruition!!”

The monster pushed himself deeper into the cock, eating his own manhood until it reached his throat, and, with powerful grunts, he let his balls go. I felt an atomic explosion coursing through my body. The cock widened in a snap, its ten inches of width turning into fifteen, and every membrane of my body was stretched to the max by that swelling rod as it ejaculated like a volcano.

The semen exploded from my man’s mouth and nose at planet-cracking speeds. If he shot that load against any of the walls surrounding us, fuck, they would have been holed without resistance. Instead, he fed himself with his voluminous loads, pressing my face harder against his hyper-testicles as they unloaded gallons… nah, fuck that: entire oceans of fresh sperm into his system. I was wild beyond my deepest… you know what? Fuck, I’m out of words! I was just cumming and cumming and cumming… even if I was an orgasm machine who could do nothing else but to cum, even after an entire life I wouldn’t have cummed so hard and so many times as I did then and there, in a single fraction of a second. I guess I was literally dying and being revived every fucking second, judging by how many times my spirit seemed to jump between the real world and a heaven (and also hell) of sorts every fucking second!

My monster began to grow, with his stomach holding thousands of gallons of his seed despite his digestive system’s nigh-miraculous hyper activity. Everything was white around us, the steam from our bodies creating a deadly fog for any lesser critter. At that point in time, only the proper Studs of the aliens could come into that place without dying instantly.

I came. I cried. I tried to aid the monster by using my body and my muscles to pump more and more powerful gallons of seed through his prick, but the monster once again surprised me by tightening the grip of his hands around my waist and then… fuck, how the fuck did he know that?! Out of nowhere, the beast began to squeeze and massage my waist in such a masterful way that the seed began flowing twice as fast and three times as bulky! «Daaaamn…!!!» I felt my face moving slightly away, then into the sack again many times per second; not only was the monster turning me into a living semen-collection mechanism, he was also pumping me on his mega-cock like a sex-toy—his whole demeanor saying “don’t worry, babe. I got this. I got it all!” before his movements became even more ferocious, even more ludicrous, even more orgasm-inducing.

He sucked himself though my body for five minutes until he finally began to shit his semen out through his anus, and then for ten more minutes until he considered himself satisfied and announced, through the slightest change in his motions, that he was going to change position again. “My beautiful whore!” He freed his face from his cock and let the seed tear hole on the titanium ceiling. Huge chunks of semen hit my head like cannon balls and he firmed his hands on my waist and prepared himself to pull out. “I’m full with my god sperm. Now, it your time to be filled to the brim.”

“Grrr…!!!” In those moments of utmost pleasure, all I could do was grunt and growl. «M-my god…!!!» Despite my animalistic sounds, the Alpha could clearly read my mind.

“Do you want daddy’s cum?” I geysered oceans of squirt in his face as an answer. Smacking his lips with desire, the monster invited himself into my cunt and drank from me, gulping loudly as I pissed cum in his mouth harder than all of Earth’s volcanoes. “Whore! You think you’re squirting on me?” Sliding his monster tongue to fill up all the lower third of my vagina, the monster began to masterfully over-stimulate me while sucking me like a god. “You don’t squirt in me! I suck the squirt out of you!”

I lost all my voice as I tried to scream, but no sound—not even the slightest welp—came out. I felt my organs being pulled to my crotch as the monster sucked the oceans out of my femaledom, not forcing my scorching womb and cunt to behave just like his balls: pulsating beasts of sexual power forcing themselves to produce inhuman amounts of sexual juices. My fertility was astounding, but the Alpha’s virility was far superior: his suctions were both so utterly fast and so ungodly strong that my insides became finally fully dry. As my vagina ejected more hundreds of gallons of lubes in its canal, all the wetness was sucked away by the monster’s hungry mouth, which seemed to contain a black hole deep into his throat.

«Oh, my…!!» Again, my muscles were rebelling. «Fucking… god!!» I could kill that guy if I wanted to. Breaking free from his grip, tightening my cunt around his cock, then milking him to the point of emasculation, pff!, that was, like, child’s game to me. I could literally pump his cock so good that the beast would end up as cockless as an eunuch, his manhood extracted from his muscular crotch by the superior genitals of his infinitely stronger Alpha female, yet… I chose not too. I was an Alpha—the ultimate Alpha—but I was still female, therefore I would never reject a good submission when my male acted the part so fucking well. «Enjoy this moment, my powerful, hungry stallion.» Still fully penetrated by his dick, I moved one arm up behind my back and caressed the huge face of my man. «This pussy’s yours.»

Once the man released my cunt, with a loud boom as his lips parted mine, an explosion of lubricants made the entire place rain with my squirt. The ceiling had now been completely torn up and demolished by our vertical ejaculations, with the walls and ceilings of the floor above now being bent and destroyed by these same unending jets. Moving his fingers around my waist so as to make sure of his grip, the monster pulled me up, and I felt his gargantuan cock “descending” on my body, or rather, its huge sturdy manhood retreating into my anus, folding my intestines back into place, and then finally resting in the middle of my belly, which it immediately filled up even with the smallest of his incontinent orgasms. “How much of daddy’s semen do you want, my horny, muscular daughter?”

Smiling and squirting, I forced the words through my cock-filled mouth: “every drop of it. Empty your balls. All of them.”

The monster complied, and my belly exploded into a barrel containing a hundred thounsand gallons of cum in a fraction of a fraction of a single second. Every hole of my being was exploding with cum, with rocket jets of steamy spunk blasting off my anus after my guts had been swollen to their max by the horse’s valiant discharge.

My man was clearly taking great male pride in fecundating me so brutally. My body just kept growing and growing as he kept unloading his virile seed. As he fucked and seeded my head, with my eyes turned to his abs and my cum-exploding ass turned away from him, showering the place with continental blast of cum, I was given the luxury and the blessing of being able to touch and worship his mighty bull balls, which were just as juicy as ever. «These nuts!» I cupped ‘em babies with my hands, feeling my palms so minuscule next to those massive, supersized eggs. «Fuck, if that ain’t pure virility!» I pulled his sack and shoved it against my neck and my chin, massaging my cum-bursting face with the virile surface of his breeding sack. «Just like fertile women have huge tits full with milk, virile males must have heavy sacks full of cum—and this male, oh… he’s the greatest in the entire universe!»

The monster destroyed every intact piece of wall or ceiling—or any kind of solid surface for that matter—with his gargantuan discharges, after which he panted and withdrew me from his prick, the massive rod leaving my belly and sliding out of my throat in a massive vacuum-induced pull. «F-f-fuuuuck…!!!» My orgasms at that point were beyond creation—if that makes any sense. I had God within my womanhood, and the energy of all the pleasure I felt would suffice to create a few universes from scratch. My nails dug into the iron skin of that muscular breeding machine, with my tongue wanting to lick him and worship him all if the excessive cum, oozing from my every pore, didn’t prevent it. “F-f-fuck!!” The monster lifted me up in the air through my hair. He held my golden locks with a single hand, pulling his freed arm back, with its palm spread wide and open.

He slapped me. *BAAAM!!!* The blow create shockwaves in the direction of the slap, which in turn created waves on the spunk resting on the ground. Holding my hair with that same hand that slapped me, he then pulled his other arm back, leaving its palm spread as wide as before. *BAAAM!!!* With another blow, he create massive shockwaves in the opposite direction of the previous slap. The spunk rose like tsunamis flooding and wrecking the nearby room. Despite their size and destructive power, they were nothing compared to the jizz that exploded out of my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes every time he slapped me.

The monster flexed his arms and curled his fingers as the slaps went on and on for minutes. The entire floor beneath us began to collapse thanks to the shockwaves of those blows, as well as the rumbling of his stallion muscles. I puked and spit cum following every blow. Despite all the pain, I wanted to bit hit “harder… daddy!!”

A little bit of wrath grew in the man’s breast, for he was already giving blows he considered to be quite deadly. “So bit it… whore!!” I tried not to smile as a flurry of slaps and even punches massacred my face, with my head turning from side to side at every second as the monster huffed and puffed with growing passion in those blows. The floor eventually collapsed, with us both brought to the (even more massive) room beneath, which was promptly covered in all the Atlantic Ocean of cum he had just nutted. There, he continued to massacre my face, before turning me sideways and aiming his palms to my massive body.

“Are you pregnant, woman?”

Oh! He was so careful! “Uh-uh… nah.” I spit cum and blood through my lips. “You can go all out, daddy.”

And he did, and by the gods!, at moments I doubted my own strength as the monster aimed not for my belly, but my tits: *BOOOM! BOOM! BOOOM!!* Every repetitive slap and punch made hundreds or thousands of gallons of milk explode in every direction. My tits responded to the challenge by pumping even bigger loads of milk at any time. “He, he!!” As he pulled his arm away and breathed in heavily, panting and sweating after a violent flurry of blows, I laughed, looking at him through the corners of my eyes. “Let’s see… fuck…” I spit blood and (yeah, you guessed it) yet more semen at every word. “Let’s see who’s greatest: my fertility or your virility.”

The monster heaved and weaved heavily, his body at times very close to losing balance. “What, woman?”

I shoo my tits, and jets as thick as telephone poles blasted off my iron-hard, glass-sharp nipples. “Who’s stronger: my tits or your balls.” I looked down to his crotch, seeing those two massive cum tanks as swollen as if he was a virgin—a virgin, virile stallion, poor boy, who had never cum on a single mare… ever! “See my tits, ooh!!” I squeezed them, and the beasts gushed with milk! “So fucking fertile!! Come on!! Punch them!! See who’s…!”

He didn’t allow me to complete. *BOOOOOOM…!!!* With the mighty punch he threw in my tits, milk exploded so hard that the entire place, from top to bottom, without a single square inch left untouched, was painted white. “Fucking whore!!” More powerful blows followed, and the ground once again collapsed and made us fall in a machine or engine room of sorts, which we proceeded to destroy with our ferocious fucking/wrestling match.

The savagery went on for hours. The masters of the towers couldn’t contain their despair: “we’ve got breaches in every room! We’re been taken off course and out of orbit! Do you hear us, you two fucks? You’re gonna destroy this place!!”

“Yeah, yeah, yada, yada.” I puked blood in my man’s face, jiggling my body to taunt him. “Come bog, big stallion!” I hardened my abs. “Hit ‘em sexy abs! Hit them hard, come on! Give the worst your fists can do!”

He punched my abs so through that his fist made a bulge on my back. I was sent flying through several walls of titanium until one of them finally managed to break my flow. One I took my face out of the bent metal, I laughed: “oh, yeah!!” I spit blood in the air. “Fuck yeah, baby, oh!!” My pussy was squirting like craaaazy-eeeh! “Fuck, gimme you power!! Give me more of your…” The monster came right behind me and punched me through the wall again. He massacred and savaged my body with mountain-cracking blows for hours until the station began to descent—he, he, ‘descend!’ What a fancy way to say ‘crash!’—into the planet, and we were all scattered on the planet’s paradisical plains once the satellited collided and exploded in it.

For a moment, once we stood on our feet immediately after the crash, the monster looked at me with terror, yet I replied with only a calm, confident smile. “Don’t worry, baby.” I winked. “Our kids are all right.” I stood on my two feet, shivering and wobbling a little, bruised and covered in blood, but otherwise unscathed, offering my body for another beating. “Come on. Take me. Wreck me up.” I bowed to him. “I’m your fucking sex doll, my stud. You can even destroy me, if you see fit. I have no rights. I have no will. I have no dignity or life except that which you give me.” I pointed to my abs, offering them again for his mighty blows. “Brutalize me, daddy. Ruin me. Punch me through the core of this fucking planet.” I spread my legs a little, making a little dance, jiggling and giggling like a little girl, barely able to contain my excitement. “Fucking annihilate me!”

He did, but now in the way I expected. “You stupid… beautiful cunt.” He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, and then he inserted his prick on my cunt again, stretching me up and hosing my womb with his seed. I came and cried and despaired, feeling his magma semen jets as strong as cannon shots within me.

“Fuck all this power!!” Tears were squirted through my eyes, but the huge monster hadn’t even started to work out his filthy plan.

“Shut up, you fucking cunt.” He casually pulled me up and took me out of his penis, leaning his cock forward and aiming its geysering urethra to my torso. “Fucking drown on my junk!” He unleashed his torrents of semen, covering me completely in jizz in, like, less than one thousandth of a second, and then just cumming and cumming and, oh, cumming so hard, so virile, such a powerful fucking man!

“Ye-yeaaah, d-daddy!!” I screamed inside the cocoon of cum as he just kept unloading his tanks on me. Fuck, that horse had an endless reservoir of semen! It got me so hot! At times, my squirting was even more powerful than his cumming—but that’s because he wasn’t even trying to shoot hard. If he did, I doubt if my body would end up in one piece after a single of his massive loads.

Rivers and waterfalls of semen ran through the dense forest around us, uprooting most of the trees and burning a few others. It’s ironic how the broth that gave my womb life was the same that anihiliated all life on whatever planet we chose to fuck. Within a minute, that God of Semen had cummed an entire Black Sea of jizz, not even getting nearly as tired as he did before—almost as if the act of cumming relaxed and rejuvenated his body, his muscles brimming with so much endless energy. “Whore!” He turned my body around and came his loads all over me. Layer after layer of heavy cum built on top of my skin, adding about a hundred thousand pounds of semen to my now ‘modest’ three thousand pounds of muscle mass. And then he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming…

“Oo-ooh!!” And cumming and cumming and cumming!

He turned me upside down and rubbed his urethra against my face. Then… shot, shot, shot!! He unleashed the burning seed on my face, as if wanting to peel it off with his semen. “Grr!! Mmrmm!!” He grunted, so masculine, and in my delirium of cum I still raised my hands to his body and worshiped his every perfect, divinely-sculpted muscles. He was such a stud, such a god, fuck! Such a perfect paragon of masculinity!

“Fuck! Grr! Oh, roooaar!!” Veins sprawled and throbbed all over his monumental physique, his feet sinking on the ground below us as his body weight surpassed the twenty thousand pounds. The god’s balls had become as huge as elephant babies; they had so much cum that even his massive penis, now at sixteen inches of width and covered with more veins than the entire body of a hippopotamus, couldn’t even shoot them all! His balls were swelling, and in my mind I fancied them literally exploding will all that excess jizz, creating a perpetual storm of cum all over the planet.

«Oh, J-Jesus!! Fuck!» I kept my mouth opened and gulped all the cum he shot at me. When that wasn’t the case, I used my lips and my sixty-inch tongue to slurp on and drink all the semen glued to his body—not that this was ever the case, as his tanks were just eager to always feed me, and their reserves were literally unlimited. «Feed me, daddy!! Feed me your awesome horse cum!»

He penetrated my womb again and shot his loads on it. I felt the semen gushing out through my pussy, splashing against his awesome abs as he thrust his hips incontinently, almost desperately on me, as if always trying to hold back and not to lose his cool so soon, so hard. “Fuck!!” He roared, and the entire planet felt his cry. Popping his cock out of my swollen cunt, he turned me around and fecundated my ass. He added just the tip at first—the basketball-sized tip—and let his pure loads of semen inflate and unroll all my guts, stomach, and throat. The spunk gushed out of my mouth, and like that it kept gushing as I was anally brutalized. Then, the monster added just a few more inches of prick—then a few more inches a few minutes later, then a few more inches, then a few more, and yet a few more, inches after inches through a whole hour until his cock finally burst free through my mouth and he shot his loads directly into the starry sky. “Whor-ee-aaahh!!” He roared, giving orgasms to my orgasms within my orgasms. He took his prick away and fecundated my womb one more time. Then, he turned me upside down and inserted his prick on my mouth, doing the same thing he did to my anus, but now going the opposite direction. Another hour passed until the cock broke free through my anus and unloaded its oceans of spunk freely in the air. The monster retrieved the prick and fecundated my womb again. I knew what he was doing, and I was loving it! «He can’t batter my body through the outside—I’m just to godly to feel anything. Oooh!!» As I was anally penetrated again, I felt his loads punching and massacring their way through my insides, bursting through my nose, nostrils, and eyes almost like wanting to rip my face apart. «If he can’t do that from outside, he’ll do that from inside out!» I licked my lips while the torrent of cum almost ripped my tongue out. «I love it! Wonder how long his virility will last like that.»

A whole week, it seemed. He penetrated me in every conceivable hole for a full week until half the planet had been covered in his spunk, creating another atmosphere of pure gaseified semen like he did to our previous planets. The monster didn’t want to punish me, I came to admit, but he was rather just relieving himself on my body, his grunts growing less desperate and his loads less destructive as the days went by and he had every nook and cranny of my body drawn on the skin of his breeder. He fecundated even my own ears and nose when the other holes had become too blasé. Huffing and puffing, he allowed all his trauma, all his fears and anguish gush out along with the steam. After a whole week of him using me like a personal cum bucket, he just dropped me on the sea of semen and collapsed with his bed on it, snoozing peacefully as I crawled my way into his muscular pecs.

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Jasmine and Lioness helped themselves with my tits as my awesome stud fondled my abs so lovingly. He rubbed his face against my neck and breather his hot, dragon-like breath on it before he kissed it, memorizing my every scent and texture. I turned my head up and locked my lips on his mouth. Our tongues sensuously danced in our mouths, often exploring each other’s throat, occasionally diving into out stomachs and bathing on the sexual fluids still contained in them. Our make-out wasn’t as intense as usual, of course, so as not to disturb the two little goddesses who drank me. Often times, when we became just a little two frisky, one of the babies—usually Jasmine, of course—punch me right in the SIDE and literally took all my hair out, like I had been hit my a car right near the boob. “Fuck, baby girl!” I trembled and panted, and even my husband looked at the baby with a little fear, for he sensed that main pain was honest and my worries about my life were concrete. “Don’t be so rough with mommy, okay?” Jasmine sort of excused herself by suckling my tits with a little less, err, let’s say, ‘savagery,’ but still each suction caused my lungs to bulge closer to my ribcage and my organs guts and stomach to flow up, nearing my tits. “She’s sucking me like a fucking black hole. Ouch, ouch, Lioness, no!” I gave both of them tiny disciplinary slaps, but especially on Lioness, who had just begun sucking me way too hard as she heard my words. “No, please, you two, stop! No competing, okay? Damn! Mommy’s gotta breathe, you muscular monsters!”

The giant embraced me around my waist, his enormous hands cupping my belly, his thumbs fondling my enormous abdominal muscles. He planted slow, careful kisses on my cheeks, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as if he wanted—but dared not—to say something. I turned my face up to look at him and ask: “are you okay now, my love?”

The monster tightened his hug on me, making me feel so delightfully small within his huge, muscular embrace. Damn, his arms and legs, not to mention his oversized cock, they were like a giant bag of muscles I was helplessly sinking in! If there is a Heaven, it is the embrace of a muscular man! The beast breathed down slowly on my neck, planting tiny kitten kisses on it with enormous lips. “Why do you like me?”

My eyes almost never moved away from his from that moment on. “Well, baby, look at you. You’re a god.” I kissed him relentlessly every time he began to get a little to insecure. “Such a massive, well-endowed monster. It’s like I have a horseman full of cum always ready to fecundate me at will! I don’t merely like you, you wild bull! I fucking love you!”

I felt his insides twitching with shock as my words hit him hard. With one hand, he fondled my pussy, and moaning and grunting I allowed many jets of squirt to coat his fingers. He fondled my lips, but didn’t penetrate them, enjoying the sensations of my juices flooding and coating his salami-sized limbs. “Why don’t you move on to the Studs—the real Studs? Not flawed sample like me, but the real sex gods whom I can’t even look at without… cumming like mad… and offering my ass for them to penetrate and fecundate, just like a woman’s?”

