Our bodies sank under the ever-cracking, ever-collapsing ground until the level of the juices was literally at her bosom. “You powerful cunt!” Juices exploded everywhere every time she spoke. “I can’t believe I will need a titanium ground to properly drink you this way.” My head raised itself just as high as her ways, staring the ceiling, and I howled like a wolf—though every sound I produced by that point was the result of many mechanical, involuntary contractions inside myself. The many, many sounds that exploded from my throat were unstable, erratic, often times demonic. If anyone tried to record them, their equipment would be fried with just the impressive range and power of my sonic booms. Literally nothing on Earth—maybe on the entire universe—could ever record those ghastly screams, and I leave up to your imagination to try and figure out what kind of animalistic, primordial, deepest-bowels-of-the-Earth kinds of sounds I was producing.
All that madness, all that extreme explosion of power, pleasure, agony, and muscle growth, all that diabolic insanity was caused by the goddess’s command to my cervix: that it shut itself the hardest it physically good. Oh, reader, how great was the fact that I no longer felt anything, for the ensuing actions in my body, if they could be felt in even one millionth of a millionth of their fullest intensity, would have shattered my mind for all eternity and driven me insane with pain.
Upon my futa’s command, the cervix just sort of… I don’t know, collapsed into itself? Think about an anus tightening itself up… but never stopping! Your ass just closes and closes and keeps closing itself so fucking hard that, comically enough, your butt cheeks just start receding into the anus itself, then into your guts, and once you know it you’re like an inverted metaphor of that frog parable—you know, that frog that opened his mouth so wide it ended up eating itself? Think like that, but with your anus, and you’ll get an idea of what my cervix was doing to itself.
I mean… holy fuck! I knew that the contractions of my muscles had the power to bend steel and all that, but that squeezing was… fuuuuuck! If you put a ten-inch-wide rod made of pure titanium in the entrance of my womb when it started flexing, the bar wouldn’t just be bent, it wouldn’t just be squashed, it wouldn’t just be cut in half, no, no, no, no! It would have been literally erased from existence, its every atoms broken apart and further torn at their quark levels. The pressure could literally perform quantum annihilation… and that was sort of what happened back then in the tunnel, when everything started exploding and collapsing. There was literally no structure on Earth capable of withstanding the power of that squeeze, and sonic shockwaves kept bursting from my body in an aura of pure, unbridled energy as the goddess pried the hardness of my cervix with the tip of her tongue and fingers.
Even she was a little afraid of that beast she had unleashed. “Damn!!” Her tongue was burned under the impervious hardness of my seal. My womb had become a magnetar: such a condensed block of solid muscles that, if its density increased by just one ounce more, it would collapse into a black hole.
The goddess laughed as the level of juices around us reached her freaking chin. «Ada girl! Your powers amaze me!» Her tongue tried to pierce the inviolable seal of my cervix, but it was detained without even making a dent on it. I could feel the goddess widening her eyes and gulping in utter amazement, not having expected such degree of power from such an inferior lover. «Fine. I take your challenge.» She lifted her right leg up, making her muscles roar as they flexed and her immense thigh pretty much doubled in girth.
Then… she stomped the ground! Another cataclysmic event ravaged the place, with every single wall, ceiling, floor, everything, absolutely everything around us collapsing and sinking on the lubes.
We were now fucking in the open air, with the entirety of that room and its adjacent areas not only destroyed, but pretty much erased from the universe. In other places she’d destroyed, you could see some pieces of their old walls here and there, but in that moment there was nothing—nothing, I say! Just us, standing in the cracked ground, and the ocean of filth scattering throughout the hills, its level lowering on the goddess’s body and giving her a lot of space to tongue-fuck me freely. I felt mighty veins sprawling from the bottom to the tip of her tongue, turning it into a limb just as muscular as her arm or her unflexed legs. «Let’s begin.»
With her tongue and fingers, the torture achieved a whole new level of depravity: once she was stimulating me, massaging my walls and drilling oceans of nectar out of my pores, but now… damn! She was just ramming herself into my cervix, over-stimulating it with her fingers like some very brutal kind of tickling while her tongue, positioned in the very entrance of it, tried to pry the cervix open like a predator on the hard shell of its prey.
The goddess failed miserably. «Jesus!» She began to pant and to quiver as her tongue bent itself under the incredible strength of my uterine walls. As hard as she tried to pierce it, covering her tongue with a myriad of hyper-thick veins, she couldn’t break through—and the goddess saw that as just one ungodly tantalizing challenge. «That’s… what I’m talking… about!» She beamed with happiness as she took much deeper breaths and turned her tongue into a muscular beast almost as thick and ripped as her fully flexed arm, and then she… rammed it up again!
My body was split in half. Well, that’s how it felt, at least: a sword cutting me from crotch to head, like some ancient medieval torture. Whatever strength I felt I had was completely shattered by the goddess’s increase of strength in her tongue—think of it as the second phase in her member, if you will. This time, my cervix cracked like an egg, or at least the tip of it. *Bluuuursh…!!!* A rocket jet of lubes as strong as a solar eruption exploded into her face and made it rain creamy nectar all around us; it was like she had struck orgasmic oil from a piece of land, and now this beast was squishing from the endless pressure within.
Two inches of her tongue were lodged within my cervix, and more inches were coming relentlessly. Granted, the pace of her advance was much slower than the initial thrust, but it was still an unrelenting, unstoppable advance, with her tongue making its way into my womb while her fingers performed an almost supernaturally masterful masturbation of the rest of my cervix: they sank into the walls and vibrated, pushed and pulled it in the very rightest spots, with the joints of the fingers sometimes stimulating the walls of my vagina, never leaving a few hundreds of them at any time untouched or under-stimulated.
I cried and yelped and screamed until my lungs were exhausted and my heart was beating at over ten thousand beats per minute. I was deader beyond death, crippled by the extreme experiences of that coitus, and the goddess… god!! What the fuck had I got myself into?! That wasn’t anything special for her! That was barely a make-out session! She was just… exploring me! Like a curious kid on a new playground: she wasn’t actually fighting or spending any energy or effort in that endeavor; she was just having fun, that’s what she was doing.
“I-I-I-Imagine…” The fragments of my mind pierced together the only coherent thoughts in that whole ordeal: “w-w-what h-happens… wh-when she a-actually… fucks??” Imagine what happens when she actually fucks!! None of that—be with me or Veronica—had been her “proper fucking,” per her own words.
As I screamed and showered her with lubes, and as the whole environment collapsed under the discharges of energy from both our bodies, I came to the terrifying understanding of what all her power actually meant: it was one thing to say you can split a mountain in half with your fucking, yet another completely different thing to experience it. In all that time, with all those experiences, all that we’ve done was just that: to hear her words and imagine her actions, and now I was getting to truly experience just the tip of her true power—and that experience was the most terrifying shit in my whole goddamned life.
Didn’t make it any less sexy, though. Once the goddess announced her victory, damn, I pretty much came in all the layers of reality and multiverse my soul had been fucked into at that point: “your womb is mine,” she announced and, without a hitch, pierced my cervix open, making a *crack!* so loud it literally rippled for thousands of miles away, being heard in our nearby city and even cracking some of its windows. Shit was fucking crazy.
“OOOH……!!!” Whatever voice I had, conscious or not, shit, it completely went away. Her tongue pierced through my cervix and filled my womb, bloating my belly to its most turgid form again. She was bathing in my hyperconcentrated fluids, as thick as molten metal, and she was loving every second of it.
«Cum, baby girl!» She affixed her lips on my swollen labia again, to the point that not a fucking drop of my tremendous ejaculations escaped her mouth, and her belly swelled almost as tremendously as mine as she drank!… and drank!… and drank!… and drank and drank and drank, with powerful, earthquake strong gulps, all the frothy offering I had to discharge.
Our bodies collapsed, or that’s how it looked like at first: the goddess actually threw my back against the ground and… *BOOM!!!* Fucking shit, I ain’t seeing that shit even in superhero movies: ‘twas just a big-ass explosion, with a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, and us fucking wildly at the bottom of the resulting crater—or rather, the goddess just fingering me and tongue-fucking my womb on her knees, seeing my body thrash on the ground under the power of whole nuclear-arsenal’s worth of electric discharge.
