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_Time for another chapter. In Hell, a new order is being crafted and the rebuilding process has begun. And Killer can finally spend some time solving some long-standing... situations within the family. _

_As always, i hope you'll enjoy the ride. Comments are always more than welcome. _

The love of a father is infinite. Killer's adoration of his daughters is no exception... and his daughters love him just as deeply. He is not just a father; he is the lover of...

Chapter 82 - Mothers and Daughters

Ira had walked into the room, slammed the door shut behind her and closed her eyes with a sigh, before undoing the golden chains and clasps that held up the long train of crimson silk. Then she undid the triple leather and gold belt, letting the silk loincloth and the transparent veils that caressed her perfect, powerful legs fall away, and then she reached behind her back and shamelessly undid the clasps of the rich, god-embroidered veils of crimson that criss-crossed over her prodigious breasts. Within a few moments and a few steps she was naked and glorious in her beauty and in the imposing mass of her musculature, and she pointed a finger at Killer, growling: "You. Me. Sex. I want to be fucked until I don't hear my thoughts anymore." She paused, then turned to the side and glared at Vesta as the queen of Seraphims happily stood up from one of the immense sofas arranged in the huge den. "Not you, not now."

Vesta had fallen back in the sofa with a grumble, sulking, while Killer had stood up with a smirk of amusement and had easily picked Ira up in his arms, carrying her into her private quarters. For the next several hours he had pounded her, savagely and brutally at times, sweetly and delicately in other moments, obliging to each and every one of her requests and fulfilling all of her wishes, while the walls of the Spire rattled and large pieces of plaster fell down together with little clouds of dust. She had bucked her hips back against him for all that time, ravenous and insatiable, her eyes glowing a brilliant emerald while she urged him to fuck her even harder and faster, even when her heavy bed of marble and gold had cracked into pieces and had loudly collapsed onto the floor, the huge male's claws tearing deep gauges in the hard stone like it was nothing but wet sand while his enormous, bloodied cock slammed in and out of her clenching passage, slamming her hard into the wall with each thrust. By the end of it, her room was completely wrecked, and thick splatters of his potent cum and of her hot juices seemed to cover everything, from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. Ira blissfully collapsed in what remained of her bed, her legs spasming uncontrollably and her loins burning, her poor passage stretched and torn and clenching weakly around his tremendous girth, and she had been content with just laying there while Killer covered her one last time, his powerful arms walling her in from either side as he slowly but powerfully fucked her one last time before easily repairing and cleaning the room. Without pulling out, with his cock still hard and powerful, still buried deep within her, he had hugged her tightly to his chest and they had slept together for a few hours... before resuming from where they had stopped, the huge male standing up from the bed and gripping into her muscular thighs to slam her up and down his colossal black shaft, slamming her back against the wall.

When they had finally walked out of her room, she was tired and sore, but happy, her mind finally at ease after a long and frustrating day as the queen of Hell, tasked with the complex enterprise of rebuilding the Underworld almost from scratch, cancelling millennia of Satan's actions in order to restore the original scheme of punishment and atonement that Lord God had conceived.

She had ignored the rich veils of silk and gold of her imperial dress, instead pulling up a couple of form-fitting jeans, tattered in several places and tight over her powerful thighs, and a simple tank top that struggled to contain her spectacular breasts, and she had gone straight towards the balcony, leaning onto the marble parapet and looking out over Hell. Over her reign.

Killer had followed her outside, and after a few long moments of silence she had sighed, and then she had finally opened up, calmly wondering: "I really don't know what I want more: to thank you for the honor of being High Queen, or to punch you in the face for dropping this hot potato in my hands."

Killer had rubbed at his bicep in embarrassment, because he knew well, and always had known, just how much unpleasantness was associated with such a delicate position. "I need someone I can trust completely. Someone who has the strength and wisdom to keep this reconstruction project on track; someone strong enough to keep the demon lords cowed and obedient; and possibly someone that Hell will accept as one of its own. You are perfect for the role, Ira. I know that with you at the helm, the Underworld is on the right path."

"I've been queen for two days, and I already want to run away and just find someone to beat into mush. The political game, even streamlined as I'm forcing it to be, is an endless succession of discussions, compromises, objections, further compromises, rethinks and fake smiles. I hate this crap." Ira grumbled, but she nonetheless smiled at him and walked closer, leaning against his side and resting her head on his shoulder. "Of course I had to give up my Seraphim armor. I don't like abandoning it, but I can't rule Hell dressing like an angel... I don't dislike the imperial dress per se, but... you know. Alexis is the one who looks spectacular in veils and drapes. I've spent my life wearing my armor, leathers or jeans and shirts..."

"You do look spectacular in your queen's dress, Ira." Killer gently corrected, but the cobra snorted and waved a hand dismissively. Her eyes, though, betrayed a little glint of pleasure at his comment, however.

"The Lords have insisted that I should have a royal guard escorting me everywhere, even when I move from room to room here in the Spire. I reminded them that it is quite ridiculous to surround me with Gigataurs "for my security" when I could actually turn those bulls into my bedside rugs without even flicking a finger, but they kept bringing the issue up. The moment I accepted to have a couple of guards, they said that tradition and fairness require that every clan is represented in equal numbers... In the end, I had to accept to shut them up and move on to more serious matters. I took a single knight from every clan, and now I have this band of bulls in armor following me everywhere."

"Well, they did not follow you in here." Killer tentatively observed, but she snorted and immediately corrected: "They tried, but I slammed the door shut on their faces. You'll find them in the corridor. At least I've given them something to listen to."

"Oh, you are evil." Killer amusedly commented, thinking of the faces the bulls must have made while the walls trembled and cracked and the queen's voice came in screams and loud groans. She smirked at that, and gave a little nod of agreement, playfully adding: "And you like me because of it."

He gave a nod at that, then leaned over the parapet as her face darkened somewhat, a serious expression on her features as she explained: "There truly is a lot of work to be done. The more we look into things, the more problems emerge... We've had to deal with the status of Insatiables and Amazons, first of all, since under Satan both groups officially didn't exist, and if they existed it was only as enemies to be destroyed. Several demon lords remain hostile to the Amazons, because Boadicea gave their armies some very severe beatings when they were still fighting for Satan. Obviously, with Boadicea sitting to my right, they haven't dared uttering a single harsh word about the Amazons, but they have... very politely but very firmly attempted to secure from me severe limitations to the status and rank of Amazons in the long term."

"And...?" Killer curiously asked, and the cobra shrugged a bit and snorted in entertainment before easily replying: "I rejected all of their motions on the matter. Boadicea and the others consider themselves demons, and are proud of being a part of Hell, so I have granted them the status of Clan. The Lords so kindly made sure to tell me all about how this it is the very first new noble demonic bloodline to be added to the Register Daemonium in... a ridiculous number of millennia. They clearly aren't happy about it, but they know better than to challenge me. Moreover, they are still terrified by your... show. It'll be millennia, probably Eons, before anyone builds up enough foolish self-confidence to try and put together any meaningful conspiracy against the throne. The memory of your display of strength will last a long time."

"And we'll make sure to give them refresher courses whenever there will be a reason to do so." Killer observed, smiling slightly and nodding in approval.

"The Insatiables scare the crap out of the demon lords. All the Clans are worried, and all have tried to convince me that their number must be curtailed. Some said that they should all be destroyed... of course, I immediately shot down that suggestion. But the Clans are pushing hard to obtain from me the permission to lock them away into a number of Reserves, permanently guarded by armed troops." Ira continued, and Killer made a grimace at the thought. The Insatiables were a whole new kind of demon of Lust, and they had appeared because of him. Most of the people he had raped as a mortal had ended up in Hell, insane with lust and need, and they had formed a horde that he had immensely expanded later on, when he had entered Hell for the first time.

Within a few millennia, a very short time for Hell's standards, the Insatiables had become by far the most numerous species of demon, and when Killer had formed them into Legions, trained and armed them and given them a mission, they had become the most formidable fighting force in the whole Underworld. The ancient Clans, and indeed the whole other species of demon feared that, with their endless hunger and with Killer's limitless virility, the Insatiables would soon grow too numerous and too powerful to be controlled. Most Lords were convinced that the Insatiables would soon be the only race left in Hell.

Their fear was actually very rational: the growth in the number of Insatiables had been terrifyingly quick, since Killer had demonstrated he could easily fuck demons of other races until they changed, becoming ravenous creatures of Lust. Moreover, the Insatiables were exceptional mothers: extremely fertile, could carry enormous litters in their wombs and could accelerate dramatically their pregnancies, so to deliver multiple litters over in the space of a few months. With Killer's own obscene, excessive, astounding virility filling them up, the Insatiables could literally decuple in a matter of days... and they had, in several occasions during the war against Satan. Killer had used the wombs of his Insatiables to expand his legions to match and ultimately exceed the numbers of Satan's regiments of clones.

The Insatiables all carried part of Killer's genetic code in them, so even the weakest member of the horde could easily take on a Gigataur and break him with her bare hands. Fueled by never ending hunger and lust, the Insatiables were infamous for assaulting villages and towns, raping the males they found on their path. As their name suggested, the Insatiables were truly insatiable: their hunger, mixed with their strength, meant that they fucked their victims to destruction. They drained not just seed but the vital energy of males through sex, and could easily turn a Gigataur, or even an Incubus or higher incarnations of Lust into lifeless husks. Satan had tried to exterminate the original horde of Insatiables, the one composed by those uncontrollable, lust-crazed souls that came from Killer's rapes on the mortal plane in his youth, but he had failed. He had barely been able to contain the horde and keep it away from major towns and fortresses. Killer, once in Hell, had expanded the horde by a factor of more than one million, swarming the whole Underworld with those dangerous creatures. They had served him as his soldiers, but now that Hell was faced with a difficult normalization process, they terrified the other beings.

"I have created them, and they are my responsibility. Tell the Lords that I will make sure to keep the Insatiables on a tight leash." Killer quietly said, crossing his arms on the parapet and leaning onto them while his eyes looked up at the stars through the dome-like sky. Ira smiled softly, following his gaze and then searching Heaven in the sky, easily identifying the planet, which shined brightly above them.

"I told them as much. Obviously, that shut them up immediately, but it is a silence born purely out of fear: the fact that the Insatiables are utterly loyal to you and always ready to take your seed is what scares them the most in the very first place."

"I can imagine. From their point of view it certainly must be pretty scary." Killer admitted, and after a moment he sighed and added: "Remind them that I can control my fertility... and indeed, that of the Insatiables as well. I will make sure to drastically reduce the number of pregnancies."

"That will help, but I'm sure they'll still grumble about it." Ira calmly replied, before smiling as Killer huffed and tapped his fingers on the parapet, reminded once more of how complex it was to try and be fair to everyone, and indeed to ease everyone's fears. "Tell them that the most insatiable creature they have to deal with is me, and that if I did not have legions of Insatiables to fuck into the ground I'd be using their wives and daughters... a lot more often that I do right now."

"Now THAT will shut them up." Ira playfully commented, grinning in entertainment, before going back to serious as she took a few moments to think. Finally, she quietly said: "I will take some of the Insatiables out of the Legions to use them as Inquisitors, I think... their strength and their... special abilities... make them perfect for the job. They will punish the sinners of Lust, such as rapists. Nobody could do it better than them."

"The herms are perfect for the job." Killer agreed, grinning a little at the thought of how those muscular she-bulls, stronger than a team of Gigataurs and armed with massive horse-cocks that put the demonic bulls to shame, would terrorize and punish the sinners. Relatively few Insatiables were hermaphroditic in shape, but the few that were had ten times the power of the females, and ten times the hunger. Killer had created them in a moment of particularly dark arousal, and he had watched the herms in action many times since then. They had become the bulldozers of the Legions, the heavy hitters... and eventually he had put them in service as commanders and officers within the divisions. Among their many merits was that of making the Legions self-regenerative: the herms were incredibly powerful studs that filled up some of their soldiers to make up for any combat loss.

"That's what I'm thinking, yeah." Ira agreeably replied, giving a little nod before dropping her head forwards with a tired sigh. "Forming a new corps of Inquisitors is proving to be a very complicated thing. Even with a big influx of Insatiables, I'll have to go through the selection process for... ugh. I don't even know how much it is going to take."

Hell had a massive shortage of Inquisitors as a result of Satan's "reforms". When Hell had stopped torturing the souls of sinners to lead them to understanding and atonement, the need for actual Inquisitors had diminished, superseded by the need for merciless, sadistic butchers. The original Inquisitors were torturers with a great deal of training under their belts: they were not sadistic monsters, but professionals who used torture to inflict lessons and lead to atonement. When Elelyon was still sitting in his throne in Heaven, damned souls used to be imprisoned in "infernal areas" of the various Circles of Hell. Each area was designed to punish a particular sin: the Dashrur necropolis was the prison of the heretics, for example. The river Cocytus, frozen solid, was the prison for the traitors and the adulterous. The envious were imprisoned in the forest of mirrors that Killer feared and hated so much. Every day, the damned were dragged out of those prisons and brought in the torture chambers of one or more Inquisitors, who scientifically inflicted specific tortures to punish specific sins. After a period of imprisonment and regular torture at the hands of the Inquisitors, a damned soul normally managed to expiate its sins and gain access, if not to Heaven itself, at least to a quiet life in pacific villages in the Circle of Hell that most represented them.

Under Satan, the very purpose of Hell had been progressively warped and corrupted. The number of damned souls gaining access to Heaven plummeted, and once Elelyon vanished from the scene the flow of souls dried up completely. In fact, Hell even began to steal righteous souls who deserved to go to Heaven, dragging them down towards a long period of torture instead.

The measured, professional Inquisitors were no longer requested, and Satan ended up killing them if they resisted to his orders, or using them as warriors in the war against Heaven. Their place was taken by true butchers, sadistic monsters who applied brutal torture meant to reinforce the presence of Sin within a soul, rather than to eradicate it. Under Satan, the Inquisitors had worked to nourish sin and turn souls, even righteous ones, into demonic beasts fit for war.

"Is none of the surviving Inquisitors fit for the job...?" Killer quietly asked, and Ira made a grimace, shaking her head slowly.

"I've had to sentence all of Satan's butchers to appropriate punishment for the monstrosities they have committed. You've seen some of their handiwork, and I can assure you that I've discovered even worse abominations in the "curriculum" of some of the others.

Very, very few of the "true" Inquisitors survived Satan's purge and the war. Lucifer helped me locate a handful, and I've offered them the chance to return to work and restore the old ways, but several of them politely but definitively refused. What Satan did to them left deep scars, and they now wish only to be forgotten and left to live in peace. And I cannot blame them for it." Ira explained, before walking towards one of the comfortable cushioned deckchairs arranged in rows along the balcony. She sat down in one, and Killer followed her, pushing another deckchair in so they could have a bit more space. He relaxed down at her side, and she rested an arm over his powerful abs before continuing: "The few ones who accepted to return will be invaluable in training the new generation of Inquisitors, and I'm thankful to Lucifer for his help, because without it, I'd be in a far worse situation. I need to find many more suitable candidates, and it is proving very complex."

"Can't the lords help you in finding suitable people...?" Killer asked, and Ira snorted in bitter entertainment, flatly explaining: "They are very, very eager to "help" me. That is a big part of the problem, actually: each clan wants to fill the ranks of the Inquisitors with its exponents, and they are presenting me with endless lists of candidates. Most of them cringeworthy."

Killer made a grimace at that, and nodded in silent and embarrassed acceptance of her words. She sighed again, tiredly, but then turned her head to the side and gave him a soft, affectionate smile while gently stroking her hand up along his mighty abs. "It is much the same thing with the Scholars and Scribes. It will be very complex to find anyone suitable for the role... and they will take Eons to catch up to all the knowledge and experience that the old guard had built up. The Scholars and Scribes had been in charge since the very beginning of Hell... replacing them is not going to be a quick affair."

"I know, but the old Scholars and Scribes were completely corrupted. Satan had warped them and completely enslaved them to his will... they had to be destroyed." Killer quietly reminded, and Ira nodded, closing her eyes in acknowledgement.

"That's true. You did what was necessary, that's unquestionable. It is a problem, but we'll deal with it. Until I have a new circle of Scholars and Scribes, I'll control Heaven's magic myself. Thankfully, you gave me all the power needed and more... and in case of need, I can count on your help."

"Always." Killer promised, smiling at her with love and then leaning closer, hugging her to his chest and kissing her lips. "I'm sorry, Ira. I know I've loaded you with a huge burden... But I did so because I know your shoulders are strong, and your mind and resolve even stronger. Nobody could do this better than you."

The cobra smiled softly at that, then rolled her eyes a bit and sighed, snorting: "Adulation won't ease the burden... but it does make it all much sweeter, I will admit." She smiled, and moved closer to him on the deckchairs, before pulling her top up to reveal her bare, prodigious breasts, playing with one large, black-fleshed nipple as her eyes glowed emerald, searching his own with a teasing glint. "And as long as I can count on your help for... working the stress out of my system..."

He grinned at that, and he gently but greedily seized her monumental swells, squeezing hungrily on the huge boobs and growling as he leaned down to tease her nipple with his thick tongue. He suckled on her huge breast, slurping over the large black areola, and she lovingly ruffled his mane as he did so, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and pulling her up as he dragged his tongue over the great swell and buried his face in her cleavage, kissing and licking and suckling. His hand worked lovingly down the powerful, chiseled profile of her abs and finally reached the fly of her jeans, rapidly working it open. She panted lightly in anticipation, pulling on the long bangs of his mane until he looked up, and she wrapped her lips over his, kissing him hungrily, urgently, until his large tongue began to fight hers, pinning it down and eliciting a long, soft, drawn-out groan from her. She seized the waistband of her jeans and wrestled them down her muscular thighs, exposing her bruised, battered groin and the black fleshed passage that still gaped obscenely wide from the earlier poundings, her fingers sliding up her inner thighs and scooping up handfuls of thick, potent cum full of gigantic sperms that she struggled to restrain as she pushed all that virile treasure back inside her body. Their kiss slowly broke and he pulled back with a smirk, watching as she greedily played with his seed, before she dragged her cum-drenched fingers down her face and neck and breasts and abs, drawing swirling symbols with the dense, rich batter. "Maybe I should chair the next council like this...I bet the sight and the scent of your cum all over me would make the lords a lot more... reasonable."

"Probably... but really, you only need to flex an arm, without a word, when they displease you. That should send them packing." Killer amusedly replied, before the goddess smiled and closed her eyes with a little sigh of bliss as he resumed licking and suckling at her large nipple. She silently cast a cleansing spell on herself, and the thick semen vanished just as she gently but firmly gripped into his shoulder, pushing him back down her abs. "I don't want you having to taste yourself all over me, but... I'd really love to feel that tongue of yours reminding me what paradise is like." The queen teased, and the huge male gave a low growl of approval even as he slowly worked his way down her abs, blessing them with little, tender kisses. Finally, he lifted her a bit off the deckchair as she spread her long, powerful legs for him, and he dragged his large, demonic tongue over the battered, gaping labia of her sex. It lasted for a few long moments as his long, serpentine tongue dragged and dragged and dragged, sliding slowly over the large gape, still sore and sensitive, and Ira shivered and kicked lightly at the air, clawing into the chair as she let out a grunt of bliss, which rose into a little cry as the forked end finally flicked over her clit and slurped off, leaving behind warm drool all over her passage. He clicked his lips, savoring her taste, and their eyes sparkled as they traded a grin, the huge male passing her legs over his shoulders and washing her gaping passage down with his hot breath. "I always love helping you de-stress... what about a good movie night? It's been ages since we have been able to lay back and enjoy a silly evening all together."

"There's a formal dinner and then another council scheduled for the evening..." Ira began to lament, but Killer leaned down and slurped over her sex, suckling on her labia, and she hissed blissfully before saying: "But I'm sure the lords won't complain if I order it all cancelled and rescheduled."

"I'm sure they won't." Killer agreeably said, barely pulling back from her folds that were already rewarding him with their hot, delicious juice.

"A movie night...? Lovely! I'll go grab the junk food!" Vesta cheerfully exclaimed, and Ira and Killer looked up in surprise, finding the queen of Seraphims standing nearby, naked and sweaty, leaning against one of the columns. Her legs were trembling visibly and thick cum streaked down them, and they immediately got the explanation of why as Alexis silently pulled up behind the angel and strangled her in a full nelson, while pushing her monstrously massive and still fully hard cock between her legs. It pushed more than five feet out in front of Vesta and as it throbbed with hunger and power it effortlessly hefted the goddess off the ground. Vesta clawed uselessly at Alexis's arm, gaping breathlessly, but at the same time she squeezed the gigantic cock between her thighs and pulled her legs up so she could grind her soaked, gaping, ruined folds up and down the goliath cock.

"I'm not done with you, bitch..." Alexis teased, nibbling at Vesta's ear, and the queen of Seraphims gulped but immediately slid her hot center down over the medial ring of the gigantic cock, gripping into its sides with both hands and pumping it eagerly, until a colossal blast of precum erupted across the balcony and fired out far past the parapet before beginning to fall down towards the ground, miles below.

Alexis licked up Vesta's cheek, then walked out on the balcony, effortlessly carrying the other goddess on her cock, the steel-hard shaft unfazed by the weight even as Vesta's toes floated a few inches off the ground. Alexis winked to Killer and smiled to Ira before slapping Vesta's firm buttock hard enough to bruise it and make it giggle, announcing: "This little slut couldn't help herself when you were working in the other room to see if you could make the Spire fall apart. And, truth be told, all that noise put me in the mood too."

"Understandable." Ira amusedly agreed, giving a little nod and watching as Vesta whimpered and mewled lightly, teasing Alexis, begging for more with the soft, eager movements of her body. "She is a greedy little thing, isn't she...?"

"She is." Alexis agreed, roughly letting go of Vesta's neck but immediately gripping her by the huge, firm breasts instead, squeezing hard into them and playing idly with her nipples.

"You can't put me in the same room with the two biggest and strongest and most beautiful cocks in the universe and expect that nothing will happen!" Vesta protested, and Alexis and Killer traded matching smirks before the femme fatale asked: "Are we a bother? I can carry this whore somewhere else."

"I'd love to see and hear her squirm, actually." Ira cheerfully replied, and that was all what Alexis wanted. She advanced to the marble parapet and pushed Vesta onto it, roughly bending her over. She gripped her long blonde hair in one hand, near the skull, and forced her to look down at the abyss, while with the other hand she slapped her goliath black shaft upon her buttocks and on her back, making her grunt at the weight and immensity of it, before pulling back to grind her veiny shaft over the already stretched-out sex, sending a torrent of cum cascading out of her.