Damn, one of my eyebrows was raised so far up I think it pulled the whole half of my face along with it. “What?”

The monster shrugged, finding comfort on my tits, which he massaged at their base (and inadvertently helped the milk flow harder into the mouths of our kids). “They… did me. Many of them. Omega, uh, the other monsters… they rap-” He forced himself to stop, his entire frame becoming that of an afraid little child. “They have harems of thousands of women, each of them. Women not exactly as strong as you, but quite close, and yet they fuck these entire harems on a daily basis, casually, even the weakest of them barely breaking sweat.”

“You mean Omega?”

He nodded with a grunt. “Mm.” I laid my head tenderly on his chest and rubbed my cheeks in the middle of his monstrous pecs. Even at the peak of my power, it was quite a challenge imagining a man stronger, mightier, hornier than that living bull. My beast kept struggling with his words: “they’re gods. They’re mighty… hot… gods of sex.”

I heard booms coming from his crotch, and my eyes turned down to see what it was. I had to contain my giggling as I saw his exhausted shaft throbbing, with the veins pumping scorching blood to reanimate it. “You getting aroused by them, my stallion?” He turned his face away, and I scooped the underbelly of his breeder with one hand, pulling it up to feel its heft and weight. “What did they do to you? Tell me. You think I’m gonna love you less because of your delicate side?”

The monster spread his arms and leaned back, indicating he wanted to get out of there quick, yet he dared not disturb the voracious suckling of their daughter. I massaged the uber-muscular backs of our chimpanzee-sized babies and kissed them in their foreheads, receiving on my face the careful fondling of their loving (yet powerful) hands. “Baby, look at your kids. Look at what your semen has produced.”

“Mm.” His face was filled with heat and color. “Yeah. They’re pretty amazing.”

We both heard their suckling like submarine engines: a powerful, unending rumbling of a beast always one step away from attacking. Their muscles throbbed and danced on their bodies, covered with veins thicker than fingers. At that early age—barely a month old—they were actually quite hideous things (except for their faces, of course), like spheres of pure muscle and almost no fat. Still, that only went to show how godly those girls would become.

I kissed my man’s pec and suckled on his nipples, sometimes licking them and flicking them with my tongue and purring to show my approval. “Baby, you can be weak with me. You can be sensible and tender… I actually prefer that.” He grunted, and I stimulated his huge balls with my foot. “Are you afraid you’re going to lose your libido, somehow? That you’re going to underperform or fail at your male duties? Is that what you fear?” My massaging became a little too vigorous, prompting the balls to unload such huge volumes of seed in the sack that even my babies were a little startled. I only chuckled and purred on his iron breast. “For starters, you can’t. That’s not me saying you should always be virile and stuff; you literally cannot not be virile! Look at this!” I squeezed his monster balls, and the gravy-thick semen just kept piling up around the tests. “You’re sad and depressed, yet even them your balls swell,” I touched his monster cock, throbbing at twenty-eight inches of semi-hardness, “even them, mm!, your cock harden.”

“Gnarh! Please, woman, stop.” He half-heartedly moved my hand and feet away from his potent genitals. “Our kids are drinking.” I just kept smiling at him. “What?” I just kept smiling in silence. “Mm, what? What silly smile is that, woman?”

“You would take me right here, right now again, wouldn’t you,” I spread my legs, and my pussy juices flowed down his crotch, bathing his testicles, “if our kids weren’t around?”

His face twitched and his lips twirled, and he tried looking away, finding excuses to change the topic, but soon he just sighed and looked at me with a reluctant smile. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” I fondled his cheeks, raising one eyebrow. “Yeah?” He looked at me. I was biting one lip. He penetrated my fanny with one finger—just one finger!—and I felt like a horse was penetrating me. “Aaah!!” I bit hit and sank my nails on his skin, hearing his muscles rumbling as his body was held at bay before his own growing arousal.

“I would tear you in half.” He pulled me up to his face, masturbating me slowly, yet constantly with his one finger. My pussy regurgitated mad volumed of creamy juice, bathing his whole lower torso. “My mare. My strong, juicy mare.”

“Oh, fuck. Stop, please.” I was all moans and gasps, filling my kids emptying my tits much harder. The monster lifted me up to his face and whispered on my ear:

“I’m feeling more powerful now. Bet I can fuck you through the core of this planet.”

I orgasmed. Loud juices blasted off on his fingers, and my cries disturbed even my kids, who punched me in the guts so I just shut up. “Oooh, babies, babies, uuuh!!” I bit my lips violently. “I’m s-so… oh, I’m s-s-soo, soo… mm!! So sorry!! Fuck!!” I gave the cheeks of my monster very tiny slaps. “Baby, please, calm down, calm down.”

“Right, bitch.” He unplugged his penis-sized finger from my cunt, and the sudden emptiness caused me to orgasm hard and abruptly before feeling an all-encompassing coolness in my nerves.

“Gee… Jesus… fuck!!” I laughed. “God, you’re so fucking good!!” I heard him chuckle, the contractions of his chest sounding (and feeling) like earthquakes under my face. “Dude, you’re a god. Don’t be afraid… to be afraid… to be sensible and delicate next to your woman.” Just like that, in a mighty transformation, he was like an hesitant puppy again. “You will never fail your manly duties, no matter how you feel.” I slid down on his body, feeling his massive abs massaging my back, and pushed my pussy against his penis, stretching my labia up and oozing pints of cream on his dong. “You will always be a potent, semen-filled breeder. Your cum is infinite. You will wash my pussy and flood my pussy with it whenever you want, however you want it!”

“Yeah. But…” He just stopped, fondling the cheeks of your babies with the massive fingers of his dry hand. “But…”

I laid a palm on his cheek and pulled his face to me. “Regardless of that… even if you, by some miracle (or curse) never feel like fucking me again… you don’t have to worry, baby.” My muscles roared. “I will fuck you.” My pussy bit his cock and actually bent if surface, causing the man to grunt and shiver in the beginnings of a sharp pain. “If all you want to do forever is do lay down like a doll, I’m cool with that.” I had to use every bit of willpower in my being so that my muscles didn’t crush that man’s body with their swelling and their power. Fuck, my lioness was awaking! Waves of heat were bursting from my pores, expelled by the energy that was growing and piling up. I had to be quick and careful, lest I wanted my beast to awaken and wreak havoc on my poor stud’s body. “Baby, I don’t know what you think about me, but I’m a stud.”

He raised one eyebrow. “You’re a stud?” I nodded with a very horny face. “Mm, you’re a stud?”

“You doubt it?” I slid my fingernail on his pec. “After all I did to you? You still doubt it?”

“No. I don’t doubt… you’re… you’re…”

I giggled and covered his chest with kisses. “Baby, I’m stronger than you. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I saw his face battling against the suffering. “Baby, I love being in charge. Always. I’m not a little girls who likes to top once in a while.” I sucked and bit my lips. “I am the top! Always!” I made sure to never let his face go without fondling for too long. “If I let you top me, it’s because I’m not one to turn out new experiences. And, after all, we gotta be generous during sex: you gimme some, I give you some.” I stretched all over his torso, making my back muscles push against his, massaging his firm physique with my involuntary flexing. “But, baby, I’m a stud. No.” I pulled his face and forced him to look at me. “I’m the stud. Do you see those muscles?”

My entire body rumbled. Veins popped and boomed all over my sculptural physique. There was a gentl gulping on my monster’s throat as he sheepishly nodded and murmured “mm.”

I made my biceps swell threateningly. My body was so hard and hot it made rumbling noises, like a machine tuning up. “I can make them swell again. I can make myself bigger and stronger than you in a few minutes. All I need…” My body trembled, “is a little flex.” He gulped some more. “You don’t get it, do ya?” I pulled his face for a kiss. His mouth ceded to mine without resistance. My lips spread his own apart, and my tongue protruded inside him to give him a taste of my power and arousal. “I’m the man here. Really. You can test my will, if you want to.”

“Test your…?” I forced his mouth shut by placing a few fingers under his jaw. Without realizing, my body had indeed grown a little just with that casual display of authority, going from 8ft5in to right past 9ft of height. My muscles ballooned with five hundred extra pounds of mass, which made a sensible change by making his back sink a little lower in the ocean/divan of semen he was laying on. My massive rear oppressed is humongous genitalia; no matter how big and hard he was, my ass already made his penis look merely ‘adequate,’ and my hardness could easily supplant his with a few deeper breaths and awesome flexes.

Taking his hand, I pushed his palm against my ten-pack washboard abs. “If you want to spend the rest of your days wearing skirts and lifting up your ass so that momma here can fuck you good… baby, you do you. You can be a girly girl and I will still love you. Heck, I will still desire the fuck out of you!” I lifted my arms and worshiped his face and torso, cupping his dangling testicles with my feet and making him grunt with my vivacious massages. “Yeah, of course, I’m still only a human at heart, and I definitely have my selfish desires. The biggest of them might be your bod. Oh, this awesome bod of yours!” I stuck my tongue out, and with ease I managed to lick his face and his swollen, iron throat; that pillar of meat was always so hot and hard, almost like a second cock. “I love you… but I cum for your body. This body of a human horse… a Greek god… fuck, no! You could literally fuck a Greek god with is, for your body is just…” My feet were delighting themselves on the heavy weight of his huge, semen-swollen testicles. “So! Fucking! Big!!”

“But the Studs…”

I shut him up again, making sure to let him feel the firm grip of my fingers on his chin—and to know that I could turn that grip deadly at any second. “Yeah, the Studs are probably bigger than you, harder than you, much manlier than you.” I looked at him. “So what?” I let him speak. “Mm? So what, baby?”

After a looong wait and a looot of reluctance… “I mean… they are much more manly than I am, so… you will love them the most.”

“No.” I got his face. “No. Hey, baby, no. I will fuck them, that’s for sure, and I will lay them like a sex goddess, just like I will lay every virile, fertile creature I find in my wake, but I will always love you. No matter what, no matter whom…” I lifted myself to his face and gave him a caring kiss. “I will always love you, my baby stud.”

He cupped my breasts and fondled them as he kissed me back. I let him invite himself to my mouth and dominate my throat with his tongue, his breath becoming faster and heavier as he felt more and more of my tits. Lioness, to my surprise, too her mouth out of my gushing tits and literally guided the hand of my man to it, letting him have all of the awesome bosom. “Daddy… take.” He mumbled. “Mommy… is of daddy.”

He smiled. Jasmine soon followed, almost crushing my man’s wrist as he aggressively guided his other hand to my tits. Milk blasted between his fingers, soon turning his whole huge hands into massive vanilla pies.

“Wow.” He gazed upon the red, hurt mark on his wrist. “You’re really strong, little one.” Jasmine gave him that grim so cocky that it basically begged for a punch, yet quickly she climbed on his shoulder and hugged his face to cover him with endless, hungry kisses.

“Daddy.” She looked into his eyes and kissed them too. “I am… your favorite?”

I had to cover my mouth so as not to laugh at that. My body was soon hurt by Lioness’s feet as she climbed me up and stood on my man’s other shoulder, worshiping the other side of his face. “Daddy… I am your favorite. ‘Kay, daddy?”

My man laughed as he took his milk-dripping hands off my tits and scooped both kids with them. He moved them over his face like they were two telephone handles in his grip. “Come here, you!” He them pulled Lioness to his face and blew air into her muscular tummy, causing her to burst out of laugher as even Jasmine smiled with fun. “And you here, my little monster.”

“Oh, daddy…” She was too laughing out loud as her father blew on her belly, and then he alternated blows between the children before covering their faces with strong, loud kisses.

“I will never have any favorites, you two. All of my kids…” He looked at me, “are my favorites!” I smiled back at him, my eyes filling with tears, and I scooped a few pints of my heavy, thick, creamy milk with my fingers, then lifted my hands to his face. I smeared the milk in his lips, prompting him to open his mouth and suck the milk out of my fingers until they were shinny and clean. He then leaned down to me, and our mouth met on another long, passionate kiss.

Daddy returned his kids to my tits. They suckled me much less intensely as they slowly fell into sleep. We both gazed upon each other for hours while snuggling with those beautiful babies and admiring their hard, swollen, muscular bodies. “Our girls are so beautiful.”

“Yeah.” I shook my head with haughty pride. “They are going to become stronger than even the strongest Stud of these aliens.” I felt my heart shiver a bit. “Seedmaker.” I looked up, sensing the darkness regrowing in my husband’s breast. “Baby, did they hurt you? These Studs? You almost said they’d raped you.”

“Well… uh… they can be a little rough.”

I touched his face. My eyes left no doubt about my seriousness—maybe even my wrath. “Baby, did they ever do things that you didn’t want done to you?” I fondled him while feeling his eyes descent into great sadness. “Did I ever make you feel bad? Inadequate? Not like a real man?”

He looked to all directions, wanting to escape, but eventually he just nodded and let go a painful, broken welp. “Y-yes…”

He cried. His tears hit my face like marbles made of pure steel, and I had to go up and kiss and worship him for many minutes until he started to feel good again.

It didn’t work—not quite, I mean. With my kiss, he began to sob and literally shower my face with his tears. My babies woke up in the middle of all that pain, and immediately they left the tits so they could comfort their father. I blocked their way: “no.” I kissed them both, pointing to the spaceship in the horizon. “Lioness, Jasmine, go back to the ship and ready it for departure. We’re going back to your siblings and…”

“Please, honey. N-no…” He cried, his cracking, grave voice making me feel such anguish in my breast!

“Shh, my love, shhh.” I kissed him, drinking the tears from his lips. “You cry on mommy’s breast as hard as you want, okay? Mommy’s got everything covered for you.” I assaulted his lips with harder and longer kisses, feeling his cock pulse while my kids clang to my biceps, ready to go back to the ship. “Gimme a minute, just a minute, okay?” I turned to my babies. “Go. Wait for us there. We need to head back, after all. I had one week of milk stored for your siblings, and the juice will be over any moment now.” I kissed them both one last time. “Can you do this for mommy, huh? My beautiful babies!” I saw them going away, already so independent and on their own. “Give us an hour or two, okay?” Immediately, then… “heeey, baby, heeey!” I fondled the giant’s face. He almost couldn’t believe what I was doing to him. Turning my body to face him, and climbed on his torso and cupped one massive breast with one hand. “Guess what mommy’s got for you.”

“H-honey…!” He tried to deflect me, but his lips couldn’t resist as I pushed my breast against them.

“Ooh!” I felt the twinge of pleasure abrasing my whole chest as the monster immediately, almost automatically began to suck me dry. It was always easy to forget his unholy strength once I got too arrogant with my own powers: “oh, daddy!! Daddy!!” The milk made thunderous sounds as it invaded his mouth. The beast’s head was far larger than a bull’s; I caressed it and kissed it as he ate up the whole front half of my tits, sucking it so hard that I felt my breast nearly hitting the back of his throat. “Jesus Christ!! Oh, fuck!!” My pussy began to shower his abs continuously with hot, steamy juice. “Jesus fuck… oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” I became short of breath. “Oh, Jesus, stud!!”

Milk burst from his nostrils and the sides of his lips as he bloated his own cheeks with the nectar. Through his throat, crunching sounds of the heavy honey flowing down, collapsing loud and heavily into his supersized stomach. My poor boy was still crying, though I made sure to comfort him with endless kisses and a vigorous fondling in his face—while trying so hard to not lose my cool, to not get too carried away in the pleasure that was making my pussy almost spark with pure orgasms. “Jesus… Christ!!”

The beast was suckling milk harder than the tits could produce. Granted, Lioness and Jasmine, those two hungry felines, had sucked my breasts for four hours continuously up to that point, yet their strength was noticeably inferior to even the most casual sucking of my stud: with his gorgeous tongue, he cupped the lower side of my breast inside his mouth and squished it; milk blasted into his mouth and through his nostrils in powerful, hose-like jets, and I heard the liquid exploding like the blast of a rocket. Soon, I had to pat the monster in the back of his head so that he changed tits, lest he wanted to turn that one breast into a flappy, worn-out worm. “Baby!! Oh, b-baby boy, my o-other… ooh!… my other breast, please!!” I bit my lips and rolled my eyes as the monster changed tits. If I hoped for an easier time, damn, I was shocked to feel his suckling now double as hard, with the milk blasting thrice was strong, and my tits being almost ripped from my chest, with my veins and arteries concentrating around its area to feed the organ with all the necessary nutrients for milk production. My breasts, at that point, were more fertile than a farm factory of ten thousand cows constantly churning out whole tanks of milk.

I laughed. Kissing my baby on his forehead, I whispered to him amidst the many orgasms and moans: “baby stud, can you take mommy to the spaceship?” I humped my ass over his genitalia and teased his monstrous thighs with my feet. “Can you carry m-? Uuh-ooah!” Instantly, he stood up, lifting myself on his arms, cradling me on his monstrous, super muscular, hyper virile chest like a baby, and then straddling along the sea of hot semen towards the big ship awaiting for us. “Good boy!!” I cooed and kissed him, rubbing his humongous biceps with my hands. “So strong!! Oh, my god!!” I grabbed his shaft with my feet. That huge, thick breeding machine! It was so massive my feet couldn’t touch around its girth! “Fuck!! Virile! So virile!!”

Our eyes crossed in a few brief moments. They were filled with desire. Making his way into the ship, the monster stained the metal floor with buckets of semen leaking through his body. His penis, too, was pissing out gallons of precum, which only made the level of fluids in the place rise as the ships engines were just warming up.

“C-can you p-please…?” A unison of meek voices came through the ship’s audio systems, “not?? T-this ship cannot resist your level of, uh… copulation.”

I threw an angry look at the ship’s speaker system, but had to sadly comply with it. “My… oooh!! My stud!” The monster changed tits whenever he felt one was getting too small and too strained for milk, and when he did so blasts of my nectar exploded into the ship, splashing on its walls and ceiling while also covering his face in pure white. “P-please…” I gave him a cocky smirk. “L-let’s not be too savage okay?” I kissed his cheeks. “Not right now.”

The monster grunted and puffed, looking up to me with his red, saddened eyes while the tears still flowed down from them and my tits hosed his massive chest with wave after wave of creamy milk. I kissed him, and, placing my hand on the back of his head, I pulled him back to my tits. “Don’t stop, my wonderful stud. Eat me. Drink me.” Still, he relucted. “Hey, come, come, now.” My lips moistened longingly his cheeks. “I’m your mommy. Drink your mommy.” I immediately felt his penis getting hard, pressing against my iron ass cheeks and pulling my entire body up. The giant stud puckered his lips, yet still hesitated.

I grabbed my right breast with one hand and squeezed it. The milk exploded into his face in a delirious sample of my full fertility. With my other hand, I took advantage of his shocked expressions and pulled his head in, fitting my tits into his mouth and squishing my milk directly into his throat. “Sit, puppy, sit.” As I moaned and orgasms, the monster just collapsed there, on the floor, bending the metal under his ass and then the wall behind his back as he leaned on it. Spreaking his humongous legs wide open, he just sat there, eyes rolling back, suckling me like a kid.

My pussy was probably going to be the biggest problem in that ship, not my tits or his gargantuan, body-breaking cock. I was squirting mad jets of pleasure at such great volumes that the room became a shallow pool of womb cream. The ship’s drainage systems did their best to clean out all the excess liquids, but still I had to find a way to control myself, lest I wanted to ship to explode in outer space.

Out from the side of the room, I heard a beautiful voice: “mommy?” Big, powerful Jasmine was standing there, on her two (muscular) legs, peeking at us through the crack of a door. I waved her away: “hey, big baby… aah!!!” The pleasure… fuck! My pussy hosed another big one on his body as he sucked me and devoured me. “P-please, leave mommy and daddy. Uuuh…!!” I bit my lips so hard as to draw blood from them again. “Mommy and daddy a’gonna make sweet, naughty love again.”