She fucked me… and then she fucked me… and then she fucked me some more… until every piece of my soul had been disassembled and then reassembled in a whatever shape she found most pleasing. After that “humble” pussy-eating of hers, I would never be the same; the goddess had literally reconfigured my whole being with the power of her orgasms.
My writing abilities are just… fuck. They’re done. Abso-fucking-lutely exhausted at this point. There is literally no way I can crescendo this madness anymore. Maybe more talented writers (or less horny women) could, but I am just… I mean… fuck!… *frick, frick, frick!* What else am I supposed to say?! I can say that the goddess, blatantly flaunting her endless flexibility, pierced my Fallopian tubes with her tongue and literally… like, shit, literally!!… embraced each of my oversized ovaries with that monstrous limb! I could talk about how she literally squeezed hundreds of fertile eggs out of those ovaries by tightening the embrace of her tongue in them, just like an anaconda would its prey, and then… squishing them! And squishing them some more! And squishing and squishing like a toy on a dog’s mouth, making wave after wave of fresh eggs be shot out and inseminated by her ever-virile sperm inside me.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Be fecundated by your mighty futa stallion!” She raised her body, taking her tongue from me, and continued to finger me with one hand while stabilizing my body with the other. My pain and agony had been so destructive they kept increasing the depth and width of that crater with my violent, orgasmic motions. The muscles of goddess rumbled and throbbed as she tried to contain my body, admiring my over-muscular female shape with desire and a little bit of respect. “Heather…!” The way she licked her lips when gazing upon my quivering body… damn! That was the embodiment of sex appeal! “Our lovemaking will be legendary!”
She decided to let my body thrash wildly and freely, and led her right hand to her own pussy. With her monster dock pressed against her mighty abs, fully risen in all its forty-inches of masculine glory, and her balls throbbing like engines, she had a little difficulty reaching her massive and hard pussy underneath all the genitalia, but when she did… oh! The crater overflowed with the combined juices of us both Alphas, and that scene of absolute sexual carnage went on until my body, my muscles, and bones literally started to crack and my body threatened to tear itself apart—this time for real!
It took a whole hour, though, until that happened. After this long, fateful torture, the goddess-warrior stood over her conquered foe, witnessing the results of her carnage, panting and dripping gallons of sexual juices while looking towards the horizon and contemplating what she would do next. “Oh, well.” She took one deep breath and looked back at my quivery, defeated self. “I think it’s time to fuck for realsies now.”
Diane stood before all her kingdom, ready to be judged. The princess of the Amazons had committed a grave crime—one for which other Amazons had been sentenced to death—, but she was calm and haughty, just like how royals tend to behave. «Nothing will come out of this,» she told herself, looking at the vast pantheon filled with the Amazonian elite—three hundred gorgeous muscle women, maybe more, watching her, waiting for her judgment. «The most I will get is a slap on the wrist,» the princess thought. «Worst case scenario, we get into a fight.» She then smiled. «Well, I guess that’s the best case scenario.»
Diane was like a big parent who agreed to partake on the theatre play of his children just to make them feel proud of themselves. She had no intention of carrying through with that nonsense, nor did she have any concrete fear of being hurt or detained—even by three hundred mighty Amazons all at once.
Everyone who saw her knew one thing: there was no way to stop that woman. All Amazons were tall, beautiful, and outrageously muscular, but Diane was even more ludicrously so. At little over twenty-two years of age, that youth put the others to absolute shame with her 7’6ft-tall, 500-pound muscular body. Diane never even bothered hitting the gym or exercising as assiduously as the other Amazons, yet she developed a physique which was, quite possibly, the second most well-endowed of all the beauties in the isles—behind only the massive body of…
«Just look at ‘em poor things.» The princess looked around the pantheon, seeing the hundreds of trembling, panting women gazing at her with so much desire. She had dared to come back to Themyscira dressed in her costume: a tight, blue-and-red spandex that stuck so firmly to her body it didn’t even look like clothing, but body-paint. Her golden (the only thing that wasn’t glued to her skin) was stretched to its limits thanks to her wide hips and her ungodly thick legs.
That woman was perfection in every sense of the word. Her body communicated strength, fertility, masculinity, and stamina in a way no other Amazon could. Many tongues were unrolled, dripping with desire, and Diane could hear the crossing of dozens, if not dozens of legs as she knew she was being coveted and admired by the hungry audience.
They too, after all, wanted a good spectacle. Nobody believed the princess would be punished, but everyone was sure she was going to do… something!… that would be well-worth their time and wait. It was well-known that Diane, aside from being a princess and a superhero, was a domineering Alpha female who collected lovers like certain species of birds collect pebbles for their nests: she was ravenous to the point of pathology! How many men and women had she consumed since she left the isles, many on the audience wondered, looking at one another and being sure that, oh, Diane had consumed them all.
They were not just mere members the Amazonian elite; those women were all of Diane’s past lovers, from summer romances to one-night flings, to routine booty-calls to side-pussies for when she was bored. Diane looked at them and smiled, remembering the fun time she had with each and every one of them, knowing they could never forget the potency of her fingers, the length and power of her tongue, the flexibility of her body, the ferociousness of her fists! No hole in those women had been unexplored by the craving Amazon, and there was an unspoken consensus that all of them wanted the princess to be set free so she could once again do to their bodies what no creature, human or god, could ever do after they met her.
Diane lifted her hands and tried to crack her knuckles, but the Lasso of Honesty, which bound her wrists, made the action very difficult. Still she flexed, making her biceps stretch the lasso to its limits, creating a loud noise that brought everyone’s attention to her and made all those warriors gulp and shiver.
The princess smiled. “That’s how you lik’a see me, huh?” She flexed again, this time making a wave of muscles rippling down from her chest to her hips. “All tied up for you?” The lasso was wrapped around her neck, her arms, her lower chest, her abs, and her legs. It was the only unbreakable object for the Amazon; no matter how much she tried, she would never free herself from her own weapon, but still she felt she could beat all those contenders in it—and with her eyes closed!
Diane looked down, feeling the pressure of the lasso on her swollen muscles. Her breasts were almost swallowing the knot over her belly; those two beautiful, bouncing orbs so big and hard they were almost tearing the woman’s costume apart.
Diane kept turning around, making sure all the beauties there could witness every inch of her over-developed body. “I’ve grown a great deal since I’d last been here.” The Amazon was all games and smiles, biting her lips as she flexed so liberally. “I’m taller, I’m thicker. Guess there ain’t one bimbo soul in these isles able to pin me down.” She flexed her guns again, and her biceps swelled to such outrageous proportions many Amazons covered their mouths, afraid she was actually going to tear the Lasso. “Oh, look! My babies are so big… and so hard!”
She flexed her biceps harder, putting the lasso under tremendous stress. Thick veins grew over the Amazon’s neck, which was also tied by the lasso, and she had to pause and struck a pose so that the energy flowed through her body uninterrupted.
Her ten-pack abs trembled, each muscle growing and bloating into an obscene, rigid mass. Every inch of the lasso was stressed and tearing up, with the loud, stretching noises only turning her on. Her thighs bloated into tree trunks of steel—legs as thick and muscular as a horse’s—and her ass hardened to such a degree many thought the swollen buttocks were going to slap against the woman’s spine!
Her glutes were so hard and over-muscular that they were permanently perking up; when relaxed, they looked flexed, and when flexed like looked like growing, bloating beasts threatening to tear the fabric of whatever clothes she wore.
Her skirt too was stretching, much frailer than the rest of her uniform. Her clothes seemed to have been made of a special, indestructible cloth, which allowed them to resist that muscle growth without tearing up in a million pieces, but the skit seemed to be the exception: its fibers were torn one by one, and its width grew visibly with the woman’s widening hips, much beyond the maximum size it was designed to withstand.
“Oh, sisters!” Diane’s voice was deep, groveling, purring. “My breasts are so hard!” She shook her chest, making those gigantic beauties dance. “It’s been many hours since I had a good pair of lovers on my arms. You know, sisters, how important are your mouths and your tongues for breasts this overdeveloped.” As she gave them a naughty look, Diane heard many of their pussies dripping. Some women were visibly panting, rocking their bodies to-and-fro while threads of sweet nectar flowed down their legs. They were all moist, and the only difference between the strong- and the weak-willed was whether they let their cunts drip or not.