"Split-roast...?" Alexis teasingly asked, and Killer licked his lips, replying easily: "in a moment. I have a juicy fruit to suck dry first. But after that... sure."

"Oh, fuck..." Vesta whimpered, but her eyes burned with lust and want and need, her legs spread wide as she pushed up on the tip of her toes to flex and bounce her shapely ass against the mammoth cock. Her juices dribbled out over the gargantuan shaft, and Alexis all but cupped one hand under the cascade, filling her hand with the pearly fluids before smearing them on the top few feet of her titanic member, before roughly seizing the base of Vesta's tail, yanking on it hard enough to heft her feet off the ground. "Oh, FUCK...!" Vesta happily squeaked, a shiver running down her spine as Alexis guided her immense cock against her little, tight asshole. The herm goddess ground the fat, massive cockhead over the little hole, spreading juices and precum all over it, and then she unceremoniously spat on it to add her slick saliva, before she grabbed one hip and smashed her hips forwards with the invincible force of her muscular legs.

"Fuckin' hell!" Vesta howled, and probably the whole Underworld heard her voice, and for sure they heard Alexis's roar as the thick, huge cockhead tore the muscular ring apart and bulldozed its way inside, stretching the tiny passage monstrously wide, blood spraying out and dripping onto the marble. "Buck, you little angel!" Alexis growled, yanking hard back on Vesta's hair so that she could glare down in her eyes as she slammed forwards again, burying four feet of mammoth cock inside her in a single, savage thrust. Vesta did her best to obey, her fingers digging into the marble parapet and cracking it like a biscuit, her muscles bulging with power as she bucked hard back against Alexis even while her feet lolled uselessly off the ground, and the femme fatale rammed forwards again, grinning and throwing her head back as she buried her cock in until her enormous medial ring slammed into Vesta's buttocks, bouncing her whole body forwards with such force that a section of the marble parapet broke and lurched nosily forwards, threatening to fall off the edge.

"Make that bitch work her ass off...!" Ira teased, grinning widely as she needingly played with Killer's mane, tugging gently on his head to keep him working on her needy sex, his tongue rolling over her folds before pushing inside, making her groan in delight. "I've had to sit through an endless succession of nonsense discussions in the last two days. I deserve the sex... but that slut did nothing." It wasn't quite true, of course, as Vesta, despite the way she acted all the time, was many things but certainly not lazy. That, however, obviously wasn't the point as Ira laughed a bit and urged Alexis on, filling her eyes with the glorious sight of the empress leaning over Vesta, muscles bulging with power, hands gripping the parapet near Vesta's own... but when Alexis's fingers squeezed, the solid stone became dust as the goddess closed his eyes with an expression of deep pleasure contorting her features in a half-grin, half-snarl of animal lust. Vesta was tall, godlike, huge and muscular but she suddenly looked small and helpless as Alexis completely covered her, as she kept her aloft with her goliath black shaft, and the cobra couldn't help but shudder in a mix of awe and delight when Alexis rocked her hips forwards again to pulverize her passage further with her huge girth, ripping her anus apart as she rotated her hips again, screwing her immense length into her and making her shriek again as a bit more of her gigantic member sunk into her depths, tearing and stretching her as the long muscle penetrated deeper and deeper. The medial ring was fat and enormous, and it was terrifying to think it could break inside... and at the same time it was arousing like hell because Ira knew, without a doubt, that Alexis wasn't done pushing.

"Oh, I'll make her work plenty hard... I'm barely getting started." Alexis easily teased, angling Vesta, crushing her head down and forcing her legs to part a bit more before she shoved her huge member forwards, letting out a low roar and yanking hard back on Vesta's form, causing her huge breasts to bounce as the medial ring tore inside with an audible, obscene squelch, as more of the gigantic cock bulldozed its way inside, causing the angel's muscular abdomen to bulge outwards enormously.

"I'm... a... hard worker...!" Vesta protested, her arms trembling as she valiantly rolled her hips and bucked back with enthusiasm, moving her body rapidly and hungrily back against Alexis's thrusts, but Ira playfully countered: "You are a warrior, a writer, a slut and many other things... but being queen of the Seraphims hasn't kept you anywhere near as busy as me in these two days as queen of Hell."

The cobra winked at Killer, and he smiled in entertainment before saying: "That's true, Vesta... but soon enough you'll be just as busy as Ira. I plan to make you the High Queen of Heaven once we are done with Typhon."

"You... WHAT?" Vesta squeaked, but Alexis rammed forwards again like a raging bull and the angel gritted her fangs with a cry of mixed agony and delight, before mumbling: "You are lucky that I'm impaled on this monster cock, or I'd kick that idea out of your brain..."

Vesta tried to add something a moment later, when some of the surprise and shock fell away from her face and her eyes sought his, reading into them to see if there was any sign of him joking. However, it was immediately clear that he was very serious, and gratitude and emotion gleamed in her eyes instead, a thank you coming from her lips... which was immediately drowned out by a wet, loud slapping sound as Alexis's enormous balls smashed against her gaping, sensitive sex as the she-bull rammed hard forwards again. Blood and juices poured out in a gush that splashed onto the floor while Alexis pulled back ever so slightly, dragging Vesta's whole body back as her ass squeezed hopelessly around the huge ring, before the queen of Seraphims screamed even louder as the goddess made another short piston forwards and gyrated her hips at the same time, pushing in and screwing herself in to the hilt as rivers of blood and fluids rolled down from the annihilated ass of the tigress.

Alexis threw her head back with a growl of delight while Vesta's eyes bulged and every muscle in her body flexed and tensed, her feet kicking uselessly at the air as she panted breathlessly and squeezed into the parapet hard enough to crack it

"What a sight... seeing it happen is almost as mind-shattering as being the one that gets impaled." Adrasthea amusedly commented, playing idly with her dripping sex while she leaned against a column, legs slightly spread, breasts barely contained by a precious bikini top, the bottom laying discarded around her ankles. Kimera walked out next, wearing only a bikini bottom so soaked in juices that it had become transparent and molded on the shape of her blossoming labia and a ripped shirt, barely able to cover her huge breasts and pulled so far up by them that her underboobs were on full, glorious display. The zebra licked her lips as she passed by Alexis and Vesta, and she even slapped the latter's ass before half-climbing on Killer's deckchair, almost pushing her soaked panties in his face as she began to sensually sway her hips. "The High Queen ought to come first, but I worked in the same council and just as hard as her. Don't I deserve my own treat...?"

Killer smirked up at her and licked his lips in a silent but very explicit approval, but Ira grinned widely and lightly squeezed his neck between her powerful thighs, clicking her lips in denial before purring: "I'm not done with him yet. He'll be busy for a while longer... But you come right here, slut." She gripped into Kimera's waistband and forced the muscular female to turn around and climb up onto the deckchairs, legs spread wide to straddle the cobra as she pushed the soaked fabric out to the side and nuzzled into her eager folds. The zebra let out a sight of bliss as the thick, strong, dexterous tongue began to probe inside her while at the same time slurping all over her soaked folds, and she half-lidded her eyes before bucking lightly against Ira's muzzle, playing with her huge breasts at the same time. "Oh, this works too..."

Killer growled in delight as Mriya and Elaine walked outside next, their spectacular bodies clad only in bikini tops that struggled to cover even just the large, glorious black areolas of their nipples and g-strings that made the huge male swallow thickly. The two sisters laid down with all the grace and sensuality that true sex predators could muster and began to sunbathe in the deckchairs next to Killer, their eyes glowing suggestively from above their sunglasses.

"This... is... about to turn into... into an orgy." Vesta observed, her voice broken by the force of Alexis's brutal thrusts up inside her ass, her whole body bouncing and flexing with every hard pistol of the colossal black shaft, and when everyone else looked at her she snorted and barked: "He said movie-night, sluts! Fetch the junk food, a ton of pizzas, and beer, and all the good shit! I'd do it myself but I'm... well. Having a train of a cock smashing a tunnel open inside me."

Adrasthea rolled her eyes at that, snorting, but finally muttered: "Fine, I'll deal with that."

"You're an angel." Vesta playfully replied, before barking after her: "Make sure to order a lot of good shit!! It's been ages since I last had burgers and chips!"

"Pretty sure it was yesterday." Adrasthea countered from inside, and Vesta grumbled something under her breath, before the goddess of strategy added: "You stuff your face with that crap all the time. I don't know how you are not fat like a full moon."

"Fuck you, I'm a goddess! I can eat planets and still kick your ass both literally and at being sexy as fuck!" Vesta cheerfully countered, before grunting hotly as Alexis yanked her head backwards and squeezed into her hip at the same time, beginning to pound her even harder, building up the speed of her thrusts and putting more strength in each one.

"Hey Adar; you don't need to leave. Just outside the door you'll find a pack of bulls waiting for orders. Send them." Ira shouted after pulling her muzzle out of Kimera's incandescent and needy folds, and the zebra gave her just enough time to speak before urgently yanking her face back into her pussy, snorting steam from her nostrils. Ira allowed it, slurping on the warm juice, while Adrasthea crossed the vast den space and went straight for the huge wooden double-doors, unashamed to continue playing with her wet folds even as she threw the door open. The armoured Gigataurs looked at her in surprise and awe, their mouths falling open wide even as they valiantly struggled to stay at attention and watch up at her face instead of at her naked legs and wet, working hand.

While Adrasthea ordered the food, Elaine leisurely stroked over her mighty abs and then adjusted her bra, smirking as her father's eyes followed her every move, until she picked up a tube of sun cream, just as Mriya, with perfectly faked innocence, rolled over and asked for some. Elaine slowly began to massage the cream over her sister's perfect buttocks and then her hands ventured down along her inner thighs, just as the ligeress crossed her arms and rested upon her huge, firm breasts, spreading her legs and flexing her powerful muscles with wonderful sensuality. Mriya turned to the side to watch with great interest as her father used his tongue to make the queen of Hell squirm blissfully, and she pushed one arm under her body, reaching for her scantily clothed sex, tenderly grinding her fingers into it. After a few moments, she traded a smile with Elaine that Killer did not fail to notice and asked: "What about the movies...? We'll need a few to go through the night..."

"Something that we can simply enjoy, and perhaps get a laugh from." Killer easily replied, pulling back from Ira's shuddering, needy groin. He licked his lips clean from the clear, pearly juice and then remarked: "Really, when I said movie night, I meant it. Things between us should not always end in sex, you know. I'd enjoy having just a silly evening together. That way we can invite Sylvia as well, see if we can get her to... integrate more."

Mriya made a little grimace at that, but then closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side in acceptance, looking up with a soft smile as Katy timidly approached, wearing simple her elaborate lace skirt and corset. Mriya gave her smaller sister a bright smile, and Killer wondered, not for the first time, how the angel managed to run along so beautifully with everyone. Anyone else robbing Mriya, in any way and for any reason, of a chance to seduce her father would probably get squished into pulp, but for Katy she was always willing to make an exception.

"Thank you, daddy... I will try and convince her to come over. I would really like her to be present." Mriya softly said, and Killer nodded, sharing the feeling. It always saddened him to think of Sylvia, self-exiled in an apartment downstairs, away from them all. Katy spent most of her time in her mother's quarters to keep her company and try to convince her that she had nothing to fear from Killer, and that she had to move on from the past, as tragic and monstrous as it had been, but Sylvia, although sometimes visibly tempted, still couldn't find the strength and the courage to spend any significant amount of time near the huge male. Moreover, she still hadn't found enough generosity in her heart to pardon him for the monstrous violence with which he had annihilated her mortal existence and that of her entire family. He couldn't possibly blame her for that diffidence, and indeed it was amazing that she had accepted to live close to him. She had spent time in Eaglenest, and then in several of Hell's fortresses, and now she lived in the Spire. Naturally, it was only so she could stay close to her daughter and she did not seek to spend any more time with Killer than was strictly indispensable, but it was already progress. Sylvia by now trusted him enough to let Katy come and go from his rooms as she pleased... although that was possibly because Katy herself was no longer willing to take no as answer.

Killer and Katy had not lost hope for Sylvia, and they still liked to think that, in good time, she'd be able to move on from the past and accept the new him as part of her life. It had to be a gradual process, and it was fraught with dangers and complexities, but the male was determined to try, and try, and try again until they succeeded.

"Do you think she'll want to join us...?" Killer quietly asked, and Katy hesitated a bit, her face betraying the expectation of a lot of resistance, but she eventually smiled and gave him a nod. "I will convince her."

"We will make sure to keep it all... civil... while she is around." Alexis promised, and all the others nodded and confirmed that they would behave.

"But that means clothes. Clothes are boring. And boring movies, too, if you cut out all of the good stuff." Vesta complained, only for Killer to firmly counter: "Clothes, for sure. Nothing formal required, but you all know Sylvia... keep it reasonable, okay? I don't want to scare her off or give her any reason to complain and be any more worried about the time Katy spends here with us." He paused, and then added: "As for the movies, I leave it up to you to choose. Sylvia will tolerate action movies no problem, if I remember anything about her. Let's just... stick to the less gruesome ones."

"Boooring." Vesta moaned, but when Killer gave her a flat look, she grinned widely and nodded, making a zipping motion over her lips.

"Mom won't stick around all night, you know..." Katy quietly remarked, smiling suggestively, and Mriya nodded with an accomplice grin. "We can start off tame... and once she is gone to bed, kick it up a notch..."

"Or a million." Elaine teasingly added, absently playing with one of her prodigious breasts and looking straight into her father's eyes as she announced: "Vesta has helped me dig deep into the mortal's internet and we now have downloaded almost all of the movies dad starred during his period in the south. There is some crazy hot stuff in there... some of the movies are real dynamite."

Killer winced a bit at that, as a wave of mixed emotions rushed through him: it was arousing to hear the tone in Elaine's voice while she talked of those porn movies he had starred in his youth; but at the same time it was awkward like hell to accept that his daughters were watching that stuff. Moreover, he was torn about the very memory of those movies: part of him was still proud of how he had stunned the world even as a teenager, but part of him regretted what he had done. Elaine was right, there was some insane stuff in several of the movies: things he now wished he had not done. Back in the days, he had rapidly ran out of female porn stars and had started going out on the streets to prey on women from outside the business. He had no problems bedding any woman he wanted, with his handsome looks, his powerful, massive body and his chivalrous ways. He was accompanied by a couple of young cameramen who documented his conquests. Killer called them his "bitch-boys", and they were. They were not homosexuals, at least not openly, but they were utterly enamored of his body and of his power and literally worshipped him. They were happy to be his cuckolds and followed his orders to the letter, never questioning them even when they implied breaking the law and, as time passed, doing more and more monstrous things. Killer had started out by seducing young girls outside of colleges. The daughters opened the doors of their houses for him, and soon he was fucking the young mothers as well, and cuckolding husbands who, in front of his immense might, capitulated and accepted every sort of humiliation, until their lives were reduced to working to pay Killer for fucking their wives and daughters. Uncountable families had been ruined in that way, and colleges across the southlands soon became his harem, filled to the brim with women marked with the infamous KO tattoo, leaving the completely outmatched boys in a state of perennial cuckoldry. Their girlfriends dumped them, their mothers worshipped Killer, their sisters longed to kiss the liger's ass, and their teachers were broken toys for the goliath.

He had starred a huge number of movies in that way, and they had given him fame and glory. A special series followed, in which eager females coming from every corner of the world visited the studios to offer their bodies to him. Then things got darker with a special series with sadomasochistic girls putting their lives in his hands. He fucked them to within an inch of their lives, leaving their bodies permanently damaged in critical ways... and from there, of course, he moved straight into snuff movies, destroying willing slaves who craved nothing but death. And from the willing victims he had moved up towards unwilling ones. A long succession of movies full of violence and death had followed, showing the fate of families just like Sylvia's, that he approached out on the street, in pubs, or elsewhere and then mercilessly used until his victims were literally broken. Sylvia herself could have well ended up on DVD if only Killer had had his "bitch-boy" following him out with the camera. It was only by a "lucky" chance that Sylvia had escaped that additional indignity and violence, but the end of many other real families had ended up on video in what had been a long series of gruesome movies. He was ashamed by the memory of those extreme, vicious productions... yet, at the same time, he was not. He was still aroused by the thought of what he had done, and part of him was still proud of that series since it had really cemented his dominance over a world too weak to deal with him: when Ire's police had tried to arrest him and shut down the production he had crushed the policemen like bugs. He had then attacked the police directly, destroying a number of stations and devastating on video a large number of female officers. Six movies had been realized with the footage of those massacres, and while the world at large condemned his actions in public, in private it watched on in awe at his strength. The number of DVDs sold and of downloads was there to demonstrate that the powerless people around him was as aroused as it was scared. With that punishment, the police had been forced to effectively surrender to the huge male, who had in the meanwhile been made the owner of the production company as well, so that nobody dared to try and force it to shut down. He had single-handedly humiliated the world and given the prey species a reason to cower and hide like they had done in ancient eras... and cower they did. But they also watched his rampages, and made him rich with their subscriptions and DVD purchases.

To try and lessen the humiliation, the government of Ire had "hired" Killer and set him loose within a couple of high-security prisons filled with high-profile female criminals, to show that they could control him and contain his ferocity within hunting grounds of their choice... but after realizing two multi-DVD movies about his rampages within two different jails, he had struck Ire's capital city, its police station, its government, its population, demonstrating once more that his power could not be controlled and that it was foolish and suicidal to pretend otherwise. That made him the most wanted criminal on the planet, but he continued to realize and post more movies, the "terror" series, in which his virility and power were used to inflict complete destruction on the armed groups sent by the various countries to hunt him down. He had enjoyed being the nightmare and the dream of the world. He had loved being hated and yet having his videos downloaded by billions of enraptured preys who just couldn't help themselves when faced with his power. That had been his first taste of dark, cruel godhood, even though he was still a mortal back then, and very young. He had started starring when he was still a boy, so that from the first movie to the last, he had grown bigger and stronger, awing the world even further because of it.

Yes, there was wild and terrifying content in his of the movies. Stuff that Sylvia absolutely should never see... and indeed stuff that he did not want to show to Katy, either. No father should have shown such things to his daughters, in fact, or to anyone else, but they were a special family and he knew that there was no point trying to tell Mriya and Elaine off from those movies: they resembled him far too much. They might be horrified by the innocent deaths in them, but at the same time they loved every scene and took immense pleasure from all of them.

"You shouldn't watch that stuff, Ely." Killer tentatively said, but the dragoness gave him an innocent smile and idly traced a finger down the profile of her abs, then down to the tattoo of the crown that signaled that she was, as she had worded it in the past, a "size goddess". "It's your fault, daddy, that they are so impressive and addictive." The female softly replied, and Mriya nodded in agreement, before Vesta groaned in delight and hugged: "Some of those movies are insanely good. I made a point to watch all of them!"

"Come on, dad... the night is long and dark. When it gets real dark, our hungers will come out and there are some scenes which would really give us the right kind of chills..." Elaine teased, and Killer tore his eyes away from hers, knowing all too well how hard it was to deny her something when she gave him the naughty puppy expression. He looked upwards, but met Ira's grin which urged him to give his approval, and behind her he found Manticora, and Adrasthea, and Savannah, Gaia... All the other Disciples had all come out of their rooms and had gathered around on the balcony, watching on as he suckled on Ira's labia and pushed his tongue deep into her passage.

Katy looked at him nervously, giving him a smile while her cheeks flared up, and she pulled up at his side, whispering in his ear: "Don't... don't let my presence be a problem, dad. I... well, I have already watched some of the movies too."

"Katy!" He exclaimed, turning to stare at her in complete surprise, and she shrunk a bit in her shoulders but grinned widely, apologetically. He glared at Elaine and Mriya, opening his mouth to reprimand them for luring their sister into their dirty games, but Katy seized him by the shoulder and restrained him as best she could, urgently adding: "No, dad, it's not their fault at all! They told me not to! Really, they did!"

Killer was silent for a long moment, then he sighed and dejectedly said: "That is not stuff you should be watching, Katy. Nobody should. If I was a better person I'd destroy every last copy of those videos, and I wouldn't feel any of this sick, arrogant pride and pleasure that instead still burns in me. I regret doing what I did, and I don't want you to watch them. I don't want you to see... the monster that I was, and that I'm trying to leave behind."

"If I was a better person maybe I wouldn't like it... but gods, I do like the videos." Katy countered, and she looked down at the floor, twisting her hands awkwardly. Killer looked down as well, and he saw her clear juices streak down her toned, long legs. "Daddy... I love those videos." She admitted, and her voice was full of shame and determination at the same time. "They make my heart pound so quickly it hurts. They make my stomach churn. They make my knees weak and cause my whole body to tremble... I squirm in anticipation of the next hard thrust from beginning to end."

"Oh, Katy..." Killer sighed, closing his eyes and pulling her forwards, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair with affection. "That is fear, and horror. You are torturing yourself... forget about those movies, please. Leave them behind."

"No, dad... or better, yes. It is fear. It is horror, even disgust at times... but it is also need. I love it all, every scene, every splatter of blood, every savage pounding. I know that... that... mommy was another one of your victims. I can almost see her in some of the girls on screen... and the thought arouses me. I can't help it." Katy explained, before looking into his eyes with a gaze full of shame. "I'm sorry, dad... I'm not quite your pure little angel, at the end of the day."

"You'll always be my angel, Katy. You are an angel." Killer reassuringly countered, even though his smile was tinged with some sadness. "But mom was right, I'm afraid: my darkness is changing you. It is tarnishing your light."

"The light and the darkness in me both come from you, dad." Katy gently said, smiling at him and then kissing his cheek. "I just want to be with you. I am thankful for every moment we spend together, and I'll always follow your lead. I will be your brightest, purest angel if you want me to be that. But more and more, I'm realizing just how glorious and fascinating your darkness is."