Already with the maturity of a twenty-year old, my one-month-old baby just turned around and sealed the door behind her, leaving us to moan and orgasm harder as the heat within my man’s massive body only grew and burned like a solar flare. The ship’s engines roared. We took flights. “God!!” My muscular, ripped arms involuntarily fumbled on the man’s incredibly thick legs, grabbing his cock and lifting him up. “Penetrate me!!”

He did so, and his speed and effortlessness alone made me hose him with cream: the entire conjunction of movements barely took two seconds as he lifted me up, grabbed his monstrous cock and, still suckling and drinking my tits like a whole banquet of fertility, he inserted his (mostly soft) penis in my pussy, which was stretched loudly and painfully by his incredible womb eater. “Oooooh… GOD!!!” I lost my fucking shit! “By the gods!! Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!!!” One blast of pussy cream splashed on his abs for every burst of multiple orgasms that penis caused on me. He was soft, almost entirely so, yet my pussy was re-stretched by a crown sider than eight inches and penetrated by about ten inches of a pillar much harder than titanium. That monster, when soft, had the endowment of a about thirty rock-hard breeding bulls.

Our eyes connected when the wardens announced our departure: “lifting off. P-please, behave.” The ship took flight, and through the whole two-hour journey we humped and fumbled and kissed each other’s body while trying so hard to not destroy the space-faring vessel with our explosive orgasms.

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[NSFW/+18!] Seedmaker 3: Planets of Milk

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It must have been a confusing sight, you know, for my alien masters to arrive at the planet and see it all so… white!… from the vastness of space. Their floating black box, flying in space at hypersonic speeds, suddenly came to a halt once the planet’s surface became visible. They surely thought it wasn’t the planet, but actually a dim, white star of some sort, for all its surface was covered in a glistening white substance, so smooth and perfect that it allowed for no meaningful elevation whatsoever in that vast plain.

The black box hovered around the planet for a while, unsure of what to do next. The five (or so) moons were orbiting the body just as they would expect, and the coordinates in the box’s complicated, indecipherable panels were all correct. It was just the planet that was… just!… so!… different!

Ha, ha! I wonder what those creatures said to one another other in their control room, wherever it was. All I could know—and see and hear and feel—was their box suddenly piercing the planet’s atmosphere and descending to its surface at near-light speeds, creating shockwaves so powerful that they tore holes in the satellites hyper-condensed atmosphere.

Even those clouds and gushes and masses of steam shouldn’t be possible. The black box floated around for a while until its systems detected the surface, almost imperceptible under such intense, scorching haze. The planet was once a green, lush paradise, yet now its surface burned at consistent temperatures of eighty degrees Celsius or more. Only the surface of Venus could have been more hellish, and even then, there would be more color to the burning, hot planet than there was to that one.

The box spent many hours trying to find its way into the mist. Once they found their target—once they found us—they were met with an outrageous sight that defied even their wildest, most optimistic expectations.

My stud laid morbidly on the sea of white, his legs and arms spread out like a starfish, his entire body shivering, his long tongue partially out of his mouth—some twenty, thirty inches of it. His muscles roared and trembled, making his massive, gigantic body jump on the surface from time to time, but, that aside, he was pretty much dead, brought back from unconsciousness only by my voracious blowing of his whale-sized penis.

My hands brought out moans and grunts from his breast, with the waves of pleasure spreading on his muscles like bursts of orgasmic delight. That I brought so much pleasure and such intense joy to a guy almost twice my size (and ten times my muscle mass), that was… oh! How the fuck can I possibly describe it?! Instead, I let my hands to all the describing, sliding up and down that gigantic cock, coaxing the semen out of his balls and making it explode in heavy messes all over my muscular frame.

The black box approached us, its smooth hovering making no noise at all. “W-what…?!”

For once, I heard my “masters” studder. None of them, even the ones who truly believed in my potential, ever imagined a scene like that to be possible. After a brief cleaning of their throats, they repeated: “what happened here?”

I was too distracted by that delicious, elephant-sized dick to actually pay heed to them, though. The beast was almost entirely soft, yet still it broke through the 25-inch barrier easily. Squeezing and pumping that prick with my full arms, I flexed my biceps and my torso to lift it up, inspecting every inch of that gorgeous breeder like my whole life’s job had been just that: evaluating and ranking the male genitalia, and tasting all the best testicular juice nature had to offer.

The size, girth, and power of that penis shocked me all the time. It’d been four months since I’d begun screwing that impossible male, yet the existence of such gorgeous genital always drilled a few more squirts out of my cunt. Like a queen, I was laying on my man’s torso with my back on his fantastic abs, my head resting on his gigantic chest, my legs wrapped around the base of his unbelievable shaft, mounting it like a unicorn, pushing the prick up and feeling it ooze fresh semen on my face. I opened up my mouth and drank that nectar loudly.

My pussy unloaded a few more pints of squirt when the voices in the black box repeated the question: “earthling, tell us: what happened here?” My squirting was getting much stronger than I could control, so much so that much of it sprinkled loudly on the box’s rectangular surface.

Gargling and gorging on that virile nectar, I made my neck throb to twice its size while gulping its humongous volume, making my bulging belly bloat even harder with the pounds of fresh semen I kept adding to my stomach. It’s been a few weeks since my man and I finally stopped fucking, yet his jizz still kept flowing out of my cunt, my ass, my nostrils, even my ears; every inch of my body colonized and violated by his burning, virile seed.

I couldn’t care less for my “masters” at that moment, to be very honest. “Oh, mm!” I spit a huge load of semen into the air, with pints of it coming through my nose. “Isn’t he a wonderful horse?” Hugging that prick with both of my arms, I flexed my muscles and crushed the penis against my own abs and tits, pulling my biceps to make a huge load of jizz flow into the urethra. The balls of my monster stud rumbled with virile power. I had my feet firmly placed in them, and through my soles I could feel the truckloads of spunk slowly refilling their tanks.

My man could cum like a breeding machine, and nothing made me feel hotter than that! Placing the tip of his jaw-breaking crown on my mouth, I received the gigantic load at full force—a fist-sized, python-like thread of sperm so heavy and powerful it immediately exploded out of my nostrils, making my very eyes bulge and, soon enough, cry tears of sperm. My throat immediately doubled its width to allow for the passage of that endless corridor of virile spunk, burning in its contact, yet begging for more.

*Gloorsh!! Glooorsh!! Glooorsh!!* You could hear the powerful, heavy semen being unloaded in my stomach, making it bloat and my belly bulge while the previous loads already there were pushed down into my guts, and then further down until my anus, from which they burst into his throbbing cock. Once fucked by that human horse at full force, my body could easily become as big as a truck to accommodate the full hard length of his breeder, and even more so to hold all the hundreds of gallons of jizz that he could come in every second. However, at that resting state, after we’d done things that would make Satan’s dick blush and shrivel in fear, I preferred to now deform myself so hideously, and instead to let the cum bloat me up like I had, uh, a baby rhino in my belly, and then flush out the rest through my guts, creating a constant, endless stream that burst out and free through my anus.

I had to control myself so as not to bite and eat that monster cock up. The semen kept flowing inside me, a powerful river of masculine breeding juice keeping my fecundated womb always warm, even scorching, as well as massaging my crowded placenta with loving care, tucking all my babies to sleep.

Every time I was satisfied with the newest load of cum, I lifted the penis up and turned it slightly to the side, letting it ooze spunk on my man’s breast or on the ocean around us. Even without my vigorous foot-massage of his massive testicles, those cum bombs just kept churning out wad after heavy wad of virile junk, the flow of it so perceptible on the monster cock. Despite its immense girth, the cock bulged and boomed with the flow of cum, sometimes shooting fatter loads at considerable distances—enough sperm to rival the full, collective orgasms of ten stallions, yet barely registering as “proper orgasm” for my man. To him, those huge, loud, heavy bursts of cum were akin to nocturnal emissions; that was the cum he unconsciously and carelessly ejaculated when he wasn’t paying attention, not nearly the volcanic power of his orgasm when he was “warming up,” let alone that planet-destroying gushes that his monster balls could muster when he was really aroused.

Sliding my fingers along the titanic veins and arteries that covered that cock, I talked about it like a faithful praising her god: “isn’t this the most massive, gorgeous cock ever known to nature?” My fingers squeezed his balls harder, sinking their skin on the pools of spunk that swirled inside them. “By the gods, he’s soooo virile! Not even in my filthiest dreams could I conceive a man even a thousandth as virile and powerful and cum-full as this wonderful stud. The amount of jizz he can pump in a single second is enough to fill a freaking bathtub. Look!” The penis throbbed and exploded with a particularly savage load of cum: countless gallons flying in an arc and exploding heavily on the ocean dozens of feet away from us. Whenever the prick was not shooting those monstrous loads, however, was when it became even more arousing, drenching my pussy with the countless wads of oil that it squirted in ecstasy: the sound of the jizz coursing inside it was, like, hot marmalade bubbling on a tank. If there was a sound that perfectly encapsulated raw, beastly masculine power, that was it. “Fuck!” I bathed myself on my squirts, feeling my muscles seizing up with the tremendous pleasure. “He’s such a man! Such a stud! I want to worship every inch of this perfect, virile specimen.” I stuck my tongue out. Strange noises came from the floating black box as inch after inch of my tongue revealed itself from my mouth; maybe the aliens hadn’t accounted for my powers of growth, for they reacted with utter surprise, even shock upon seeing the full thirty inches of my python tongue. I wrapped that tongue around the monster penis, coaxing more virile oil out of it along with my hands. Despite having my tongue fully out, my speech remained perfect: “how dare you say that this is the weakest man in your harem? How dare you!” My pumping became more violent, inadvertently coaxing gallons of burning jizz straight on my man’s anesthetized face. “He’s my stud! I feel offended that you call such virile male specimen ‘weak’ in any capacity. Oh, my fucking god!” My feet were making loud, crumbling noises while masturbating his two gigantic testicles. “Do you fucking see the amount of semen this horse is cumming? My god, I can barely see his balls, but I already feel them inflating with… so!… much!… spunk!!” I came. My squirting became deafening for a while. My pussy literally made rain girl cum all around us. My fluids were thick enough so that they hurt upon impact with my skin. My man’s jizz was insanely thick, like semi-hardened cement, but my own pussy juice wasn’t too far off. “Maybe you are jealous.” I cast a nasty look at that floating box. “Maybe your species consists of a bunch of pin-dicked dwarves. Are you jealous of my stallion?” I massaged his balls and pumped his dick even harder, feeling my feet sinking along the sack’s skin on the tanks of semen. Jizz was bursting loudly from the prick. Oh, god! It exploded in loud messes, not ejaculating, but just oozing and bursting above my body, unloading buckets at every blink of the eye. My voice was muffled by every massive wad of jizz that hit my body. Soon, both me and my awesome stud were oozing spunk. “You’re so jealous of this huge cum fountain. Look!” I pointed the dick up and pumped it with my forearms and my elbows. Indecent lassoes of jizz exploded into the air, rising a few feet above us, then massacring our muscles with their weight. “Literally a cum fountain.” Crushing my bloated pussy against the base of that shaft, I turned the soft cock to my mouth and… ate it! My jaw cracked as my lips stretched to over nine inches wide—the width of my lover’s soft cock. Again, strange, uneasy sounds came from the black box, with the aliens so surprised by my sexual abilities.

The truckload of semen invaded my body so hard that, in a fraction of a second, I felt it immediately sloshing inside my stomach, with the stream on my throat and the bloating of my cheeks felt only a second later. The semen snorted out of my nostrils and fell from my eyes. I actually loved filling my skull with so much spunk that even my tear ducts were drenched in semen. Soon, I was openly and unashamedly crying cum! Huge tears of sperm flowed in fat, steamy streams from my eyes; more obscene loads of semen burst from my nostrils, and my cheeks were as huge as a squirrel’s after eating too many accords.

The black box came closer, trying to get a better view of my carnal debauchery. “You have no idea of our species, human.” Strange chats followed in a language I could not understand, like the people behind the microphone were admonishing each other, not talking to me. “We weren’t lying. We never said he was weak.” They quickly changed their tone. “He is, however, the weakest.”

Those words actually had an effect on me, and I gargled noisily on the cock, losing control on the stream of jizz inside me. My pussy squirted fat wads of nectar while my ass shat a volume so huge of sperm that I actually felt my hips cracking a little. «The weakest??» In my mind, those words made so little sense. «How the fuck can this man… this fucking male?!… be the weakest?» My feet were lost in the endlessly virile, dense, and hot masses of sperm inside his testicles. The sensations were actually so out of this world! His actual testicles were “only” a big bigger than ostrich eggs, and heavier as if they were made with pure titanium—in fact, the heaviest material in the universe, even harder than his flexed mega-muscles—, but his actual sack was now surpassing the size of two basketballs for each testicle. How did he accomplish that? Well, for starters, there’s the obvious, humongous loads of semen he produced. We had flooded an entire planet—an! Entire! Freaking! Planet!—with his jizz, and now we were actually floating on the ocean of his still-hot spunk.

Even though he had come a lot of that spunk many months ago, it still burned as if it had been recently ejaculated. His semen was so powerful and so virile that, even after exposed to the open air for decades, it could still fecundate any woman many times over with a single droplet. Coming to think of it, I don’t actually think there was any “expiration date” for his semen; my man was so ludicrously fertile that I could throw a bunch of his spunk in a literal trash bin, let it rot for an entire century, and have my descendants grab the seed, clean it, and then fecundate any woman with it as if nothing had happened. In fact, his seed would probably eat away all the bacteria and all the “junk” in the trash, keeping itself perfectly clean no matter how nasty or deplorable was the environment it found itself in.

To say that his semen was alive was not an understatement. Every time I ate and swallowed those endless gallons he produced, like now, I could feel every individual sexual cell swirling in the stream. His sperm was like tadpoles! If you looked closely at his mass of semen, you could actually see the little bastards swimming and swirling about, their muscular tales propelling their engorged heads with more power than a freaking boat!

Since I had been impregnated by that oversized stud, his semen never actually left my ovaries. All the time I felt it pressing and crushing my eggs, attempting to fecundate my womb itself, and even while pregnant my ovaries obeyed their will and unloaded hundreds upon hundreds of giant eggs in my system—which sadly had to be squirted out along with my orgasms so as not to literally tear my belly up with endless quantities of babies. In a way, I felt really bad for that god stud: a stallion such as his shouldn’t be “wasting” his time with a single woman. Oh, no: every fucking second, his seed could have fecundated literal millions of fertile women. I could sense the anguish, even the desperation in his sperm cells all around us—literal oceans upon oceans covering the entire surface of a whole motherfucking planet, without a single fresh womb in sight! The fact that the semen was so powerful and undying only made the fate of its sperm even worse: unlike normal human semen, which dries out almost instantaneously, his would remain alive on that cum planet for centuries upon centuries upon centuries, his sperm uselessly waddling around without ever fulfilling its breeding destiny.

These thoughts made my tits harden and the milk inside then burn and… burst! Huge geysers rose in the air as I lactated insane amounts of motherly nectar into the skies. My pussy, not one to be surpassed, followed it with insane gushes of womb nectar, and thousands of fecundated eggs were spat out from my ovaries, pushing away even the ravenous wads of semen that were constantly entering and flowing up my cunt.

To be fecundated and bred by that superhuman stud meant to have literal “tentacles” of semen constantly flowing and sliding around your body, with a massive tentacle forever penetrating your cunt, spreading up out legs and stretching out your pussy as wide as it could to allow for even more cum to roam inside. It’s not a joke, nor an exaggeration when I say that the semen was alive: it literally made its way inside me like a snake. The place where we laid was not even a plain, but a mountain—and the tallest geographic element in the planet; that was actually all the semen in the planet gathering around us, or rather, around me, smelling my pussy and wanting so desperately to fecundate me.

And that was “only” jizz. I didn’t even talk about the insane network of ducts and arteries and veins that powered his balls. Whenever I didn’t fill the thick mass of his burning semen (and it burned at no less than a hundred degrees Celsius inside his sack), I felt the endless, serpentine swirl of throbbing veins and ducts that surrounded his titanium testicles. Those were the engines of his frenetic sperm production, as well as the connectors between his over-sized gonads and his body-long penis.

The man was a god. How much a god, you may ask? Well, the smallest, thinnest ducts around his testicles were still as thick as thumbs. Inside them so much jizz flowed that you could literally hear the grave, coarse sounds of its fluid motion. His semen burned like lava, and those monster balls had to account too for that inhumane temperature: in his largest veins, some of them as wide as forearms (and very bulky ones at that) flowed not only blood, but actually cold water and other mysterious fluids, as if his balls were so beastly hot that they needed a cooling system just for them.

“Ooh-eeeh!!” I came like the bloody mess that I was! The squirts left my pussy so hot and hard that I was conscious of every single inch of my battered genital. Steam rose from my cunt, hitting that monster penis just as hard as my gallons of squirt. I was an uber-muscular, virile and powerful Amazon, with muscles so big and strong I could literally wrestle Earth’s strongest man into a quick, humiliating submission, yet on the body of that godly stud, oh!, I couldn’t help but to whimper, moan, grunt, and cum in a very passive, feminine way. “Fuck me, stud!!” My feet sank deeper into those monstrous balls, masturbating gallons of cum into them. “Fuck me with this god rod of yours!!”

I was literally out of my mind, and the aliens watched me silently—curious too, no doubt, about the aphrodisiac effects of that superhuman stud on my body. I lifted my waist and, painfully enough, allowed my feet to lift off from the balls, preferring instead to wrap my thick, ultra-muscular legs into the raging, pumping rod of that stallion. I clang on it like a spider monkey, hugging it with all my might like a bear, crushing the cock against my mighty 10-pack abs and between my mountainous, rock-hard tits, which lactated milk into the skies.

My pussy was raging hydrant of cum, and I wanted it to literally burn in the virile surface of that god penis: I pushed my crotch fully against the base of the prick, then dragged my cunt violently up-and-down on it, striking multiple orgasms after countless, multiple orgasms to every fucking inch of my body, seizing myself up with such tremendous discharges of electricity that many times my body froze completely still, like a fucking statue dominated by orgasms—well, almost completely still, you see, for the raging climax still made me tremble and shiver like a freaking human vibrator. “O-o-o-oh, m-my g-g-g-g-o-d!!!” The words barely left my mouth, completely broken by my outrageous bodily earthquake.

Gallons of spunk soon followed. The bursts were considerably more violent and messier, with spunk flying in all directions, the prick still essentially soft. My man grunted and roared in his sleep, but he was still just that: asleep! After four months of intense fucking, it still amazed me that I, a fucking Earthling, had managed to fuck that human bull into near unconsciousness. “I am… so!… powerful!!” I proclaimed while grinding orgasms after nerve-wracking orgasms from my pussy. Steam and literal fire burst from my gaping cunt. The friction between his cock, my labia, the steam, the gushes of my womb nectar created a sort of flammable air where spontaneous combustions were all too common.

Those orgasms were no joke: in the body of any other woman, any regular human, they would have literally left them tetraplegic for life.

“Have you all done this?” The black box asked, yet I could only rage at it:

“A little busy right now!!” Orgasm after orgasm stole my brains and shattered my mind. Everything in that fucking god was arousing to me: the way his balls throbbed so hard that I could literally hear their rumble, even amidst the wildest electrical storm in my mind; the way his semen flowed continuously deep inside that cock, an ejaculation so strong that it didn’t stop even when the male was unconscious; the way his muscles roared and trembled under me, his body hardening and expanding on its own, like the muscles and his cock were similar in their autonomy and life-like nature; the sheer size of that human bull, that breeding stallion, who was literally bigger than any bull or stallion I’d seen on Earth: fifteen-feet tall! Fifteen thousand pounds of pure muscle! His cock and balls alone weighed a total of three thousand pounds, with a ton right there, over my body, nutting endless cum while I pumped it with my entire being.