One of these strong women –the Head Instructress, trainer and mentor of all the archipelago’s warriors—sat in the front rows, clearly shaken by Diane’s exhibitionism, but still managing to contain all her fluids inside of her, even if barely! The mighty Amazon had her thick, bulky legs crossed, with the juices piling up inside her pussy and some drips leaking onto her thighs. The woman focused: «no!» Diane could hear her telling herself: «I ain’t falling for this again!»
The princess of the Amazons turned to her and stepped closer. Everyone could see she was looking at her, which brough extreme shame and arousal to that flustered woman. “Head Instructress!” Diane exclaimed pompously, flexing every one of her muscles as she moved: legs bloating, biceps swelling, abs shredded, and her tits bouncing loudly, with splashy sounds every time they moved. “Don’t you want to lend me a help with those two massive tits?” She shook her bosom, and two large stains grew in her uniform. “Oh, Instructress, they are so full!! I know you are the only one in these isles able to drink all of my offering!” Diane spread her legs out, as much as the Lasso allowed, and the Amazons were hypnotized by the drips of nectar flowing down her legs. “Head Instructress, your princess is so aroused! Come here and satiate this fire with your mouth, your tongue, your fingers!” She winked. “I know you want, and I know only you can.” She mockingly turned her head to the other Amazons. “None of these have what you got. I am much stronger, much thirstier now, and in those whole damned isles, I know you are still the only one able to take on me.”
“Diane, please!” Still, the Instructress was too distracted by her former apprentice’s massive breasts. The stains were growing quickly on her costume! Oh! Was she really lactating that much, and so soon?! “Princess, my liege, have some respect.”
The princess walked quickly to the mural that separated the arena from the audience. With one effortless hop, she stood on top of it, looking at her Instructress in the eye. “Fuck you.” She said aloud, drawing many gasps from the Amazons. “You know I don’t care about a thing in this world; I only care about you, master, and your thick, muscular body pinning mine on the ground, punishing me like the bad girl I am.”
“Diane… please…” But the Instructress was paralyzed by Diane’s tongue, which slowly licked the woman’s fat, gorgeous lips, creating a loud, slurping sounds that caused many a dozen of Amazons to shiver. The princess’s bosom was dangling so close to hers! Those were the two most massively-endowed women in the islands, and their bosoms were so great they nearly touched even when the women stood a few feet apart from one another.
Diane leaned closer, her seductive gaze consuming the Instructress like a predator. “Fuck me.” She flexed her chest, and her breasts squirted milk under the costume. “Do me. I’m all tied up and ready for you!”
The Instructress had no more words, however, when the princess jumped down from the mural, cracking the ground with her feet as she landed. “Wow!” Many gasps were drawn from those excited breasts as the Amazons saw her feet sinking on the stone. The princess was so heavy she could tear any floor she walked on with simple steps.
Still tied and constrained by the yellow, glowing Lasso, Diane turned around and sucked more breaths out of the audience with the sight of her ass. “So much muscle!” One Amazon beside the Instructress commented, drawn by the overdeveloped musculature of Diane’s shoulders and back. “By the gods! How can a young woman have such bulk?!”
Diane raised her shoulders and flexed her arms, and at that moment many gasps and drips could be heard as the women were filled with arousal. Her back was partially flexed to an obscenity of muscles, and her ass hopped jovially, powerfully, making coarse sounds even with the slightest of motions. The woman slowly began to squat down, sitting on the Instructress’s lap as she looked around and saw many pretty, interesting faces in the audience.
“A lot of new flesh here, I see.” She stared at one Amazon near the Instructress, who was panted and drooled, crossing her legs constantly to try and contain her arousal. “I’ve never met you before, have I, sweetheart?” Diane lifted her arms and stretched, laying down lazily on the poor woman’s lap. “I’ve never fucked you, have I?”
The desperate lady shook her head, unable to speak, while the Instructress made one last (and feeble) attempt to stop the sassy youth: “Diane, enough!” She pushed her mighty bosom, but was met with an incredible resistance. “Fuck!!”
The Amazons were startled when they heard one long, loud splashing sound, like that of a stream being finally let free. Once they looked at the Instructress’s legs, they realized that, oh!, the mighty warrior had squirted herself!
“Not ‘squirted!’” Some whispered. “She’s still squirting!!”
The Instructress would be ashamed if she wasn’t so aroused. “Fuck!” She had her hands on Diane’s buttocks, and those muscles were incredible! “Oh, fuck!!” She touched, squeezed, and fumbled them, drawing more ounces of liquids from her cooch. “Oh, for the gods! Fuck!!” She looked at her lover and smiled. How long it had been since she last touched her! “Your ass is amazing, Diane!”
The princess, then, laid on her lap and shook her massive hips, provoking a stronger, louder gush from the woman. “I know.” Her massive breasts were shaking, so bountiful and jovial, and all her muscles were rippling, inviting the touch. “Have at thee, my lover.” Diane stretched out, laying down completely on her woman, resting her feet on the mural and exposing her full body to dozens of craving eyes. “Your princess is all tied up just for you.”
The Instructress knew she shouldn’t—and she did it. She raised her hands on the princess and touched her massive abs, feeling their hardness electrify her. “Fuck!” More nectar burst from her cunt, gushing on the princess’s ass and dripping loudly on the floor. “You’ve… gods!” She cleared her throat. “You’ve really grown!”
Diane smiled, shaking her breasts and making the stains grow. “I’ve grown bigger, harder, fuller.” She raised her hands to the Instructress’s face, fondling her cheeks very lovingly. “Come. Take my dress down and suck on my breasts.” Many women gasped, astounded by her forwardness. “I know you wanna.” She looked to the other, inexperienced Amazon. “I know you all want to!”
Something in her eyes invited the newbie to do the unthinkable: with her hands trembling, she touched one of those breasts with the tip of her finger, only to immediately retrieve her hand and pant: “aahee!!” Her moan was long and high-pitched. Juices exploded from her cunt in a lousy mess: *spluursh!!* There was a loud flood on the seat and the floor as many Amazons looked at her, astounded by the volume of her ejaculate.
“For the gods, woman, what have you done?”
The poor lady could only look at them and reply: “I’m sorry, but… they’re just so hard!”
Diane smiled, having fun with her sweet innocence. “You see, Instructress? Even the newbie here recognizes a good breast when she sees one.” She looked to her enraptured lover. “Why don’t you fumble those breasts a bit harder…”
“Diane, stop it!”
“…so that you can feel what a real woman looks and feels like?”
“Diane, stop!” But the Instructress was silenced as Diane, tired of waiting, grabbed her breasts instead! “Fuck!!” The Instructress squirted, her loud, messy jets bathing the MURAL in front of her.
“You’re hard.” Diane squeezed her knockers. “You’re full.” She stuck her tongue out. “Let me taste ‘em, then you come and taste mine.” She licked her lips and left her mouth opened, breathing hot, and sometimes moaning. “Stick your tongue inside me and take me.” She moved her body like a cat stretching out. “I want to cum! Please, Instructress! Please, any of you!” Her eyes moved around the Amazons, who were all panting and shivering. “Make. Me. Cum!”
The princess felt a wonderful pressure in her boobs, and then she realized the novice was grabbing them. “By the gods!!” The touch didn’t last long, however. “Aah!!” Overtaken by arousal, the novice took her hands out and fell out of her seat, immediately moving her fingers to her cunt and frigging herself until everyone could hear the loud, quick splashes of her lubes. “Zeus!!”
Diane and the Instructress felt her squirts on their head and legs, respectively. Diane looked up, seeing the former master mesmerized. “Stop fighting it. It’s useless.” She raised her hands and pulled the Instructress’s face, caressing her chin and cuddling her cheeks. “Don’t fight the attraction. Embrace it.” The Instructress saw herself closer and closer to Diane’s full, red lips. Her heartbeat could be heard from the other side of the arena. Her vulva throbbed like a heart, one long stream of lubes flowing endlessly from it.
The Instructress was built like a brickhouse, and the combined weight of both women was enough to make the seat crack. Still, she only felt great peace and comfort on the princess’s muscles, knowing that the princess felt the same on hers. They were two ladies as big as mares and outrageously fertile, their mighty bosoms shaking as the loads of milk in them made loud, tempting noises.