Killer sighed at that, looking at her with affection. He wasn't entirely happy with that development, because he couldn't help but think that he truly was a terrible, terrible influence, just like Sylvia had always denounced; but at the same time he was delighted: his daughter loved him, and had found beauty even in his monstrous side. It was an egoistic but soothing thought, to know that Katy was no longer horrified by his past sins. It meant that she would never abandon him, never turn her back on him in distaste. It put one of his worst fears at ease. And then, with that disarming wisdom and pure innocence that distinguished her, Katy quietly explained: "The reason why I love you so much, daddy, is not that you are perfect, or that you could ever be. No, I love you because you are full of terrible darkness, and despite it you strive to do the right thing. You keep that darkness under control, and dominate it, even though you have all the power you need to just... warp the world and turn it into your toy. It would be so much easier to just let go and enjoy your every dark whim... but it wouldn't be right, and so you don't. I don't think there is any form of courage greater than what is required in the struggle against our own selves." She paused, kissing his lips lightly, and then nuzzled him with affection, playfully observing: "So, don't worry about the movies. Don't worry about the past. It cannot change my opinion of my daddy. The movies can be our... guilty pleasure..."

"It's a bit... scary, in a way, that you are willing to watch and enjoy that stuff... but I cannot pretend it isn't a relief for me." Killer quietly said, nuzzling her lovingly and hugging her tightly to his chest. "I want to be a good father, a good friend, a good lover, for all of you. I want to be the person that you want at your side for life. I will always do any and every thing it takes to keep you safe and happy. But I'm flawed. My past is monstrous, and the monster still lives within me, even if I try to keep it on a short and tight leash. My biggest fear... my one true nightmare... is failing you. Is disappointing you, and losing you." Killer said, and his eyes went from Katy's to Mriya's, to Elaine's, to Alexis's, seeking all of his loved ones, one by one. They smiled back at him with affection, and after a moment Kimera shifted, pulling back from Ira's mouth and snuggling down at her side instead, the two muscular females sharing the same deckchair, their legs spread wide open for him. The cobra looked at him with love and with soft entertainment, shaking her head slowly before reassuring: "We are flawed too, Killer. Your lusts are our lusts, and that is part of why we love you so much. In truth, our collars give us freedom, not slavery: we put our leashes in your hand, and trust your strong arm to keep us all in line. Yes, we serve you, and we always will... but at the same time we are a huge burden on your shoulders. We tease you all the time. We make your temptations even stronger because they are also OUR temptations. We are happy to have you drawing red lines and keeping us all within certain limits... but at the same time we are comfortable with the idea of forgetting about every single one of those limits if you ever decided you no longer cared. We have, effectively, delegated our responsibilities to the point that everything depends on you." She paused, and the other goddesses nodded in confirmation. Their expressions betrayed some shame, and Ira again spoke on the behalf of everyone, explaining: "We love you immensely for all you do for us. We are also eternally ashamed about ourselves because, really, ours was the easy, coward choice. We put our leashes in your hand so we no longer have to struggle with our own darkness. We do at least try to make up for it by guarding you and propping up your determination as best we can. If you ever consciously decided to walk the path of darkness, we'd follow without hesitations. Some of us would be even happier if you did, admittedly... while others would probably suffer because of it, but still walk at your side." She paused and turned a soft, affectionate gaze towards Katy, who blushed a bit and hugged herself, turning to look at him with an expression that betrayed the sheer violence of her internal struggle. She loved him too much to let go of him, but she clearly wanted him to continue striving for the right thing. Her body guiltily burned with arousal in front of the gruesome scenes of the movies of his past, but at the same time she did not want any other innocent family to be destroyed just for the egoistic, cruel pleasure implied in the slaughter.

Ira nodded knowingly and stroked a hand gently down Katy's cheek, continuing: "As Disciples, we are beasts on a leash, waiting for you to point the direction. But as lovers, daughters and wives, we are determined to help you as best we can. As we told you in other occasions, we will not allow you to slip into darkness by accident. You might miss a step along the way, but if it happens we'll there to help you. Only if your change of path was a clear, weighted and convinced decision would we abandon all reserves, because we know that your current intent is to do what's right, not what's easy and pleasurable. That is the route you are tracing, and that makes it our route as well."

"Thank you, all of you..." Killer whispered, looking at all of them with the deepest love. "Holding so many leashes is complex as you say, but really, I consider myself the luckiest of all creatures, the most blessed and honored, exactly because you trusted me with those leashes."

"This is getting too damn philosophic." Vesta finally grumbled, but her tone was playful and her eyes glowed with complicity. "We were talking about tasty food, kick-ass movies and extreme, juicy, scary porn for the really dark hours."

"That's true. I'll select the juicy porn DVDs... You just tell me how nasty you want it to get!" Elaine immediately said, grinning widely, and it was Katy who responded fastest, even though her cheeks burned crimson: "Extremely nasty. Insane stuff."

"Fuck yeah! I love you, girl!" Vesta cheerfully exclaimed, and Elaine nodded with an eager smirk, one hand playing lazily with one huge breast and the other pushing the G string aside so she could languidly rub into her soaked labia, purring: "I know just the thing..."

"I'll make sure the den is ready." Gaia promised, and Mriya offered: "I will find some good movie to open the evening with."

"I'll help whoever needs me, but first I want that tongue treatment you promised..." Kimera teased, licking her lips as she spread her soaked pussy open for him, before she let out a long sigh of bliss as he hungrily nuzzled into her sex, licking slowly over the hole and slurping loudly on her hot juices. His tentacle-like tongue sloppily dragged over her labia, then pushed forwards, sinking deep inside her and grinding against her inner walls, the forked end sending shudders of delight up along her spine. He seized her by the thighs and yanked her hard forwards just as he leaned down with a hungry growl, almost penetrating her with his thick, large muzzle, and she let out a groan of bliss and clutched into his mane, biting her lower lip and rolling her eyes up in her skull while her golden hooves kicked uselessly at the air. "And I'd like the tongue to be just the beginning..."

Boadicea, who stood nearby and watched, swallowed nervously and hugged herself, squeezing into her own huge breasts, before one hand slid down her abs and slipped beneath her loincloth. She was by far the most conservatively dressed in the ground, as she wore elements of her Gigataur-leather armor, but within a few minutes she reached back to undo the straps of her corset, allowing it to fall heavily onto one of the deckchairs. Killer looked up in surprise at that, and the sharkess only smiled, her cheeks visibly flushed but her eyes glinting with hunger as she cupped her huge breasts in her hands and pushed the great swells together, rolling them slowly and sensually as she leaned closer to him. She knelled on the deckchair and pushed her chest out, almost pushing her spectacular breasts against his cheek, and she sensually hefted both heavy, great boobs, grinning as she ground them together and idly flicked her large black nipples.

She grinned widely as he gazed at her in surprise, and she playfully observed: "Well, dad... to be the great slaughterer of pussy that you are, you look plenty confused."

"Are you... sure...?" Killer quietly asked, his eyes betraying all of his interest and approval for her prodigious bosom even as he did his best not to look down, seeking her eyes instead. The sharkess snorted in amusement at that, once more surprised by how much he differed from the monster that for years she had put together in her mind, using her own prejudices and bits and pieces of news about his past. She shook her head slowly, smiling brightly, and then pushed her bosom against his head, gently gripping into his mane to guide his face between the two great swells. "I think it is time to stop pretending that I'm not just another willing, happy slave in this crazy bunch of slutty goddesses." Boadicea amusedly explained, before allowing her eyes to slip closed as Killer gently kissed her breasts and moved slowly up towards one large nipple. She squeezed the huge swell for him, and he let out a little growl of pleasure as a drop of her milk pushed out of her nipple, streaking down the great slope of flesh until his tongue greedily slurped it all up. She shuddered in bliss at that, and a groan escaped her lips when Killer wrapped his own around her nipple, suckling and flicking it with his tongue while his hands played with her prodigious boobs. "I hated this misogynist clan when I first learned of it and watched from afar. The collars, the tattoos... I thought you had enslaved the noble females around you and I was furious, and disgusted. I wanted to free my fellow females and teach you a lesson... But I'm the one who got schooled."

Killer let out a grunt that was muffled by her firm, large breasts, but she only smirked in amusement as he pushed two fingers deep within Ira's needy sex and two others into Kimera, moving them powerfully and rapidly, easily grinding into their insides and building up speed, the wet squelching sounds becoming obscene as both females bucked their hips hungrily against him and panted, trading a gaze of intense satisfaction. Within moments, they both threw their heads back and groaned in bliss, feet and hooves kicking at the air as their legs flexed and spasmed while clear juice squirted out of them and splattered in every direction, drenching his arms. At the same time, he had his head turned sideways and his lips wrapped greedily around Boadicea's large nipple, his tongue working slowly and gently against it while the taste of her flesh and milk filled his mouth. "I was a fool... I continued to hold my grudge up even when it became clear that no one here is a prisoner. At first I thought the goddesses around you had to be weak willed and insecure... but that too was nonsense, and yet I refused to accept it." Boadicea quietly recalled, looking at him with affection and lightly biting at her lower lip when his working tongue sent jolts of pleasure of particular intensity down her spine. "You proved me wrong again and again. You dismantled the wrong idea I had of you... and now you've forced Hell into accepting me and the other Amazons. Made us a clan in front of every other demonic family. Given us the freedom to come out of hiding. And even made me a princess of Hell."

"One who doesn't hate me for it...?" Killer playfully asked, faking intense hope and relief, and Boadicea snorted in entertainment before trapping his face between her huge breasts, crushing his muzzle in and leaning over him to say: "I did not say it is a pleasant job. But it is an important position, one that implies great power. All demonic families crave a seat at the sides of the High Queen, yet you have chosen to reward the amazons first. It honors me, and it means a lot to me."

"Your help was fundamental... and I know that I can trust you, your integrity and your judgment. You led the Amazons splendidly through the most demanding and dangerous of times, so your advice is precious." Killer easily replied, and the sharkess smiled, tilting her head to the side with a gaze full of affection. After a moment, it widened into a grin as she reached down for the heavy belt that held up the leather skirt of her armor, and she rapidly undid it, pushing the thick garment down past her wide, sensual hips as she teasingly whispered: "That, again, makes me happy... but as I said, the work is unpleasant. I think I need the same kind of reward as my High Queen and my fellow princess..."

"Naturally." Killer gently replied, and he helped her sway her hips out of the skirt, licking his lips as she ground her muscular thighs together to let the garment fall to the ground. It was the first time Boadicea undressed before him; the first time they got that intimate, and he took in every detail of her strong, beautiful body, lovingly stroking over her powerful, bulging quads and leaning forwards to kiss first one thigh, then another, exploiting the moment to fill his nose with the perfume of her arousal and need. The goddess stiffened a bit at that simple contact, but Killer smiled reassuringly up at her... and she blushed, but slowly spread her legs to reveal her hot, needy centre, while the other girls gazed at her with a mix of amusement, interest, envy and welcome. She had been part of the family for a while, but that was nonetheless a whole different kind of initiation within their ranks. Boadicea, a complete virgin, betrayed some embarrassed hesitation despite the obvious beauty and power of her body, and Killer kissed her thigh again, reaching up to stroke admiringly over a firm buttock... before her sex was finally revealed. The first thing that Killer noticed was the labia: she had big lips, undoubtedly the largest in the family and the most notable he had admired in quite a long while. Her labia pushed abundantly out, and the two petals of soaked dark flesh, tightly glued together, hung down in eye-catchy fashion. Boadicea's cheeks burned a deeper shade of crimson as she caught him staring, and the huge male realized that she was very self-conscious, almost flat-out ashamed of the look of her vagina. She was about to backstep away from him when he lunged forwards, squeezing lightly into the back of her thighs, and caught the large labia in his mouth, letting out a low murr of pleasure at her taste and at the sheer heat emanating from the black flesh. He squeezed the big lips in his mouth and tugged teasingly at them, loudly slurping up the precious juices dribbling down them, and when he let go he gently whispered: "You are not ashamed of this blossom, are you...?" He pushed the dangling labia up with his large tongue, flicking them gently, and Boadicea looked down at him with a flush, releasing a hot breath. "Don't be; it is beautiful, and tasty, and I love it..." He tenderly picked the two lips between indexes and thumbs and gently pulled them open, like the pages of a book, pulling them in the opposite directions and slowly spreading them fully, her own wetness gluing her flesh to her groin. "These are some champion lips..." He breathed, sending hot air washing over the soaked folds before he pushed his tongue over her sealed, virginal passage, dragging it slowly, torturingly slowly up along the tiny slit until it flicked her clit, the forked end of his tongue teasing the large nub with such mastery to make her squirm, a shiver visibly running along her spine.

She did not find words to offer him, but her eyes betrayed the relief brought to her by his comments and by his enthusiasm as he mouthed her sex, licking hungrily over her passage and finally pushing his thick tongue inside her, while guiding her back towards the nearest deckchair. Mriya shifted to the side, making room for her, and Killer pushed gently against her solid abs until she sat down. She rested back in the seat, trading a gaze and a smile with Mriya while Killer shouldered her legs and worked even harder on her sex, his tongue twisting and grinding inside her as his hot breath washed over her folds.

Gaia looked at the scene for a few moments longer, but then walked back towards the door, cheerfully announcing: "I'll go for now, and get everything ready for this evening. It'll be a long and beautiful night."

"Let's invite Sekhmeth, too." Mriya suggested, and Killer pulled back with a slurp from Boadicea's sex, slipping two fingers inside her and working them rapidly in and out, gyrating them against her walls while he licked his lips clean and then said: "Yeah, make sure to contact her. She was there to help in the moment of need, and I'd love to have her here with us."

"I'm sure she'll be happy to join us." Katy amusedly said, before standing up to follow Gaia. "I'll go as well. It'll take some work to convince mom to come, so I'll better get going. See you later!"

Killer smiled as he looked around the den, taking in the tables covered of pieces of pizzas, burgers, boxes of nuggets, packs of chips, bottles of beer and other beverages. Gaia and Adrasthea had made sure to distribute the food over multiple round tables arranged all around the hall. The room was steadily getting darker, as all lights had been turned off with the exception of that coming from the gigantic television screen and the dancing glow coming from the fireplace and a number of golden braziers arranged along the walls. It was nothing too elaborate, but that was exactly how they wanted it. They could have called in servants and organized a great ball or anything else they wanted, but they were not interested in formalities. That was meant to be a simple night between friends and lovers.

The light in the room was sufficient to walk around without problems and to see each other clearly enough, while at the same time creating a wonderful atmosphere. The view of the stars that Killer had gifted to Hell made it all better as their pale light came in from the archways leading on the balcony.

The den was a vast space that Killer had imagined as part of his new and improved Central Spire. His powers of Creation had turned it into a solid reality, making of it the place where the family spent most of its free time.

The vast hall was roughly elliptic in shape. One of the long side walls had a massive fireplace sculpted in a colossal block of black lodestone, with the statues of two knelling Gigataurs carrying on the heavy header on their shoulders. On either side of the gigantic fireplace, tall archways led onto the vast balcony that ran all around the tower. Opposite to the fireplace, in the wall at the other side of the room, was the huge set of finely chiseled double doors that led to the monumental staircase that went down to the lower levels of the Spire and up to the throne room, the next and last level of the immense tower.

Going downwards, the Spire hosted an immense library, which Killer had crafted from thin air by thinking of the great collection of books in Eaglenest, the lost libraries of Anahel's estate and of the fortress of Stargazers and of Hell's own ancient archives. He directly knew only a tiny number of the scrolls and tomes contained within those collections, yet his power was such that he had recreated all of them. Vesta had checked scroll after scroll after scroll, awed and overjoyed by the discovery: there were even long lost volumes that she had thought gone forever. Killer had no clue about how he had pulled such a feat out, so he just limited himself to being happy about it and to trying to work the same magic again with Vesta mentioning other ancient and rare texts. Sometimes it had worked, in many other occasions it had failed completely. Everything depended on the level of power that Killer managed to successfully harness and employ during each attempt: he was pretty much at his best when he had destroyed and rebuilt the Spire, but unleashing so much of his potential was a risky and complicated business, better left for when it was truly needed... or when he truly was in the mood for a show off.

The Spire also contained a monumental gallery space where their shared collection of weapons was contained when they spent time in Hell, and he had needed to add a lot of new expositors to contain all the new places, which included the favorite weapons that had belonged to the Princes of Hell and to Satan himself. There was also an immense dungeon area, mimicking the one hidden beneath Eaglenest, and the thousands upon thousands of cells and cages were filled with enslaved enemies and fallen gods and sinners of the worst kind. Satan himself was the most notable new presence, but many others had been tossed into the darkness, where they survived, often barely, while tormented by thoughts of the day when Killer would choose to play with their useless lives and helpless bodies again.

Much of the rest of the titanic structure was occupied by the accommodations of the garrison, now composed mostly of Insatiables. Entire legions could comfortably be hosted within the "tower of castles", along with training spaces and immense depots of weapons and ammunitions and even factories and forges for the production of armor, siege weaponry and heavy artillery.

Nearer to the bottom of the endless tower there were apartments for councilors and other special advisors and luxurious rooms destined to special guests to the court. The first few levels were immense, spectacular temples which celebrated Killer's victories and his Disciples. Each goddess of his following had a whole level dedicated to her, and the last temple, the most majestic, was reserved to Killer and Alexis themselves. The spaces reserved for the Scholars and Scribes were in the underground levels, but they were still empty while Ira, Kimera and Boadicea tackled the difficult task of selecting new and better elements to put in charge of Hell's magic and inner workings.

Killer hadn't actually spent much time in the lower levels: he had reserved the top floor of the Spire to himself and his loved ones and that was the space he actually cared for. At the opposite extremities of the elliptic hall were the separate apartments for the Disciples, where they could retreat when they wanted some alone time. The walls were so thick and solid that every apartment was an oasis of peace, isolated from any outside noise, and each included not just a bedroom but also a small kitchen and a large personal "multipurpose" room that everyone had personalized as they felt. Mriya had built a boxing ring and a gym in hers, and had packed it with exercise weights realized by compressing entire solar systems into dumbbells. That was the only way for them to be of any use with how strong she was. Vesta had built up her room into a crowded hybrid laboratory - girl's room - weapons store. Elaine's room was inspired by Killer's porn movies, and the walls were covered in posters depicting him and the covers of his DVDs, while heavy chains, shackles and collars were available for the games to turn intense. Gaia's room was a garden as dense with flowers and vegetation as the richest of jungles. Ira's and Katy's rooms were similar, both fitted out as comfortable living rooms with large armchairs embedded in vast bookcases, making them true paradises for relaxing and reading; for studying and meditating. Each apartment was unique and revealed the personality of the owner, and each also had access to a walled section of the immense balcony running all around the Spire. Vesta's own was kitted out as an observatory and she could often be found there, studying the stars and Heaven from the unique point of view offered by Hell's highest point.

The den was for the space spent all together, and it was the majority of it. The fall of Satan had allowed them to relax somewhat, and take some time for themselves. There were no big celebrations because the war was far from over, but for the first time in ages they had been able to just spend some time cuddling on the sofa, lazing around, reading, or playing.

The area in the very center of the den was shaped like an amphitheatre, with a gigantic flat TV screen bigger than the screen of a cinema and accompanied by an impressive audio set-up. Gaming consoles were hooked to it, and an impressive number of controllers waited on a series of cushions in front of the screen. Few, if any, mortal gaming consoles offered the chance to play in such numerous groups, but being a god had advantages, and Killer had created whole new systems and games. Personal gaming stations with their own large screen were also available, though, but they were far less eye-catching than the immense horseshoe-shaped couch, large enough to comfortably welcome the whole family and which notably ended in a square-sized peninsula where naps had frequently turned into fiery orgies. Killer had wanted that vast, comfortable peninsula specifically with that thought in mind: in his family, that was the normal end to basically every day.

A long, massive table stood near the archways leading to the balcony, and that was where they had their meals. There was even a literal bar, with a large bench of dark, massive wood and a couple of bartenders always in service. Finding people willing to serve at the bench was easy since many demons all over Hell loved the idea of serving their new gods... and getting to see Killer pounding such beautiful goddesses on the sofa, on the bench itself and all around the rest of the hall was an astounding experience.

Smaller couches and armchairs were arranged in peaceful islands near the entrance, and that was where some peace could be had without having to settle for the privacy of the apartments.

Killer and Alexis's own rooms were the largest and most welcoming and revolved around a massive bedroom closely modeled upon the one in the royal palace back home in the mortal world. The immense bed in it, with a ship-shaped base of marble and precious metals, was the background to many glorious scenes of passion and lust.

Killer smiled a bit to himself, remembering the long afternoon of passion spent outside on the balcony until not long before. He had worked Ira up until she could take no more, her body shuddering in blissful exhaustion, trying to recover. He had used his tongue to drill orgasms out of Kimera until the zebra had begged to be used, hard, and he had happily obliged. Boadicea's juicy, big-lips flower had washed him down from mouth to crotch in a cascade of hot, pearly juice. He had made out with her sex for what felt like a blissfully eternity, and by the end of it Boadicea was panting hard, her cheeks burning red. Somehow, she had found the strength to ask him to wait a little longer before bulldozing her virginity into a distant memory. She wasn't going to pass the night, however, and she was aware of it: she promised to ride his cock late at night, with the porn movies playing on screen for extra impact.

Killer had then turned all his energies on Vesta, pummeling her almost to literal destruction as Alexis thrust with equal eagerness from the other end of her body, so that the queen of seraphims was smashed savagely back and forth into the diamond-hard abs of the two gods, her strong body bulging and deformed by those immense, goliath cocks battling inside of her, the two great shafts grinding together delightfully.

It had been a delicious afternoon, and the night promised to be even better, especially when he thought about Boadicea and her cherry ready and eager to be popped. His massive shaft twitched happily at the thought, pushing against the fabric of his black jeans, and he flexed lightly, his muscles stretching the simple black t-shirt he wore. He walked past one of the tables covered in food and beverages and picked up a pizza cut, savoring it and thanking the sky for being able to enjoy any kind of food, in any quantity, without his spectacular physique ever being badly affected by it.One of the best things about being a divinity, for sure...

He looked down in the "amphitheatre", which actually was a few steps deeper down than floor level. Vesta and Elaine were already there, preparing the mega-screen for use. Vesta wore high-heeled boots, form-fitting jeans ripped in several areas over the bulging muscles of her long legs and a black tank top cut high enough to almost put her underboobs on display. An open motorcycle jacket with the sleeves torn off completed her outfit, and Killer smiled at her with a wink. He was thankful for her choice: she had more revealing tank tops, but she had selected a conservative style to make Sylvia feel more at ease.