His cock was five fucking feet long! I knew it, for that was approximately the size of it covering my ankles all the way up to my face. I had grown into a mighty muscular Amazon of approximately 7ft6in, yet still that cock was almost nearly the size of my entire body! To worship it fully, I couldn’t just wrap my hands around it or my mouth on its fucking tip; I had to literally wrestle that beast with my full body, then use that said body to pump it into orgasmic oblivion.

The semen kept flowing while my muscles all sang and roared, my entire body expelling steam. It always became something of a competition, you see, between me and that wonderful stallion: who was the strongest, who was the horniest? Despite having drained his energy away, enough to literally knock him down, I had failed to drain his balls. «My god!» Deep within me, that great, primordial fear I’d felt after first meeting him had never truly disappeared: «how strong is his truly??» His balls. His penis. His semen. How fucking endless was his virility? How truly inexhaustible was his stamina?

I had defeated the man, the stallion, but not his balls. Was there really an end to his godly sexuality, his planet-drenching pools of cum, or were they really just that: interminable, supreme, a force of nature superior to the Universe itself?! As the cum kept flowing inside that monster dong (and flowing and flowing and flowing and flowing…), I feared I already had my answer, yet still I couldn’t accept it.

I had, oh, I had to defeat that man fully! “Cum oceans, you fucking donkey!!” With a powerful, almost cruel blow, I pulled my legs beg and crushed my feet against his balls, making them sink on the ocean of cum below. It was like crushing those balls against titanium, really (his cum was soooo thick!), and the monster roared and jumped as his balls responded with truly gargantuan loads of burning seed.

I placed my mouth on the cock, kissing only the very tip. His urethra was a wide as a fist, and once fully aroused, cumming like a horse, it literally allowed for a first to be thrust inside it. The only fist that passed through it, though, was the forearm-sized train of sperm, now gushing out at near-ejaculatory strength. My nose and lips and eyes exploded with the invasion of semen, with my belly quickly bloating to two feet high (in relation to my hips) as the semen filled my stomach, then flowed aggressively into my guts.

Damn, my intestines were inflated like party balloons! Everything inside me was big and getting bigger, with literal truckloads of male milk being injected on me every second. My ass was stretched to the size of two whole fists, and through it wad after wad after gut-wrenching, stomach-bloating semen jizzed through, exploding in messes so extreme and hot of male magma that the surroundings became completely covered in dense, white fog, blocking the view of even the aliens near us.

The black box didn’t approach us. Instead, the aliens on the other size, wherever they were, discussed between themselves what they were seeing while I voraciously consumed all that semen inside the fog. Two whole hours had to pass until I was satisfied with that little banquet, yet even after all that time, with my muscles throbbing a little bit sore, asking for a time-out, the man still regurgitated gallons through his prick. “Are you fucking…?!” I puked. Semen came out through my mouth and nostrils. “Kidding me??”

The penis was never even semi-hard. Fuck! I could still hear the balls roaring like engines as endless amounts of jizz kept courting through that cock. Letting go of the titanic prick, I saw it loudly fall on the size of my man, twenty-eight inches of soft breeder regurgitating endless amounts of gunk, huge hills of spunk being formed around its tip. My man snored, making his breast rise and fall with me on it, as his cock just kept coming and coming and, oh, coming so fucking hard!

The beast was soft. Soft, I say! That orgasm was not exactly “cumming,” not a proper ejaculation. His semen was just… leaking! Gush after gush of steamy jizz just pouring out of his cock, like some kind of hyper-virile damn had been ruptured inside his balls! Looking around us, heaving and panting after all that effort, I sat on my man’s iron abs and leaned forward to puke gallons of semen. My body shrank a little, with the excess jizz finally moving out. “Fucking hell!” Every time I tried to speak… *gloorsh!!* More jizz came out exploding through my orifices. “Fuck!!” I laid my hands on my ripped, muscular belly, making sure that my babies were still all right. “I think your stud is broken.”

“Excuse us?”

I grabbed a fistful of semen from the stud’s muscles and spread it over my belly. The legion of babies kicked and swam inside my placenta, reacting to the virile broth of their father. I chuckled. They could literally feel the presence of my man’s semen—not that was any surprising, anyway; my womb itself, surrounding their placenta, was stock full of cum; the wads still kept bursting out from my vagina, a leak almost as endless as that from my monster’s cock. “Not in a bad way, I mean. I love how he’s able to produce enough cum to cover an entire planet.” My feet once again massaged his balls, and every little movement coaxed gallons from his virile ducts. I bit my lips and squirted gallons of my own. “Damn, that’s so much virility for a single pair of testicles! I can never get enough of his breeding juice.”

“Mm. We can see that.”

I cast another naughty look to that black box. “Is he broken, then? I think I broke him, somehow. Something in me tells me, uh, he wasn’t supposed to be this virile.” My feet crushed his balls, which roared back with oceans of semen. His dick enlarged and, upon the explosion of the mountains of burning cum, twirled on his abs like a snake. “Fuck, look at that. You can actually hear the spunk like waves on a beach!”

The box approached my giant’s titanic ball sack, inspecting it closely. “He’s indeed much bigger than we thought he could get. His balls are producing at least twice as much heat as they did on their previous records.” The box got even closer, almost touching the testicles whenever they throbbed to their maximum size. “It is impressive. He was never supposed to produce so much seminal fluids.”

“So… is he broke?” I bit my lips. “Can I keep him, then?”

The box flew over me, hovering menacingly over my bloated belly. “What have you two done?”

I sat again on my titan, feeling his hyper-shredded abs massaging my gigantic buttocks. “Why do you care? I don’t like your disrespectful tone, you see.”

The box hovered closer to my belly. “You’re pregnant.”

I couldn’t hide my pride. “Heck yeah!” I coated my muscular belly with yet more fistfuls of semen, adding incredible warmth to my powerful babies. “I feel like a have a bunch of little mules inside me. God, I can barely imagine how big and strong these babies are going to be!” I looked at the box. “How many?”

“Mm?”

I almost pushed my belly against it. “How many babies do I have, d’uh! I know you can see them, with these alien technologies of yours.” I slapped the tree-trunk thigh of my man, who grunted lazily in response. “How many babies did this awesome stallion fill me with?”

Just as I expected, a green light appeared from the top of the box and was cast over my belly. After it scanned my enormous waist up-and-down a few times, I heard a brief discussion, then the alien’s nonchalant response: “sixteen.”

I… I couldn’t… what? “What??”

The aliens repeated: “sixteen babies.”

My jaw… honestly, it didn’t fall immediately. My mind was, like… burning. It is right now, really, as I recount this tale. I mean…

“What?”

The aliens were not impatient. Even they knew that the number was too great to be believed. “We know you cannot understand it, and we too are very surprised by it, but that’s the exact number of kids this specimen has bred you with: eight males, eight females.” Then… “Are you okay?”

Heck, no, I wasn’t. I was floored, I was stirred, I was fucking flabbergasted, that what I was! “You mean to say…” I laid my hands on my belly again. The aggressive, unending movements inside of me now made so much more sense. “I’ve got sixteen kids in me? At the same time??”

“Yes.” The bluntness of their response just added to the shock. Sixteen kids! Sixteen freaking…! “We will assist you in the birth. We never had a single female die on our hands, and you won’t be the first.”

“I… I…”

“We know what you’re thinking, and we…”

“Oh, no.” I quite surly replied. “You really don’t know what I can possibly be feeling right now, ye bunch of freaks.”

The box stood still and silent for a moment. “We do. One day, we hope, you will know how much we do understand it.” It hovered closer to me, casting a few more lights of different colors on my bulging, twitching belly. “The pregnancy will be safe, though we cannot assure you will be able to continue on the program once the babies are out. Even for our technology…”

“Oh, I will!” I snapped out of my shock only to defy them: “I will continue!”

“Please, let’s us finish, earthling. You’re not the first, not will you be the last of our females who experience this over-breeding phenomenon. Sadly, most of the women who are bred with so many offspring can rarely give birth again. Their wombs are wracked and misshapen to the point of uselessness, and even…”

“Don’t bother me with this nonsense any longer!” I fondled my belly. “Don’t insult me by suggesting I am like one of the weak bitches you breed.” I lifted my right arm. I flexed it. *Boom!!* Muscles atop muscles atop sheets of yet more muscle hardened like titanium, a biceps, triceps, and shoulder growing so massive it felt like I had a tree trunk of pure muscular power for an arm. The veins spread all over my skin, throbbing with so much power. “How many women are more powerful than that?” I flexed my other arm, making by chest boom and my abs ripple. “Are you seriously telling me you’ve got stronger bitches in your harem?”

The sounds from the box got me, I confess: it was the first time I heard such a reaction from them. «Chuckles??» I lowered my arms, letting my impressive guns rest for a bit. “What are you laughing at? What kind of women do you have there?”

After a few more disparaging noises, came the answer: “it’s still too early for us to share with you our secrets. Things must be experienced each according to their own time.”

“Mmph!” I crossed my arms. Heh, heh! It was even funny, honestly: when crossing them, my tits roared and milk splashed on the box’s surface. I felt my muscles sore and cramping. I was so fucking built, so utterly massive, that even crossing my arms was a challenging feat.

“We can say, however…” There was a brief, insecure pause before they accepted to humor my ego: “you’re the strongest beginner we ever had.” Another pause. It was like they were really trying to not puff me up so much. “By a wide margin.”

My muscles roared on their own. Fuck! It was so magical to have that body. At times, it didn’t even feel like my own body, like an armor made of muscles that I was just wearing temporarily. I flexed my arms and felt my immense biceps squeezing my even bigger, harder breasts. Fuck, that was just so much meat everywhere! My tits, which already on a “natural” state produced milk in great volumes, now were leaking constantly during my pregnancy, an at every tiny movement they lactated gallons, pushing the limits of my rock-hard nipple. “Mm, oh!” I grunted. A great fire consumed me on my cunt. My man’s semen and our babies had a play in it, yes, but most of it was my pure power. “Shit, just you look at me!” All of my muscles flexed on their own, with my legs straightening up and my body freezing like a plank as my sheets of muscles acquired intense definition. “Fuck, I’m a fucking machine!”

I stood up on the man. His back sank a little on the spunk. The massiveness of his frame, however, and the insane thickness of his spunk prevented us from sinking completely, even with our tons and tons of muscles. Once up on my man’s abs, I could flex more freely, feeling like a titaness who could crush a planet under her feet.

My thighs roared with the insane definition and girth of their muscles. My legs had always been mare-like, able to scare even horses into fleeing, yet now they were… fuck! So ridiculously huge! My pussy was bloated like a peach, and scorching red compared to the Yankee-like whiteness of my skin, and crushed between the muscles of my massive legs. I legit couldn’t stand up with my legs straight; they had to always be a little spread out, you see, for their muscles were so thick! Even in a thirty degree angle between them, the pussy was still crushed, semen and nectar still squirting out of it, the babies in my belly—all sixteen of them!—dancing and swimming in absolute ecstasy, praising, and worshiping the glory of their super mother.

I flexed my arms, my shoulder, and my chest, and my monster tits sprang up to shoot gallons of milk into my surroundings. Upon contact with the surface of semen, powerful gushes of steam rose into the air, pillars of volcanic eruptions, all thank to only the intense heat of our combined fluids.

The black box moved aside, keeping its rectangular face on my body at all times. “How do you like your new physique, human?”

My breath was animalistic. It was beastly, really, like the grunts of a bear ready to charge. I always knew power, but never a power like that. “I feel like God Himself.” I struck an arrogant pose, making the muscles of my right leg explode as veins covered the entire right side of my body. “Ooh!” I squirted. The fire building up inside me was so much that steam rose from my every pore. “Maybe I am God, with all these muscles!” I lifted my arms up and flexed them in pure muscular perfection, and my biceps and triceps formed a mass of muscles bigger than my own head. “I feel like a fucking man, to be honest!” Unflexing my whole body, I slid my hands over my sides, checking up on my shape and my form. “Do I look like a man?”

“No. You look pretty much like a woman, albeit an incredibly muscular one.”

“Oh. ‘Incredibly muscular,’ huh?” I clicked my tongue, throwing flirty looks at that box. “You’re not coveting my body by any chance, are you?”

The box then turned into a mirror, reflecting my body without any imperfection. “Do you think you look like a man, earthling?”

Damn! Like… hot damn! God fucking damn it! I trembled upon seeing my insane size and musculature. “Fuck. I’m hot!!” Yes, I was, and I was big! The phrase ‘muscles upon muscles’ couldn’t even begin to describe the obscene bodybuilding statue that shone in that reflection. I felt like I had muscles crammed between the muscles, with yet more muscles fighting for space, struggling to come out from the depths of my being. I moved my right hand to my belly to poke at one of my ten rippling abdominal muscles, yet the muscles on my side, my chest, and my belly all rippled slightly, as if the smallest movement already sent shockwaves of power through my body.

Never in the entire Universe there had ever been a woman more ripped than I. Only my gorgeous stud, unconscious beneath my feet, was more muscular and shredded—vastly more so, I must confess. “Come closer.” I commanded to the box.

“Earthling, we should…”

They immediately stood silence upon my angry look. “Come. Closer.” I stretched my arm and pulled my finger. “Now.”

They obeyed. My masters moving closer to me, the mirror gave me a lesser view of my whole body, but a much closer one of my intense muscular definition. “Muscular.” I flexed. “Muscular!” I flexed some more, turning my body to the side and seeing the insane!… the freakishly enormous!… the bulging, rippling, planet-like shape and size of my butt! “Fuck! I’m obscene!” My tits roared, the milk spilling out even when they were not squirting it out. “Goddamn it! I feel like I’m about to explode!”

With one hand on my tits, I felt the tremendous mass of milk swirling inside of them. With the gentlest squeeze, *boom!*, gallons came raining, the same for my other tit, and my left hand descended to my pussy so as to praise its feminine perfection: so big, hard, bloated, juicy. “Cum!!” With a simple penetration of two fingers, I drilled gallons of squirt from it. The squirt exploded on my man’s abs and crotch, then rained all around us. Steam was coming out through my nostrils, like a bull in a snowy, winter plain, ready to charge, and aggressive fumes rose from where my pussy juice splashed, as never-ending as my gallons of squirt.

My muscles hardened on their own. Humongous veins covered my body. I was in heaven! Usually, orgasms so intense left me feeling gutless and void; whenever I squirted too hard, I always felt like my womb had come out through my cunt, and the resulting sensations sapped the strength of my legs and, overall, my entire lower body.

That time was different. That time, the harder I squirted, the harder I felt—the harder I actually became. All my muscles were roaring and hardening, with massive veins covering me now almost fully, rising inch by inch on my neck, surrounding even my own incredible tits. I exploded sexual fluids from every major pore: massive gallons being squirted through my tits, volcanic loads being erupted from my cunt. So continued my orgasms for many minutes until I shook my head and shouted: “enough!” Then, like an obedient slave, my body complied, and the torrential rain of fluids diminished to a more manageable outpour.

The box, now black again, was dripping with my junk. I had come so much clear, hot, transparent squirt that my man’s lower body was now completely clean of semen (his dick, though, kept trembling and wobbling as it vomited load after load after load of hot, thick cum). I looked to the box, smiling like the goddess I was. “I’m the best, am I not?”

There was an insecure pause before the answer—or rather, the correction: “of the beginners, yes. You’re the greatest there has ever been.”

I flexed my arms again. I loved seeing those rippling, vascular biceps achieving never-before-seen dimensions and weights. “Really? How can any woman be bigger than this?”

“Easy now. One thing at a time.”

“I suppose so.” I sat on my man again, making squirt fly all around as I let my gigantic buttocks fall on his harder-than-the-core-of-mountains abdominals. “Well, what are you here for? Checking out on my babies, I suppose?”

“Yes. We were scheduled to come here much earlier.”

“Mm.”

“About a week after you and out breeder met.”

I cast a cocky smirk, sensing the general direction of that conversation. “Just one week? Oh, let me guess: you didn’t think I was going to last that long, huh?”

Again, an awkward pause. “Correct.”

Leaning back lazily on the body of my awesome lover, I threw mighty slaps on his left thigh. “Lift up your leg, honey.”

“Mm, grrr…” The beast grunted, and I felt the hesitation in his shivering muscles, like he was split between obeying me and, well, keeping his Alpha decency intact. I solved that impasse by throwing a cruel, almost painful kick on his right ball. *Booom!* The semiconscious stud sprang back into consciousness, eyes popping and tongue sticking out, and roared while his penis hardened a bit and shot a volcanic load into the distance.

“Obey me, stallion!” I grabbed that prick, tensing every muscle of my body, and wrestled it into submission, getting aroused by the loads that ran inside it so powerfully. “Do not forget who your master is, my breeding horse!”

“Oooh… uuuh!!” The pitiful giant wailed a little longer before pulling his left leg up. I rested my back on his thighs, using that leg like a throne while crossing my own legs and wantonly flexing my abs, showing off my shredded state and awesome definition in spite of my four-month pregnancy.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” I coated my hard, muscular belly with yet more seed from the stud. “Look at my size! Despite all my muscles, I still look fat as fuck!” I slapped my belly hard, knowing that my children enjoyed it. “But I love it. It is the destiny of any woman to be bred like this.” With my right hand, I tried to grab that prick and adjust it on my body. I was actually sitting on the massive bastard, which lazily flopped to the left side of my man.

While I adjusted that prick, the box moved around us. “What did you two do all this time?”

A loud noise echoed in the distance as I dropped the soft, orgasming penis on my lap: *flooomp!* With the twenty-eight inches of that thick python resting just under my big, pregnant belly, I massaged the prick and pulled it against my skin. “Wow. Wow, wow, wow!” My eyebrows were raised just as my jaw was dropped. “Look at the virility of this stud!”

“Please, earthling, we need to know.”

Treating those aliens just as bossy as I did my stallion, I grabbed the dick with both hands and moved it over to my belly. It was even hard to see anything beyond it, you see, with my huge belly and not the eight, nine inches of girthy cock on top of it! The penis throbbed every time a new bulk of cum coursed through it, and the semen now splashed on my man’s pecs. From his crotch, the penis now rested on my belly like a huge dead python, its veins hypnotizing me, its arteries pumping blood harder than the hearts of whales. “Come again, loves?”

The box moved closer. “What did you two do all this time?”

“Well, I think you know what we did.” I spread my legs just to squirt an awesome load into the box. “We fucked.”

“All this time?”

My smile became cockier every time! “Yes.”

“For four months?”

“Oh, why are you bothering me with such questions? Didn’t you see the action? Didn’t you come only now because you knew we were screwing like animals?”

“Yes, that’s what the intel told us, but we were not actually watching you.”

“Oh, you weren’t?”

“No. Privacy is important for the highest-quality coitus. We don’t want to risk any imperfection on your offspring.”