The Instructress could feel Diane’s warm breath in her mouth. Suddenly, she couldn’t come any closer: her massive breast was blocked by Diane’s, which squirted even more milk in her costume. The Instructress’s squirted too, and soon their bountiful chests were rubbing against each other with wet noises, lactating harder as their hugged each other stronger and brought their lips to a close.
“Diane!” A powerful scream cut them short, and Diane felt a tremendous arousal in her nerves. “Get back to your place!”
All the Amazons were startled, going back quickly to their seats, but the princess acted like it was nothing serious—the only one of them unafraid of the booming voice.
“It’s been a long time… my queen.” The daring youth looked to the tall platform in front of the arena, from where a blinding glimmer came.
“Get back. I won’t repeat myself again.”
Sighing, Diane slowly stood from the Instructress’s lap, turning her back to her lovers and whispering: “you ain’t seen the last of me yet, my beauties” She winked, then leapt back into the arena.
The Amazons held their breaths, watching the princess and her rival exchange fiery glances across the arena. Diane was the spectacle everyone already knew, but the Queen was an even rarer sight—one that barely ever appeared to such a large audience, even during the most sacred of ceremonies.
Despite her coolness, Diane sensed her own heart beating faster. «I won’t be intimidated by this golden skank. Not anymore!» She still remembered the last time she spent with her, and her blood boiled with the fires of revenge… and arousal!
The calm, arrogant words of the Queen still resonated in her ears, like they had met yesterday: «I will allow you to fuck me, dear… if you defeat me in a fight.» She had cracked her knuckles and stepped out of her throne that day, ordering away her servants with royal gestures while facing the young princess without a thread of fear. “If you force me to admit defeat, I’m yours forever.” She stretched her arms, and her myriad of muscles struck fear directly in Diane’s heart. “Ready when you are.”
The princess still felt in her bones the brutal pummeling she got from the matriarch. How cruelly she was pinned against the floor and punched through the walls until the palace was crumbling! How effortlessly she was thrown around by the endless blows of the mighty goddess, how beastly she had been beaten in the guts until she was puking blood, how savagely her cunt was struck by the heartless bitch’s fist!
When the Queen said she was going “all out,” she had truly meant it. The beating got so bad that many servants were moved to plead for Diane’s sake, begging in tears and on their knees while the Queen painted the walls red with the teenager’s blood: “please, my queen, she’s just a kid! She doesn’t know any better!” Yet they all shut up once the Queen turned to them her fiery gaze, threatening to turn her fury at their bodies if they didn’t know their place.
Diane remember, oh, how she remembered how at first she was so aroused, then scared, then in pain, then in agony, spewing and sneezing blood while her body was battered from multiple directions simultaneously, almost as if the Queen could teleport and beat her from wherever she chose. Though the teenager resisted bravely, no one could say she had actually “fought.” For three hours, she took blow after blow after blow, growing purple and bloated with so many bruises, without uttering a word of help, without even thinking about debasing herself next to that Queen. As the hours went by, however, and the beating went from midday to the night, the princess was finally tearing up, barely feeling her own muscles, with her superhuman bones finally close to cracking.
“Please, my queeeeen!!” She cried, and whatever remained of the palace rumbled with her agonizing scream. “Meeeercy!!! I beg you mercy!!” But there was no mercy for the next three or four hours: the Queen grabbed Diane’s neck and shoved her face against walls and furniture of pure metal, bending them with her head. She pushed and pulled the face from the surfaces thousands of times a minute, drilling them with her head, battering them like no living creature could be battered by any other in that world.
And that was far from the end: as blood was spilling all over the rooms, the Queen thrust the body into the air and made her crash against the stone ceilings, which cracked and sometimes succumbed under the blows. Then she leapt into the air and caught the princess’s body before it even started to fall, pulling her down with equal strength into the ground, drilling her on the stone and creating massive craters with the impact. The Queen then lifted Diane’s body in the air and round-house kicked her like a beast, her massive legs turned into a machine of kicks that pummeled the princess dozens of times before her body was thrown at the walls. She punched her guts, slapped her tits, and kicked her cunt countless times in a frenzy while the teenager’s was pressed against a wall, which sooner of later succumbed under the intense, countless blows. The princess coughed pints of blood, painting the Queen red, but nothing disturbed or startled the savage woman, who proceeded to grab her falling body by the hair, lift her up and crush her like a boxing bag.
The hours had become seconds and the second had become an eternity. Time itself was beaten as Diane was brutally, savagely, bestially wrecked and destroyed by that potent lady, who hadn’t even begun to sweat when she realized the punishment had been fitting enough. “I bet you never forget who destroyed you!” She lifted the woman in the air, showing her quasi-corpse to all the servants who still had the guts to witness the massacre. “Lest you want your body used as a wrecking ball again!”
There was no dignity left in Diana that night. From ten in the morning to ten in the night of the following day, she had been crushed with such relentlessness that she never knew when one blow ended and ten others began. Her face was bloodied and disfigured once the Queen was done to her, and her body was one giant purple mass of bruises which must have horrified and scared the servants.
She was left laying on her own blood, which kept pouring in pints from her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her nipples, her cunt, and her anus. Shapes of fists were engraved in her skin, and some of her muscles were deformed to such an extent that it took them a whole year to get back into shape. The princess whimpered and yelped, still miraculously alive, and when the Queen dropped her on the ground, she felt as if the entire Earth had been thrown against her back: *booom!!*
It took Diane a whole year to heal from her wounds and walk again like a normal Amazon. When the Queen said she was never going to forget that beating, she meant it; there were times when Diane woke up screaming in the Tower of Might, startling her superhero companions:
“Wondrous Woman, what’s going on? What’s happening, Diane, tell us!” And they were all shocked when they saw the princess curling in a fetal position and crying, openly panting as she actually felt the punches and the kicks and the mighty, cruel blows all over again, with even the vivid suffocation of her body being crushed against the walls and beaten to near-death.
“B-b-by g-g-gods!!” At those times, she sounded like a child again. “M-m-mercy, ma’am!! H-have m-mercy!!”
Diane loved a good beating, but that had gone well over the edge. «You’ve nearly broken my spirit, you whore!» She looked up to the woman on the tall platform and felt the rage taking over her every nerve and muscle. «I couldn’t sleep well for years! Fucking years! You made me wet myself in the middle of the night!» Unbeknownst to her, her fury was making her muscles grow and the Lasso be stretched to its limits. «I will fucking end you!!» Diane’s eyes were almost glazing. «I will fucking teach you your rightfully place and make you suffer for what you did to me!!»
A lazy girl before that event, Diane began to assiduously exercise as soon as she got to her feet again. Rarely had she ever hit the gym or wrestle with other Amazons, preferring instead to spend her time idling, swimming, running around on forest, or just slacking off with her friends and lovers. After that beating, thought, it was like a new woman had been born—a much more brutal, relentless woman, and one filled with endless amounts of rage.
“Diane, you need to cool off.” Her teammates sometimes warned her, scared by how vicious she could be in a fight. There were times when Diane hurled entire buildings atop of villains and foes, or other times when she turned big, muscular villains into punching bags even well after they were crying for mercy.
Liking it or not, the Queen of the Amazons had instilled in her princess a taste for sadism, and now that Amazon was about to unleash everything she’d learned on her many years of training and super heroism.
Diane stood in the middle of the Arena, looking up smugly to her Queen. She couldn’t see the woman properly in the middle of all that golden glow that emanated from her body. The youth’s heart was beating quickly, her legs relaxing and involuntarily spreading next to the perfection she was about to see.
Diane might have been a demigoddess… but so was the Queen! The princess could have wandered around freely in those isles like they were her personal harem—and, to a degree, they were—, but privileges ended wherever the Queen could be found: not only was the matriarch also a daughter of Zeus, but many wondered whether the “purity” of her blood was superior to Diane—after all, the sex between a god and a human, as was in Diane’s case, tends to produce lower-ranking offspring than between a god… and a demigoddess!
No one knew who the Queen’s mother was, but many suspected it was some demigoddess like Diane herself. The way the Queen shone and moved, the power in every single muscle, the rumbling of her voice, and just overall her sheer massiveness betrayed a superior bloodline that Diane could only dream with.
Therefore, even though the princess had been training for years to become the mightiest woman alive; even though she had saved the Earth countless times and beaten the ever-living crap out of the most powerful, muscular, virile warlords in the universe; even though she had trained and gained enough muscle mass to be able to punch through a fucking mountain… she was nervous. For the first time since she’s got the beating of her life, Diane was unsure of herself.