Elaine had settled for a spectacular dress of lucid leather that wrapped tightly over her perfect body, evidencing every muscle and every breath-taking curve. Long boots reached all the way up to the middle of her thighs, while a deep V neckline cut the front of the dress open all the way down to her navel, putting on display her powerful abs and enough firm, proud breasts-meat to make any woman jealous. She caught him staring and strolled a few steps towards him, pulling one foot up on one of the steps and resting one fist against her hip, teasing: "Like the dress...?"

"Love it, and everything it contains." Killer easily replied, before grinning as she pulled up the DVD case in her other hand, letting him see the cover: a photo of his cock dripping with blood and wrapped in crushed guts as it slowly pulled out of a devastated vagina, while other broken females were puddle onto white marble steps all around. It was the entrance to Ire's senate in the South, and Killer remembered that day well even after so many years. The movie was called "The king punishes his slaves" and it was a multi-DVD 48 hours marathon of rape, humiliation, destruction, violence and death in the streets of the world's most powerful and richest town. It was one of the most impressive movies he had ever realized and it was the one which had truly taken the world by storm because more than any other it had highlighted his power, showing how Ire was unable to stop him from turning the capital into his hunting ground. Not even the army was able to keep him at bay, and the world had trembled at the sight. He had become the world's most wanted criminal because of it and the movie had been banned and its cancellation had been ordered, but it was a laughable proposition. The movie ended up being probably the most downloaded video of all times and it had fueled the spreading of the KO tattoo worldwide. Literal temples had been built to honor him as a divinity and countless willing victims, both females and males, had written to him and sought him to offer themselves as toys for his pleasure. Many more had been so astounded by the movie that they devoted their entire lives to being his cuckolds, pouring their money into his pockets and begging him to take their daughters and wives. He regularly received their money still, and every time he opened his mail box it was flooded with mails of old and new worshippers who begged him to visit their homes and change their lives forever.

"Ferocious..." Killer commented, and Elaine grinned widely, nodding in agreement before purring: "I've never been able to watch it all. I cum my energies out long before the end."

Killer smirked at that, but then pointed a finger at the DVD case and said: "Hide it away until Sylvia is gone, okay...? Lock it inside your room."

"Sure, daddy." She easily climbed the few steps of the amphitheatre and walked past him with a smirk, her eyes glowing hungrily and suggestively in the dark and he couldn't help but shudder in delight at the sensual grace in the sway of her hips and at the fact that, was he to follow her into her apartment, she would gladly let herself be slammed into the wall, shackled and collared and chained and fucked into a broken, exhausted heap of meat.

Mriya walked out of her room just as Elaine stepped back inside hers, and Killer smiled at her, taking in the glorious sight of her wearing a black leather corset; a skirt cut short at the front and reaching down almost to touch the floor at the back and high heeled boots. She looked splendid and the breasts bulging out of the top of the corset took his breath away as she walked up to him to kiss his cheek. She had cut her hair short and curled them mainly to one side, and the bangs half-hiding one eye gave her an even more impressive look. She was a predator on the prowl... and Killer realized in that moment how much he looked forward to Mriya and Savannah fighting on the ring. The two competitive females got along very nicely as "sisters", but they both had a long list of flawless victories on the ring and were determined to see who between them was the real Invictus Victrix. It hadn't yet happened just because Savannah was pregnant. Her bulging belly had restricted her choice of clothing as well, suggesting the adoption of a flowing, long black dress with a deep back neckline showing off her muscular backside and breath-taking splits that let her glorious legs show through.

Killer smiled warmly when Diana walked out of her quarters, and he reached her to welcome her and talk a bit about her day. As Healer, she had often been the busiest people in the whole family, traveling from Hell to Heaven and to the Mortal Plane constantly, bringing help to warriors and civilians alike whenever there was a battle. He admired her unwavering dedication and her seemingly infinite reserve of energies that kept her going and going until she had saved all those who could be saved. Years of war had almost crushed her, however: she had rarely had any sleep or time for herself, despite all his recommendations and prayers to take care of herself first. Without the godlike energies he had pumped into her in making her his Disciple, she would have consumed herself like a candle... and even with all that force pumping in her veins, she had started to lose muscular tone and weight because she had used so much of it to heal even the worst wounds, those that normally would have been fatal. She had pushed the art of healing to heights never before imagined, effectively overtaking the Archangels that had once been her bosses. She had not wanted any formal title or ceremony; it just happened. Raphael, the Arkangel of Healing, whose name meant "God Heals", had accepted that her powers went far, far past his own and had silently taken a step back, becoming her assistant and second in command. Zachariel, helper of mortals, the angel tasked with easing the passing and leading worthy souls towards Heaven, also helped her, although he continued to have huge troubles in carrying out the main task entrusted on him by God, because the Reapers still refused to obey the law. Until Satan had been in charge of the Underworld, the Reapers had seemed to be working for him, dragging all souls down to Hell to reinforce the army of demons, regardless of whether the fallen deserved punishment or not. With the fall of Satan, Killer had hoped to see the Reapers surrendering to the old Law and resume normal service, but it was clear that it was not going to be that simple: now souls simply vanished, dragged to some unknown destination. They did not reach Heaven and they did not reach Hell. Thanathos, God of Death, was nowhere to be found and it was clear that the Reapers were feeding him directly will all the souls they managed to collect. Thanathos, already a fearsome enemy, was probably using those souls to increase his powers ahead of the final battle, and Killer had to be ready to face him when the time came.

The destruction of Hell's armies and the monstrous increase in Killer's powers had ground the war to an uneasy temporary ceasefire which had, among other things, saved Diana from collapse. With the battles now far less frequent and less devastating, she and her Healers had been able to stabilize the situation. With the endless flood of casualties shrunk down to a trickle, Diana had finally been able to rest. She had crashed out immediately after examining Killer and Alexis and the others after the final battle against Satan. She had visited them all, one by one, and then had retreated into her new room in the Spire and had slept for the following two days.

She had gone back to work in earnest that morning, to find out how the exact status of healers and infrastructure across Hell, and Killer would have preferred to see her taking things a bit slower than that. He was reassured, however, by the radiance of her smile and by the vivacity of her gaze, her unique ruby eyes glinting with affection as she saw him approaching. The long sleep had been enough to erase the signs of exhaustion that had begun to fill her face with wrinkles and her musculature was back in full shape already. Diana was nowhere near as bulky as Alexis or Ira, but had a very strong, extremely toned build, with hard, chiseled muscles which possessed surprisingly enormous strength. He spotted the large veins on her biceps standing out in full evidence, and she smiled when she caught his gaze, tilting her head to the side a little as she explained: "I made some space in my schedule to hit the gym with Mriya and Elaine this evening. That's why they are pumped."

Killer smiled in appreciation and she distended her arm at her side, smirking as she flexed it to show off the chorded, perfectly chiseled muscles in full glory. "It is still kind of scary to think that we are using weight plates made of compressed solar systems..."

"Alexis scanned them for life forms, and said there were none." Killer reassured, before leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her lips. Her tongue immediately raced forwards to meet his and wrestle against it for a few long moments as he wrapped his huge arms around her and she hugged him at the waist. She bit lightly into his lower lip and ground forwards with unusual aggressiveness, and Killer slid his hands down her back to squeeze into her firm, perfect buttocks, pushing her back against the door to her room as they both let out hungry, low growls. Killer looked down into her eyes with affection and surprise, and she blushed a little, pulling slowly back and pushing one long bang of hair out of her eyes.

"It is so nice to see you full of energy and so lively again! You had me concerned, you know..." Killer softly said, and the goddess gave a little nod before admitting: "I badly needed some rest. I overextended myself."

"You've saved countless lives, and there will never be a way to thank you properly for it; but I wish you were more generous to yourself. You sacrifice too much for the good of others... you always have." Killer gently said, and the goddess smiled warmly at that, squeezing him gently around the waist before replying: "I appreciated your concern. Even when I grumbled and huffed at your warnings, I always knew you were genuinely concerned for me, and I am always grateful for it."

"Thank gods!" Killer amusedly commented, and then he took a look at her outfit, smirking and letting out a little whistle in appreciation, tilting his head to the side in surprise at her choice.

Her black-furred form was unusually scantily clad, with just a bikini made of white leather, topped by a shoulder-less dress that was actually a white net of criss-crossing white laces, which extended down almost to the middle of her strong thighs. Her cleavage was gloriously displayed, with the laces tightly adhering to the large slopes of her breasts, and her abs could be seen quite clearly as well, and her mighty shoulders were left bare, proudly marked by her tattoos. High-heel sandals, also of white leather and silvery steel, reached up to above her ankle, while her legs were bare and on full display. She had trimmed her hair at a medium length, and combed the big bangs mostly to one side, forming almost a horse-mane on top of her head and down the back of her neck. It gave her a whole different aura of decision, strength, and predatory instinct. "You look splendid." Killer gently said, before playfully asking: "Feeling frisky...? You usually prefer... a different style."

"Feeling very much frisky, yes." Diana confirmed, leaning up to lick his cheek. "I've been surrounded by nothing but suffering and death and wounds to heal for all this time, and I want to enjoy this night in every way. I needed the change of pace."

"And I welcome it." Killer gently said, hugging her tightly, before asking about her job, which he knew all too well was always on her mind, even in that moment. He knew she'd appreciate his interest, and he needed to stay in touch with Hell's situation. "So, how was your first day in the new Hell...?"

"Amazing in some ways, horrible in others. For example, I'm stunned by the changes that Ira set in motion in just a couple of days. Order is rapidly being restored, and fear of her and your power is just part of it. She's actually building a novel kind of order." Diana quietly said, looking across the room until she found Ira in the distance, raising a hand to salute her. "She truly is the perfect leader for this place... but she and we will have to go through a lot of work to fix this mess. The more we look around, the more problems surface. Today I've discovered just how dramatically short of Healers the Underworld is. The old Healers were obviously sent to war along with the demonic legions and the vast majority did not return from the battlefield. New healers have not been trained for a while: apparently Satan did not consider them important enough to warrant investment. A lot of invaluable knowledge has been lost, and the schools of healing magic have been abandoned. It won't be easy to recover from this disaster."

"The legions of clones were never short of Healers, though..." Killer observed, surprised and alarmed by her report, and Diana made a bit of a grimace at the mention of the clones, but nodded in acceptance.

"They prepared a digital database of healing spells, rituals, procedures and medical knowledge, including mortal technology and techniques, and loaded it into all of the Spirit devices. All clones could thus act as healers for each other between a battle and another... their abilities are a bit crude, but still effective." She paused and sighed, shaking her head slowly before continuing: "I don't like it one bit, but I don't see alternatives in the short term: I'm going to ask Ira to let me activate some clones, to use as Healers across Hell. Too many towns are without any medical presence. After that, I also want to ask Vesta to help me transform some Spirit devices we found intact... maybe add a visor to them, and turn them into a wearable augmented-reality device to assign to new trainees. I wouldn't know where to start, but I'm sure she can do that and more."

"For sure." Killer easily agreed. "Sounds like good ideas to me. Let's go talk to them."

Killer accompanied Diana to the other two females, and in mere minutes a plan was fleshed out. His presence was clearly not required, and so he excused himself and welcomed Athena and Joy, who had come all the way from Kesteven, in the mortal plane. Killer had wanted them present, because in some ways they were the starting point of his new life, and his attempt at redeeming himself.

One by one, the other girls came out of their rooms, all dressed to impress even though most had selected a rather casual style. With their prodigious bodies, they looked stunning no matter what clothes they chose, in any case.

Killer welcomed them all and went from table to table, spending time with the various little groups that formed as they talked of this or that. Inevitably, war was a recurring argument, but for the first time in a long while the atmosphere was relaxed and most of the discussions were about past battles, not future ones. Mriya and Elaine spent a lot of time talking to Pamela and the other Praetorians about the next steps in their training and in their initiation to take their place in the special guard, and Savannah joined them. Even Boadicea ended up listening to Pamela, and when Killer walked up to them he was reminded in no uncertain terms that Mriya and Elaine were ready and eager to fulfill one of the Praetorian's duties: serve as his sex slaves. Mriya and Elaine were determined to follow on Savannah's lead, and they made it all too clear by stroking the zebra's bulging belly, their eyes burning with lust and eagerness as they gazed at him in a way that made his loins burn. He had not even tried to dissuade them: they were well past that point. He did however sought a way out of their very effective teasing as they tried to make sure that their turn would come that very same night. The arrival of Anubis, clad in his lightweight armour and with a cloak on the left shoulder, and a very anxious Lucifer at his side, gave him the perfect chance to slip away. He met them at the door, hugging his son and then squeezing the fallen angel's hand.

"I'm glad you could make it here. Ira tells me that you are continuing to be of great help." Killer kindly said, and the demon smiled but couldn't quite find the words for a reply, his eyes wide open as he admired the liger's powerful musculature, so perfectly evident through the simple black t-shirt.

The silence stretched on for a ridiculously long time as the demon ogled the massive male from head to toe while continuing to mechanically shake the liger's much larger hand. Killer only smirked in amusement, curious to see how long it would take for the fallen angel to snap out of his tranche, and Anubis rolled his eyes and then turned to hug his sister, pretended not to have noticed Lucifer's state.

Mriya was not as courteous, however, and she grinned in amusement before finally casually observing: "Dad always fills up shirts in a very nice way..."

Her observation finally snapped Lucifer out of his tranche, and the fallen angel coughed embarrassedly and hurriedly let go of Killer's hand, before awkwardly agreeing: "The Emperor is always an impressive sight, and a dominant presence."

"We are between friends. No formalities." Killer easily reminded, and the demon cleared his throat and nodded, while his cheeks burned crimson. In a moment it looked like they would start to glow in the soft darkness as he stared at Killer's massive, bulging bicep as the liger wrapped one arm around his son's shoulders, pulling Anubis against his side.

"And thanks to you, Anubis. Your patience and generosity is our biggest asset right now, as we try to piece three worlds back together. I could never do what you do, Nubi. It makes me proud of you." Killer said, and the younger male bowed his head forwards, smiling softly as he thanked him for the kind words.

"I'll need you to put in extra hours!" Ira exclaimed, and Anubis made a grimace, his shoulders slumping as he gave her the "please, kill me" look... but then he sighed, and a smile spread on his muzzle as everyone laughed. "I'm always glad to help, Ira. It's just that my mind is already crammed full of petty demands, stories and political games coming from Heaven's nobles. You wouldn't believe just how poisoned Heaven is, strangled by all sorts of political games."

Oh, actually I hear you loud and clear." The cobra muttered, making a grimace as she recalled everything she had seen as a Seraphim. Then she smirked in entertainment as she adds: "Join me tomorrow in the throne rooms, and I'll show you how much work we have ahead of ourselves if we are to sort out the mess of clans, nobles and their plots that still burden on Hell even now, even after so many families have been wiped out."

"It'll be... instructive." Lucifer agreeably offered, and Anubis made a bit of a grimace before nodding and promising: "I'll be there."

"Great! But now let's forget everything about the job, or it'll ruin the night for everyone." Ira remarked, and the young male was all too happy to agree, before Mriya wrapped her arms around his and pulled him to the side, grinning as she teasingly enquired: "Will you stay when dad's movies start playing, too...?"

Killer turned to the side almost imperceptibly, listening to his son and daughter with curiosity, and he heard Anubis replying: "Dad needs no help in keeping all of you girls under control... but it would be a shame, and an act of rudeness, to leave just when things get really going."

Mriya kissed his cheek in cheerful approval, and Killer himself smirked, proud of his son. Their characters were very different in many ways, but that only made him respect and admire his son all the more; but admittedly at times he was worried by how measured Anubis's sex drive appeared to be.

What Killer did not realize was that judging anyone's sex drive on the basis of his own was always going to make everyone else look like a bunch of monks. Anubis actually had a more than healthy sex life, which would have made any porn star record look tame and childish. He had started considerably later than his father, but that was only because Killer had always been exceptional.

And then, finally, the massive door of the hall opened again, pushed from outside by two of the Gigataur guards, and Katy walked in, accompanying her mother Sylvia, who kept her head high and her gaze as stout as she could even though she couldn't help but look around at the tall, muscular goddesses all around. They towered so high above her that she couldn't possibly avoid feeling intimidated despite the smiles and welcomes they offered her. Any of those superior beings could have incinerated her with one idle thought, or crushed her underfoot like a bug, so her fears were understandable. What was impressive was how firm, proud and determined Sylvia managed to appear, despite all, even in such an occasion.

She was a mere Benevolent amongst a new breed of mighty divinities, so she was outmatched in every way, but nobody could have thought of her as a weak being: what her body did not possessed, her spirit had in spades. Killer admired her for it, and he realized that it was part of why he had been attracted to her in the first place.

Sylvia had wrapped her beautiful body in a flowing dress decorated by intricate lace designs that she had no doubt sewn all by herself. Her hair was collected in a long ponytail running down her back, her arms bare. Her cleavage was enticingly displayed, but not as liberally as that of Elaine, Mriya or any of the others. Splits in the long skirt allowed her nice legs to stand out as well, but still in a rather conservative way.

Katy wore her usual style of mini lace skirt and corset, and seeing her at her mother's side allowed Killer to appreciate just how much the little kitten had grown up in a relatively short timeframe. She towered over her mother by such a margin that Sylvia had to look up just to see her navel. Yet, amusingly enough, Katy still allowed her mother to lead the way and decide the rules. Strength, obviously, did not matter in their relationship.

Killer walked forwards to welcome them, smiling warmly at both and tilting his head slightly to the side as he said: "I'm glad you decided to come along, Sylvia."

"Is this going to turn into an orgy...? If you called me to show off what your cock can do to a bunch of goddesses, I'm not going to stay." The cat grumbled, and Katy squeezed her shoulder lightly, countering: "No, mom, I told you. Just a quiet, funny night for friends. Now that Hell is safe, we finally have some time to spend all together."

"I promise, Sylvia. You will enjoy the night." Killer quietly offered, and the woman finally grudgingly accepted, looking up at him and awkwardly said: "Thanks for inviting me, then."

"You are always welcome, Sylvia. You can have an apartment right next to Katy's if you want. Really, the offer is always valid. We are glad to have you around." Killer easily said, but Sylvia ignored him, looking over the vast room, that she had never wanted to visit before, and over the Disciples talking and laughing and eating at the various tables or at the bar bench. Her face betrayed some embarrassment at acting so rudely, even though Killer had done such monstrous things to her in the past. Being rude just wasn't in her nature.

"They are all surprisingly more... clothed than expected." Sylvia idly observed, with the tiniest hint of approval in her voice, and Katy patiently remarked: "I told you, mom. It's alright."

And those doors lead into private apartments for everyone...?" Sylvia inquired, and Katy nodded before pointing at one door, explaining: "That's my apartment. Elaine and Mriya are right next to it, and Savannah's is that other door. We wanted to be stay close, even though each apartment is truly a private little kingdom."

"Uhm. I guess the promiscuous stuff happens right here in the hall, then." Sylvia observed, and Killer winced a little, thinking of what, if anything he could say against that... but Katy pre-empted him and without any hesitation confirmed: "When the girls and Killer feel like it, yes, it happens in here."

Sylvia looked surprised by that admission, and the shock left her confused and searching for words, but Katy silenced her by adding: "And there really isn't anything wrong with it, mom. None of the girls is here against her judgment. If you spent any amount of time here you'd see that things routinely start off from us girls, not from Killer."

"Have... have you...?" Sylvia enquired, and Katy looked at Killer, smiling at him a little as she thought back to how she had sucked his cock, tasted his precum, tasted his semen, bathed in it... how she had greedily swallowed his piss, even. For a moment, Killer swallowed, expecting her to tell Sylvia about it all... but the angel shook her head instead, and quietly said: "Not yet, mom." It was true, at least in part. They hadn't enjoyed sex together yet, and her virginal little hole was still tight and fresh and sealed. Before Sylvia could even begin to feel relieved, however, Katy firmly added: "But don't waste time hoping. It'll happen soon. I've taken my choice and I'm not going back. You can accept it or waste time complaining about it."

Killer swallowed thickly, amazed by the determination in the angel's voice and eyes, and Sylvia gaped in shock at her daughter's words, before she turned to glare at Killer... but her eyes widened in surprise.

"You... you didn't know she... she'd say that..." Sylvia hesitatingly observed, surprised by his evident anxiety, and Killer shook his head slowly.

"He did not know. I didn't tell him. I wanted you to see that this is my free choice, and nothing else." Katy explained, and her voice was full of affection and yet, at the same time, merciless in its steely determination. Sylvia looked up into her eyes, gauging whether she was sincere or not, and Katy fearlessly stared back, giving her a soft smile, half-sad and half-amused, before remarking: "Sorry, mom. I know you don't approve... but I hope you'll come to see things my way one day. Soon. This is a decision I took on my own; daddy did not push me in any way, and always kept a distance, enough to let me put order in my own ideas and feelings."

"He did push you, by being around you. By having you spend time here, in this misogynist harem of his." Sylvia bitterly retorted, but Katy serenely shook her head and said: "I know what it looks like. The collars, the tattoos... but none of it was forced upon anyone. Everyone here made free choices, and you should accept that, by now: you have talked to Ira, to Vesta, to Manticora... What did they all tell you?"

Sylvia shifted uncomfortably at that, and she could come up with no good reply, so she just turned away from her daughter, while her face spasmed a bit as she did her best to fight back tears. Killer nervously rubbed his hands together, shifting his weight from foot to foot, unsure of what he should be saying and doing, feeling embarrassed and sorry for everything that had happened. He hated the sight of the sadness in Sylvia's expression, and when tears began to swell up his heart sank in a cold puddle.

"Sylvia, I'm sorry, I really am. I've done and I'm doing all I can to change and be a better person. I will never be able to truly shake off some aspects of myself, and I certainly can't correct the past, but... please, do know this: I'm sorry." Killer finally said, even though he was painfully aware of how little comfort his words could bring in comparison to the pain his actions had caused. He had tried to help Sylvia locate her lost loved ones in both Hell and Heaven, since she had tried for years on her own but without any success, but the results had been so terrible that he wished he had never put forward the proposal: they had discovered that her mother was an Insatiable and had no memory of her long lost daughter, but only of the rapist that had taken both of their lives. Sylvia had barely glanced at the demoness, who was not interested in her in the slightest, and then she had left in a hurry, never to visit again.