“Oh, with a human stallion like this, you need not worry about that.” I grabbed the penis and pulled it a little higher on my body, coating my right side with jizz. “With a massive, hard male breeder like this stud, imperfection is absolutely impossible.” My belly throbbed and I felt intense pangs of pain in the vicinity of my womb. I shouted like a beast, but never undid my proud smile. “Oh, you little beasts, quiet down!” I lovingly fondled my belly with my left hand and the sprawling body of that penis. “Don’t you love feeling your daddy’s dick?” I pushed the monster cock harder against my belly. The movement inside it seemed to calm down for a while. “Oh, you love it, don’t you? This is what a man feels like. A real man! A breeding stud with more cock than what he knows what do to with it.” Pulling the prick higher, I turned its gigantic, bloated helmet to my face. “That’s why a real man needs a strong mommy like me—to show him what to do with his monster penis.” With light taps on the side of the penis and careful foot massage on one of his balls, I coaxed another wave of semen from him. The cum fountain splashed on my face, giving me a facial superior as if I were kneeling in a circle of hundreds of horses. “Oh, my god!!” The semen splashed and burst from my mouth. Whenever I wanted to air, I turned the fertile cock to my tits, bathing them on his milk and lactating the milk of my own on the sex soup. “I love his jizz!” I kissed and bit and sucked the very opening of his urethra. “I love bathing on the spunk of thousands of horses!” My right foot worshiped his right balls, coaxing gallons and gallons and more gallons of it every second. “And to know that this superman cums the same as thousands of stallions every second… fuck! You’ll have siblings for life, my children!”

The alien box hovered near my head, unsure of what to do. “We see you feel well.”

“Fuck yeah, I do!” Jizz was spilling out of my mouth and ears. My beautiful, blonde hair was now one huge mass of cum. “What? You thought I weren’t gonna make it, right?”

“Yes. As we said, your performed much better than expected.”

“No: you said I performed the best. The best!”

“Yes. Indeed, you broke past every record.”

“Of course I did!” I squeezed the monster cock right in the middle, managing to bend its girth under my grip. A pool of cum formed under my grapple, making the lower half of the prick bloat before I relaxed it and left a volcanic explosion almost rip my head off. Once all the jizz stopped exploding—two minutes later—I was laughing and gargling, planting my lips on that cum fountain and drilling it with my tongue for more.

The box rumbled near my ears, its mysterious engines and motors (whatever they were) working in mysterious, alien ways. “Do you enjoy power?”

What were they getting at? Now I was quizzed. “Yes.” I set the prick aside for a moment. “I always did. Now that I come to think of it, I always basked on my superiority towards all other people. I loved being the biggest, hottest woman, as well as irresistible to literally any man I knew.” My foot tortured his balls a little harder. My monster grunted and his muscles roared, all their power now under my thumb—and feet, and buttocks, and my whole damned body! “To have beaten a stud like… oh!” I squirted. “You can see how that doesn’t help my ego at all, right?”

“Do you want to be much str-?”

“Is he dead?”

“What?”

I looked at my man’s face. It twitched and quivered, with his eyes moving to all directions under the lids. “I’m just curious, you know. Despite knowing I’m awesome, even I doubt sometimes that I have really taken this beast down with my pussy.” I flexed my arms, felt the power ripple all over me. “Is he really knocked-out or is his just pretending?” I punched his pecs. Damn! Those beasts felt like iron walls! “It still feels like a dream, you see.”

“Yes, he is unconscious. His energy is depleted.”

“Well, almost so.” I felt the thick, gooey cum flowing endlessly under the sole of my foot. “Can you scan him, just to be sure? I want to know exactly how defeated this beast of a man is!”

They complied to my every request, talking to me now with a much more noticeably kind and even tone—it was like we were becoming equals of some sort! “He’s near unconscious. We estimate he will be deep asleep in a few hours, and will only get up again in two weeks.”

I laughed. “You mean to say I—a mere human!—have taken this horse down for two weeks? Ha!” I flexed and roared. “I’m a fucking god!!” Again, chuckles came from the box. I looked at it almost defiantly. “You care to tell me what is so funny?”

“You might be getting away of yourself, human. Remember: he’s our weakest, meekest stallion.”

“And how many pussies has this ‘weak, meek’ stallion ravished before me?” The box moved back. I was having none of its silence: “answer me, servants!” I snapped my fingers at it, and the aliens obediently replied:

“Over six-thousand women. Six thousand, five hundred and thirty-eight women, if you want a precise number.”

My heart skipped a beat. “He slept with… fuck.” My touch became more adoring on his skin. I whistled at him. “Wow. You really are a sex machine, huh?”

“Why do you want to know it? Is it just to measure the quality of your man?”

“His quality needs no measuring.” I placed the cock besides my lips and lapped at the incoming semen with my tongue, just like a pussy drinking her milk. “You can taste it on his jizz alone. No. What I want to know is this: how many of these six thousand bitches have achieved what I achieved?” My gaze became feral. “How many have knocked him out for over two weeks, or lasted over four months of near-uninterrupted fucking with him?”

Undecided noises came from the box, the aliens again discussing amongst themselves. “None have achieved what you have. Of the six and half thousand women he fucked, only three hundred were able to resist sex with him without being knocked out themselves in less than thirty minutes. Of these three hundred, the number of those who resisted a full day with him is less than forty.”

“And, of these forty…”

“Their strength is much superior from this point onwards. These women discover, just like you did, the raw muscular power within their organisms. Of these forty women, a full half resisted with him for over a week. Of these twenty remaining, only two fucked him (or resisted his fucking) for over a month, one having gone as long as four months, however. You’re the first one in history to take him down… at all.”

My pussy squirted a long, triumphant load of nectar on my stud’s legs. I spread my own monstrous legs farther so as to bathe as much of the planet as possible with my juices. That was a squirt of victory, a gush of triumph. By god, I felt my insides emptying themselves out by the sheer strength of my orgasmic ejections! Fuck me, I was squirting harder than a bunch of mules taking a piss! That was filthy, yeah, it was indecent, but hell if I cared! I squirted like a fucking whale and I wanted more! “Grrr!!” I showed my teeth and let out a mighty… *roooarr!!* My pussy was stretched. A true ocean blasted through it. The faint, delicate rain of woman cum became a storm. I lifted my waist up so as to squirt hundreds of gallons straight at the clouds. My wonderful, super strong female ejaculation reached up to a few hundred feet of height. I felt power and heat on my breast, with my guts moving around. My womb throbbed against my belly, showing its contour on my abs. You could see some of my babies—half a dozen, if not a little bit more—swirling and swimming in it. They were the mighty horses I would give birth to. “By god, I’m a fucking goddess!!” I let out explosion after explosion of frenzied lady-jizz, finishing it off with a monstrous, three-hundred-feet-tall ejaculation after eight crazy minutes of cunt-pissing. By the end of it all, a vast dome of water assaulted me and my man’s body, and the black box was like a puddle of gel in the air, my squirt dripping slowly and heavily from its edges.

“Have you ever squirted this much?”

I flexed my muscles, never tired of seeing the veins sprawling all over them. “Fuck no! I was always a mere, measly woman!” I flexed my abs, counting the beautiful muscles pushing the womb back into the place. “One, two… four, six… mm. I’m a monster now! I never thought such power would ever be possible!” I took huge masses of the semen on my man’s body and ate them up, gulping so loudly. “Something to do with this awesome sperm, I suppose.”

The black box moved up and down, very delicately. “No. Our males’ sperm have little effect upon an alien body.”

I looked to the box, cum dripping from my lips. “Then what…?” I smiled. My muscles flexed and roared on their own, and squirts of milk blasted through my monstrous tits. “Oh. I get you. You mean to say all this power…” I flexed my arms. My tits jolted, almost hitting my chin. Milk and sweat flew everywhere. “All of this… comes from me, and only me?” The box, again, presented me with an annoying pause. I was having none of it anymore: “just say it, will ya! Stop pretending like I’m not a pretty big deal.” I raised my arms besides my head, and the swelling of their muscles was almost great enough to crush my skull between them. “You and I know I’m a fucking god!”

“No, you are not.” The box sounded serious enough. “You might be the greatest novice we’ve ever had, but you’re still untested. Truly untested.”

“Ha, yeah, like hell I am.” I relaxed my muscles and sat more straightly. “You mean your other studs, right? I haven’t yet fucked the hell out of them.”

Their tone became slightly surprised and somewhat amused. “You fancy yourself powerful enough to fuck our studs—our real studs—dry?”

I nodded, though a bit of insecurity made my heart skip beats frequently. “Yes, I am.” The box moved from side to side, almost as if mocking me with its movements alone. “Send me them.”

“What?”

“Your studs.” I licked my lips. As I talked, I raised my hands and took literal bites of the thick cream my man had ejaculated. It was so sweet and tasty. God! It felt like a really fancy banquet, tastier than the dearest desserts on Earth—maybe that’s why I’d managed to survive four fucking months drinking and eating nothing but his cum. “Send them all to me.”

“Send them all?”

“All of them.” I flexed my muscles. My body literally increased in size, height, and girth as I made those beasts roar like engines. “One by one, I will destroy them. I will milk their cocks dry and drink them like bottles. Your studs will not be even sex dolls once I’m done with them.” I licked my lips again, making sure that always a little bit of cum was oozing through them—a sort of instinctive sensual primitiveness, you see. “They will be cups. Bottles of cum! Mere tanks of semen I will exhaust whenever I feel thirsty enough.” I grabbed the monster penis of my man. Girl, that thing was heavy! After not touching it for some time, it was easy to forget the thing weighted a literal ton of pounds! Still, with those powerful muscles I’d endowed myself with, I could now lift that 28-inch soft cock with relative ease. My muscles hardened, my arms flexed, my chest heaved, and my breath became fast and difficult, yeah, but still… “uurh!!” I could lift that beast and handle it as if it was my own cock. “Like this!”

I ate the nine-inch-wide helmet and pumped the cock violently with a single hand. The jizz flowed hot and hard. I ate it all, however, without letting it ooze through my mouth or nostrils. In a way, the monster was much more exhausted now, and I was still taking easy on him. His soft penis was harder and bigger than two or three aroused stallions, and the volume of seminal fluids that coursed through it was enough to drown a person in mere seconds. Again, my pussy showered that rod with praising juices. Though I was a goddess, even I had to gush on a penis whose power was literally unmeasurable.

My belly grew and bloated and hardened as the single first wad of the jizz filled up my stomach completely—like, thirty gallons or something. The rest, well, you know the drill: filling up my guts like balloons, then blasting noisily through my anus, serving as filling between my massive buttocks and that man’s divine abs. And so it went on for many minutes, until I was done tasting that seed and allowed the cock to merely pour its gallons on my tits and my whole body. “Good stud.” I massaged his balls with my fingers and one foot, praising their virility. “What a good boy you are.”

The box moved closer. “You pretend to turn every stud in our arsenal into this sorry state.”

“I told you ‘yes,’ already.” My tone was of sincere aggravation. “You’re the ones who keep wasting my time. What the hell are you waiting for, honestly?”

The box lowered itself upon my bulging belly, squeezing it just lightly enough so we both could feel the babies swimming inside it. “Them. We’re waiting for them.”

Their statement did little to pacify me. “So what? You think I cannot power-fuck, exhaust, and deplete a stallion while pregnant?”

Odious chuckles came again from the box, stirring up my blood like boiling magma. “Even if you could, we wouldn’t risk the safety of our offspring.”

“My offspring.”

The box moved away. “Don’t forget why you were brought here: you are meant to breed endlessly and give birth to increasingly perfect, stronger, more virile and fertile members of your species. The final result, if you’re strong enough to survive and see it, will explain a lot of the questions you might have in the moment.”

I smiled, moving the prick over any area of my body that was buried under at least three hundred pounds of thick jizz. “So, can I have your men once I’m done pooping out children? All of them?”

“You will have one of them. Omega.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Omega? You mean…?

The box ‘nodded.’ “Yes. He is the weakest of our proper studs.”

“Omega. Huh. Why don’t you send…?”

“Be silent, earthling.” My muscles flexed, my body stiffened. There was something really eerie about their tone now. “We will give you Omega, and then you will finally understand what a true Stud of our harem is like. Until now, for pure lack of perspective, you think this little failed experiment of a male you just fucked is a ‘real man,’ a ‘real stud,’ or whatever your petty human mind fancies. He isn’t. You will begin to grasp what a God is… once you’re absolutely beaten and broken and torn apart by the weakest of our raging stallions.”

My heart was bumping against my chest. My massive milk juggers dripped constantly, and often they squirted at the pace of my heartbeat. “The weakest, huh? Just like my man…” I touched my stud’s abs, under a whole foot of semen, “was the weakest too?”

“This man is not a stud. He is a sample.” I gulped upon hearing it. “He doesn’t come close to qualifying as a stud, so we use him and other ‘sample males’ to test the unproven females. Even amongst other samples, he is the weakest, the most pathetic by a considerable margin. Once you finally taste a Stud—a Stud proper!—you will see that their different isn’t as much as a canyon as it actually is like the distance between two galaxies.” The box moved closer at a very fast speed. At that distance, it could now hear the uneven, hasty pace of my heartbeat. “This sample you fucked is about twenty times weaker than the weakest of our ‘samples.’ We’re confident enough, however, that you can beat our strongest sample, even after a lot of pain and a lot of blood.” For some reason, I could sense that the aliens behind that box were actually smirking at me. “The different between Omega, our weakest Stud, and the strongest of all the samples is on a factor of about seven hund-”

“Stop. Stop it.” I threw a huge wad of spunk on the box, almost like a child.

“Oh. Afraid of the truth, we see.”

“No.” I smiled. “Afraid of you jerks spoiling all my fun.” I spread my legs and squirted a huge, powerful blast on the box. “I will destroy Omega.” I cleared my throat, swallowing every bit of insecurity that could still be heard in it, making my words as firm as my body. “I will destroy him and all other studs you have in line.” With perfect control of my muscular cunt—itself as hard and big as many men’s biceps—I shut the stream of girl cum to then ask in a genuinely curious tone: “mm, how many would they be? Your studs?”

“Why don’t you concern yourself with the task at hand instead of…”

*Splaash!* Actually, the mass of spunk I threw at that box, upon hitting its surface, didn’t make a single noise; that was just how I imagined it, or how I remember hearing it. The jizz was so thick that it behaved more like a solid than a liquid; a ball of pure testicular rubber, stuck at the surface of that box, barely sliding down after I threw it. “Just cut the bull crap and tell me, fuck!”

The box distanced itself from me gradually, giving me the impression that the aliens were grumbling amongst themselves. They were annoyed, they were teased, but they were also attracted to me—and they hated me for this attraction. “Fine.” Came their voice. “Our harem contains ten studs, of which Omega will be your first—and maybe your last.”

“Fuck you.” I flicked them the middle finger.

“After Omega stands Upsilon, Lord of the Hundred Thousand Ravished Cunts.”

I shivered. My throat, as big and wide as it was, could barely swallow all the saliva I produced when clearing it at that time. “Your second weakest stud has fucked over a hundred thousand women?”

“Yes. A pitiful number, you might think, but that’s because we focus on quality over quantity.”

I cleared my throat again, making my muscles rumble as I adjusted my posture on my man’s even more muscular body. “Mm, yeah. Pitiful.”

After a brief, tense pause, the box continued: “if you survive Upsilon, your next lay will be Sigma—our first Lord of a Million Femmes.”

My eyebrows went all the way up. “Let me guess: your third weakest member…”

“Correct. He has fucked over a million females, and keeps fucking and breeding them on rotation, with an entire solar system of harems at his disposal. He’s got claim to the lays of all the inferior Studs, yet he naturally still can’t fuck the billions of women of the superior studs.”

“Billions of…? Wait a minute! How can these men fuck so many women if Earth…?”

“Do you presume Earth to be the only planet with life in the universe? The only planet where young, lush females, with the hidden power of Raging Arousal and Shadow Muscles laying in their core, exist? Silly mortal! You’re not competing against the mortals of your planet. Once you surpass Sigma…”

“Oh!” I smiled. “Don’t you mean ‘if?’”

The aliens ignored me. “If you surpass Sigma, your competition will be the female-kind of the entire universe.”

“And how many are these women?” I clutched my hands and punched one palm with my knuckle. “How many weaker cunts will I have to outfuck and turn obsolete?”

I could hear chuckles again. “Past Sigma lies Omikron, the Angel of Gushing Cunts. Lord Omikron has his own designated Solar System too, with the difference that many of its planets he created himself.”

“Oh! Is he, like, literally a god?”

“A sexual god? Definitely.” Did I detect… arousal??… in those aliens’ voices?? “An actual god? The likes of which you humans imagine? Not quite so. He creates planets not with some magical or mystical powers, but by ejaculating so much and so hard that his semen coalesces into a hot, burning planet on his system. The same happens with the squirts of his women, which creates water planets just like your Neptune—with the only difference that they are perpetually hot, if not hotter than the sun itself.”

I puckered my lips and felt an intense motion in my womb. «Damn! Is that the level I’m competing in?» Taking the massive, spasming cock on my hand, my imagination wandered to the humogouns sizes and girths of the studs to come. Were they as heavy as mountains? Fuck! Were they, like, literally planet-sized? “A whole planet… made of cum!”

“Planets, dear. Planets.”

I sucked gallons out of the cock. The gurgling sound inside me… oh! Who could ever get tired of that?! (I know you don’t, my reader. Oh, you’re just like me: an adorer of big, fat, monster cocks, who always get moist—or hard—whenever you visualize that stallion-sized super dong producing sweet, fat cum like whole factories of semen! Ha, ha! Don’t you tell me you’re any different!).

My throat bulged and throbbed as the gallons made their way into my stomach, which grew insanely heavy, almost crushing my spine, with the iron-like weight of each load. «Fuck me, god, this is like liquid metal!» And the heat certainly wasn’t much cooler. “Tell me, aliens, how many planets of cum has this god ejaculated into existence?”

“Some hundreds.”

The cum exploded through my mouth and nostrils, even a little bit through my eyes as I spat it out and struggled for air. “What the fuck?”

The aliens appeared arrogant. “What? He is literally a hundred years old, and able to produce enough sperm in a day than all the volcanoes of your Earth could in the entirety of your planet’s history. It’s even a low performance for him, indeed, who after hundreds of years of age—for he is so genetically perfect that one year for him is about fifty for you humans—still came little over a two hundred planets of semen and three hundred with the squirts of his lovers.”

“A million… fuck! And that with only a million lovers?!” I could barely hear myself straight, you see, for it really took a hell of an evolution for me—or any woman—to say ‘only’ in such a context without the slightest hint of irony.

The words of the black box kept dumfounding me: “his harem is fifty-million strong, actually.”

“Holy hell! Mm, well,” I looked around myself, seeing the entire surface of the planet covered by my man’s jizz and my own milk and pussy nectar, “guess it’s not that impressive, indeed, once me and my man alone have covered this entire planet with junk.”

“You’re starting to get it, my dear.”

“Well, huh, and after Omicron, I suppose I will be fucking a quasi-literal god, isn’t it?”

“Oh, dear earthling…” I could hear them rubbing their hands, so cartoonishly evil, “you have no idea.”

I bent the fully-soft cock at the box and pumped it so that it jizzed a powerful blast at its surface. The aliens allowed themselves to be bathed in the spunk, almost as if they liked it themselves. “Then give me an idea.” After that, I hungrily ate the prick again, and this time I really wanted to taste the deepest recesses of its cum production, sticking my tongue in its urethra and making its already-enormous girth swell even wider.

“Lambda is your next stud, as well as they Vice-Roy of all Lower Studs.”

“Mmph… shit…!” I kept slurping on and sucking that cock like a kid on a candy bar. Jizz oozed through my nostrils. I allowed it to flow up through my tear ducts and rain from my eyes. Once again, I made my entire face into a living vessel of semen. “Lower Studs, uh?”

“These are the five weakest members of our Ten Breeding Gods. Lambda is the second most powerful amongst them, weaker only the Theta, King of the Low.” As I was too distracted with the influx of jizz, the aliens continued to speak on their own. “Above these Five Lower Gods you will meet the Upper Gods of Reproduction—studs so powerful that their very physiques defy even our own comprehension. We created them, you see, but that’s the case in which creation surpasses the creators, in a way.” The box hovered closer to me, letting the oozing cum splash in its surface. “Epsilon is the lowest, weakest of all these gods, and still he is a thousand times more powerful than Theta, billions upon trillions of times more powerful than the lowest of Studs, Omega, and near-infinitely more powerful than this petty male you so avidly suck.”