Her eyes adjusted to the shine and finally they saw the massive woman. «Fuck!» Standing at eight feet and seven inches, the Queen was just as mighty, busty, and muscular as she’d ever been. Her abs glistened with twelve mighty, swollen muscles under her tank top. Her breasts made rumbling sounds, like iron bars being bent, and were so hard there was barely any jiggle to them.
The super female looked down upon the teenager, smirking like the arrogant cougar she was. Though she clearly saw the princess was bigger, thicker, and stronger, her 22-year-old ass couldn’t compare to her own. The Queen “looked” forty, but even saying that might be dishonest; her skin was perfect and her face was more arousing than Diane’s herself.
The mighty Queen didn’t go to the trouble of flexing her muscles and showing off to the princess. She knew she didn’t have too. Already unflexed, her ass was far mightier, fuller, and harder than the 22-year-old’s. There wasn’t even a comparison to be made between the two Alpha females: if one of them was a puma, the other was a lioness bathed in the blood of a fresh battle. There was a sense of seriousness, a “life-or-death” aura hovering on the arena; an omen saying that whatever arousal they once felt for the princess could now be discarded, and whatever lightheartedness there had been in that situation should be promptly forgotten.
The Queen had arrived, so they better stop fucking around… or else.
“My liege.” Diane slowly bowed, avoiding any irony or sarcasm in the voice. There was a long silence between the Alpha females, during which Diane knew she was being inspected.
“My, oh, my.” The powerful lioness purred. “How big you’ve grown, child, since you last abandoned us.”
“Silence.” And, to everyone’s shock, the princess shut up and bowed again.
She was cursing herself in her head for being so weak-minded, but she hadn’t still adjusted herself to the presence of the Queen. It had been, after all, such long time!
“Now, Diane, what are we supposed to do with you?” The Queen shook her head in disappointment, knowing it was all theatrics. “You’ve abandoned Temiskira. You joined the mortals in their fancy, foolish petty squabbles. You got entangled with a male! You betrayed your kind and spit in the face of the gods! What, oh, child, did you expect by coming back here?”
This time, Diane wasn’t afraid when she looked up: “to fight you.” All the air was sucked out of the hundreds who heard her. “I didn’t come back here to ask for forgiveness. I came here to take your crown off your head—with my bloodied fists, if necessary.” She then flexed her muscles, ready to show off how much she had grown. “Don’t bother with any judgement. I ain’t here to be judged.” The Lasso was stretched, and her muscles had only now begun to truly grow! “I’m not in the mood to hearing your bitch voice. I’m here to kick your fucking ass!”
Everyone watched in awe as Diane did the unthinkable, growing her body until the Lasso was nearly torn off—“everyone,” of course, expect the mighty Queen, who watched the whole spectacle unfazed. “Bring it on… bitch.” She smirked, seeing the princess transform into a raging beast of pure muscle, power, and fertility!
“Aren’t these orgasms enough for you already?” Apparently they were, for the princess was once again moaning and howling to the moon. “Alright, then!” The Queen firmed her fingers. “I’ll give you all the orgasms you demanded!” She slapped her enormous bum. “I see you can take it, big girl!”
“FUUUUCK!! STOP FUCKING TALKING AND MAKE ME CUUUUUM-OOOOOHH!!!” Just as the princess screamed, her body was frozen under a million orgasms per second and counting. By the way the Queen annihilated her cunt, that milestone had not only been reached, but thrashed with ease, the numbers of orgasms blasting through one and half million per second, and then some!
The princess sank her fists on the ground and crushed it. The stone turned to dust under her mighty grip, and her scream literally split the skies. “FUUUCK!! SO GOOD!!” She screamed so many times the Queen’s ears began to hurt, and she massacred that cunt until her fingers were bruised and her bones about to crack.
“By the gods, you’re almost literally made of iron!” The oceans of squirt splashed on her face, almost washing her body away. “Fucking… die, you fucking cunt!!”
But Diane, amidst that delirious deluge of orgasms, calmly lifted her head and stared at her queen, flaunting a calm, placid smile in her face. “Is this really all… FUCK!!!… that you can do??!”
Diane then flipped her body on the Queen, who screamed as she felt her own cunt pierced by the princess’s fingers. Diane gave her a wicked smile, and the Queen had no doubt that she was going to thrash her cunt even more mercilessly than he had thrashed hers.
“Please, Diane!” The Queen rolled her eyes and spread her legs. “P-p-please!!”
Diane masturbated her. The orgasms were immediate. The Queen screamed and jumped on the ground, cracking it with her massive body, making them both sink gradually deeper into the wide, sprawling crater. Just as Diane had suffered and withered under millions of orgasms, so was the Queen about to suffer the same fate now—a million orgasms per second and counting, the mighty princess easily and quickly beating her in her own game, using her own technique so masterfully and perfectly against her!
“You fucking…!!” The Queen tried to scream, but she was losing her fucking mind in the process! “Oh, you fucking…!!” Her voice was then silenced for good, taken by so many orgasms that her whole body became as stiff as iron.
The orgasms multiplied, making her sight blur and blank. She was seeing millions of lightning bolts in front of her, and her insides really seemed like they were burning under a lightning storm.
The Queen screamed, ailed, and despaired, and her cunt soon outpaced Diane’s own in the size and strength of its loads—not that it made a great difference at that point, as both goddesses were cumming so hard that the entire island was leaking with their juices.
“GAAAWD!! OH, GOD!!!” Diane screamed, still torturing that cunt with as many orgasms as possible.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” The Queen found some strength to counter-attack the muscled goddess and, uninhibited by her superior power, crammed her finger into her cunt, striking her with just as many orgasms.
Both bitches came, both bitches screamed, and their bodies jumped and quivered so hard that the island quickly unraveled. They felt the ocean waters crashing against their bodies, with thousands of masses of stone falling in all directions, some of them hitting their backs and crashing over their muscles—which were too hard to even notice a thing.
“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!!” The Queen panted, surprisingly calm amidst those tortuous orgasms. “FUCK YEAH, BITCH!!!” An explosion. A burst of light. Diane was briefly blinded as a sun seemed to have exploded in her face, and then she felt her body pushed and crushed under the waters, hurled by a growing mass as hard as steel. «Fuck!» She knew what it was all about. «She’s growing!» Her body trembled in excitement. «She’s fucking bulking!»
Diane was a generous demigoddess: while the Queen serviced herself on the princess’s neck, she squeezed her cooch and sank her fingers slowly inside the Queen’s, fondling it with enough power to soon have the royal moaning in her ears.
Not one to be left behind, though, the Queen quickly came down to explore Diane’s back, squeezing her buttocks, spreading them apart, and piercing her anus with three fingers. “Oh, yeah, baaaby!!” The princess rolled her eyes and moaned. “Fuck!! Shit!! Fuck my ass so gooooood!!”
“You don’t know how good I’m gonna give ya!” The Queen surprised Diane by fingering her cunt with her other hand, doubly-stimulating her until the Princess nearly lost control of her movements.
“Fuck!” She smiled with her eyes closed, and then she kissed the Queen’s face as if paying her tribute, thanking her for those masterful strokes. “Wow, you’re good!” Bouts of pleasure made her muscles shake and harden. “Fuck!! Wow!! Oh, by the gods!!” The fire grew. “By!! The gods!!”
The Queen smiled, upping the pace of her double-masturbation. “You can stop fingering me, if you want.” She kissed the princess’s neck, adding a new layer a pleasure to her orgasms. “You pay me back later.”
“Oh, god!!” Diane was too proud to let go off her so quickly, but… damn! If that pleasure wasn’t incredible! “By the gods, you’re good!!”
“It’s time for you to learn what really made me a Queen.” She licked Diane’s neck. “Relax, my darling, and… enjoy the ride.” She picked up both the pace and the strength of her fingering.
“FUCK…!!” All the air was sucked out of her breast. She heard the squishing sounds of her cunt and anus being stimulated while the Queen licked her nape and sucked her breasts, sometime slurping around her armpits, tasting her sweat and cleaning her body like a cat.
“You’re so tasty!” The Queen paid special attention to her armpits, sucking all the sweat and blood on them before laying her mouth on the princess’s breast and suckling on it not like a toddler, but as a thirsty calf.