Her father had become a hybrid demon of Lust and Wrath, little more than an insane beast that Hell had thrown against Heaven's defences. He had died at some point during the war, and there had been no chance to find out exactly when, where and how. Her boyfriend, who he had abandoned alive but insane with terror, had taken his life a mere two days later, they discovered. He had ended up in Hell as well, so utterly demolished by the experience to turn into a cuntboy succubus. He too had been destroyed, torn apart by some irascible clients in the nightclub where he worked, down in the Hell of Lust.

It had been a complete disaster, although thankfully it hadn't worsened things. Sylvia had been horrified by the fate of her loved ones, but had at least appreciated his efforts. Without his contacts and power over both realms, she would have never found out, and doubts would have tormented her for eternity.

She looked at him silently, her eyes full of sadness, and as the silence stretched on Katy gently nudged her along and softly said: "Come, mom. There are a few persons I'd like to introduce to you." She smiled to Killer and whispered: "See you later", and Killer awkwardly reciprocated, giving Sylvia what he hoped would come across as a gentle and welcoming smile. He watched as they walked along the edge of the staircase leading down to the amphitheater's sofa, then he sighed dejectedly and pulled up at a nearby table, picking up a glass of whisky.

Gaia smiled supportively at him from across the table, and Vesta bumped her hip against his before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, squeezing gently. "Didn't go too well, huh...? But it didn't go badly either. With your past history, having gotten this far is already impressive." The queen of Seraphims offered, and he found that he couldn't really disagree with her. She smiled knowingly, then kissed his cheek and added: "Katy understands you and loves you. She knows and trusts the daddy that you are today. Just be patient, and keep them safe. Let them have the space and time they need, and Katy will get her mother to see the new you and leave the past behind. She is a clever girl with a huge heart, you know that... and she can do great, great things."

"That's for sure." Killer agreed, before gazing towards the door as the Gigataur guards brought several large and soft blankets that Savannah, Mriya and Elaine retrieved and carried down to the sofa. He tilted his head curiously to the side, and Gaia smirked before pointing a finger at the archways leading onto the balcony. He followed her indication and almost recoiled in surprise as he saw gale force winds blowing snow almost all the way up against the glass panels. "We thought you'd appreciate snuggling under the blankets with us, watching a movie, while the cold world is locked outside..." Gaia softly explained, and Killer shook his head slowly in amusement.

"You know I will, but... snow in hell...?" He laughed a bit, and Gaia gazed at him with curiosity until he explained: "It's a mortal saying. When mortals want to imply that they will never, ever do something, they often say "it'll snow in Hell before it happens!". Now Hell is freezing over, and it is amusing to think of all those exclamations..."

"You are changing the world, Killer. You are kicking off a whole new Era, so I think it is actually fitting." The goddess of Nature easily replied, while the other goddesses noticed the snow and walked up to the windows to admire the unique spectacle. Killer spotted Sylvia and Katy standing near Boadicea, and he saw the sharkess and the feline talking and trading occasional nods. Their history was somewhat similar: both females had been badly hurt, although in different ways, by Killer's past actions and now they were sharing their stories and their thoughts and feelings about him.

He swallowed a bit, nervously wondering whether Sylvia would be softened by Boadicea's tale... or if instead the sharkess could end up regretting opening up to her father. Katy was smiling, however, so he tried to tell himself that everything was going to be okay, and he picked up a handful of chips, one of his guilty little pleasures, together with pizza.

Alexis kissed his massive shoulder and then leaned lightly into his side, wrapping her arm around his waist while picking up a large cut of pizza from the table. She looked absolutely spectacular, wearing an alternative version of her imperial dress, this time with a corset that left her lower back and abs bare while wonderfully extolling her prodigious breasts. A rich, heavy black belt was worn loosely over form-fitting leather pants that underlined the power of her muscular thighs and the perfection of her curves, and soft veils of darkness with edges of solid light flowed behind her, reaching down to the floor without hiding the planets that orbited slowly around the high heels of her open-toe boots. She kissed his cheek, and he turned around to meet her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss... and when it finally broke she smiled and offered the tip of her cut of pizza, looking on in entertainment as he bit it off, before she took her own bite.

"I brought along someone." She finally announced, and he looked back to see Sekhmeth standing a couple of steps behind, her muscular arms crossed under her huge breasts, a wide grin on her muzzle as her eyes glowed in the darkness. She wore a dress made of countless straps of white leather held closed by sturdy steel clasps: one large belt covered her nipples, even though her great boobs seemed about to snap the leather strap apart, and other belts covered some of the huge swells, before others criss-crossed over her chiseled abs. Other belts formed a loincloth with a long flap which extended down past her knees, while other belts covered part of her sensual hips. Her legs were mostly bare, but the straps of her high-heeled boots reached up to the knees. "Thanks for inviting me, stud." The black-furred lioness said, spreading her arms and walking up to him. "Thanks for coming." He easily replied, hugging her to his chest and finding that her dress left her powerful, muscular back bare and on display. His hand slid down her spine and she smirked, flexing for him so he could feel every great mountain of muscle and each deep valley of strength.

"Always a pleasure to visit, handsome. My home is comfortable, but it gets lonely... even more so now that there actually is a male with the power to make my pussy drip at first thought." The lioness softly said, teasingly kissing the side of his neck while her hands slowly slid under his shirt, rubbing over his massive muscles. "A real god... a real conqueror."

Killer couldn't help but smirk a little at that, but nonetheless he lightly pinched one of her shoulders, whispering: "Keep it civil, Sekhmeth, please. I have some guests I don't want to embarrass and scare off."

The goddess sighed theatrically, but then she tilted her head to the side with a smile and a little nod. "Alexis and Elaine told me... But they also suggested that there will be... a second half to this night, a lot more eventful."

"That's the plan." Alexis confirmed, smirking from over her goblet of champagne. Sekhmeth nodded in cheerful acceptance, then rapidly gazed over the crowd of goddesses, until she spotted Sylvia, who was by far the smallest and least impressive presence in the room, despite her undeniable beauty. "Oh, I see now..." The lioness mused, but before Killer could say anything or reprimand her, she turned back to him and teasingly licked his cheek before picking up pizza and a goblet of champagne from the table. She gazed sideways at him still, however, and she spoke in a low, accomplice, sensual voice: "It is enough for me to think of you and my juices start running. There never was another male who had the same effect on me, you know...?" She paused and took a couple bites of pizza, murring in appreciation at its taste, before resuming: "I'm sure you can understand me, Alexis... I've met a lot of big, bad males in my long life, and used the biggest in the bunch. Some of the gods I've met were powerful, but uninteresting. Some were too soft, some were annoying. Some were scared by a female like me, who has high demands and won't settle for second-best offers. I'm a high-maintenance machine... even the biggest ones never lasted for long."

Alexis grinned in entertainment at that, and gave a little nod. Of course, Alexis had ascended to godhood only recently, so her past toys had been mortals, but she had always predated on the very best pieces of meat... and had always moved on to better preys over time. With Killer she had not just found love, but also a male who could tame her, something that no one else had ever remotely began to do.

"Elelyon was the most powerful god I'd ever met, before you arrived. But he never lighted any kind of flame in me, unfortunately... Old Elelyon never had any sex drive, to start with. Too flawless and holy and spiritual for that... and while he is powerful, he is not physically imposing. You must have seen the statues... slender, almost thin. Not my kind of male: I'm a big girl, and I have big needs." Sekhmeth explained, winking at the huge male and licking her lips slowly, scooping up droplets of champagne as she lowered the glass. "You are the real god, the real male. You have the physique, the cock, the balls, and the attitude. Elelyon would have never punished Satan like you did: he always was too good."

"There is nothing wrong in being a good person. I often wish I was one." Killer quietly countered, but the lioness tilted her head dismissively to the side and replied: "You are more than good enough, I say. Being too good is actually bad: Elelyon was too permissive to too many people, and we're all paying the price for it." Alexis gave a little nod of agreement and Killer had to admit that he had no counter-argument to that observation. He had thought the very same thing many, many times over the course of the war. Too many questions had been left unsolved; too many enemies unpunished and emboldened while friends were left to doubt their choices. Sekhmeth seemed to read his thoughts in his eyes because she smiled and suggested: "I'm pretty sure that Elelyon himself would behave differently if he had a chance to go back."

"Perhaps." Killer admitted, before the dark lioness shot looks in either direction before stepping forwards, leaning into him and grabbing the enormous bulge in his pants with both of her hands, hefting the ponderous package with a murr of delight. "You are the master and the owner. You are a beast that measures the power of his thumb in dozens of divinities... and I'm here to help you grow even greater. There is still untapped potential within you, and together we will ensure it all comes to the light, so that every other god will either bow or perish, burned out of existence by your mere gaze."

"Sekhmeth..." Killer patiently began, but before he could add anything else she pushed a finger gently against his lips and leaned closer to whisper: "Don't you want to be the strongest, the most powerful being to ever exist...? You have that power, and you only need to bring it out."

"I want that, but..." Sekhmeth grinned and interrupted him again, kissing his lips hungrily and squeezing into his massive package before teasingly growling: "There is no but. You don't want to disappoint your queen, do you...?" The lioness wrapped an arm around Alexis's shoulders, and even though she said nothing, her eyes glowed sapphire in the dark, burning with hunger and anticipation. Killer knew that his own eyes had the same unquenchable flame in them. "You are hunters. Lions. Don't concern yourselves with the opinion of sheep." Sekhmeth urged, and she let go of Killer's bulge, moving back a little as her expression changed, becoming more serious. "Especially because, even as strong as you now are, you aren't yet in a position to defend us against the horde of angry divinities that are coming to take away your kingdom and your strength. We need you at your very best... and you are not there yet."

"We'll get there in time for the big clash." Alexis said, grinning at him, and he smirked back, loving her complete confidence and her endless hunger. The lioness smiled as well, but insisted: "Sure you will. It's been a few days since our last training session, stud. Enjoy this night, because tomorrow we'll have work to do. I've procured a few eager contestants you can grapple with in the arena."

"I'm sure it'll be a blast." Killer replied, grinning slightly. He could not deny that he enjoyed the fights in the lioness's special arena. They were exhausting, they were bloody, they were dangerous, they had no rules and no limits. He had to fight for his life, as the gods he faced were determined to rip into his body to steal away his secret: his ability to grow stronger apparently without limits. By fighting in the arena he helped keep the world safe, as he took down some of the many divinities that were getting closer and closer to earth, even though Satan was no longer broadcasting his call to arms. And those clashes allowed him to test himself and push his limits, and they had always resulted in him becoming stronger, or at least in him learning to successfully control more of his energies, so he was eager to have another go. His hunger for power had always been endless, and that hadn't changed: he was trying hard to use his power for the greater good, but what was never in question was that it was HIS power. Still, he nudged the lioness towards the table and filled her glass with champagne, encouraging her to just enjoy the night.

With the exception of his worries about Boadicea and Sylvia, the evening proved delightful. He finally had a chance to spend some time with all of his loved ones, exchanging a few words, eating together, drinking, joking, and even flirting playfully. He enjoyed the atmosphere, the food, the snow falling outside, the dancing light coming from the fireplace and braziers, and he even tried his hand at dancing with Alexis and then with Mriya, Elaine and Ira. He hadn't danced in a ridiculous number of years, and even then he had only been trained, literally, in classic dances such as waltz. It had been part of his education as a prince, but amusingly enough he had little to no experience of nightclub dance floors. He had been to tons of clubs in his life, but dancing had rarely been required: he had always been quick in finding his prey and bringing them into a dark corner, onto a table, in the alley on the back or in the bathrooms. Sometimes he had been on stage, stripping to awe females that he later used and often abused, but even that came down to letting his physical superiority to do the job for him. He had never learned any particular move. His girls had guided him with their natural grace and with their predatory instinct.

Finally, they had walked down to the sofa and sat comfortably, side by side, sprawled on the huge couch. Alexis had snuggled in Killer's lap, and Mriya had curled up against his side, with Elaine right next to her, while on his other side he had wanted Katy and her mother. Sylvia had been hesitant at first, but her daughter had convinced her and then she had covered them all with a blanket. The others formed snuggled up in groups all along the couch, and for the following hours the world ceased to worry them, as they just watched movies and laughed together. Inevitably, with who they were and what they did for a living, watching actions movies generated all sorts of amused comments on the tune "been there, done that", and other observations about how this or that stunt actually weren't much of a sensation. The super-serious, super-dramatic action movies turned into more of action-filled comedies, but that wasn't important: what mattered was that it was fun.

Sylvia was stiff and nervous for much of the first movie, constantly looking around herself, staring at the majestic goddesses and then at the huge male, fearing that, at any moment, she would find herself trapped in a middle of an orgy, powerless to defend herself, small and vulnerable, a toy for the god's cruel hungers. His cock had been enormous when she had first met him. It had demolished her lithe body, and destroyed her life... and he was so much bigger and so much stronger now. She couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock must look like at that point. She was terrified that the male's huge arm, wrapped affectively around Katy's shoulders, would reach over and grab her. It would have been so easy for the titan that had raped the whole of Hell, literally, into submission... Whenever Killer lightly shifted position in the couch, Sylvia recoiled away from him with a gasp, before slowly calming down again as Katy squeezed reassuringly on her hand, and Killer offered her apologetic smiles that he tried to make as amiable as he could.

The goddesses, with kindness, pretended not to notice her panic, not even when she recoiled hard enough to bump into them: Vesta had taken position at her side and she patiently put up with the far smaller female's fear, offering a few kind words every now and then. Sylvia still knew Vesta mostly by fame and by glory as the queen of Seraphims, and because of it she especially trusted the blonde goddess, cultivating an idealized vision of her personality. Vesta was immensely amused by it all, and she often wondered how the feline would react in finding out how messy, lustful and violent the queen of Seraphims could actually be behind the scenes, but in the meanwhile, as a favor to Killer and Katy, she played along, using her reassuring presence to soothe Sylvia's fears.

Before the first movie finished, the cat had largely calmed down, snuggled against her daughter's side and tightly wrapped up in the blanket. She spent all the time sitting in the vast couch with her knees propped up against her chest to shield her body from any unwanted attention, but for the rest she progressively relaxed, every now and then looking towards Killer in surprise as he just laughed and joked with the others, content with just resting there, with the blanked pulled up to just beneath the chin, his arms wrapped around Alexis's splendid body as she sat in his lap and rested back against his muscular chest, while Mriya leaned into his side. As time passed, Sylvia felt more and more at ease. During the second movie she managed to laugh out loud when Vesta made a comment about a fighting scene that had been meant to be incredibly dynamic and spectacular yet stopped well short of what the queen considered "a half decent brawl".

When the second movie eventually finished it was very late, and Gaia stretched, then stood up with a yawn to reach the fireplace and toss a large chunk of wood in the hill of embers still glowing in it. She could have used her powers to do it from the couch, but she rarely did trivial things in the "divine" way. Her move also silently signaled a break, and as the credits rolled they all stood up to go and fetch new drinks and some food. Lucifer and Sylvia, as was largely expected, took the clue and excused themselves, saying that they would leave and go to sleep.

Lucifer's cheeks were strangely flushed as he saluted Killer and bowed to him, and the liger followed him with his gaze as he expended several minutes thanking and saluting an embarrassed-looking Anubis, before finally walking towards the door. Elaine followed the fallen angel and Killer tilted his head curiously to the side, but try as he might he couldn't quite make out the words they exchanged, as too many other sounds filled the room. He saw, however, a DVD case passing from Elaine's hand to Lucifer's before the demon quickly hid it under his robes. Killer smirked, recognizing the enormous slab of black meat of his cock on the front; he had no clue which movie it was, as he had starred way too many and had never paid too much attention to the covers, but there could be no doubt about how Lucifer was going to spend the rest of the night. Killer wasn't sure if Lucifer had always preferred males or if he had completely changed his view of the world, but for sure the demon had grown completely obsessed with his massive body and the terrifying power it contained. And Anubis resembled his father enough to be just as astounding for Lucifer to admire.

Killer turned his gaze away and walked towards the nearest table, knowing full well what Elaine was commanding to Lucifer as she opened the door for him: "Bring it back to me tomorrow."

He plucked up a handful of chips and then filled his glass to clench his thirst while Katy and Sylvia exchanged a few words. He wanted to make sure to salute Sylvia on her way out, but the small female surprised him by coming up to his table, anxiously half-hugging herself even as she offered him a little smile. "Can I... can I talk to you for a moment?" The cat finally asked, and Killer was all too happy to oblige, but Sylvia quietly led him away from the crowd of goddesses, walking up to one of the archways that led onto the balcony. Katy did not follow them, only smiling encouragingly to him when their gazes met in midair. She watched from a distance, and Killer realized that it was all up to him.

Sylvia looked out of the window in silence, almost leaning her forehead against the cold glass as she admired the thick layer of snow that covered everything outside, turning the deckchairs into small white hills. Killer waited patiently, standing at her side while she reorganized her thoughts, and the others gave them ample berth, keeping the distances.

"Snow in Hell..." Sylvia finally whispered, after a long and, for Killer, awkward and heavy silence. "And a lot of it, too. I saw snow only rarely in Heaven, and had barely ever experienced it as a mortal. Ire is not exactly a snowy place, and my life... well, it wasn't long enough."

Killer opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't really sure what words he could even offer at that point. Saying sorry one more time wasn't going to be of any help.

"Of course, you can have it as soon as you wish. You make the rules. You change them; you write new ones and erase the old ones." The cat continued, and while her tone wasn't aggressive it definitely came with bitterness in it. "You know, Killer, it is not easy to hold a grudge against God. No matter how angry I get, how loud I scream, how much I bang my fists... you are stronger. God wins. God always wins. I lose. I always lose, and always will."

"Sylvia, I..."

"You have won again, by conquering Katy." Sylvia firmly said, silencing him. "I knew it would happen. I knew that one day you'd come to take my life once more in your hand, and that Heaven could not protect me. When you first visited us in Orion I began to count the days... I screamed and temper-tantrumed and tried to drive you away, but I never had a hope." She paused, then turned to look up at him, studying the surprise and confusion in his eyes for a long moment before saying: "But your visit was different from what I had expected. You didn't break into our house to rape Katy and me, to enslave me once and for all... No, you saved Katy; you paid our debts and scared away the loan sharks and everyone else who abused of our weakness. You took my abuse, bowed your head in front of my rage, and begged for pardon." She sighed and shook her head slowly. "It left me confused. It fed a part of me that still loves you and likes to dream of a you that doesn't exist... and it fed the other part of me in even greater measure, making me wonder obsessively about what you truly had in mind. Obviously, I told myself, he plans to make this a long, slow game... he will play with us, his food. He will let us walk into his jaws with our own legs..."

"It is not my intention, Sylvia..." Killer quietly said, but she carried on with her musings.

"You helped Katy realize her dreams. You brought her to Vesta. You made her happy, and kept her safe... so much so that she grew up, even though every Healer of Heaven had said she never would. And all this time I've waited to see the monster come out and destroy us." She paused, then turned around to look at the goddesses who talked and laughed and drank and ate in company, as a true family, as a bunch of true friends, and a little smile spread on her muzzle. "But it never came out. Instead, I've seen you saving Mriya, and I saw every moment of your suffering, or your torment as you feared for her life. I saw how much you truly care about your daughters. I've heard what you did for your Praetorians, and I talked to Boadicea as well. And this evening... well. This evening was wonderful."

Killer looked down at her in surprise, smiling softly, and Sylvia replied with a little smile of his own, while a mix of feelings populated her eyes with shadows. "This evening was truly nice... quiet, friendly, simple. Romantic, even, in its own way. And I know that there will be a second part to this night, one which will not be innocent as the first... You'll have Boadicea. You'll have Katy. You will win once more. But you know what...? I'm.... well, not fine with it, but... it is... It's what Katy wants. Hell, it is what every woman wants. I fell for your handsomeness and for your strength long before she did; and you are so much greater now than then... How can I ask her to resist? God wins." She paused, whispering those last two words again, and again, looking towards her daughter. "I know you will keep her safe. I know she is not just a toy to you... I know you love her. You win, but... maybe I don't lose, this time. If Katy is safe and happy, I'm happy as well."

"I want the both of you to be safe and happy. I want only the best for Katy, and for you as well." Killer assured, daring to squeeze lightly into her shoulder, and amazingly she did not try to run away from that contact, instead only smiling sadly as she asked: "Why couldn't it be so from the beginning, Killer...? Why couldn't our first time be like this? A night together... innocent at first, and then wild and ferocious and passionate, but without death. There was nothing I wouldn't do for you; I would have said goodbye to my boyfriend, wished him good luck and come along with you. I would have carried your children, as many as you wanted me to bear. I was yours from the very first moment I saw you. Why did you destroy me, my boyfriend, my family...? Nobody needed to suffer... you had already won."

"I know, Sylvia... and believe me, I regret doing what I did. I regret letting the beast lead me, without honor, without rules, without limits. But the past can't be changed... I can only try to fix the present." Killer replied, closing his eyes and bowing his head forwards, before the female tremblingly said: "I wasn't enough for you, was I...? I was just good enough to be used once. Just enough to let you display your strength and leave the world trembling in fear..."

"That's what I thought at the time." Killer sadly admitted. "Hell is full of Insatiables because for a long time I... refused to accept those weaker than me had rights of their own. I used a lot of people like they were just my toys. It is my sin, and it is not going to go away. I will lay down on the torture bed and let the Inquisitors punish me for it, but... not even I can go back in time and change what it was."

"Boadicea told me you said that... will you truly do it...?" Sylvia asked, looking up at him with a grimace of disbelief, before recoiling a bit as he just looked down at her with steely determination, nodding once.

"I had fun. There is a price to pay for that, and I'll pay it."

"You are crazy." Sylvia replied, shaking her head slowly, but a little smile spread on her face as she added: "And that must be part of why we all fall for your charm. With all you did to me, I should... want nothing more than see your dick cut off and stuffed in your own mouth, and yet... here I am. Talking to you, and almost feeling sorry at the thought of the Inquisitors coming for you."

"Once we find the right people to serve as Inquisitors, I'll be their first... customer." Killer quietly said, before smiling a bit as he added: "If you want, you can watch it happen, and direct them. If it can help make you feel any better..."

"I'll keep that in mind, but... I don't think I can stomach it." Sylvia quietly replied, gazing at him with surprise still at his decision. Her eyes then sought out Katy, who was talking to Pamela and the other Praetorians, a few meters away. "But... thanks for the offer, I guess. What really matters is that you keep Katy safe and happy. Please, do that. It's the only thing that matters."