With semen bursting through my every hole, I puked gallons on the body of my vanquished breeder only to blurt out the question: “right, cool. Tell me their names and how many women they laid!”

“Epsilon lays with a billion women, each of them more beautiful and a thousand times more fertile than even the highest, most sexually arousing of Earth’s femmes.”

“You’re not including me in this account, are you?”

“No. You transcended all of Earth’s females.”

“Good, good.” I went back to sucking the endless cock, snapping my fingers at the box so that the aliens could carry on.

“Delta is the next one. A hundred and fifty billion women.”

«Fuck… me!» I just couldn’t believe those numbers! «How the fuck are these studs able to breed entire solar systems’ worth of pussy?!» I was even amazed that the entire universe contained so much life, let alone such beautiful, hard, and lush forms of it—but maybe the domains of those studs wasn’t just our universe; maybe their real domains… were countless universes spread across the multiverse!

“Gamma is the third strongest stud. Crown Prince of Breeding Gods. He’s ravished over a trillion women, and his domain is an entire universe.” My heart sank. So that really was the scale we were dealing with! “Beta is the Supreme King of Breeding Deities. His is the domain of a hundred thousand different universes. The number of gorgeous females conquered (or killed) by his god dick and his endlessly virile balls is too great for your little mind to even begin to fathom. Suffice to say that he is the greatest of our creations, and that nowhere in the Multiverse anyone can find a being more perfect, more virile, more ludicrously muscular and ravenous as the supreme breeder of existence. If there is something of a God in this realm, he is it. His semen can literally breed life on its own. His ejaculations form galaxies, and his penis, while soft, has the power to terraform a planet. He is the beginning and end of all sexuality. We ourselves have built statues on His name, for his prowess is so extreme even we are willing to recognize him as an equal… of sorts.”

My mind was swirling—and not just because of the indecent amounts of cum I was sucking at every second. Popping the dick out again, I vomited oceans of condensed man-milk for a solid ten minutes until I had enough strength to breathe and ask: “wait… if he is merely Beta…”

“Yes, earthling. There is One above this god.”

I looked to the box, yet the bastards didn’t seem quite willing to tell me more. “Who is him? Who the fuck can be yet more powerful than a literal god?” My heart was sinking, yet my face was burning with excitement. “Tell me! Tell me now! Who is the most powerful creature on this universe? On all universes?? Who is… Alpha?”

After a long silence, the box simply said: “Seedmaker.”

I tilted my head a little. “What?”

The box corrected me again: “his… their name…” I could sense their smiles, “is Seedmaker.”

A bunch of questions exploded in my mind, my arousal so intense I felt my pussy literally swelling, the skin of its labia stretching to such a point it almost tore itself up. My nipples hardened just like the rest of my body and my awesome muscles, sensing the tremendous weight and power in that name. «Seed. Maker!» I licked my lips. I blinked. The box was no longer there! “Wait…!” I looked around, seeing nothing. I didn’t even see that thing moving away! Was it all just…?

“We told you enough.” I heard their voices, now ethereal and spirit-like, coming from the cum-clouds in the sky. “Rest easy and breed nicely. Once you give birth to your first litter, your challenge will truly begin.”

I was left alone in the sea of spunk, with only the gurgling noises of the ejaculating monster penis to make me company. Bringing that penis up to my body, I cradled it between my tits, moving its head over my face and giving myself an epic facial of boiling cum. “So be it.” I opened my mouth and gargled on the jizz. “At least I know who my ultimate foe is.” Cramming my face into the dick, I swallowed as much of it as I could while keeping my absolute calm and ease. Even with ‘just’ ten inches of god-cock inside my throat, and barely making an effort to squeeze it or arouse him, my stud trembled, shivered, and grunted under me. Puffs of steam left his quivery face, and his eyes twitched under their lids, my love sure experiencing tremendous amounts of pleasure within his fuck-drunk, comatose wet dreams.

I fondled that magnificent face. After four months of fucking, the stud had allowed a shallow, blond beard to grow. Even after so much time without care, his beard grew at a perfect pace and stopped at a perfect height, naturally trimmed without anyone grooming it. “Gorgeous genes!” I felt the firmness of that jawline. “You can cut diamonds with this! Such a stud!” I pinched his immense, thick lips and pulled them. “Such a big-dicked god stallion!”

I pumped his dick while swallowing his unending loads. As I said, I was never getting tired of their taste, which was different, yet just as heavenly at every gulp, and now that I fondled that giant’s face with my foot (and occasionally my hand—he was so tall it was very difficult to reach his face when sitting on his crotch), seeing the perfection in all his constitution, I stood confident in my dick-bending abilities, knowing that, if I took out a man such as him, I could easily destroy any other stud that came my way.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” I asked myself, and blissfully gulped the endless gallons my gorgeous horse kept ejaculating.

* * * * *

The following months were fuck-fest the likes of which no human could imagine, let alone understand. The monster stud didn’t hold back because of my pregnancy—and neither did I. If anything, the later stages of my pregnancy only made me hornier, beastlier, more fertile and ravenous, like I was eager to remind him of the pussy-power that sucked his cock into absolute submission.

As the months went on, and both me and my belly grew to abnormal levels, I really came to understand what the aliens meant by saying he was the ‘weakest, meekest’ of studs. Despite still standing six feet taller than me, and having literally five times the muscles mass, with a dick so big it could pierce me from anus and through guts and still break free from my mouth with many free inches poking from my lips, at no time did that stud present me with the same challenge he did in the first months of our fucking, let alone the brutal first week when he had me.

At any given time, you would find me literally riding that beast into exhausting, muscle-tearing, nerve-bending orgasms. The aliens had brought us to a whole new planet, leaving that previous one to burn and dry all its cum out throughout the eons, yet the vast mountains and deep valleys and canyons of our new planet, with its paradisiacal valleys and sprawling oceans, none of them could resist the massacre I did to that man.

“Punch them!” At times, around the seventh and eighth month of my pregnancy, I turned my swollen, yet still muscular belly to the stud, and slapped it to invite him to throw his mightiest punch. “Do not hold back. Crush your babies!”

He was exhausted. He was heaving. He was almost crying, the poor stud. In a way, I lamented the fact that he couldn’t throw his strongest punch even if he wanted, because for the past months I had tortured him and massacred his muscles with my pussy until he was nearly paraplegic with exhaustion; still, even in his depleted, quasi-annihilated form, the stud still could punch through a literal mountain, leaving cracks from his fist that went all the way to the tip of any mountain of any planet.

When he punched the face of a canyon, even at his most exhausted, dried-up form, I always got wild orgasms upon seeing the cracks spread all over the canyon, with huge sections falling around us—the power of my super stud literally rivalling that of a comic book hero!

Hence, when I turned my baby-full belly to him, he looked at me with absolute shock, even contempt, the dripping, raining sweat in his face almost preventing him to speak. “What do you…” He paused and breathed hard. He was so short of breath, the poor boy!

Even though my own body was sore, bruised, and hurt, and even though my legs trembled a little upon standing, I managed to keep an upright pose next to that broken giant. He stood at fourteen-feet, but now spent most of his time bent over, fighting for breath, and the sweat from his body almost built, like, a whole damned lake around us.

Canyons and lakes had been filled with his semen. Entire mountains had been painted by it, and I made sure to aim his ejaculating cum-cannon to them, coating them with his virile seed. By that point, oh, we had managed to fill (and ruin) half the planet with his jizz, and I was working hard to drown the other half in cum.

It became clear to me, however, that the stud was nearing its end. “What’s up, baby boy?” My muscles roared. My arms remained constantly flexed—or looking like it—regardless of what I did, and my body had inflated to such size and weight that I left cracks on the ground at every step. As my hips jiggled while I marched towards that man, the ground kept constantly breaking under my feet: *craaarck! Craaack!! Craaack!!* If I stood completely still, I would sink on the solid rock just the same. “Afraid of your goddess?” I lifted my monstrous arms, playing with my long, ass-whipping hair, making my giant tits rise, exposing to that man the bloated sphere of my pregnant belly.

Pregnancy could be a pain to normal humans, but that one… oh! There was literally not a single bad thing about it! My babies had grown to the size of little fillies inside of me, all sixteen of those giant beasts, and my belly had swelled to such a size I could literally store a fucking car in it, yet the monstrous pregnancy also gave me all the tools required to deal with it. For example, my belly had grown, but so did my body: I now stood at frightening nine fucking feet, with my muscle mass alone adding up to more than two thousand pounds! If you counted all the milk I produced in my tits, oh, those would be another five hundred pounds total, and even my hair gained consistency and weight, like I had chain of iron swinging from my head.

I walked towards that super stud, whose head was well lower than mine, his hands holding on to his knees, his curled posture trying to not let him fall. I grabbed his chin and pulled him up. His face was still much bigger than mine, but now I felt we could both look at each other on equal footing.

I wish I could have actually trained those muscles to make them bigger on purpose, but the stud didn’t let me; instead, we fucked like wild beasts, bringing havoc to the entire planet, and now I grabbed him by the face as if to finally establish my utter dominance upon him.

With my left hand, I leaned down and grabbed one of his balls. *Crunch!* You could hear my fingers sinking in the semen, the many hard veins feeling like iron ducts bending on their tips. “What do we have here?” I smiled, teasing that stud with my mouth. I no longer felt an overwhelming size and fluidity in my hands; now, when I touched his balls, I only felt the pure hardness of their many veins, arteries, and cum ducts, with the semen still flowing hard inside them, but noticeably more depleted. “You’re drying, my stud.” I kissed his cheeks, making sure my lips teased the very edges of his own. “Your penis is not producing the gallons it once did.” I looked around us. His jizz was everywhere, even raining down from the skies, yet there were still many parts uncovered by his cum; a lots of virgin territory he’d yet failed to fecundate. “In your first two months, you managed to cover an entire planet with your semen. Hundreds of feet deep, my stud! Now, after five more months,” I kissed him, showing pity, “you can barely cover half a planet with just a few feet of your awesome sauce.” I grabbed the bull by both balls—those ostrich-egg-sized testicles still dwarfing my own hands. “Your cum tanks are all veins and muscles, now.” I licked him, my tongue salivating all over his face. “You’re finished. You pathetic, weakly virgin!”

Bingo! That was all I needed to reawaken the ferocious monster I’d fallen in love with: his muscles soared, his fibers roared, and a shockwave of power almost pushed my body away. His face contorted into an expression of pure rage, his body crashing against mine with sincere murderous intent. His massive abdomen, shining with its twelve-plus gorgeous muscles, crushed my belly, and his tree trunk arms locked me and crushed me, squeezing semen and lubes out of my mouth and my pussy.

My babies danced inside my womb. There were bulges all the time hitting against my monster’s abs. They too were fighting their daddy. Sometimes, the biggest pain came not from that monster, who attacked me from outside, but from the virile beasts that counter-attacked him from inside out. Their punches and their kicks would have torn any other woman in half; at points, their power was such I knew they could punch horses or bulls into puddles of blood. As my monster carried me over the spunk-ridden valley like a tractor, I squirted all the way under our feet, building a huge trail (or a literal river) of nectar. It was too much joy to experience so much power!

Me! My stud! My babies! We were like a burning sun, so hot and powerful, and the earth cracked easily into a small canyon under my lover’s feet as he careened me against the slope of a mountain and pinned me against its wall. Cracks immediately covered a surface superior to entire football stadiums, and I felt the pebbles and the dust from the cracked mountain on my body as the monster pulled a fist back and looked at me with literal blood in his eyes.

“Whore!!” His grunt made the earth tremble.

My heart shivered with a bit of fear—and that’s precisely what I wanted. “What?” I adjusted myself in the mountain’s crust. My body had caved a few inches into the slope, with pieces of the stone wall falling around me. “Punch me.” I slapped my swollen belly. “Punch me, stud.”

The monster roared. Columns of steam burst from his nostrils. His whole body was trembling; his muscles so insanely hard! The exhaustion and literal depletion of fluids inside him actually made him much sexier than before: if once he had a healthy—albeit minuscule—layer of fat to his muscles, plus a lot of water to both power and cool off his amazing physique, now he was tethering on the edge of negative fat! It was amazing! His muscles fibers were, like, almost pure form and titanium! He was still white and beautiful, yet even then the red of his scorching blood shone brighter and redder, almost turning him into a living piece of amber iron.

Fumes and steam rose everywhere! He was a living, breathing machine of cum, now struggling to keep his cock hard. Oh, yes, because all his hardness was no longer being translated to the hardest feature in his physique—and his very reason for being: his cock, now, was only semi-rigid. After those five-or-so-months of near-continuous fucking, it was not only his balls there were almost completely dried out, but his cock, too, was beginning to lose it luster.

Yes: it took me basically eight months of almost uninterrupted fucking to take that weakly stud down… yet I had finally done it! I could sense the frustration in my man’s body: the way he moved, the way he grunted, the way his eyes twitched and he looked briefly to his crotch, trying his best to keep that penis up! His semi-flaccid pecker still stood at over forty-inches of length and ten inches of width, yet for him, the awesome breeder, that was the same as having a micro-dick—and I pushed my finger against this bruise as soon as I smelled it.

“Pussy.” I licked my lips. “You’re as weak as your penis is small.”

I could barely see his fist as it crushed my belly—and the rest of my body—into the surface of the mountain. A giant crack sprawled to the mountain top; dozens of tons of stone collapsed around us. My body sank three feet inside the stone, a huge, vertical crater forming on that slope. *BOOOM!!!* Once the monster pulled back his fist, he had tears in his eyes, and suddenly the shock colored his face. What had he done, he probably thought? Did he really kill all his children along with his woman?

With frantic motions, he wailed his arms on the veil of dust that was formed after the blow. He was so tired he was beyond words at that point, simply grunting and roaring like an animal until he saw a peek of my body crammed inside the mountain.

Jizz oozed through my mouth, nostrils, and eyes. It was a slow, continuous flow, unlike the violent and loud bursts of cum and nectar though my pussy. There was a lot of blood too, but mostly coming from my nose, and, as I looked up to my man, I saw his expression of fear replaced by one of utter shock—and, later on, absolute humiliation.

I spat blood and cum to my side. “What?” With one hand, I blocked one nostril and sneezed cum and blood through the other one. “Wait?” I laughed. My laughter echoed in the distance. I think that even on the moons someone could have heard it. I laughed long and hard, seeing my man getting bigger, harder, and redder (albeit with his dick remaining painfully semi-hard) with anger. “Oh, my god!! Did you, like, actually think you could hurt me? Like… for real?” With a mocking gesture, I threw some pebbles at his burning body. “If this was really the best you could do, I will rip your cock off and use it as a dildo. I’ll get more power and anger from my own muscles, thank you very much!” I flexed my arms and then savagely slapped my belly, where you could see the babies swimming and fighting back, begging for more. “FUCKING HIT ME, YOUR PIN-DICKED LOSER! Give me your all!! Come on!” I spat on him. The saliva was immediately vaporized upon contact with his vein-ridden face. “Virgin! Hasmter-cock! You truly are the weakest of your species, huh?!” Craters formed under his feet. The beast was charging up! “Pathetic. Can’t even keep your flaccid dick up.”

Gotta admit: I didn’t expect blacking out. The following minutes were a bunch of colors and lightning bolts and weird figures dancing in my sight, and the burning pain on my belly, my legs, and my crotch showed me that, yep, the guy was going all out.

When I recovered my consciousness, fuck, I was flying in the air at high speeds, the mountain where I was pinned against no longer in front of me, but getting distant at every second, completely split in two and crumbling like a sand castle after that monster had literally punched me through it.

He wasn’t done: I saw his massive, superhuman body now flying to me at even higher speeds. My heart throbbed with apprehension; my body stopped feeling its lips for a while. Yes! I was afraid of him again. «Kill me!» I dared him, licking my lips. «Fucking try and kill me, you living horse of a bull stud!!»

His subsequent punches and kicks pinned me against the massive walls of a canyon. The place was a beautiful, large, and mostly of straight and clear surface, where you could see all the deformations of the stone as the beast pinned me and pummeled my body against it, foot after foot of depth being carved out with my back. Despite his vicious blows, I only spat cum and squirt through my holes; my body was now as strong as the planet we stood on. The harder he hit me, the wider I smiled. There came a point where I actually grew tired of his punches, and instead, catching him off-guard, I grabbed him by the jaw and pulled his face closer to me.

“Harder!” I commanded, and the beast finally surrendered to his fear: the punches died out along with his lips. His ultra-hard body went limp, and for a moment I felt he was going to kneel before me. He didn’t, but what came next was equally more humiliating: a giant, gushing noise came from his dick, yet the texture and the heat of that fluid was all too different from his semen, even from sound alone.

I looked down and felt the aggressive smell hitting and burning on the face. His legs were trembling. The monster… my husband… he was pissing himself in fear!

I wrapped my fingers around his neck and asphyxiated him; it was so shocking to see his thick neck sinking under my fingers. My arm, though, was a swollen muscular beast. Parts of my body were becoming just as big, hard, and heavy as his. I was literally becoming bigger than him, and in terms of strength I had actually long surpassed him.

With my other hand, I grabbed his cock. The meaty surface of that cum—and piss—cannon now easily bent and caved under my fingers. I crushed the cock until the flow of the piss was heavily blocked. The monster wheeled and whined in pain, and I added to his misery by… *BOOM!!* Kneeling him on the fucking balls!

The monster collapsed. *Blaam!* The ground caved under his knees, and frightening cracks grew around his legs as he kneeled before me. “Aww!” I told him, venom dripping from my tongue, and with my hand I almost crushed his mighty throat, making him struggle for air. “What? My mighty stallion ain’t strong enough for a human bitch?”

He looked at me with ire. I could see what was about to come as he pulled his fist back. His muscles were trembling with pent-up rage, but at this point I knew they couldn’t enact his rage with nearly enough force as they desired. The monster threw a punch in the middle of my belly, and the resulting shockwave created cracks on the stone even a hundred miles away from us; my back hit the canyon again, adding a few inches to its cracked, wrecked surface, but overall my body remained sturdy, and the babies in my belly danced yet more vivaciously, finding those blows all too amusing. “You see?” I walked back to my giant, whose jaw was falling lower and lower. I grabbed him by the throat and cock again, leaning to him until my mouth was almost moistening his lips. Rubbing my belly on his abs, I massaged his body with the kicks and blows of my babies. “It tickles. They love it.”

As the monster pulled his fist back again, roaring and puffing steam, I decided I was having none of it anymore: I crushed his neck and prick, now with the intention to hurt, and the monster let out a sound he never ever thought possible; as he opened his mouth, a high-pitch scream of pain burst through it. “Aaaahh!!” His eyes were watering, yet it was hard to see his tears amidst all the redness of his bloodshot irises.

My hands did a monstrous torture on his neck and prick: my fingers crushed his skin as easily as if it was made of soft silicon. His muscular frame and dense constitution wasn’t any different from before, mind you; in fact, all those months of strenuous exercises had only made him harder, hotter, and bigger, probably twice as strong as when I met him. When my fingers sank on his skin, they bent his muscle fibers like iron. I could feel all their strength and consistency, tasting a man who was indeed much more powerful that he’d ever been, yet…

I was more powerful. By a fucking mile! My right hand crushed his penis so much that his pissing was completely interrupted, and the lower half of his penis—that closer to his crotch—began to swell and bloat with all the incontinent blasts piling up inside them.

I crushed that penis until I heard something like bones cracking. My left hand began to literally pull his Adam’s apple into his throat. The monster wailed, then punched the sides of my body, trying desperately to release himself from my grip.