Diane was moaning loudly, and eventually she was howling to the moon, barely believing the scorching intensity of the fire that consumed her. «This is seriously… aah!!» She wiggled her waist, twerking reflexively as the masturbation overtook her senses. She was crying and panting, hugging the Queen harder and sinking her teeth on her shoulder, taking a massive bite of her muscles.
“Harder.” The Queen commanded, making her motions so much more relentless. The princess bit her harder until she felt her teeth caving into her skin. “Harder.” The Queen ordered again, torturing her with yet stronger, more merciless motions, prying her pussy and making it drool on the ground while the princess puffed and moaned:
“Fuck… you bitch!!” She bit the Queen with outstanding force, sinking her teeth on her muscles, feeling the blood pour into her mouth and slide down on the Queen’s back. “Fuck!!” She bit harder, realizing she was on the edge of a massive…
“Orgasm, my dear? Okay.” The Queen smiled. “How many orgasms do you want?” She was already cumming, of course, but the type of orgasms the Queen referred to was much stronger than those run-of-the-mill ones the princess was having.
The young woman bit her harder, drinking from her blood, all while quivering and shaking much stronger on the ground, making its cracks grow and multiply. The Queen fingered her harder, drawing panting, gasping moans from the bitch.
“Fuck!! Oh, gods!! Hera!!” She asked for divine help, but none would come. “Oh, Hera, please!!” The squishing sounds on her cunt were ferocious when the Queen repeated her question:
“How many orgasms? Just say a number and I’ll deliver it to you.”
Diane laughed. “Are you, cunt? Then fine. A million orgasms, that’s what I want!”
“A million? Pff!” The queen scoffed. “Are you sure that’s all you can t-?”
“Shut up, bitch! I didn’t say a million orgasms in total!” She bit the Queen’s earlobes before laying in her ears her utmost desire: “I meant a million orgasms… per second!” The Queen raised one eyebrow. “Oh. Now we’re talking.” She gently nodded, sucking the princess’s neck. “Fine. A million orgasms per second it is.”
Without muttering a word, the monster sneaked his fingers into the robe around his hips… and undid it. My heart stopped, my brain melted, my throat exploded in profanities as my eyes beheld the gargantuan monument which was so unceremoniously revealed to me. “OH, FUCK!!” I was soon quivering like a mad bitch on the ground. “YOU FUCKING HORSE!!” I didn’t’ want to be insulting to the guy, but my mind had nothing better to compare him with if not… a horse! The biggest penis I could think of! Actually, now that I think about it, I should have said elephant or a freaking hunchback whale—all animals which, in fact, would still feel minuscule when compared to that prodigious monument of breeding perfection.
The creature smiled very slightly, making the house shake again with his slow stroll towards me. His cock swung from side to side, dangling much farther below his knees. The beast must have had six feet just in legs, and the cock went below his knees at its lowest, giving it a soft length of maybe thirty inches. “Holy shit!!” My mouth was exploding. “Holy shit! Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fuck, holy…!!!” My tits swelled and hardened, and the milk burst through my nipples in two violent jets, building two massive puddles that quickly joined into a single one beneath my chest.
The beast kept making its way to me, smiling wider as it sniffed my arousal, releasing literal clouds of steam though his nostrils as it seemed to approve of my scent. He stopped again, and his dick smacked my head hard. I was knocked with my back on the floor, squirting juices on his cock with my legs spread out wide while the monster silently watched me cum and, overall, just lose my shit before him. “Fuuuck!!” My screams too made the windows shake. “Fuuuck!! Fuuuck!!” I felt his hot breath hitting my cunt, prompting it to gush more juices into his cock and sack—my pants had already been torn by the strength of my squirts at that point. That’s how hard I came for him!
I screamed, and the monster’s cock dangled between my legs, so ungodly thick that I felt I had a melon between them. My pussy suffered from an orgasmic madness or something, for from time to time I squirted with enough force to bathe a horse with my copious juices. A massive puddle, almost a whole lake had been formed around us, all while the monster simply watched, calmly smiling at me, and his prick throbbed with enough power as to make loud thuds which hurt my ears.
That thing was fully soft, yet it flaunted more veins than the bodies of two ripped bodybuilders. I literally saw the gallons of blood flowing through those massive ducts, the thinnest of which was still thicker than a thumb, and the widest of them thicker than five fingers put together. “God!!” I panted. “Oh god!!” My pussy hosed jets of squirt as high as his abs, bathing all of them in girl cum as his smile grew more arrogant and malicious.
His balls made loud thuds as they throbbed with massive waves of hot, fresh horse jizz. There was no doubt that, when that horse came, he filled entire swimming pools with ease. I was actually wondering if there was enough space in the whole mansion for the amount of jizz that horse-stud kept stored in those massive pellets, each easily bigger than a bowling balls. «I wonder if t-they-re… aahh!…» I thought while I climaxed madly, «…if they’re just as heavy!»
The monster bent down to grab me from the hair. I was a blonde beauty with a face to make supermodels want to kill themselves in pure shame, yet that monster didn’t seem not a bit struck by my perfection, pulling me to his horse-sized genitalia and cramming my face against it like a cheap, street alley bitch. Again, no word came from his massive, gorgeous thick lips. He simply crammed my face against his cock and expected me to service him like the king, the emperor, the god that he was!
And I did: I opened my mouth and slobbered all over that dick, all while my tits and my cunt made a much bigger mess of the floor.
The drool rained from his cock as I felt every vein of that massive breeder pass through my mouth and hurt it. My trembling arms carefully embraced that monster, pumping it along with my full body as the monster pulled me from the shoulders and brough me up along his cock, allowing me to even wrap my legs around it. «Holy… fucking shit!!» The insanity of his measurements made me cum even harder, and I realized I was literally clinging to that dick like a sloth on a tree trunk.
I squeezed the cock-head in my thighs and worshiped it with my whole being. The monster pulled my head up and down, moving my body along his massive dong. Little by little, I felt the surge of blood and energy giving life to that thing, and his balls throbbed more powerfully as I literally heard the gushes of semen rushing like trucks inside his ducts. «Holy shit!!» The soft cock was already inhumanly hard, but the growing cock struck my very soul with terror.
I squeezed it! Oh! I flexed my thighs and screamed with the burning pain in my abs, trying to make that beast deflate or, if all failed, to rip it from its source. I had no other chance! If I allowed that beast to inflate, it would literally tear me in four once it penetrated me!
Thirty seconds passed, and I had my eyes closed as I took a deep breath and gave that cock my all! The muscles of my legs and powerful glutes of my ass roared as my back grew into a wall of ripped muscles and my abs one by one throbbed and bloated until I had not just a six-pack, but a massive, bulging, rippling eight-pack in my belly, screaming so hard that soon all my body followed in that murderous squeeze: “aaaarrhhhh!!!”
*Boom!!* My biceps bulged. *Boom!* My shoulders widened. *Splaaash…!!* Endless torrents of milk burst from my tits as I squeezed that beast with all the might in my body, and thirty seconds later I was dizzy and shaky, nearly passing out as all the strength quickly left me and I collapsed hard on the down, panting and shaking while my muscles suffered the most intense cramps of their lives.
Five minutes later, I had enough strength back to look up and see the damage I had caused. “Oh, fuck!!” What I saw—or rather, what I didn’t see—made me so horrified that I was soon dragging myself on the floor, trying to get as far away from that monster as possible. “You’re still hard??!”
Correction: the beast wasn’t hard, but still hardening, and no damage at all could be spotted in all its gargantuan length. The monstrous cock grew and throbbed, as “damaged” as anyone would be after a light breeze, and then the monster puffed more clouds of scorching steam as it looked at me with a really annoyed expression. “Feel relaxed yet?” For the first time, I heard his thunderous voice. “Good.” He cracked his knuckles. “Let’s breed.”
It was savagery the likes of which words can only aspire to one day describe! The two bodies were dragged along the ground, building a trench as that beast savagely speared Giancarla’s guts, thrusting so deep that his cock reached as high as her throat, then it literally ripped through her mouth and went in-n-out her body at delirious speeds. Jesus fucking Christ, the monster nearly orgasmed as he felt his entire member breaking free of that body, his impalement complete, his dominance utter and undeniable. “Fuuuck, baby!! That’s what I’m talking about!”