"I'll always do everything that is in my power; everything it takes to ensure that Katy and you are safe, and happy." Killer promised, with all the sincerity and determination he possessed.

"And I think I believe it, now." Sylvia whispered, smiling at him for a brief moment before bitterly adding: "I shouldn't. A part of me says I shouldn't, and that I'm crazy just for staying this close to you and for listening to your words. But I can't help it... I think I believe your words. I fear the truth is that I've never ceased craving you, and needing you, and lusting for you. I might even love you. Even after all you've done to me... I still can't help it. I need you... and I'm jealous of my daughter, because she is getting what I've always dreamt for myself."

Killer looked down at her with a sad smile, his eyes full of regret and affection, and he again whispered: "I'm sorry, Sylvia. I ruined everything that could have been for us. But... we can still shape the present. And build a better future. You can move into your apartment here whenever you want. You can be one of us any time you want. Nobody will push you into doing something you don't wish to."

"I don't think I'm ready, but... maybe... one day." Sylvia quietly replied, before closing her eyes as she tried to accept and digest everything that had happened, and the awareness that Katy had made her choice and was never going to back away from it. Killer respected her inner struggle, silently standing at her side, his mind full of thoughts about the past, about the monstrous things he had done. Was he that much better than Satan, or Typhon...? He certainly wasn't any better in the past. But now, he tried to tell himself, things were different. He wasn't going to turn the world into just a plaything. He was going to protect life, rather than abuse of it.

And then, Sylvia once again gazed at her daughter while she hesitatingly asked: "How... how much bigger are you than... than that day...?"

"Are you sure you want to know that...?" Killer cautioned, and Sylvia swallowed thickly, ogling for an instant the monstrous bulge in his pants, feeling weak at the knees in front of such immensity.

"No, it's... better if I don't." Sylvia finally admitted, her cheeks flushed. "Just... be careful with Katy. She is not Alexis." She paused, then smiled slightly as she added: "Although she's been steadily growing taller and stronger. She is beautiful and strong, and she knows it, and she's training hard to improve even further. She is confident now, and she left her fears behind. And for that, I must... thank you. All my efforts could not take away her suffering at being stuck forever in the body of a baby girl, always incomplete, always vulnerable. You have given her a new life... and she's loving it."

"I wish I could have ended her plight earlier... it was my violence, and then my absence, which caused the problem in the first place." Killer calmly replied, before promising: "But now I intend to help her become what she truly desires to be. I'll help her conquer all what she might crave. I'll make sure my angel gets back everything she missed up to now."

"She couldn't have a stronger ally than you." Sylvia said, smiling, and he looked back with affection. It lasted for a few short moments, before the cat smoothed her dress and looked down with a flush, shifting awkwardly and finally announcing: "I... I should... leave. I'm just delaying... the next act."

"I don't like that you feel compelled to leave, Sylvia..."

"Thanks, but if I staid you'd feel compelled not to... carry on with the evening, and the girls, even Katy, would hate me for it." The cat easily replied, smiling in what was almost amusement, before she reached up to pinch into his abs across the shirt, her eyes glowing as she looked firmly up into his own. "But let me be clear on one thing: you made promises. Keep them. Keep her safe. Be gentle with her. Make her happy. Or, God or not God, I swear I will kill you."

"Sounds fair. I expected nothing less from you." Killer softly replied, and she gave him a little smile a nod before walking towards her daughter, hugging her tightly while the Praetorians withdrew a little to give them room and privacy. Sylvia took a few minutes to talk to her daughter, and Killer watched from afar, admiring once more the strength of the cat's character and of her motherly instinct. When Katy finally accompanied Sylvia to the door, the cheeks of the cat glinted with streaking tears, but at the same time she smiled. It was difficult for her, but as she kissed her daughter she was finally aware of just how determined and happy Katy was. She had accepted that truth.

Katy stood on the threshold for a long few moments, watching her mother walking down the long corridor until she vanished down the first ramp of the monumental staircase, and she listened to the distant steps for another moment before slowly closing the heavy doors. Killer walked up to her side and she smiled at him, hugging him tightly and burying her face into his massive chest, and he squeezed her with love, kissing her hair before gently reminding: "It doesn't need to be tonight, Katy. It doesn't need to happen at all, unless you really, really want it. You'll always be my beloved little angel, whatever you decide."

"Thanks, daddy... but my decision is made. I'm yours, and I will be your Praetorian, your shield, your weapon and your delight. I love you, dad, and being with you is what I desire." The young goddess replied, smiling lovingly at him and leaning up to kiss his throat... before she flushed a bit as she added: "But I think I'll let Boadicea go first. I... I am a bit scared, and I want to... see how she does it. You are so big...!"

"I'll be gentle." Killer reassured, kissing her lips before hungrily adding: "But, I'm sure you already know, your fear is a sweet addition for me."

"I know... and I'm glad for it. You like to intimidate us, poor little girls that we are, huh...? Well, let me tell you this: I'm trembling right now." Katy teased while they walked together back to the amphitheatre, his arm squeezing with affection around her shoulders, half-steadying her and half-enjoying how hard she shuddered. Boadicea waited for him with her arms crossed under her huge breasts, a little, eager smirk on her features and her eyes glowing with anticipation and hunger. Her tail swayed behind her, betraying some anxiousness, but her body almost crackled with energy and sexual tension, her hunger evident in every little flex of her musculature. Her hand held the heavy chain leash of Lilith, who waited on all fours on the floor, her head bowed so deep to almost touch the ground as Killer approached, her mouth ceaselessly singing his praise and praying him to use her as hard and cruelly as he saw fit.

Boadicea smirked as she caught Killer looking down at the thrall, and she announced: "I wanted mom and Satan to watch... to see me becoming yours. They do not deserve to see the one and only Master of Hell in action, but I count on your... generosity." The sharkess said, grinning widely before kicking lightly into her mother's boot, rocking her feet: Satan was locked inside a cage built in the space between the pillar-like high heel and the sole. A cold, tight, merciless prison where the defeated fallen angel was crying pathetically while his tiny body was sent flying from one end of the cell to the other, his back smashing into the massive steel bars, then his face and chest when he bounced hard in the opposite direction. He whimpered and hugged himself in miserable agony, but in the same moment Boadicea stepped forwards with a smile and spread her arms in welcome of Killer, and Lilith followed her, crawling on the marble floor. Each movement she made sent Satan bouncing painfully against the steel bars even as he did his best to brace, and Boadicea and Killer traded a smirk of dark amusement at the thought while she gripped his arm and slid forwards to lean into his massive frame. She kissed his cheek and half-accompanied, half-pushed him back to the couch, while Elaine and Mriya prepared the massive television and inserted the DVD.

Sekhmeth laid sprawled on the huge island at the end of the couch, propped up against a mountain of cushions, and one of her hands already sensually slid down the slope of one enormous breast as she hungrily said: "I've been told to expect a mighty, scary, bloody, messy display... Exactly my kind of stuff."

Killer sat down in the middle, as always, with Boadicea on one side and Katy on the other, and he shrugged with a smirk, replying: "I don't really know how the movie looks... I've never really watched them before. My only interest was in making them happen."

"I can assure you that you won't be disappointed." Elaine said, and the hunger was very evident in her tone as she walked back towards the couch and stood before her father, tall and spectacular, her hand sliding down between her huge breasts and lightly stroking the exposed abs as she drew his eyes towards the vast split in the front of her body-hugging leather dress, before seizing the zip and slowly pulling it down, opening that glove-like shell of red leather to reveal her naked, wonderful body. Her groin glinted with the wetness of her arousal, and as she pushed the tight leather pants down her legs she revealed rivulets of juice all over her muscular thighs. "I watched the first few minutes this afternoon, and this is the result... it has been playing in my mind all evening."

Sekhmeth licked her lips hungrily at that, before arching her back and stretching her legs up, showing off how long and powerful they were as she slowly pushed her own leathers out of the way, smirking teasingly at the huge male as she revealed large, blossomed black labia adorned with a succession of rings. She noticed his gaze and turned towards him with a smirk, spreading her powerful legs and using her fingers to stretch her passage wide open, letting him watch directly into her depths. "The greatest studs of this universe have been here... but none of them was able to conquer me. Each ring is for one of the few worth remembering... and re-using." The lioness shamelessly explained, tugging lightly at the golden and silver and steel rings... knowing her, the material is a mark for the male, not just a casual choice... "None of them was worth more than a few meetings. You've already outlasted all of them."

"I'm honored..." Killer amusedly commented, grinning as Lilith knelled before him and lovingly began to open all of the thick straps and belts that held his boots in place, finally removing them and putting them aside, moaning in pure bliss as he silently pushed his large foot into her face. She began to lick it clean, adoringly taking his heel in her hands to make him comfortable while she kissed and lapped, first one foot and then the other. And the huge male smirked down at Satan, the former king now smaller than a mouse and reduced to a scrawny, weak shape of bones and skin, with no muscle and little flesh to speak of. The demon was sprawled on the steel bars, weakly holding on to them, and his eyes glinted with tears of despair and rage and envy. He was screaming something, but his little squeals were too weak to be heard clearly and Killer just teasingly pushed one foot towards the cage, curling all digits but the big toe, using it alone to cast Satan into unforgiving darkness, and laughing as the microbe actually crawled from one end of the cell to the other, trying to get away from the ominous toe.

Sekhmeth licked her lips at that display, and she suckled her own hot juices off her fingers before teasingly sentencing: "That is the future of all so-called gods... cowering in the shadow of your toe. And I mean the little one." Alexis grinned and gave a little nod of approval at that, while Killer lazily dropped his foot down towards Lilith's heel just so they could all hear the terrified squeak from Satan... before he settled his heavy foot upon the demoness's head instead, pushing it down against the floor and shifting his weight on it for a moment as he stood up a bit from the couch to let Alexis and Mriya work on his belt. The two goddesses grinned and licked their lips as they began to yank his pants downwards, before their hands pushed under the waistband to haul his prodigious, thick shaft out into open air, until the colossal cock swung heavily down between his legs and then over the front edge of the couch, hanging down so much that it almost smacked the floor, the black flesh already bulging with a multitude of large veins. "I love you, I really do..." Sekhmeth teasingly breathed out, and Killer grinned and rested back in the sofa while the two goddesses struggled to get his immense balls next, squeezing them past the obstacle of the waistband to let them smash audibly on the couch between his thighs, the huge male letting out a small grunt of relief as they sprawled out and pooled under their own ponderous weight, pushing against his inner thighs and forming a sort of cushion for part of his mammoth shaft. "I bet this beast is part of it..." Alexis teasingly observed, hefting the colossal cock and resting it on top of her muscular arm, the fat head poking out over her shoulder while the massive girth rivaled her bulky musculature.

"Yes..." Sekhmeth hungrily hissed, slowly burying a couple of fingers inside her hot, wet hole as she looked down the immense length of cock while Mriya planted dozens of kisses down its vast side and Elaine rolled her hips and moaned while guiding the massive head against her black-fleshed folds, rubbing it in and smearing her hot juices all over it. "You'd have to take some of these boys and sum them together to match that..." Sekhmeth noted, tugging at the golden rings, before tilting her head to watch past Killer's bulk as Anubis stood up and allowed Vesta and Pamela to work over his own pants, until he let out a small grunt as his own monstrous black cock swung heavily down, smacking into the queen of Seraphim's head hard enough to make her reel. "And I see it runs in the family... fuck, boy, you do make your parents proud!"

"Thanks, lady Sekhmeth." Anubis easily replied, before resting his hands on his hips as the two goddesses immediately got to work, slurping noisily on the massive shaft and pumping it eagerly with their hands, admiring it as it majestically grew, swelling thicker and almost audibly drooping down longer with each hungry throb. Alexis smirked at her son and beckoned for him to come closer, until the two great males stood side by side, with the empress on her knees before them, her eyes glowing as she stroked their enormous cocks towards full, godlike mast, her lips wrapping around their girth in turns, while the other females offered their eager support.

"Oh, fuck... that is too much goodness for any poor female... what are we supposed to do in front of those monsters...?" Sekhmeth playfully asked, murring in delight as the two titanic cocks pointed at her, Anubis's one incredibly massive and heavy and potent and yet dwarfed by Killer's even greater goliath.

"Kneel and worship." Elaine easily replied, going down at Alexis's side and pushing her face in her father's colossal balls, licking them and seizing the great girth in her hands, pumping it eagerly and grinning when Killer grunted in pleasure and erupted an immense rope of thick precum which splattered audibly over Sekhmeth, drawing a river of potent virility across the couch, along one leg, over and into her open sex, all over her abs, breasts, from chin to hair and beyond.

"Oh, fuck... I've never been so full before..." Sekhmeth hungrily said, licking the thick batter off her lips while flexing her muscular body, allowing her sex to wink closed like a mouth, her passage swallowing down a huge load of thick pre, so massive that a rivulet of it leaked back out as soon as she relaxed. "Fuck, this is insane... your name should be Over-Killer."

"I didn't even get started yet..." Killer easily teased, leisurely stroking his immense length while Alexis, Mriya and Elaine shared the thick, heavy rope of oozing precum that dangled from it, while large drops splattered audibly over their bodies and the floor, where Lilith, whimpering in craving, slavishly cleaned up with her long tongue.

Anubis's expression betrayed a hint of awed envy for the sheer enormity of his father's virility, but Vesta hugged him from behind and leaned her head on his shoulder, winking at him and pumping his massive member with both hands, squeezing on his gigantic girth to milk him for precum and build up the pressure. "Come on, stud, show us your own firepower..." The queen teased, and Alexis grinned and squeezed his huge balls in her hand, making him grunt in surprise and delight, his back slightly arching as a colossal wad of his own precum fired out over Sekhmeth, draping her from toe to ears with a solid rope of life-giving batter. "That's it, stud!" Vesta encouraged, and Sekhmeth herself hungrily leaned into the flood and smeared the thick pre all over her breasts and abs, mixing father and son essences and watching in amusement as the aggressive, enormous sperms of the two males engaged in a vicious fight over her body. Killer's humongous beast-seeds were almost always victorious, with only the largest of Anubis's seeds managing to put up a fight at all, but the lioness was nonetheless left astounded by the young male's strength. "You clearly are your parents' son, Anubis... you are a fuckin' powerhouse."

"You are bigger and stronger than I was at your age, Nubi." Killer gently observed, even though it was somewhat stinging for him to admit it. Anubis had been born a divinity and had not been Sealed by envious and worried gods, so he had developed rapidly and immensely from the very start. "Back when this movie was made, you would have put me to shame."

"But not now, huh...?" Anubis playfully noted, and Killer sat down in the couch and smirked, replying with entertainment: "Not now. I love you dearly, Nubi, but I'm competitive and I like winning."

"You can drive each other to greater and greater heights of power... but at some point you'll have to remake all females into stronger and better servants, or we'll all end up crushed between you two..." Sekhmeth teased, sloppily fingering her black-fleshed sex, grinning as thick precum overflowed out of her whenever she buried her digits in.

"That's a competition I don't want to get into. Dad would always win." Anubis said, shaking his head in amusement as he sat down in the couch and grunted as Vesta sat down in his lap, grinding her wet sex against the base of his steel-hard shaft as it jutted out ahead of her like an obsidian pillar, both of her hands working up and down its prodigious length. The other goddesses stood up in turn and stripped out of their clothes, swaying their hungry hips in front of Killer's face, displaying the rivers of juice running down those mighty thighs and playing slowly with their great, firm breasts for him. When Elaine finally turned the DVD player on, all of the goddesses were naked and had their strong legs spread wide as they eagerly played with their soaked folds, their eyes going up to the screen as soon as the warning for extreme contents came on, telling them that they were going to see violence, gore, rape, destruction, impregnation, abortion, death, watersports and many others. A skull appeared on screen, with the warning "run if you can't stomach it", to which the goddesses replied with little grunts of hunger and anticipation... before the background, the street of a city, appeared around the bone... and then, out of nowhere, Killer's bare foot, stained crimson with blood, entered the frame and crushed the skull into a puff of white dust.

"Holy shit...!" Vesta happily squeaked, and Killer heard Katy's breath becoming a pant while Boadicea, on his other side, shifted a bit and let out a grunt of hunger, burying two fingers inside her passage, right down to the knuckles.

On screen, red letters appeared, looking like they were drawn with blood as they composed the words: "Not Fiction. Everything is real", before a long list of names began to fill the screen, red lines erasing them one by one. while the titles of the newspapers of that dark day flashed into sight, speaking of death, of massacres, of annihilation, of mayhem in the streets of Ire's capital, of army units brutally maimed and defeated and of the titanic, unstoppable strength of the monster who had single-handedly humiliated the entire nation. The camera slowly moved upwards along Killer's muscular leg, showing blood and gore splattered all over the massive muscles until his enormous balls came into view, filling the screen as they dripped with crimson fluids, before his majestic cock revealed itself, draped in crushed, maimed guts and dripping with a thick rope of precum. His muscular, powerful upper body was covered in blood as well, and he was idly chewing the remaining pieces of a woman. A dark, potent metal rift began to play and images and short sequences began to play out in time with the beating music, showing a succession of tight, trembling, frail pussies... and then, after a flash of crimson, images of the same holes now gaping absurdly wide, torn and bloody and overflowing with cascades of thick cum. Then other images followed, showing Killer's titanic shaft smashing its way into a screaming, kicking, delirious woman, blood squelching onto the camera with each mighty thrust, forcing the trembling cameraman to hurriedly clean the objective. The following change of scenery was accompanied by delirious howls as a bulging, deformed female braced as best she could against a wall that loudly cracked with the force of Killer's hard pistons into her body, one of his huge hands crushing her face into the cold concrete while the other effortlessly held her boyfriend by the skull, his feet kicking uselessly at the air as he hang pathetically, several feet above the ground. Sekhmeth sneered at this, and even Killer sensed a new heat and rhythm even in Katy's quiet panting, before the music got angrier and images appeared of Killer lifting a police car above his head, tearing it into halves like it was a biscuit before punching another four vehicles into bloody wreckage, swinging the broken car ends like they were just his gloves. Following sequence was a group of policewomen stripping out of their uniforms for him, showing off their buttocks, all marked KO... before Killer was shown fucking them into broken heaps while the police station burned and fell apart. The image changed again, showing Killer's colossal cock dwarfing to insignificance the dick of a well dressed, obviously rich man who now got nothing but scorn from his wife, who sported multiple KO marks crudely drawn over her forehead, her breasts, her abs and arms. There was another cock comparison immediately after, and if possible it was even more shocking as Killer's goliath cock loomed above a painfully erect but comparatively puny fox dick, while the woman on screen, a beautiful bunny, laughed cruelly and slapped the loser, growling: "Stupid, puny, disgusting tiny dick". Elaine snorted in amusement at that, teasing her father: "And you still wonder why we can't possibly look at other men...?"

A succession of other mind-breaking comparisons rushed by before the rhythm of the music got angrier and the images switched to a succession of devastating penetrations, with Killer ramming his cock into holes that tore apart and squelched with blood, before the images showed a belly bursting apart in an explosion of gore, the immense shaft tearing right through. From there onwards, the chorus of screams grew louder than the music, mixing with them and pounding with a vicious rhythm while Killer's balls smashed heavily into bloodied buttocks, his immense girth ripping in and out of broken bodies, wrapped in gore and guts, his thick precum splattering everywhere, the camera turning completely white and crimson at times before the cameraman hurriedly cleaned up. Then Killer was in the street, punching the head off a soldier, sending the corpse flopping pathetically on the pavement while already he kicked another into a wall with such power to crack the wall and break the body literally in two, the legs flopping down while the abdomen exploded in a splatter of crimson. Then he was fucking a female soldier against the burning wreckage of a tank which looked like it had been squeezed like a rag, and they were given a majestic close up of his goliath cock smashing its way in and out with savage force, blood spraying all over the camera, before the scene shifted to a brutal series of one-punch kills, with soldiers in body armour exploding into red mist when the huge fist smashed into them, one, two, five, ten, before the image changed to Killer laughing as he effortlessly hefted one tank above his head with just one hand, hurling it down a street with godly, devastating strength, turning soldiers into nothing but red stains, cars and other civilian vehicles into crushed wreckage because the massive vehicle rammed into another couple of tanks and knocked them over like toys. Killer's voice came from the loudspeakers in a soft, patronizing and terrifying growl: "You are weak..." The image showed Killer ripping another tank in half like it was made of paper, his bloodied fist rising in front of the exposed crew members and ominously looming ahead of their faces as they cried and begged, before they were punched into pulp, one by one. "Puny and impotent..." Killer's voice added, and the screen filled with images of eager, sluttily-clothed wives covered in KO marks and with their husbands' shriveled, humiliated, defeated little dicks in hand, pushed up in absurd, devastating comparison with the liger's colossal black shaft. "Useless and pathetic..." The voice added, and the image shifted again, this time to show Killer standing in front of the defeated general leading the capital's military force, cock in hand and a huge jet of extremely hot and acidic piss erupting out of it to wash down the losing male, while another contingent of women in KO marks watched on and cheered the liger. "Nothing but slaves." And the screen filled with a long, endless line of women in whore outfits, leaning against a blood-splattered wall and with their legs spread wide and asses offered to their Master. Their buttocks were all branded KO; and the line stretched on and on and on... before the camera looked down and showed the males, laying down on the ground and forming a carpet with their frail bodies as Killer advanced. "Bow before your king..." The images showed Killer smashing his way into Ire's senate, dwarfing politicians who thought themselves powerful without having a clue of what real strength was like. The massacre was horrendous as Killer stomped senator after senator into pulp, before hurling a group of heavily pregnant women onto the table in the middle of the vast room. Bloody flashes followed, showing his goliath shaft smashing its way inside those bulging bellies, slamming in and out with brutal force and coming out completely dripping with blood and pieces of pulped gore. "Your races won't last" Killer's voice warned, and it was followed by a succession of bloody, devastated, gaping-wide holes gushing with enormous cascades of thick precum that washed away the pathetic, disgusting, pulped remains of the unborn children. Gaping, ruined pussies were followed by images of barely alive females bulging obscenely with the goliath loads of cum pumped into their wombs and all over their bodies, drenching them from head to toe. Each huge belly was marked "Alpha Seed Inside". The images shifted faster and faster and faster, displaying dozens upon dozens of broken, barely-alive females, until finally the movie's title appeared on screen: "The King punishes his slaves".