My body was pushed and pulled from its place, sometimes hitting the walls behind it, but I remained sturdy, and whatever attempt the giant made to recover was easily beaten by my stronger, mightier grip. “What?” I pulled his cock. “Do you want me to rip your cock out?” The monster wailed. His asphyxiation was such, however, that only broken whimpers left his throat. I pulled his cock so hard I felt his balls shrinking and throbbing in desperation. His whole crotch began to stretch, pulled by my hands on his iron rod. “It’s not like it’s gonna make any difference!”

“Oor!!” With a loud crush in his neck, I pushed that man back, laying him on the ground and exposing his ripped abs to the skies. Raising my right foot, I flexed my horse-sized legs, then blew a massive kick on the man’s face, pinning him to the ground and creating a huge crater around his skull. Steam burst through my nostrils. My muscles were swelling and getting more ripped, with veins sprawling over me like snakes. The power never stopped rising, with my weight getting so extreme that the ground cracked continuously under my other foot.

I raised my right foot again and flexed my thighs to their maximum. *Boom!!* That muscular monster bloated and throbbed, with every freaking fiber visible to the naked eye. I lowered my foot on the monster’s face again, sinking his head deeper on the stone. I raised my foot and lowered it one more time. I did it again. And again. And again. Vast sections of the canyon began to unravel. The cracks spread through the earth like new canyons, and the body of my man descended on the earth deeper and deeper and deeper, sinking many inches (eventually feet) as I kicked him hard and fast.

The speed and power of my horse kicks were otherworldly. At times, all I saw of my huge leg was a blur, and once I was done torturing that man’s beautiful face… *booom!!* I threw in him such a mighty, merciless kick that the crater around us grew many hundreds of feet in diameter, with millions upon millions of tons of the big canyon collapsing under the earthquake of my blows. When I was done with his face, the man was a bloody, bruised, battered mess—yet still his beauty remained intact under all the blood, his sturdy skull proving it was made of a supremely strong material.

Pulling his cock even harder, I took my foot from his face, pulled my leg back and… kicked his right testicle. *Boom!!!* The pain! Oh, dear, the pain that stud felt…! He could barely vocalize it! His eyes almost popped out, and his muscles, instead of hardening as they usually did, shivered and spasmed like they were going to snap and unravel at any moment. The cracks grew under and around him, with the monster shivering and jumping so hard he was almost a living, breathing driller, but I kept him in place by crushing his body and pulling his cock harder, as well as devouring his ostrich-sized testicles with my touch and gaze.

I put my right foot over his right testicle, then crushed him. My stud began to cry. “Please!!” The tears left him in a mess. He was snorting and puking, my milk coming out through his nostrils and his mouth. “Stop!! Please, stop!!” He tried getting up, but with a single punch I threw him back into his place: *booom!!* After my fist met his face, his back cracked the ground again, and his right-cheek was left with a fist-sized bloated bruise. I crushed his ball harder, turning it into an oblong mess of veins under my foot, all while twisting and pulling his pecker to a tearing point.

His huge testicles bloated, and I knew—by their deep sounds—that they were producing cum again. “What? You aroused by mommy’s power?” I raised my right arm, flaunting its virile hardness and strength. “You want to cum for mommy, huh?” I twisted and jerked his prick, making its lower half almost explode with all the fluids inside it. “Or do you want your mistress to rip your cock out, and turn your balls into pudding with her feet?”

He wailed. He cried. He tried to attack me again. *Boom!!* Cracks formed under his right testicle as I crushed it to a bursting point. The once-invincible, unbendable egg was now being grossly distorted under my feet—a task that, no matter my power, still required every ounce of strength in my overblown physique.

My body shone with sweat and might as steam burst through my every pore. Veins were growing atop of veins, and my height increased gradually as new layers of muscle were added everywhere in my god-like physique. Relieving that ball for a while, I threw one massive kick on his left testicle once more. The resulting shockwave made even the clouds move away. The monster puked milk into the air, in a fountain blast that reached many dozens of feet into the air, and I showed him even less mercy by alternating kicks and crushes on his testicles, now destroying the entire continent around us.

Our bodies sank deeper… and deeper… and deeper as four minutes went by with uninterrupted kicks and blasts on his testicles. By the time I was done, his balls were actually bigger—not so much because of the cum, but mostly because of the hideous bruises I had left in them.

My man was squirming and panting. His face wore an expression of perpetual almost existential horror: how…?! How could a mere human like me…?! Do things like that to him? Him?! An almost-literal god of sex!

I release his prick. The piss exploded in a volcanic blast. “Eww!” Even though I moved away quickly, the blast was so powerful that it sprinkled all over my body. My disgust, however, was short-lived: the piss of that stallion was just as strong and powerful as I expected it to be from a creature so perfect; though not arousing, it was certainly impressive to witness the density and sheer volume of that bladder sauce. Mules and donkeys were always known for pissing ludicrous amounts of liquid, and so dense and strong that their smell could be felt from afar, and that stud was no different: his piss was so fucking hard and heavy and dense it was almost a gel! I saw the deep crater being quickly filled with his piss. “Come on, honey.” I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him out the hole, letting him fill it with his millions of gallons of mule piss. “That’s not my kink. Piss all you want in this crater and let’s finish fucking somewhere else clean.”

~ To be continued

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An over-fecundated earthling pumps her alien stud… and drowns an entire planet under his boiling cum!

His monster cock roared past my guts and stomach, pushing my vagina and my overstuffed uterus all the way up back to my throat. Instead of hurting me, that provoked me to only get more feral and beastly; despite all the man’s raw power, the two-months of nigh-uninterrupted fucking had left him disheveled and shriveled. He was going to me mine. “Pump it!!” I crushed and annihilated the walls of his titanium breeding rod. “Your gallons!! Pump more seed into me!” My giant ass cheeks clapped against his balls, which were turgid with semen, but noticeably smaller than they were a few weeks ago. Their breeding power was beyond unparalleled; it was almost infinite, but my raging arousal was finally testing their limits, sensing the light at the end of their orgasmic tunnel. Just a few more pumps, I wondered, and they too would be mine. “Is this all the seed you can produce??” My torso, womb, belly, and crotch were over-inflated by the hundreds of gallons that were being spewed inside me every single second; my pussy was so overstretched that you could see parts of it pushed outwards by the rocket-like outflow of seed. Only his face remained unscathed of semen, yet that wouldn’t be so in a few minutes, once the seed had completely filled up the crater we were fucking on. “More!!” I pumped him so hard the muscles of my crotch almost snapped. “More cum! More spunk! Cum, cum, cum!!”

The eruption of semen finally shut me up. With a mighty, thunderous roar, and a wave of pleasure so strong that his torso lifted itself off the floor, the giant breeder unleashed a car-sized tank of spunk inside me in a single pump—so much, so hard, and so hot that I felt that, if I didn’t explode because of it, then I would be burned alive from inside out because of its steamy hotness. «Damn, boy!!» I looked at my stud’s quivering, semi-conscious face. «You come like your balls had a mountain’s worth of seed while still unconscious!» His breeding power, his sheer virility and animalistic fertility in turn made my ovaries churn out yet more eggs. It did so uninterruptedly, breaking any constraints and barriers of my human biology, overcharging my womb even when it didn’t have any more room for babies.

For I, oh, I was pregnant! «Fuck!!» I raised my head and allowed myself to cum, so submissive. My body rode his cock on its own, automatically, yet my pussy released so much squirt at steel-cutting speeds that even the monster’s cum was forced to give way to its bulk. I rolled back my eyes and, in the darkness of my mind-breaking orgasms, I envisioned every single baby that stud had pumped me with.

The aliens had one purpose: to perfect my species. To produce the strongest, most virile living creatures known to the Universe, and I… oh! I was a cog in their brilliant plan, volunteering my womb to the gradual betterment of my species. «These babies…» I felt bumps in my womb. The little creatures were barely a month old, yet were already visible from the bulge of my uterus on my skin. «How many of them do I have? Five??» I looked down, trying to count those fertilized, now-growing eggs. «Seven? Fuck, they’re so strong!» Even though they were barely developed into human shape at that point, I felt them moving with ease and purpose inside me, already dotted with superhuman individuality and strength. «Fuck, am I going to survive this pregnancy?» The spunk kept battering and ruining my insides, its blasts feeling like whole dams being unloaded inside me. Those bastards in my womb, oh, they seemed to enjoy it all—even more than myself. «Damn you, kids! Fuck! Are these babies so strong that they are going to rip themselves out of my womb and leave me for dead?» As these silly thoughts, just like the semen, assaulted me, I began to sweat coldly and whimper in existential dread. «Those aliens didn’t tell me how the pregnancies are done. As far as I know, I might be just a discardable vessel to these babies!» These stupid thoughts notwithstanding, I didn’t feel too bad about that fate. «If that’s the case, it’s gonna be worth it.» Those seven or eight or, heck, ten or more babies I had inside me were already worth more than entire nations back on Earth. A single male I’d give birth to would easily and effortlessly inseminate hundreds of women on a daily basis; a single female, oh, she’d probably bear over two digits of kids for every pregnancy cycle, which in itself would be much shorter—six or five months, instead of the laggard nine months of average human pregnancy—able to birth as many children as a regular human stud.

And what to say of the next generations? Of my grandkids and my great-grandchildren. «Oh, the kids are alright!» I laughed, coming back to reality to torture their poor father. «My children will inherit the Earth.» I moaned aloud, feeling the hotness and the thickness of the juice that kept invading and assaulting me so mightily. «Damn, boy! Your seed is power!!» Looking at his quivering face, I played with my heart and assumed a commanding tone again: “breed me! I command you to never stop breeding me!!”

My pussy was unreal! It roared and burned as it pumped that cock with every inch and every muscle fiber in his inner walls. If you put a rod made of pure titanium inside it, my pussy would crush it into the size of a marble ball! That dick, however, was invictus! Its master’s exhaustion notwithstanding, the prick itself remained hard and haughty and ready for more, challenging my whole self on its own terms—a dick without a male, with loads of semen to subdue me. “Alright!” I crushed that penis harder. “Let’s see who’s stronger!”

Looking around, I saw that the crater was already filled to the brim with semen. Everything around us was white—and not because of some fancy decoration choices, I tell ya that. “Come!” Laying my feet on the ground, pushing that prick and my womb all the way up to my neck again, I lifted the bull’s crotch off the floor and began to walk clumsily at the tip of my toes towards the edge of the crater. “Let’s fuck somewhere else. I need a clean space to lay you!”

My monster grunted something, with his fingers actually clutching on the ground and trying to keep him locked in there. “No…” He mumbled, his deep voice failing to conceal his nigh-childish fear: “please, no…”

Still, I pulled him. It was an amazing thing to see: his monster cock, as thick as a pillar of marble, was lodged in me from cunt to neck. My whole body was inflated because of its thickness alone, with my guts, stomach, heart, and lungs literally visible through bulges on my skin—my womb, of course, being the prime sight near my neck.

That monster stud had a cock so long that my entire body was barely enough to accommodate it all. Well, in fact, now it was maybe just a little bit bigger. «I grew a lot!» I contemplated while cracking the ground beneath my feet, walking with such power that the 15,000-pound stud behind me was dragged along by my back. I made my way to the top of the crater, removing his body from the spunk pool. «Out of one cum lake and into another.» Reaching the surface after five minutes of appalling struggle, I looked around and gauged the destruction.

My pussy unloaded more lakes of squirt. I wimped and moaned like a little girl again. Shit, that was hot! To know that two bodies—only two people!—could cause so much destruction… shit, it got me horny! With a mighty pump, my pussy coaxed yet more semen from that trembling, quivering monster cock. The load inflated my body before exploding out of my cunt. After the brief agony of being filled with more seed in a second than hundred mares on the cocks of their stallions, I smiled and looked to the cock, that beast bulging inside my body. “You see what you did?” I flexed my muscles, involuntarily flexing my cunt along with them. “We’re gods!!”

To the farthest edges of the horizon, as far as the eye could see and the mind could sense, in every direction, the land was covered in cum. Not a pebble in a mountain or a leaf in a mighty tree wasn’t covered by pounds of seed, layers and layers of thick ball cream transforming the land into an ocean of hyper-virile semen. The castle around us was all but destroyed; the few pieces of wall that stood above the ocean-level of cum were themselves covered from top to base in semen, exhaling virile steam into the skies.

The sheer depth and density of that jizz was mindboggling. “Holy fucking shit, you horse!” I fondled the bulge of his prick on my torso. “You came a fucking ocean!”

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[BUNDLE] A demoness uses her fingers, tongue, and her vastly muscular body to POUND an angel into submission! [FREE PAGES!]

Lumina’s body still burned when she started to open her eyes.

As powerful as the pleasure she felt was, it was no longer so excruciating that it prevented her mind and her eyes to focus on her surroundings. Little by little, as she blinked, the angel looked around and felt the light slowly peering into her sight, slowly adding more details to the environment.

Her sight started to sharpen and her orgasms became less oppressive. The angel realized she was not alone. She squinted her eyes and sharpened her gaze, seeing the tall, hard, shapely contours of the gorgeous figures surrounding her.

Demonesses. The fallen angels of Hell!

“Be gone, foul creatures!” She jumped on the bed, only to realize two demonesses were holding her still. “Argh! Let me go! Let me go, you filthy beasts, or I conjure the wrath of Heavens upon you.”

After a moment of silence, the room broke into laughter.

“Gee, you, calm down, your holiness.” A gorgeous 9-feet-tall, red-skinned goddess spread her arms open and made her breasts bounce in her tight black dress. “As if you were much better than us, oh, queen of hell!”

“Queen…?” The memories started rushing back, “…of hell??” She remembered it all: the touch, the heat, the hardness, the length, the width, and the depth of that 42-inch-long god cock… and the even more daunting master who owned it.

The demonesses screamed as the woman lifted her waist and hosed them with a shower of lubes from her cunt.

“Watch out!” They spread out their wings and flew off, laughing. “She’s cumming again!”

Massive orgasms attacked the angel for a few more minutes until she came down to reality and panted. “Where…?” Her sight became blurry. “Where am I?”

One of the demonesses bowed.

“You’re in your room, your highness. I hope you find it to your liking.”

“My… my room?”

The place shook as a massive demoness took center stage and addressed the others: “alright, you sluts, give the girl some rest. You four, let her go.”

“But she’s still…”

“I said:” she gritted her beautiful teeth, “let. Her. Go.”

“Alright, ma’am. You’re the boss.” And the four beautiful, luscious bombshells got away from the angel. The massive, muscular demoness, approaching the bed, got some of the angel’s squirts in her own thighs.

“How are you doing, my beautiful?”

Lumina panted as she looked at that woman. She was probably taller than her by a whole foot, standing at 11ft-tall. Her breasts were amazing, world-class knockers that only barely surpassed hers in size. They looked as firm as two flexed biceps, and whenever the demoness walked, she could hear the prodigious loads of milk shaking inside them.

Her abs were highlighted even under her thigh red dress, which seemed to complement the red tone of her skin perfectly. The demoness sported no less than twelve gorgeous muscles on her belly, each as big as Lumina’s biceps, and all rippling under the cloth.

She was as curvy and feminine as Lumina, but far more muscular. Her arms stretched the sleeves of her dress and her biceps bulged visibly beneath the cloth. The demoness’s legs were another wonder on their own right: two outrageously muscular and vascular monuments that would beat any professional male bodybuilder.

Right below her hips, her dress ended on a full view of her beautiful, tasty, meaty legs, which bulged and throbbed at the slightest movement of the demoness. Lumina couldn’t hold back moans as she saw the demoness’s uber-muscular ass, and her hips were so wide they gave the impression she was Hell’s (and the universe’s) most fertile female.

Not only was that Servant of Satan tall, muscular, and powerful, she was also outstandingly gorgeous; of all women there, in fact, she was the only one who could compare to Lumina.

“Hello, my queen.” She said. “I hope you’re enjoying your stay.”

“Y-you…” Lumina tried to speak, but her throat was so dry. The demoness chuckled, walking calmly around the bed.

“Just for the record, little angel, I hate you. I used to be the center of attention here until you showed up. I hate you immensely, and I would do away with you if I had the chance to. Sadly, my lord loves you, so I have no choice but to defer my authority to you and…” She bowed, “welcome you, my queen.”

Lumina saw her full, luscious breasts, and immediately moaned as she was consumed by desire.

“God!!” The word escaped her mouth as her eyes almost popped out, much to the demoness’s amusement.

“I see you’re still suffering the orgasms from my husband. That’s not a shocker. He fucked you for two months without a break, which is much more than any of us –or any being in the universe, for that matter—was ever able to take.” She bowed again. “It pains me to admit, but you are one resilient fucker.”

Lumina was panting and heating up as if the strongest of fevers consumed her. There was something else going on with her body, though at first she couldn’t tell what. The angel struggled to move her head and see her torso, and much of it was due to the extreme pain and heat all over her body.

Every single muscle ached. She felt like she’s just been stepped on by a horde of elephants –and maybe that would be an understatement. Looking to that demoness, she asked:

“Where’s Lucifer?”

The demoness smiled.

“Already wanting that good dick again, huh? Well, tough luck, girl. Lucifer is too busy with other women to go back to you. Besides, you’ve got more important things to worry about in the moment.” The demoness walked laid a hand on the woman’s belly. “Can you see it? You can’t look down, can you?” She giggled. “Those giant breasts of yours wouldn’t let you see much, I suppose” Then, she squeezed the angel’s belly harder. “Can you feel it? Moving inside you? Kicking and fighting for space, huh? Can you feel the little fuckers, the proud offspring of Hell?”

Lumina felt her breath uneven, with her heart pounding as her mind sorted out so many different thoughts at once.

“What are you talking about?”

The demoness smiled. “You know very well what. Your memory might be hazy, but your body knows.” She heard the angel’s heartbeat as the floodgates of memory burst open in her brain.

“I’m… I’m…” Her chin trembled, her lips dried out. “I’m pregnant!”

The other demonesses laughed as their leader clapped and smiled, talking for all to hear:

“Yes, you’re pregnant, my dear, and what a lush harvest this is!” She hugged her belly and gave it a kiss, making Lumina’s cunt throb as she felt the demoness’s fat, luscious lips in her bellybutton. “Fifteen kids! Satan has bred you with fifteen kids, you wonderful cow!”

Lumina’s eyes almost popped out.

“What??! What the fuck?!!”

“That’s right, proud momma! It’s been a while since Hell has seen such a bountiful harvest.” She bit her lip and made a clicking noise with her teeth. “You gorgeous cunt. Even in that you beat me!” She stretched her palms to Lumina, then just four fingers of her right hand. “Fourteen! I was the previous record owner, with fourteen kids in one go!”

Lumina was gulping loudly. She wasn’t exactly skeptical, but rather resistant to the truth.

“What the… fuck…?!”

Again, the demoness clapped her hands and a rush of power was felt throughout the room, making the angel moan as her tits hardened and her nipples threatened to pierce her thin pink dress.

With a furious contraction of her cunt, she expelled fat loads of nectar straight on the demoness’s bellybutton, prompting her to look up with a wry smile.

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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 demoness worships every muscle and crevice in the body of her new master -the Queen of Hell! [FREE PAGES]

The demoness showed off her biceps again while flexing her thighs. Her dress was tore and ripped as the monstrous slabs of meat hardened with a full display of veins and fibers; legs thicker than a giant male bodybuilder’s. The demoness looked to her angel, whose desire was burning in her face, and snapped her fingers to wake her up from the torpor. “So, my little angel, my mighty queen, I demand a little bit more respect from you, okay?” Her tongue dance on her full, meaty lips. “Lest you wanna be punished by this mighty goddess, whose muscular body you covet so much.”