That was the one and only moment my beautiful Adonis—our beautiful stud!—lost control: *boom!!* There was the most massive thud as the monster exploded with jizz, and his loads burst out violently through my friend’s mouth and nose, an ocean of spunk that quickly painted the entire crater white.
After that single incontinent leak, Adonis walked out of the crater and towards me, holding Giancarla’s body fully impaled by his dick. “Doesn’t she make a wonderful cock?”
I was cumming so hard and so many times I didn’t know what was reality or fantasy any longer. «Jesus!!» The stud then allowed the rest of his nut to break free, shooting his hundreds of gallons of thick jizz through my friend. He had the cock of a god, and his balls worked overtime to fill it with endless streams of seed.
Grabbing Giancarla’s whole waist with a single hand, Adonis moved her body up and down, using her as a living fleshlight to coach the gallons out of his breeder. Then, he picked up speed. And picked up some more. And more. And more and more and more, until her body was only a blur in his cock, and his whole body was rumbling, trembling, rippling with so many waves of muscle-swelling orgasms.
“Fuck! This! Cunt! Fuuck!!” His muscles boomed, briefly adding to his size, and I couldn’t help but to be murdered by my even more intense orgasms. “See what I can do with this fucking cunt!!” My own body was cramping with the overwhelming ecstasy that kept building and building until it burned my fucking bones, the pleasure and pain both so immeasurably intense I was passing out and waking up every second, all while the landscape, unbeknownst to me, was radically changing all around us.
When I managed to stay awake for longer, I saw myself laying on rocky plain, seeing the sun rise on the horizon while the monster kept piercing Giancarla just the same way as before, his massive, muscular build finally breaking sweat. “Yeah, baby!!” His balls were rumbling like monsters, and his shots of spunk made his dick even longer and fatter, stretching out my friend until she was pretty much the size of a horse herself! Every time a fat wad of spunk passed through his cock, it balooned to over twenty-inches wide—and there was barely a second, oh!, when he was not shooting massive, oceanic wads through his pussy-stretching womb-filler!
“My… god!!” As I looked around, I saw that the valley of Giancarla’s farm was completely—and I say completely!—flooded with spunk! “Jesus…!!” I looked back at that man and saw him cream that plateau with his seed, mountains and mountains of thick jizz piling up as steamy testaments of his pure virility. That overwhelming cock was fecundating a mountain just like it would a woman. “Jesus Christ!!” Yes, indeed, he was my Jesus, he was my god, and his godly virility was at full display before me, so nonchalant, with him removing Giancarla off his prick, then reinserting her on it through her cunt, filling her with jizz until her cunt lip exploded with his overflowing seed, that burning magma filling her womb up like a balloon.
“You fucking, tight-pussy maaaare!!” He whined and grunted and literally kicked the ground, destroying a huge chunk of it. His long, gorgeous tail went completely stiff as he orgasmed incredibly hard, shooting his load inside her with dangerous abandon: masses and masses and masses of the world’s thickest jizz hit her womb just as hard as his penis was when thrusting inside her, making her puke more masses of his jizz out from her stomach.
There was a fascinating kind of purity on my horse’s grim as he lowered his face and watched his own cock unload those gigantic wads of sperm on such a fresh, willing womb womb, seeing her belly grow bigger, harder, and more bloated as the ungodly waves of his seed couldn’t burst from her cunt as fast as she was shooting them inside. It was the primal satisfaction of an Alpha breeder who knew that no other male on Earth could ever come close to matching him, let alone topping him! His mountain-sized loads of jizz were the undying proof of his virile superiority, his unchallenged nature as the top breeder in all of evolution, the undeniable testament to his standing as the pinnacle of creation and the primordial pillar of all life in the Universe—and what’s scary is that, as I would quickly find out, the guy hadn’t actually even begun to truly fuck! “Oh.” He looked at me, the calm in his voice making the savagery of his sex even more arousing. “No, baby, no. This… this is just the end of my warmup.”
“Fuck me, you arrogant… beast!” I replied, insulted by how little I intimidated that giant. Everything he did and said, however, displayed how much superior he was to me in every way imaginable: his confidence was straight from the heavens; his body, straight from hell! He was the combination of the best worlds in one massive, giant organism that oozed sex and virility, and my body couldn’t stop worshiping it with quivers and squeals and orgasmic yelps as he laid me to the middle of a plain, dozens of yards away from the mansion, and carefully laid me on the ground, having me stand before his body as I looked up and felt dwarfed by his magnificent being.
The moon shone brightly that night. The monster caressed my cheek like I was his little child and smiled, surely seeing me like a small plaything in his hands. “On your knees.” My body immediately obeyed: *booom!* There was a quick, small trembling of the earth as my body fell before that beast’s aroused genitalia, whose sight alone was enough to trigger the most powerful and explosive orgasms within me. “Fuck!!” I blurted out. “Holy, fuck!!”
There it was: the fully aroused cock of that horse-stud, with his two massive balls dangling like the powerful beasts of sex they were. That abundance of hard meat was maybe too much for my body to take; orgasms quickly and powerful took over me, with my tits hosing his legs with generous loads of milk and my cunt creaming the soil so hard a large puddle was formed within seconds. “Fuck me!! My eyes are fucking burning by just seeing your… aahh!… cock!!” My body fell lowed on the ground and my forehead almost touched the soil at some points due tot the strength of electrical waves that coursed though me.
“I know.” The beast grabbed his cock with one hand. “You’re having this baby inside you now. Lift up your head and look at me, baby. I’m gonna fuck your throat and nut directly inside your stomach.” Those words alone were enough to extract more pints from my cooch. I was whimpering and panting as I raised my head and looked at his body, captured again by his gargantuan, almighty cock. «Fuck!!» My head was swirling. «This fucking beast is… is…!!»
I recollected the number he had said earlier: forty-inches long! His erect pussy-beater was forty-fucking-inches long! The number alone triggered more orgasms in my cunt, and the splashing noises between my legs were, for a while, the only noises hear in that calm night.
I raised my hands to the powerful genitalia and squeezed its mast, feeling the absolute power that coursed through the many, engorged veins of its 40-inch-length. “Daddy…!!” I came again as I realized my fingers didn’t’ even get close to touching on the other side. That monster was probably five inches wide –more width than many men had in girth! “Fuck!!” I was creaming myself hard, feeling all the ooze flow down from the cock into my hands from the blowjob I had given in it earlier. I jerked and pumped that beast instinctively, as if there was no other appropriate reaction to give when touching it, but my hands eventually realized anything I could do was useless: there was no way I could give that beast any pleasure! He was a god! I… only a mere human! “Fuck!” My hands slid down from the mast into the… god-forsaken balls!… of that massive bull!! “Holy shit!!” They were bigger! I don’t know how, but they had managed to grow bigger during just that very brief walk! They were so huge and heavy a single one of them completely dwarfed my hand. I tried to cup one of them with both my palms, and still they felt gigantic. I tried to lift them, by the power of my thick arms was did nothing to even make those bastards bulge. “Fucking shit! They’re throbbing!”
Satan was 15ft-tall and over 15,000 pounds of weight in pure muscles. Thanks to his divine nature, there was not one gram of fat in his body, making his skin so thin that it felt just like a red-colored coating to his muscles. Every fiber could be seen, and every ripple from his body could be felt as the demon simply breathed and exhaled testosterone through every pore.
As massive as he was, his penis still managed to be almost disproportionally large, smacking against his pecs with enough strength to make the demon growl with discomfort. Lumina stared at that monster prick and despaired, cramming both her hands in her cunt and fingering herself to keep the gushes of lubes as powerful as ever.
The demon’s obscene member was forty-inches long and nine inches wide. Satan literally had a cock thicker than a bodybuilder’s tights. When he penetrated a woman fully, her body was rearranged forever by his prick, and only his prick; no other creature –angel or demon—would satisfy her like Satan could.
The prick was not only large, but lively! Lumina’s eyes teared up as she gazed upon the life-giving tool of that demon. His breeding power was obvious in the abundant energy that flowed through his prick.
Veins! Veins! More veins than could be counted sprawling over that cock like thick thumbs, making the blood flow visible even at great distances. The beast throbbed and grew slightly whenever it felt fresh meat before it –and the meat of an angel, oh, it was always the most delicious delicacy.