"This stuff truly is great...! Sekhmeth hungrily breathed, and the other goddesses grunted in agreement, their fingers working rapidly in and out of their soaked passages, their eyes fixed on the screen as the movie began to roll, showing Killer walking into the capital, greeted by overjoyed fans, mostly KO-marked females but also a significant number of males, most of whom were willing, eager cuckolds who asked for the abuse they knew they deserved.

Boadicea leaned up and teasingly nuzzled the huge male before moving onto his lap, straddling his thick waist and using one hand to angle his colossal black shaft downwards, her soaked sex grinding down its length and covering the huge medial ring in hot juice. The sharkess flexed her muscular body and ground down into Killer's chest, dragging her breasts over his muscular front and kissing the side of his neck, before she slowly and sensually rolled over so she could face the television again and push her perfect ass back into his abs at the same time. Lilith looked up at her with envy and longing, and Boadicea only idly played with her dripping labia before flicking drops of hot juice all over her, commanding: "Watch, you whore."

"Ready...?" Killer hungrily asked, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing into her great breasts, loving the unique feel of her smooth, cool skin and the firm softness of her swells, her large nipples with their stud piercings and the heat coming from her drenched sex, her juices soaking his entire groin. He could clearly feel her large labia wrapping over a surprisingly large part of his massive girth, and it was a delicious little addition to his pleasure as he teasingly bucked his hips, grinding his shaft against her as she hugged it and dragged it back to trap it between her boobs as best she could.

"I don't think there is a way to ever be ready for this monster..." Boadicea replied, grinning as she struggled with the gigantic girth that forced her breasts far apart, before she leaned forwards to kiss the fat head, swirling her tongue all over it and then slowly dragging it over the large pisshole, murring as she tasted his virile essence... before sliding her long tongue into the vast hole, pushing deep and making him grunt in delight. She pulled back after a moment, suckling out a thick, dense rope of precum that grew longer and longer as she slurped it up like spaghetti, before coughing hard as it clogged her throat. "Fuck, it's so fucking thick..." She hoarsely said, literally chewing on the rich batter while the end of the rope draped over her breasts. "I will never be more ready than I am now... daddy." Boadicea finally breathed, and Killer hissed in hunger and delight at that, moving his hands down to her thighs and gripping firmly into the huge musculature there, forcing her legs open wide while Boadicea brought her hands back to push against his rock-hard abs as she began to stand up, pulling her feet up on his knees to rise up enough to guide his pillar of male-meat against her virginal, vulnerable sex.

"I'm going first." Boadicea firmly stated after gripping into Katy's hair, but the much smaller female did not need to be ordered to wait. The angel nodded and blushed deeply, looking up at the sharkess with appreciation, taking in all of the muscular female's curves and slopes, admiring the huge, voluptuous breasts and even the large black labia and prominent clit, feeling almost intimidated by them. Katy's gaze dropped down over her own body next, studying what she had to offer, from her large - but nowhere near as huge - breasts to her tight, blossomed vagina, who felt so frail and doomed with Killer's immense cock throbbing nearby... and she swallowed, her cheeks burning as she breathed: "You deserve to... please, show me... show me how to please daddy."

Boadicea softened a bit at that, smiling slightly and using one hand to gently push her muzzle up, meeting it in a hungry kiss. Elaine and Mriya cheered them on in entertainment as Katy's eyes opened wide in surprise, then slid closed as her mouth opened willingly, letting the shark's tongue invade while she blindingly reached up to grip into the Amazon's powerful body, feeling the solid muscles, tremblingly stroking up the huge biceps all the way up to the chorded, mighty shoulders. A soft moan escaped her throat as the far stronger female wrapped a arm around her back, pulling her closer while their tongues worked slowly together, with Boadicea's pushing deeper, moving with easy, powerful dominance and wrestling Katy's own into submission while the sharkess groped the smaller female's breasts.

Their father watched with lazy interest, feeling a faint thrill of pleasure rolling up his form from the display as he lightly toyed with his colossal shaft, slapping it against Boadicea's front with loud, meaty impacts that had Elaine bucking her hips with awe and need, eyes fixed on the goliath shaft.

Finally, Boadicea pulled back from the kiss and dragged Katy's head forwards by the hair, growling softly: "Just you watch..." The sharkess pushed up with her legs, standing up on top of his knees and reaching down with one hand to guide the colossal black cock towards her entrance, her juices streaking down the great pillar of meat as she panted in anticipation and fear. "You are trembling, mighty Amazon..." Killer teased, reaching forwards to gently peel her large labia open, splaying the two vast flaps of juicy meat out on either side, while Mriya and Elaine firmly seized into his massive shaft, angling it this way and that as they guided it against the sharkess's tight, virginal passage and ground the fat, enormous head against it, letting the Amazon feel the sheer immensity and the steel-hardness of the great member.

Boadicea panted lightly, in a mix of eagerness and fear as she felt the humongous head of his cock rolling against her tight slit, the fat tip of his penis moving slowly up and down as he rocked his hips slowly, thrusting not into her but up along her sex, over her large clit, before slapping her groin with the top of his shaft, making her grunt and moan softly at the amazing weight of each impact, shudders traveling up her spine before she groaned breathlessly as he slowly pulled back, grinding his cock against her incandescent sex before Mriya and Elaine grinned and guided the huge member straight against her hole, grinding it in. The sharkess closed her eyes with a soft groan, mouth agape with pleasure and fear and sheer awe at the massive pressure that came from the liger's immensity playing idly over her frail entrance, her hands moving back instinctively to grip into his powerful chest, stroking and massaging his masculine front, tracing over the powerfully-defined musculature. She slowly began to squat, letting out a hot pant as his goliath girth for a moment pushed defiantly back against her body weight and strength, the cock simply too large to go in, but acting instead like a pillar she could sit upon... but Elaine smirked and gripped into her buttocks, spreading them almost savagely wide while Mriya guided the huge cock upwards, forcing it in just as Killer gave a first, lazy, teasing thrust.

"Holy fuck...!" Boadicea cried out, but she bucked against him with energy and craving, feeling the massive head of the colossal cock forcing her passage wide open, stretching it, smashing it open as she arched her back, her legs spasming as a fine rivulet of blood leaked down the obsidian member, just to be slurped up by Mriya and Elaine's tongues.

The great male gave another soft, lazy thrust forwards and Boadicea let out a gentle cry, hugging herself as her belly already began to swell visibly while the gigantic shaft stretched her, more and more and more, his movements deliberately measured and merciful, his great strength restrained to just enough power to gradually widen her, resizing her passage for his needs. The sharkess's cheeks burned red as her eyes slid closed and her head fell backwards with a groan of bliss, her hips bucking and pushing down as she eagerly impaled herself deeper, and Katy pretty much ceased to breathe as she stared at the astounding penetration, reaching over to grip into the male's shaft, squeezing into the steel hard member and pulling on it lightly, as if to push it deeper inside Boadicea... and Killer smirked before thrusting forwards a bit harder, burying more of his enormous girth inside the sharkess, who rocked her body eagerly back against him even as an almost startled sound escaped her jaws, her muscles flexing and drool falling from her open jaws, pearls of sweat rolling down her splendid body as her juices and her blood streaked down the colossal cock, lubricating his movements as he seized into her thighs and yanked her downwards, growling hungrily, pleasure burning in his veins as he buried himself deeper inside her amazingly hot, incredibly tight body.

"Fuckin' hell, I've been missing out on so much..." Boadicea hungrily growled, flexing and impaling herself with even greater energy despite the pain of that massive invasion, despite her feet splitting on his legs as her juices splattered all over his muscles, and hissed as she felt heat building up steadily in her loins, like flames rising high inside her, and shivers ran along her spine as the male pulled his huge cock back until almost only the massive head was still lodged inside her, before he began to thrust slowly forwards again, filling her with pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before in her life.

"You have..." Alexis teasingly confirmed, leaning in close and dragging her tongue slowly around the enormous girth of the male, adding her drool to the mixture of juices cascading out from the savagely stretched out vagina. Alcana crawled over as well, beautiful and sensual despite the huge belly of her pregnancy, and she hugged her daughter Elaine, the two dragonesses grinding their glorious chests together as they kissed hungrily, before they slowly turned to gaze teasingly at Katy, who looked back at them with a flush and a smile that was almost fearful of their intentions. Alcana gently seized her legs and spread them wide, moving up between them and then slowly pushing up, dragging her heavy breasts over the much smaller feline's body until she wrapped her mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily, pinning her gently back into the couch and invading her throat with her dexterous tongue.

"You need some guidance and support, huh...?" Alcana playfully asked, pulling back from the kiss for a moment, and Katy blushed and nodded, before letting out a little moan as the goddess licked her cheek and reached down to grind her fingers over her little, virginal sex as she added with a sensual growl: "Let us prepare you, child... because this tight little hole will soon be gaping wide..."

Elaine pushed her muzzle against Katy's soaked sex and dragged her tongue over the blossomed, dripping labia, murring in appreciation at the taste and at the sheer heat, and Katy let out a little cry of surprise and delight, her hips bucking instinctively, before Alcana wrapped her lips around one large nipple, flicking it and suckling on the large boob.

"Holy shit, daddy... you are so big..." Boadicea purred, arching her back with another sharp cry of bliss as she felt the heat becoming more intense, turning in a wonderful sensation that she had only rarely experienced, playing with some other Amazon, most often Beshka... but this was better, stronger, more intense, more exotic as the gigantic cock filled her up, and she bucked her hips faster and harder against the enormous shaft, impaling herself deeper, her eyes rolling up in her head, and the huge male grinned as he easily read her body language and her quickened, rough breath, increasing the pace and the strength of his thrusting until she let out a long cry of bliss, throwing her hot body back against his powerfully-muscled form while her passage began to rhythmically clench and squeeze, while her hot juices flowed down around the terrifying girth and caused her tight hole to bulge outwards even further as they couldn't squeeze out past her savagely stretched-out hole. Only on his powerful backstrokes could the warm, slick juice burst free of her ruined hole, the squirts coating her inner thighs and the enormous length of black shaft still outside of her, droplets splashing on Alexis and Mriya's faces and on his strong abs. Killer grunted in bliss at the amazing pressure on his sensitive cock and he reached up to wrap his arms around her waist, dragging her further down his shaft as he gyrated his hips, drilling the juice out of her, causing her to let lose a scream of pleasure that became a gasping cry as he began to make short, powerful, incredibly fast pistons in and out of her, riding her orgasm and causing it to drag on and on, juices exploding out of her with amazing force as she cried out loudly, tears rolling down her cheeks with her delight and confusion, her eyes open wide with wonderment... Until he tore out of her with a loud pop and a following gush of juices, while his hands easily grabbed her by the hips and hefted her high up above his face as he threw his head back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, hungrily drinking of the flood that washed down his face and soaked his mane.

"Fuck... daddy... yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" Boadicea growled out, staring down at her ruined, gaping hole while Killer turned to the side to kiss Alexis, sharing with her some of the hot, pearly juice even as he lowered Boadicea back down, blindly spearing his enormous cock forwards, bumping against her buttocks hard enough to almost bruise them, before Mriya smirked and lovingly guided the great, enormous cock towards the devastated vagina. He rammed forwards powerfully, and the sharkess only did her best to push back against him, breathing: "Yeah... oh, yeah... daddy, please... fuck me... fuck me hard." She blindingly reached down to seize into his girthy, massive cock and tugged on it to help it shove deep down her obliterated passage, whispering: "It feels so good already... and there is so much of you still to go... shove it in, I want to feel it all... I want all of you..."

He grinned widely and buried a bit more of his enormous girth inside her hot depths, making her cry out as he slid his massive, thick shaft into her passage, lubricated by her own juices. He snorted steam out of his nostrils, rolling his massive shoulders with a murr of delight as he pushed himself forwards, bulldozing his way forth with far greater ease through her stretched-out entrance and now widening her passage further as his large cock tore deeper into her, making her release another long groan of bliss as he grabbed the large shark fin on her back and leaned down into her, his massive body larger and stronger than even her powerfully muscular form, making her feel vulnerable and protected at the same time as he whispered soft words in her ear while ramming upwards with greater force.

Katy trembled at the sight of the colossal girth of the male bulldozing its way inside Boadicea, her eyes fixed on the rivulets of blood streaking down the sides of the immense shaft, her chest heaving as she panted and closed her eyes when the sharkess let out another scream of pain and bliss, ecstasy and agony, and when her eyes opened she met the burning sapphire glow coming from Alexis's and Mriya's own eyes as mother and daughter squeezed in between Killer's legs and pushed their faces against the great cock, gently tugging on Boadicea's large black labia, one flapping lip in each of their mouths. Blood and juices splattered over their faces as Boadicea and Killer rocked their bodies together as he slowly but powerfully forced inch after inch of monstrous black shaft up inside her, stretching her womb more than a pregnancy, causing her belly to bulge out obscenely.

"Impressive, huh...?" Alcana gently teased, leaning up to lick over one of the angel's large breasts, and the cat nodded with a moan of desire mixed with terror, before Alcana ground into her with her pregnant belly, taking the angel's hands in hers and guiding them over the bulge, smiling as she added: "Once you try it out, you will want it every day of the week and twice on Sundays."

"Just twice...?" Elaine playfully breathed, before nuzzling again into Katy's soaked sex, causing the cat to recoil a bit in the couch, a groan of bliss escaping her lips as she instinctively wrapped her legs around the dragoness's powerful shoulders.

"Two times with Killer means many actual gos, Ely..." Alcana easily replied, teasingly instructing her daughter: "Ever since I've known him, he never stops at just one hole, to start with... and he likes to reiterate his assaults on them."

"You bet I do." Killer confirmed with a hungry growl, his muscles bulging explosively as he arched over Boadicea, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he slowly gyrated his hips, screwing her as he got close to inserting his massive medial ring. Katy watched on in awe as he crossed his arms around the sharkess and groped her huge breasts, working them slowly in his palms while her jaw gaped open in delight, eyes half-closed and stared at nothing, hands clutching at his arms as she pushed back with a long, drawn-out moan, burying more of that colossal pillar of flesh inside herself, until she practically sat upon the girth of his medial ring, her feet slipping off his knees and leaving her supported only by the goliath shaft. It barely bent forwards, effortlessly supporting her whole body weight, and Katy shuddered at the sight, her hips bucking against the air as hot juice spurted out of her, filling Elaine's hungry mouth.

"The fear you feel now will become your addiction." Alcana softly announced, nuzzling Katy's astonished face, and then she caused the cat's cheeks to burn a brighter shade of crimson as she added: "It makes it so much easier to become a mother... I experienced almost no pain at all when Elaine was born."

"Same here with Mriya and Anubis." Alexis added, grinning teasingly to Katy and slowly licking her lips.

"Holy fuck..." Katy whispered, watching as Boadicea threw her head back and panted hotly, drool leaking in ropes from the corners of her mouth as she bounced hard back against Killer just as he slammed powerfully forwards, smashing his thick medial ring inside her and driving forwards relentlessly, burying himself almost to the hilt... which he did with another mighty piston a moment later, his heavy balls slapping audibly into her buttocks and inner thighs, sending splatters of blood and precum and juices flying in every direction. Boadicea was silent for a moment, gasping breathlessly as her head fell back and her eyes rolled up in her skull, but then a cry of bliss and triumph began to come out of her throat and it built up into a loud howl of pleasure that mixed with his dominant roar of conquest. She was so tight that it almost hurt, and her passage was squeezing and clenching rhythmically around him, incandescent pearly juices squirting out of her in large splashes that soaked his lap and rolled down his balls in rivers, puddling onto the couch and cascading to the floor even as Alexis and Mriya hungrily licked up the rich mixture. "Fuck..." Was all what Boadicea managed to breathe out, but despite how much he had stretched her out, tearing and ripping her inner folds and even her large labia, even with how his cock stretched and distended her womb, forcing her organs out of the way and crushing them against her own ribs, her body burned with pleasure and need. Killer waited for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust, but Boadicea immediately began to push herself up and down, her feet slipping on his legs and her body shuddering violently but everything in her speaking of pleasure and hunger, from her hard nipples to her eager bucks and the loud, wanting moans coming from her agape jaws. She was incredibly tight and hot, and he could feel her blood streaking down his shaft and balls, but even impaled like that she was indomitable, somehow finding the strength to arch her back a bit, making him grunt as his hard cock opposed that move, before she threw her head back to gaze up into his eyes, tears streaking her cheeks but her expression burning with desire as she reached back to wrap her arms around his neck as best she could, while she whispered in a broken, hoarse voice: "Fuck me, daddy... fuck me hard... give it to me... give me all of you..." She bucked her hips hard all the while, urging him on with her eager, greedy body, with how tightly her passage clenched around his monstrous girth, and with how loud her moans were as she sat up as best she could, using her strong legs to squat, hefting herself up along the goliath shaft, trembling violently as several feet of enormous member came free, bloodied and covered in shiny juice, before she pushed down again, impaling herself with a loud scream of pain and ecstasy, her muscles spasming while Killer watched her with a low growl of delight and hunger, while she stared back with eyes that were pure white, rolled up in her skull as they were. He pushed his powerful arms under her and seized into her mighty, muscular thighs, effortlessly hefting her up until her feet no longer touched his knees, and he teasingly bit into the back of her neck before whispering: "Careful what you wish for, Boa..." The warrior female began to move her body up and down his shaft in earnest, bouncing with all the force she could muster, her huge breasts bouncing enticingly on her chest while all of her muscles bulged and flexed wonderfully with the effort, while pearls of sweat ran down her smooth, cool skin. He watched her with a growl of hunger, her jiggling bosom inviting him, and her struggles sending thrills of delight up his spine as he began to thrust upwards into her, his own muscles bulging explosively as he pushed her high up along his shaft and then smashed home with savage thrusts, his heavy testicles swinging like wrecking balls and smacking Lilith in the face with the violence of punches, bruising her, knocking lose some of her scales while she worked to lap up the thick rivers of juice and blood.

"This is how you serve him, you failed whore!" Boadicea growled down at her mother, stomping a foot on her face and knocking Lilith sprawling on the floor, while Killer grinned and rammed upwards with his gigantic shaft, her bones creaking and her belly bulging obscenely outwards as he pounded her with a vicious rhythm, his pistons driving him to the hilt again and again and again, while her juices and his thick precum flooded out around his monstrous girth, as his thick batter was erupted all the way up into her ovaries, making her grunt in a mix of pain and awe as she felt his enormous sperms bullying and devouring her defenseless eggs, while each of his thrusts rearranged her insides, causing her chest to heave and her breath to break in loud gasps as she hugged herself, squeezing into her own bulging body to massage his titanic shaft through her own flesh. Lilith nodded hurriedly and pushed back up to her knees, burying her face into Killer's mastodon balls, kissing and licking and slurping on the vile mixture of juices while Boadicea did her best to willingly work her body up and down the goliath rod of black flesh, trying to move faster and faster, desperately attempting to match his pounding rams while her eyes rolled up in her skull until only ghastly white could be seen, drool flying from her lips as she let out a howl of delight and clear, incandescent juice squirted messily out of her, spraying out everywhere when his giant cock tore backwards, the rain washing over Katy and causing the cat to shudder in a mix of awe, bliss and terror, her hips bucking against Elaine's mouth and her arms clutching around Alcana's shoulders, dragging the motherly goddess closer.

Sekhmeth licked her lips and rolled onto her side, her eyes glowing in the darkness as she gazed at the far smaller girl, who helplessly squirted out her own juices even though tears of fear rolled down her cheeks. The lioness crawled towards Katy and slipped behind her in the huge sofa, licking her neck and then whispering: "Oh, girl... you look so deliciously terrified..."

"I'm small and weak..." Katy mewled, her eyes open wide and fixed on Killer as he effortlessly moved Boadicea up and down, yanking her down to meet his ferocious thrusts that resounded in the huge hall with an endless succession of how, wet, messy slaps and squelches, his balls ramming vociferously against Lilith's features, sending droplets of reddened juice flying all around like comets.

"And daddy is huge and powerful and strong and insatiable..." Sekhmeth purred, giving a little nod of agreement, before looking at the vast screen, where a younger but more ferocious Killer was fucking a young woman literally into shreds, the blood staining the camera again and again while the huge male pile-drove his immense member into a mare that was just too small to take him to the hilt. He held her by the ankles, her head hanging down between his spread-wide legs, and he effortlessly yanked her up to meet his fast, powerful, brutal pistons, her poor body bulging out obscenely while she shrieked in a mix of despair and delirious pleasure, her horrified husband crying powerlessly, forced to watch, on his knees near Killer's foot, dwarfed by the muscular titan who only laughed darkly. Katy's eyes went from the pounding delivered by present-day Killer to that on screen, her breath quickened and roughened, her body shuddering, rattled by mixed feelings, and Sekhmeth grinned as she hugged her from behind and groped her fairly-large breasts, rolling them slowly together. "He is scary, yeah... and you love that, don't you...?"

"Y... yes..." Katy admitted, hissing in delight as a particularly loud and sick crack came from the mare on screen, her back visibly deformed as one of his thrusts broke her spine like a twig. "I... should not... like it..."

"But you love it, yeah... we all do." Alcana said, and Elaine nodded hungrily, pushing her soaked labia against the cat's, grinding slowly into her folds even as she looked up past her shoulder to admire the massacre on screen.

"Power is sexy..." Sekhmeth purred, matter-of-factly, loving the sight of Killer on screen just balling one huge fist and leaning it slowly on top of the husband's head as the wimp almost jumped to his feet, screaming in horror at the sounds of crumbling bones coming from within his wife. That enormous fist dwarfed the poor dog, who bent down with a cry of fear, seeking to make himself even smaller and insignificant, as if trying to just vanish from sight. "Nature demands that we follow and lust for the strong... and he is the strongest."

"He doesn't need to kill and destroy to prove it." Katy countered, trying to make her voice firm, and Sekhmeth nodded in agreement but teased: "Yeah, but even you find it hot as hell when he does that, huh, little angel...? It's evil, yet it turns you on like nothing else..."