To her surprise, Lumina moved from her resting position and sat on the bed, whimpering as she felt the massive weight of her breasts pull her back down. «Fuck!» She thought. «Did these grow bigger?!» She looked to the demoness and compared her bosom to hers. The filthy, red-skinned bitch was still noticeably larger, even though her belly was as ripped as a woman who hadn’t seen pregnancy in a long while.

Lumina looked to her own belly, finding it so large and hard it was difficult to even sit. “Fuck, I’m huge!” She spread her tits apart to see her belly, yet even this was too difficult for her: her tits were not just luscious slabs of fat filled with milk, but truly hard stones that easily passed off as muscles. She couldn’t move them at all, and most of her body felt as if cement had been injected in her. «Fuck this shit!» She looked to her demoness. “I’m carrying fifteen kids, am I not?”

“Yes, you are, my queen.” The demoness stepped to her and put a hand over her belly. “Three months old.”

“Fuck! I’m this big only three months it?”

Drayla calmly nodded. “You should rejoice, o Queen of Hell. Your body is so luscious and powerful that it can easily carry fifteen of the strongest, sturdiest breeds in all of Hell –and, by extension, in all of the Universe: Lucifer’s seed!

Lumina couldn’t just look at Drayla’s body so close to her without doing anything: with both hands, she squeezed the demoness’s breasts. “Fuck!!” She felt a powerful pang in her cunt and electric shocks in her own tits, which gushed creamy milk on the demoness’s body. “Fuck, fuck!! You’re so… hard!!” She fondled those tits lusciousness, playing with their aureoles and extracting a gasping, panting breath from the demoness. “Are you pregnant?”

“No. Haven’t been for a year.”

“You… you look so lush. Like…” She stammered. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re great, but… wow, look at those!” She held the breasts from below and lifted them, making her own biceps swell as she required all the strength in her upper torso to lift those mighty beasts. “How big are they??”

“The humans call those a double-H size.” She winked. “Amazing, aren’t they?” The angel looked up to her, almost as if accepting a challenge:

“Mine too are double-H. Yours look a little bigger.”

“They can get bigger depending on my state of arousal. Right now, yeah, I feel like those beauties…” She fondled the angel’s cheeks, “are more like, an I size.” “Fuck. You… you’re so…” Lumina withheld her words and leaned on the demoness’s chest, giving Drayla’s left breast a kiss before moving to the other breast and moistening it all up with her tongue and her full lips. She was not just kissing those beasts, but almost eating them; sucking and biting to feel all their hardness and their juiciness –literally, for those jugs were as full of milk as her own. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, my fucking god!”

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“I’m… I’m…” Her chin trembled, her lips dried out. “I’m pregnant!”

The other demonesses laughed as their leader clapped and smiled, talking for all to hear:

“Yes, you’re pregnant, my dear, and what a lush harvest this is!” She hugged her belly and gave it a kiss, making Lumina’s cunt throb as she felt the demoness’s fat, luscious lips in her bellybutton. “Fifteen kids! Satan has bred you with fifteen kids, you wonderful cow!”

Lumina’s eyes almost popped out.

“What??! What the fuck?!!”

“That’s right, proud momma! It’s been a while since Hell has seen such a bountiful harvest.” She bit her lip and made a clicking noise with her teeth. “You gorgeous cunt. Even in that you beat me!” She stretched her palms to Lumina, then just four fingers of her right hand. “Fourteen! I was the previous record owner, with fourteen kids in one go!”

Lumina was gulping loudly. She wasn’t exactly skeptical, but rather resistant to the truth.

“What the… fuck…?!”

Again, the demoness clapped her hands and a rush of power was felt throughout the room, making the angel moan as her tits hardened and her nipples threatened to pierce her thin pink dress.

With a furious contraction of her cunt, she expelled fat loads of nectar straight on the demoness’s bellybutton, prompting her to look up with a wry smile.

“Fat cunt. Oh, you beautiful fat cunt. You might not remember it, but you succumbed to our Lord’s seduction and let yourself be mercilessly pounded by his god-cock for two months straight. Oh, your coitus was the stuff of legends! Prior to you, only I had withstood the Great King for over a week, and my performance shook the foundations of Hell for over one month and a half of intense, bestial fucking.” Her smile was mesmerizing, and so were the slow, cautious licks of her lips. “You beautiful, gorgeous cunt. You’ve blown me out of the water, and I am so filled with hatred for you that I feel like, at any given moment…” She leaned on the woman’s neck and grabbed it with both hands. “I could just split your spine and get you out of the picture!”

The other demonesses didn’t even bat an eye, simply smiling as the angel’s body seemed frozen in fear. Both goddesses felt each other’s breath, and were immediately entranced by each other’s gorgeous, lush bodies.

The demoness’s hair fell on Lumina’s face, which blushed as she felt the heat of her cunt growing to the tip of her breath. The demoness looked deep in her pristine blue eyes, admiring her porcelain-perfect face as the angel also silently worshipped her rival’s equally gorgeous countenance. Faint steam came from the demoness’s nose as she felt a powerful fire consume the very middle of her legs, warming up her powerful thighs –an instinctive reaction of hers every time she was near a novel and gorgeous piece of flesh.

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Satan POUNDS a sexy angel with his 40-inch+ monster cock (plus an incredible demoness threesome!) [FREE PAGES!]

The Prince of Chaos was a 15ft-tall beast weighing over 10,000 pounds of pure muscle. Heavenly tongues said that, whenever the God of Filth fucked, the entirety of Hell felt his thrusts –and she believed it, oh, for she herself could feel the power of his pounding sometimes reaching parts of Heaven.

And the god fucked all the time. All. The. Freaking. Time! That was his routine, of course: torturing souls and fucking his demonesses. Some say that, in all of hell, only Lucifer could naturally fuck whomever or whenever He wanted; if some lower demon dared to look at a woman he coveted, the massive god would sodomize ass with his monstrous penis and jizz inside the poor bastard until his body literally exploded.

Then he would proceed to fuck his demoness senseless. «Fuck!!» His emissaries had told Lumina that Lucifer controlled a harem of over twenty million demonesses –all of whom he had fucked at one point of another. Most of the days, in fact, the God of Hell didn’t spend a second without ravishing the bodies of his servants with his 40-inch muscle cock; it was almost blasé to him to insert his full tool in one of his countless tall, muscular demonesses and fuck the ever-living shit out of her until she was begging for mercy or fully passed-out, squirming and orgasming on the ground.

The god fucked while at work, and she pounded bitches while casually chatting to other demons. On the few occasions when He talked directly with Lumina, for instance, he was power-banging a gorgeous, 9ft-tall muscle giantess while finger-banging the cunts of other two women simultaneously, having them all squirt endlessly over his body while he nonchalantly conversed with his hopeful bride.

Lumina was struck with envy, anger, and desire as she (foolishly) rebuffed His advances.

“Is that how you want to talk to your future bride?”

She remembered –oh! She remembered!—how Lucifer looked so dominating, so authoritative to her and made her shriek and cower, all her greatness reduced to nothing next to that towering titan banging three women at the same time.

“Listen to me, you filthy whore of God: when I am asking for the honor of you being my wife, it’s an honor for you, not for me.” His particular inflection made sure he got the point across. “You’re not going to be any more special than my smallest, weakest of cunts just because you’re the most beautiful angel in Heaven. Not by any mile! You’re not part of some masterplan for me to get at your filthy God or anything; you’re not and you will never be this important, you fucking slut.” Satan increased his thrusts, making the demoness convulse with massive, maddening orgasms as he simultaneously lifted the other two women with his fingers in their twats, making his massive biceps bulge. “I want you to be my wife because I covet your body, which is lush and sweet and, above all, fresh! Hell knows I get tired easily of fucking these bitches, which all taste the same after a while.”

The three women were hosing his body with so much milk and lubes the beastly god sometimes had trouble speaking. Lumina watched the waterfalls on his body and felt her knees buckling. Lucifer had so many muscles he could make a bull with each pec, several horses with a single thigh, and a whole bodybuilder with each muscle of his 16-pack abs.

The angel stuck her tongue out and licked the air, not even drawing a single smile from the deity.

“You’re melting with desire. Why don’t you come here and become my woman?”

Lumina lifted her chest, stretching the fabric of her tunics with her JJ-cup breasts.

“Why don’t you come here, o Fallen Angel, and tak-”

“Shut up.” He simply said, and the angel immediately obeyed. “On your knees.” With her heart pounding, she briefly resisted Satan’s command before falling on to her knees and, going one step further, bowing until her forehead touched the ground.

When she dared lift her gaze, she saw Satan fucking those three demonesses harder, exploding their bodies with orgasms just so he could get them over with quickly. “You. Faint.” She commanded the woman in his right hand, and Lumina immediately saw a wave of electricity flow through her so hard that she seized violently and then fell like a wet sponge on the god’s arm.

Satan was as delicate to her as one would expect from the Lord of Hell: she tossed her to his back like a used paper bag, and as the body swirled in a long arc many dozens to feet behind the god, she squirted cum and milk all throughout the way, crashing down with a large splash of sex juices.

“Cum.” The god commanded to the woman in his left hand, and immediately her nipples exploded with hotter and harder gushes of milk while her cunt creamed his arms, his chest, and his abs with a divine flood of steamy, scalding broth. The word also teased the demoness in his monster cock, making her hose his abs and entire torso with her geyser-like secretions, prompting the god to casually open his mouth and drink from her emissions as he finished the other woman off.

“Cum harder.” And the two demonesses shook until their bones started to creak. Lumina’s eyes widened until they became cartoonishly big in her face, for on the bodies of those demonesses she literally saw blasts of energy flashing through their skin. “Cum harder. As hard as you can cum.” Satan’s voice had an unexpectedly large effect on Lumina herself, who felt her bowels heat up and her womb liquefy as her pussy stretched out and a gush of juices washed her legs.

Fuuuuck…!!!” Her eyes bulged and she hit her head on the pristine marble on the floor, cracking it with the strength of the impact. Lucifer didn’t look at her. That mighty angel –Heaven’s most beautiful—was undeserving of even his contemptuous gaze.

“Cum a little bit harder.” The Lord of Demons calmly commanded, and the four women –demonesses and angel all together—blasted his body with their bodily fluids, showering him under juices that easily burned at over a hundred degrees Celsius.

“My lord, please!!” The demoness in his arm was crying tears of sulfur.

“Shut up.” The monster commanded. “Get out.”

Aaah!!” The demoness screamed as Lucifer literally tossed her in the air and, flipping her body, and grabbed her as she was falling back into his arm, with her anus and cunt turned to his face. “Now squirt. Harder!” The devil flexed his muscles, and the combined power of his voice and his fibers rippling through her body made the poor cunt discharge a large torrent as thick as a fist straight into his mouth.

The Lord of Hell, bulging with gorgeous muscles as he kept thrusting wildly on the other demoness, brought the cunt to his mouth and sucked it. Immediately, his 25-inch tongue scavenged the greatest depths of her insides, first filling her cunt completely, then forcing its way through her cervix, prompting only larger juices from her cunt. “Fuuuuck!!!” The poor woman screamed as the tears blasted from her eyes almost as strongly as the milk did from her tits. “Fuuuuuuuu…!!!

Satan completely filled the woman’s womb with his member and stretched it out fully, pushing it up to her throat as he used his astounding control to make the penis vibrate over every inch of her insides.

Loud booms came from the woman’s cunt as she kept hosing the demon’s mouth with lubes. Satan’s voraciousness was so absolute that he managed to drink every last drop of those fluids without a single of them being squirted out of his mouth. His throat made ferocious slurping sounds as he gulped all those gallons into his stomach, which never got any fuller.

At one point, however, the god spilled those lubes through his nose, which made him briefly smile as the demoness fought against exhaustion and death itself. While all that happened, Satan rammed his dick on the demoness in the middle. It was possible that she had passed out, or at least was passing out with some frequency, enough for her presence to even be forgotten. The demoness on Satan’s hand made a better job resisting the god’s onslaught, but only because He carefully watched over her orgasms, making her squirt only as much as he wanted. Taking his mouth away from her cunt, the god proved just how absolute his control was.

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‘A single nut from this guy… one lone wad from his prick…’

‘Yes??’

‘It’s bigger than the entire load of fifty men.’

The woman’s heart stopped for a second.

‘Is it bigger… than fifty bursts?’

‘Not just ‘bursts.’ If you put fifty men together and collect all the spunk they can produce —all of it!—, that would still be only a single wad from our male.’

Another soldier intervened:

‘I don’t think it’s fifty men, dude. I think it’s a hundred!’

‘Between fifty and a hundred, for sure.’

‘And the man doesn’t nut just once, of course.’

She gulped again, very nervously.

‘H-he doesn’t?’

‘No. He nuts… he cums…’

Another soldier completed:

‘The guy nuts eighty, ninety, even a hundred times.’

The reporter’s legs began to weaken.

‘Im… possible…’

‘Nope. Quite possible. He nuts so much that he can spend five, ten, sometimes fifteen minutes just… cumming loads. The man is a machine for sex and breeding. Nothing else on nature can compare to him.’

The woman felt a tremor over all her body. «What woman could possibly take so much spunk??»

She tried to imagine the grotesque bulk that left that human bull’s sack, but soon the soldiers painted the situation more vividly to her:

‘The guy’s literally capable of filling up a whole bathtub… with spunk.’

‘Two bathtubs. He is able to easily fill up two whole bathtubs… even a mid-sized swimming pool… will one full ejaculate.’

‘God… g-god…!’

The reporter’s heartbeat so quickly that all her body was shaking. Though they witnessed her affliction, the soldiers too felt a bit of sadistic pleasure in her despair.

‘His spunk is… indescribably thick. Seriously… a quarter gallon of his spunk weights twenty pounds!’

‘My… my god…!’

While the reporter shivered and scratched her neck compulsively, the soldier narrated many other unbelievable feats of that sexual god:

‘He doesn’t even need to fuck a woman more than once for her to get pregnant several times across her life.’

‘But… what do you mean??’

And the soldier looked to the general, as if asking the old man for permission to share that sensible information.

‘Say it, soldier. The lady knows very well what she’s dealing with.’

‘Alright.’ And she stared coldly to the shivering blonde in heat. ‘During the first years of his harem… when he was much younger… there were several women who, after giving birth, decided to leave the system. All cool, all natural. However, these same ladies, months later… many found out they were pregnant again.’

‘Of the supersoldier?’

‘Yes. Of the supersoldier.’

‘But did they sleep with…?’

‘That’s our point: no. They hadn’t slept with him again.’

The woman swallowed deeply, in complete shock.

‘The kids… they… were really his??’

‘Positive. The DNA tests left no doubts.’

‘Then… then how…??!’

‘Even that early on, our supersoldier already nutted such a thick… such a sticky cum… that it infiltrated the deepest canals of a woman… literally bathed their wombs in white seed, seeding them whole with kids.’

‘The spunk, however, was so thick…’ Another soldier carried on, ‘so dense and concentrated that… even months later… actually, even many years later, several vestiges of it were still found stuck on their ovaries, their womb, their uterine walls, and their whole cervixes.’

‘It’s very common, you know, when they give birth… that their children are delivered covered in spunk.’

‘My god!’

‘Exactly. The guy nuts so much that, even months later, when women give birth, the children are brought up bathed under the very spunk they were conceived by.’

‘And not even the delivery, well, is able to eliminate the spunk. Far from that. You see, ma’am: many of these women, once they began to ovulate, were knocked up again by this very same spunk!’

The woman’s legs began to falter, and she had to look for support on the chair.

‘That… t-that…!!’

The soldier proceeded:

‘Already on the first year of his harem… twenty-four women had left the program, you know. Of these twenty-four… nothing short of eighteen were pregnant again a few months later.’

‘God!’

‘Yes. That created so much trouble to the HR!’

‘Eighteen…!’

‘These eighteen ladies, yep, they were as pregnant as if they had fucked the man all over again: three kids each… and that was back then. Soon after, the number would begin to rise.’

The woman’s head was already crumbling under so many absurd facts:

‘Wait, wait! How long can he… how long can a woman keep having his children like this??’

Many soldiers exchanged sad, sorrowed looks until one of them finally answered:

‘When the guy was eighteen… there was a woman in his harem, an extremely wealthy socialite, maybe even a billionaire, if I’m not mistaken… well, we told her everything we’ve just told you now.’

‘Mmm.’

‘She found it curious… and naturally felt very turned on by that…’

‘Well, of course, she did!’

‘…then she actually decided to ‘test’ just how long… she could have the guy’s kids… without actually fucking him!’

‘Huh?’

‘She lived on his harem for two years… and left when he was twenty. Then she simply decided to keep having his kids years after year after…’

‘All the time??’

‘Well, for as long as she could.’

‘Without fucking?’

Many answered:

‘Yes.’

The reporter had to sit down. She couldn’t just listen to all of that and remain standing.

‘He… oh, fuck, can you explain that better?’

‘She left the harem when the guy was twenty. She never fucked him or even saw him again. When she left the harem, she’d had a total of nine kids —four on her first year, five on her second—, which she thought was a ‘reasonable score.’

‘Oh!’

‘But this woman wanted to have her own kids, you know, not just kids to be left to the army. She decided, then, to leave the harem and see… whether all those rumors were true… and if she could get lucky with our stallion’s seed.’ He lowered his head. ‘Well, she did get lucky. Really lucky!’

The reporter got closer to him, barely resisting the urge to ask:

‘How many kids??’

And the soldiers felt their already-low self-esteems sink even lower at every new word that was spoken:

‘Two months after giving birth to her five kids in the army, the woman discovered she was pregnant again.’

‘Oh.’

‘Three kids. Paternity test, positive.’

‘God…!’

‘She birthed three extremely strong and healthy children, 3.3 pounds each, and then… one month and a half later… she discovered she was pregnant once more. This time… five kids.’

A fire brewed in between the woman’s legs. She could feel her pussy getting moist all over again.

‘Five kids…’

‘Perfectly healthy ones. Three and a half pounds each for this first lot.’

‘And… and then…’

‘Two months later… when the supersoldier was twenty-two… she was pregnant with four kids again.’

The reporter’s chin fell lower and lower and…

‘No… that… just… no!’

‘Listen, ma’am: four kids, all healthy. She gave birth to them without complications and then… then she…’

‘No. Don’t you tell me she…’

They stared fatally at her.

‘Two months later, when our soldier was twenty-three, she found out she was pregnant again… with more five kids.’

‘For the love of god!!’

‘Yep. The delivery was smooth and peaceful.’

‘My god! How many…?!’

‘That’s seventeen kids so far.’ The soldier laid his clutched fists over the computers’ panel. ‘After she left the harem, without having any other encounter with our soldier, this woman gave birth to seventeen kids of his.’

‘My… my god!!’

‘That’s right, my dear.’ The soldiers gave her almost sadistic looks, deeply enjoying her incredulity. ‘This man’s sperm is so potent… he’s literally able to knock up a lady five or six years after their her first conception.’

Another soldier added:

‘If only a single drop of sperm is stuck inside a woman, she gets pregnant all over again. Remember that this guy’s fertility…’

‘Is a hundred times an average man’s. Literally, if a single micro-drop goes into a woman… booom! Babies!’

‘God… god…!’

‘And that’s not actually all, you know.’

«Oh, for fuck’s sake!» The woman had to cross her legs and cough to hide her obvious, almost raging turn-on.

‘We’ve recently got news from this woman.’

‘Don’t you tell me… don’t you… tell me she’s…’

‘Yes. She’s pregnant again.’ And smiled. ‘Quadruplets.’ The reporter felt… her womb!… getting warmer, heavier, readier for… «breeding!!»

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