“Come here.” Lumina’s body was then seized by another irresistible power. «No!» She despaired, yet she had no chance to fight back as her limbs crawled to Satan and her wings flapped on their own. Little by little, orgasming all her way through, the angel stopped before the portal, her face just a feel inches from the scorching balls of that monstrous bull.
“Touch my testicles.” He commanded, and Lumina came harder and messier just by beholding the two incredible orbs the titan had for testicles. Her screams abounded until Satan could feel them pricking his skin –not that this was remotely a nuisance to him, of course.
Lumina saw those two massive balls perfectly delineated in the monster’s sack. She could see and hear the stream of jizz on those powerful milk-makers, which always remained hard and perfectly-drawn under the sack’s skin.
Contrary to other super-potent males, Satan’s balls always remained rigid, turgid, ready to batter a woman and crack a wall with their steel-like hardness. One could have the terribly wrong impression that the God of Sex was never filled with spunk, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth; the reality was that Satan was so almighty and potent that He produced just as much spunk as He came, making it unnecessary for the demon to ever store jizz in his balls. Satan had balls as big as two human heads. Lumina beheld those beautiful life-giving seed-makers as Lucifer looked down at her and admired her luscious white body. The Prince of Hell simply buckled his hips and made his monster balls throb in front of the angel, prompting her to reach out to them and… touch her!
That priest, however, ticked all the right boxes. On usual circumstances, oh, she made her tongue slip, her mouth water, and her cunt drool. The beast was 8’5ft-tall –taller than many angels—and weighed over 1,000 pounds of muscle in his near-zero-fat body. She squirted all over the clouds just thinking about him, her pristine, diamond-like juices showering her surroundings as she saw his muscles bulging, his arms swinging, his powerful glutes flexing, his thighs hardening as he power fucked that woman.
The mere thought of that beast fucking was enough to draw hot breaths and loud whimpers from her. That bulging bull, brimming with virility, sprinkling his sweat all over his cathedral as he tore the habits of his sisters and fucked them senseless until the chair and tables and stone walls cracked under his relentless thrusting, was more powerful than several hundred stallions in his gentlest of fucks; in his hardest, oh, he couldn’t be compared to any animal (or herd of animals) neither on Earth nor on Heaven or Hell.
When he was fucking with his full might, he stood on a league of his own. The monster literally drilled his lover through a wall and into a large arena, which he proceeded to crack and destroy with his relentless pounding. Lumina saw him pin his woman’s body on the ground and plow through her so fast that his waist disappeared in the air. The name of this lucky woman was Vanessa, and she too was one of the most powerful beings on Earth –powerful enough to fuck her way through hundreds of men without dropping a sweat, but not nearly powerful enough to even come close to matching her lover in intensity, virility, and sexual might. Her massive, muscular body was being reduced to pudding under that man’s bestial thrusts, which made Lumina seize under murderous orgasms as her tits stiffened and the milk literally boiled inside of them.
She felt steam come through her nipples. She was about to burst at any moment, she could feel it! «Fuck!! What is wrong with that man?!»
The priest, you see, though usually a massive, virile being, was growing beyond anything even her nastiest, most sordid dreams could concoct. In his ‘normal’ state, the man was 8’5ft-tall and 1,000 pounds heavy, which was some consolation to her, who stood at 9’5ft-tall and weighed over 400 pounds in breasts, ass, thighs, and some gentle, slightly-fit muscles.
As he fucked that woman, however, the priest went from the largest man on Earth to a veritable beast of muscles, more endowed than at least three breeding bulls. His height quickly ballooned to 10-feet, and his 1,000 pounds of muscles swelled to 3,500 pounds and counting, muscles growing atop of muscles while the beast plowed through Vanessa with enough strength to split the entire, massive arena from wall to wall.
Several cracks grew around the woman’s waist as the priest pounded her with animalistic abandon, and the floor sunk under their hips as the pressure and the speed of his thrusts only became more mortal by the minute.
Lumina couldn’t contain the massive waves of orgasms that rocket through her body –so much pleasure that her massive, JJ-cup tits shrunk and squirted fountains of milk into the clouds. “Aaaaah…!!!” The goddess stuck her tongue out and screamed for what felt like an eternity. It was too much for her naive, heavenly mind to understand! The waves…! “Fuck!!” The waves of pleasure burst from her waist all the way up to her breasts, making the muscles of her chest flex so brutally the gallons of milk were almost exploded out through her nipples like volcanic bursts –and all of that simply by watching the sheer virility with which Gaston fucked his bitch senseless.
He was. Standing at over 8.5ft-tall, the priest had over a thousand pounds of pure muscle in his body. A hundred and fifty of these pounds were just for his genitalia, which Vanessa worshiped like the altar of masculinity they were.
Each of the man’s balls, when dry, weighted forty pounds. Vanessa held them both with her hands as she serviced her tongue with his incredible abs –a 12-pack fortress of muscles which was becoming a 14-pack one thanks to all the exercise of that fucking.
She lifted those massive balls and made them bounce, but the jizz in them was so thick (like cement!) that the giant monsters, the proud milk-makers barely moved. Her biceps engorged and hardened, covered with veins as she tried moving those incredible jizz-tanks. Playfully, she lifted one of them, then dropped it as she lifted the other, alternating the motions and feeling her biceps grow and harden accordingly.
It’s almost like gym!” She giggled, and her priest giggled too, fondling her hair as she slobbered all over his daunting cock.
“Come on, Vanessa. Our women are waiting.”
“Let them bitches wait.” She barked in an almost possessive manner. “They don’t hold a candle to me! I get privileges, my bull, for no one can stand you just as well and hard as my pussy can! God!!” She lost herself when running the tip of her tongue along one of those cock’s gigantic veins. “My god!! I can feel the blood pumping all over your vessel! My fucking god, you’re such as stud! Just the blood in this vein is enough to power a horse!”
He fondled her more vigorously.
“Do you like my power?”
She looked up and smiled.
“I loved it!” She squeezed his balls, feeling her fingers sink and almost disappear in the massively engorged ballsack, the jizz-ridden container enveloping her hands as she touched the core of his milk-makers surrounded by all those gallons of hyper-concentrated male seed.
To know that she held in her hands enough power to fecundate the entire world; enough seed to literally knock up all beautiful women on the planet three times over…! That was enough to make her cream herself again!
“AAHH…!!” Vanessa dropped to her knees, almost with her forehead on the ground, as she looked up with tears in her eyes and came again, squirting long, powerful jets through her cunt as she saw that massive horse-like man standing so imposingly, so calmly and royally next to her.
“Enough games, my pretty mare.” He snapped. “On. All. Fours.”
Vanessa twitched her lips, realizing she was just a support to the man’s feet as he fucked the pyramid of women lined in front of him. She knelt on all fours in front of him and waited for the massive pressure of his size on her back, her massive body readying itself for the tremendous weight.
«God! It’s almost like I’ll hold a whole elephant on my back!» She joined her hands and silently prayed. «Oh, please, Jesus… I know I profaned your name so much today, but… please, please, Lord, don’t let this monster break me!» She imagined the giant’s cock relentlessly pounding her guts into a liquefied state again and smiled. «I mean… not break me this way.»
The monster looked to the dripping, squirting pussies in front of him and cracked the bones of his fingers. Fifteen ripe cunts awaited for proper pounding from his horse cock, with the subsequent unloading of all his gallons of potent seed in their wombs.
All other women he fucked up had jizz pouring out of their cunts and mouths; most of them, even their noses and eyes. It was just expected from the man to fertilize them all. The church had a tremendous problem covering up all the births he delivered to his nuns; in a whole institution of about four hundred sexy women, about a hundred was always let “un-fucked” so that they could run all the errands and paperwork to hide the inconvenient pregnancies.
It was a scheme that required tremendous amounts of planning and coordination… for which a surprise orgy like that wasn’t included. «Oh, well.» He thought, stretching his arms and making his massive muscles rumble like growls of a lion. «They will find a way. My job is to just think about and do one think, and one thing only.» His faced gained a slightly demonic grim. «To fuck.»
To fuck. To pound. To wreck. He grabbed one ass in front of him, of one of the women in the middle row of the pyramid. The poor creature whimpered and her cunt expelled sweet love juices in his face. He looked to the top of the pyramid and smiled.