"It does..." Katy breathed, closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lower lip as the moans and screams coming from Boadicea filled her mind with images, making her body tremble and her hips buck, and she let out a little cry of delight as Killer's deep, big-balled voice rattled her ribcage when he growled and rammed upwards even harder, standing up from the couch and arching his muscular back to pound the sharkess with a vicious, punishing rhythm. And then the shrieks coming out of the television grew louder and more desperate and she opened her eyes to stare in awe and terror as her father's cock visibly bulldozed its way right into the ribcage of the mare, bulging her upper body grotesquely out of shape, and there was still so much enormous, thick black shaft outside of that ruined body, so weak and frail and insufficient to properly serve the titanic male. "Y-yes... it makes my blood boil..." Katy admitted with a little growl, clutching at Elaine's head and yanking her hard forwards, forcing her muzzle against her soaked sex with greater energy, which the dragoness was all too happy to deploy, forcing her long tongue inside her tight passage, lapping up the deluge of warm juice that followed as the cat's feet kicked uselessly at the air and she groaned out in guilty delight.

"Your mom was fucked like that... savagely." Sekhmeth teased, licking her lips hungrily and reaching around her waist to flick her clit with two fingers, before slipping them inside her, while Elaine pulled back slightly and forced her hole open wider, smirking as the lioness moved rapidly, sending juice squelching and spraying out in every direction. "She was... broken into pieces..." Katy breathed, and even though tears rolled down her cheeks she couldn't help but let out a moan of need and intense pleasure. It ashamed her, but she couldn't help herself... and she loved seeing Killer as he was back then, several feet shorter, in every department, yet already massive and muscular, powerful and titanic compared to everyone else. His eyes glowed with an incredibly sexual predatory light; his mane was still growing up and so was much shorter, but already added to his aura of vigor and masculinity, as did the hair of his happy highway and down the middle of his mountainous chest. Somehow, it looked even more prominent on his younger form, perhaps because the mane was still shaping up. Naturally there was no scar on his eye and no bullet necklace at his neck, replaced by a heavy steel chain. He was incredibly handsome, and Katy had no difficulties imagining her mother, and many others, caught like deer into headlights at the sight of him.

"And she was smaller than that mare...!" Sekhmeth added, grinning sharkishly as the mare on screen was dragged upwards by the ankles, her bones loudly shattering as her body lost its shape, bulging outwards obscenely, like a too tight condom. Wounds ripped open in her form, and crushed guts spilled out like rope, flopping onto the floor, but they soon became invisible as the male's potent precum burst out of the holes in cascades, while the pathetic omega male on the floor scrambled uselessly into that growing lake of virile spunk and blood and gore, gripping into his wife's body only to feel it shattering even further as Killer let out a drawn-out growl of delight as he drove his immense cock downwards in a powerful piston. His immense black cock tore up the female's neck, smashing through her throat and spearing through her lower jaw. "Holy shit...!" Katy helplessly cried out as the neck of the mare on screen loudly broke and her head was visibly pushed away from the shoulders, before the flesh and muscle and sinew of her neck simply tore apart, sending the head falling to the floor while the mastodon cock pushed out in a deluge of blood, pulped gore and precum. "Yeah!" Sekhmeth hungrily growled, and they watched on in awe as Killer pistoned his immense shaft back and forth into that ruined, devastated body. "That could be your mom... this is how you were conceived, little girl: through sheer, brutal male power."

In that same moment, the poor corpse on screen loudly ripped apart for good, splitting down the middle in two halves that dangled pathetically from the huge male's hands as he held on to the ankles, while his goliath cock swung upwards hard, tossing splatters of blood and juice everywhere before it bumped lightly into his powerful chest. He idly tossed the two bloody pieces of meat away, a snarling laughter coming from his jaws as he leisurely stroked his enormous black shaft, before he looked down at the sobbing male on the floor... and easily lifted his foot, settling it slowly on top of the boy's head and then shifting his weight to squish him like a bug, barely slowed down by his desperate attempts to resist, to push up against those strong toes. "That's how he created you... destroying your mother, and sending her to Heaven filled with his seed, that even the angels couldn't eradicate." Sekhmeth teasingly whispered, and Katy panted quietly, shuddering hard but nodding in agreement, a little moan of ecstasy escaping from her mouth, before she whispered: "Daddy is so strong... everything and everyone else look just like toys, created just to amuse him..."

"Yes... that's exactly it." Sekhmeth hungrily murred, before nuzzling the much smaller feline, dragging her tongue over her cheek before biting lightly at her ear, teasing: "Is there a reason for him not to take advantage...?"

"Of course there is." Killer firmly remarked, reaching down to seize into the lioness's skull, squeezing it hard enough to make it creak audibly, but the goddess only let out a hot breath at that, looking up at him with adoration, almost with open craving for more violence, her eyes burning with lust as she ogled his blood-stained abs, her hands reaching up to worshipfully massage his enormous bicep. "Stop being cruel to Katy... or I'll have to be cruel to you. Just because I can walk all over people, it doesn't mean that I should. Would you like it if I invaded your home and beat you and raped you?"

"Yes!" Sekhmeth immediately replied, and he rolled his eyes with an amused snort, dragging her closer to him and then shoving her off the couch and onto the floor, lightly kicking her in the side to push her in front of him, side to side with Lilith, before he stepped forwards to smack their faces with his heavy, sweaty, blood-stained balls. "Thankfully, not everyone is as insane as we are." The lioness did not reply, instead loudly kissing his hefty ball, cupping one massive testicle in both hands and hissing in delight as its weight taxed her arms, while thick precum and pearly juices and blood caked her hair and rolled down in rivulets over her features as Killer slammed Boadicea up and down his immense black shaft. Katy's eyes were glued to that enormous length and girth of flesh, open wide to admire the sharkess's folds savagely stretched out, dragged visibly out on each backstroke and pushed deep inside her as she groaned and arched her back with desperate cries of ecstasy, her hands clutching at the huge male's arms as she pushed herself up and down as best she could, bucking her hips to make him feel all of her hunger even as her spasming muscles made it impossible to match his furious rhythm as his thrusts became almost frenzied, as he worked his gigantic member upwards harder and harder into her stretched and ruined vagina.

"Fucking hell, you are a machine...!" Gaia exclaimed, looking up with a grin as Killer let out a growl of hunger and delight, his pleasure mounting rapidly in waves, fire burning in his veins as his goliath cock stiffened up even further, his rhythm becoming murderous as the entire room echoed with the tattoo of wet slaps coming from his balls swinging heavily into Boadicea and into the faces of his slaves. Boadicea did her best to take it all, but after a few moments her hands slipped and her arms lolled almost lifelessly at her sides, her head falling back with a gargle of ecstasy and exhaustion as she went limp in his grip, her breasts jumping furiously on her chest as her vagina began to clench once more down on the rock-hard cock.

"Take me... take me in every way... make me yours." Boadicea breathlessly rasped, looking up into his eyes with a trembling, adoring smile, and her eyes spoke a thousand words, her burning body and clenching sex filling in the gaps as it sealed around his penis as best it could, spewing out huge squirts of hot juice.

He leaned down hungrily and wrapped his lips over hers, his thick tongue invading her mouth as he reached up to grab her throat in his hands, squeezing teasingly and yanking her down even harder, spreading his legs as his thrusts picked up even greater speed, her entire body bouncing up and down, impaled on the gigantic shaft as she let out an endless succession of breathless cries of pleasure.

Her eyes bulged as she clearly felt the already immense and steel hard shaft swelling even further, stretching her out and flooding her with another eruption of precum that made her literally fearful of what his actual orgasm was going to be like. He slowly pulled back from the kiss and asked teasingly: "Will triplets suffice...?"

The sharkess moaned at that, shivering in delight before purring: "More Amazons... more warrior females for the clan..."

"And a big, bad male as king?" Killer teasingly asked, before his hands glowed with his energies and burned into her cool skin, as white gold and black steel welded together with her flesh and formed a heavy collar, with a golden lion head on the front, with a large leash ring hanging from its jaws. The white gold formed the edges of the collar and a series of decorations in the space of flames, lightning and Amazons locked in fight against Gigataurs. She groaned in a mix of pain and bliss at that, balling her hands into fists and flexing as her muscles bulged a bit larger, grew even harder and stronger, her back arching violently as energy crackled loudly around her before she breathed: "As emperor, as master, as god, as our one and only..."

Her voice broke for a moment as he began to ram into her hard, hilting himself over and over again as a deluge of his thick precum leaked messily out of her, and then she cried: "As our father! Your cock will make us strong; your seed will grow our clan!"

"That's for sure!" Killer amusedly agreed, grinning widely as he yanked her hard down to meet his powerful pistons until he snarled in ecstasy as he erupted his enormous load deep inside her, making her scream out in awe and immense pleasure as he felt the flood filling her up in mere seconds, amazed by the sheer amount of potent cum pushing violently into her, before waves of excess semen began to burst out of her ruined hole, squirting out around his massive girth as he continued to pound her with a savage rhythm, that first colossal volley along lasting for many, many seconds as he roared in bliss. Boadicea let out an inarticulate howl of absolute ecstasy at that awesome, mind-shattering feeling, and her poor passage attempted to clench around the massive girth stretching it out, while her hot juices exploded down his mammoth shaft, washing over it, coating him even more in their mixed fluids as it all messily burst out of her flexing, abused labia which clung desperately to his monstrous girth and kissed wetly into his groin at the end of every powerful thrust up inside her. Her eyes glowed in the darkness of the room as she stared blindly at the ceiling, her cries echoing in the vast room as she gripped into his wrists and used her last energies to slam herself downwards to meet his savage thrusts, grinding down into him almost viciously, crying out in bliss while her eyes rolled up into her skull and her orgasm stretched longer and longer, becoming even more intense as the male's ferocious pounding continued to bounce her whole body up and down, filling her up with volley after volley after volley of thick cum, even as her belly bulged outwards massively and most of the immense load burst out of her, splattering all over Lilith and Sekhmeth and even onto Alexis and Mriya as mother and daughter kissed with passion and ground their spectacular bodies together, showering in the rich essence of the male they loved.

Again, again, again and again he thrust, his arms crossing upon her chest and squeezing almost brutally as he leaned over her and crushed her in a loving and possessive hug, his head leaned on top of hers and his immense member impaling her over and over as they snarled and growled and roared their pleasure out for what felt like an eternity of bliss... until the flood finally began to subside, and the huge male reluctantly began to slow down his pistons, until he sat back into the couch with a low growl of intense pleasure, and allowed the exhausted female to land in his lap, where she still valiantly tried to push up and down the still fully-hard and ready shaft, even as a broken, trembling moan of bliss escaped her throat.

"Fuck..." She rasped after a while, leaning back against his chest and dropping her head back to look up into his eyes. "That was wild."

Alexis snorted in entertainment at that, and teasingly observed: "Actually, it was pretty tame for his standards, but the night is still high." The empress leaned in closer and nuzzled the sharkess before kissing her with passion, while tracing a finger over her new collar, exploring its white gold decorations.

"Welcome to the slutty pile, Boadicea..." The femme fatale softly whispered when their kiss broke, and then she grinned sharkishly as she caught the shark by the muzzle, squeezing forcefully on it as she added: "Of course, the king will be expanding the clan... but the queen will, too. Ain't that right...?"

"I wouldn't want it any other way..." Boadicea assured, smirking and licking her lips hungrily as she thought of every Amazon that Alexis had fucked into blissful exhaustion and left with huge bellies full of new life. "You've been doing a splendid job of it, to say the very least..."

"Thank you, dear." Alexis easily replied, before turning towards Katy as the much smaller female hugged herself and panted quietly, her cheeks so flushed that they almost glowed in the dark, her tears slightly glinting and her eyes burning with lust and desire but also fear, while juice streaked down her legs in rivers. Elaine and Mriya stood up and strolled over, climbing onto the couch on either side of the cat, taking her arms into theirs as they snuggled close and smiled at her suggestively, and Killer turned to look at her with affection, softly saying: "It doesn't need to happen, Katy, if you don't feel ready... but if you want, I'll show you that I can be gentle and patient as well."

"I'd love that, daddy..." Katy tenderly said, smiling quietly as Mriya and Elaine nuzzled her from either side and gently kissed her cheeks, grinding their much larger and stronger bodies against hers in a way that sent shudders of delight and lust up her spine. "But not too gentle... I really do like it when you are scary, you know..."

Killer smirked at that, burying himself up to the hilt into Boadicea and slowly gyrating his hips to grind his cock into her inner walls, loving the audible, lewd squelch of thick cum from within her belly as thick sprays of the same stuff burst out of her ravaged hole, before he began to pull back out, helping the groaning goddess to stand up as foot after foot of enormous black cock came free. "It never ends..." Boadicea moaned, hugging her huge, swollen belly as she pushed up to her feet, standing tall upon his knees even though her muscular legs trembled violently... and finally the fat, monstrous head tore out of her ruined hole with an obscene pop and gush, a deluge of thick cum washing out of her in a cascade while his huge shaft swung up hard, tossing splatters of semen everywhere like a catapult. "I love you, dad... and I love this."

"Me too, Boa... me too." Killer lovingly replied, nuzzling her with affection, helping her move off his lap.

"Poor couch, it gets no love. Just a lot of thick, rich, godly cum all over it." Vesta playfully commented while Killer helped the sharkess sit slowly down, her long legs spread wide and a huge puddle of thick cum rapidly spreading between her thighs as dense cum continued to rush out of her gaping, abused sex, rivulets of it rolling off the edge and cascading onto the floor even as Sekhmeth hungrily leaned forwards to lick and suck it up. Ira leaned over and kissed Boadicea's cheek, whispering amused, welcoming words in her ear before growling hungrily as Killer turned around and his monstrous shaft leaned heavily upon their faces, pushing between their cheeks as both females looked up at him with adoration and need. Ira took the immense shaft, completely drenched in thick cum and blood and juices, and jerked on it greedily for a few moments before guiding the huge head against the sharkess's lips, bumping the goliath cock in her face until she opened her jaws as wide as she could and pushed her tongue out in welcome.

"Clean your mess up, bitch..." Ira teasingly commanded, and Boadicea's eyes flashed with eagerness, a little hungry growl coming up from her throat as she leaned forwards to wrap her lips around the fat cock, sucking and slurping on the thick batter, loudly gulping it down and seizing into the mastodon shaft with both hands, jerking it greedily and tugging on it needingly while she did her best to swallow him into her throat. "That's it, Boa..." Killer idly encouraged, letting out a growl of bliss as he seized her skull in one hand and dragged her forwards, shoving his cock down into her neck and letting out a grunt as he leisurely fucked her face, her cheeks bulging outwards obscenely and precum bursting thickly out of her nostrils as she choked and gargled but only greedily reached forth to fondle his heavy, massive balls.

"That's how you treat daddy!" Elaine approved, grinning widely as she languidly pulled Katy's leg out wide to the side, massaging her inner thigh while Mriya did the same from the other side, putting the cat's tight, small, vulnerable virginal passage on full display, revealing the puddle of clear juice accumulated on the couch and the droplets that still rolled out of her.

Boadicea rasped and coughed hard as the immense cock sawed hard back and forth, plunging down her throat and bulldozing it wide open, but that only added to Killer's delight as he put one knee up on the couch and took her head in both hands, dragging her forwards to meet his powerful pistons, while a thick mixture of drool and precum bubbled and leaked out in ropes and splatters. Katy panted in desire and awe at that, her chest heaving as she played with her folds with growing need and impatience, her eyes going from the live scene to the images of massacres and rapes on the screen, unable to decide which was hotter. Both burned her body from the inside, making her blood boil and writing into her mind with searing fire. It scared her, it even horrified her at times... and because of it, she craved it all the more. It was dark, it was powerful, it was over the edge, and she couldn't help herself but crave her share.

Gaia looked at her with tender affection and gave her a reassuring wink while half-buried in the couch, her arms spread wide as she rested upon her shoulders, her hips up in the air, her legs wrapped around Anubis's thick waist as the younger, muscular stud leaned over her, hands gripping into the backrest of the couch as he pistoned his enormous shaft in and out of her asshole, stretching it out fantastically as he buried himself right to the hilt, over and over and over again, his ponderous balls smacking loudly into her firm buttocks, hard enough to almost bruise them. Kimera and Manticora were locked in a 69, their eyes glowing in the dark as they slurped audibly on each other's drenched, dripping sexes, their attention shifting from Killer to Anubis and then to the screen and back again, while the Praetorians giggled and moaned hotly further away down the couch, their bodies moving together with passion and hunger as Pamela and Kimera engaged tribally, their legs spread wide and scissoring together as they ground their eager vaginas one against the other, while Kate eat Crystal out and Valery sat on top of the backrest, her legs spread wide so that Crystal could lean sideways and lick and kiss and mouth teasingly at her passage.

Katy had never experienced anything like that. Living around Killer had exposed her to all sorts of sexual acts, but she had not yet experienced a full-family orgy like that and she couldn't help but shoot hungry gazes in all directions, drinking of it all, feeling overwhelmed by the passion and heat and lust that made the air almost crackle with energy.

Vesta had produced from somewhere a realistic dildo molded from Killer's cock and she was driving it into Adrasthea's sex with vengeful force, grinning widely and cackling as the goddess of strategy almost crawled away from the onslaught even though her eyes remained glued on the gigantic screen, where Killer's colossal black shaft was ominously blotting out from sight the pathetic dick of a crying, unwilling cuckold. The comparison was so insanely unfair that Katy felt her hips bucking out of sheer instinct, a wave of heat washing over her as she buried her fingers deep inside her passage, thrusting them furiously in and out as young Killer on screen leisurely stroked his mammoth cock, pushing it head to head with the horse's dick, dwarfing it so utterly and brutally that the astonished woman breathed: "It's hard to accept you are even the same gender as him..." She viciously slapped the defeated dick, rejecting it with a cruel succession of insults. The stallion wasn't small at all by "normal" standards, quite the opposite, but in front of Killer's titan his twelve inches of meat became just laughable, and his girth was that of a spaghetti compared to the liger's vast oak. "He looks like a god!" The woman commented in awe, and Katy found herself breathing: "You don't know half of it, babe..."

"That's right, sis!" Mriya amusedly approved, curling up against her side and kissing her cheek gently, and even Killer looked at her with a big smile, even as he continued thrusting into Boadicea's ravenous mouth.

"Now you are getting in the right spirit!" Vesta cheerfully explained, grinning widely and driving the massive dildo deeper into Adrasthea, before yanking it out, making the other goddess gasp breathlessly, her feet kicking wildly at the air for a moment as the dildo came out with a loud, wet slurp and left behind a hole that gaped hugely wide. "I'm really loving this evening's menu. Slutty daughters with MILFs as side dish and with tasty cherries on top..."

"Delightful." Killer agreed, grinning as he pulled back out of Boadicea's mouth, her tongue pushing out to cradle his heavy member as far as she could reach, before she suckled up the long, thick ropes of drool and precum that stretched out between the depths of her throat and his fat cockhead.

Diana leaned towards him and opened her jaws wide, pushing her tongue out and loudly inhaling his mighty scent, her eyes burning with lust as she growled to evidence her hunger, and Killer pushed his goliath cock into her face, grunting in delight as she began to lick up around the fat head. Alexis had not resisted the temptation of pushing up between the thighs of the healer, her massive cock bulging with thick veins and leaking thick, potent precum all over the tigress's breasts. The femme fatale playfully slapped her goliath shaft down on Diana's solid abs, hammering the hard muscle with the obscene weight of her virility, and Athena and Joy had curled up on the floor beneath her, pushing their faces up into her hefty, ponderous balls. "Do you think anyone could take the three of us at once...?" Alexis teased, stroking her gigantic shaft while guiding it against Diana's tight sex, stretching her labia out with just the very tip of the monstrous member. Anubis turned towards her with an expression halfway between amusement, arousal and horror as he playfully asked: "Without being torn into shreds, you mean...?"

"I'm horribly tempted to try." Vesta hesitatingly admitted, before grinning widely as she added: "I must have suicidal tendencies."

"Afraid so..." Killer amusedly observed while fucking Diana's ravenous mouth, loving the cacophony of gurgles and gargles and choking sounds coming from her tight, squeezing throat. "But we have our healer here with us, finally..." He pulled back, tearing out of the tigress's maws, and she did her best to gulp down thick mouthfuls of rich precum before rasping: "I'm not sure I'd be able to piece her back together. I'm good, but not quite that good..."

They shared a laugh as Killer leisurely stroked his colossal member and Alexis began to thrust powerfully inside Diana, and Katy stared in awe and delight at the bouncing, flexing body of the black-furred tigress, watching as her belly visibly bulged with the size of Alexis's cock, listening to every breathless moan of bliss, and her hips bucked against the air, fire burning in her loins as she found herself craving the same sensations, the same fear, the same ecstasy. Unable to wait any further, she buried her fingers into her soaked sex and pulled it open wide, lifting up her hips and spreading her legs to give him full, delicious view over her drenched, dripping passage as it winked at him, her hymen hiding her depths but only making her tightness even more evident as she looked up at her father with hunger and adoration, breathing: "I'm ready, daddy."

He smiled softly down at her as he moved over, towering above her like a mountain as he teasingly gripped into her buttocks and pushed her up higher so to sniff at her folds with a grin of delight before licking them, murring as he discovered just how much juice she was leaking, drinking it down as he mouthed her small opening and teased it with his tongue, swirling it slowly over the feeble membrane that was her sole defence, making her shiver as she realized how frail and vulnerable she was... but he kissed and slurped slowly and lovingly over her little sex, loudly suckling up the pearly juice, and she clawed into the sofa with a little mewl of bliss, her whole body shuddering in need.

Elaine and Mriya leaned forwards to kiss down the sides of his shaft, while Sekhmeth slid behind the huge male and hugged him, reaching down for his enormous balls, fondling them slowly and sensually, her breath rough as she looked at the sheer enormity of his virility next to the much smaller female. On screen the images were even more amazing and enticing as Killer's colossal girth bulldozed its way into a pregnant belly, dragging out chunks of disgusting, unrecognizable gore whenever it back-stroked, sending unborn lives splattering pathetically on the floor.

And then, after a few long moments, Killer gently put Katy's ass back down on the couch and seized the base of his huge shaft instead, slapping it softly down on the cat's exposed groin and over her muscular abdomen, smearing her in his thick fluids and making her groan in delight and anticipation as she felt all of its weight, eyes going wide at the sight of how far up her body it reached, before she moaned and clawed into the couch when he expertly began to slide the heavy member backwards, grinding it teasingly over her labia, inch after inch after inch as he stepped backwards and guided his immensity against her tender slit. When the massive head poked forwards into the hole she was spreading wide, the very tip of the helmet was enough to fill her up to burst, drawing a hiss of delight from Sekhmeth as she breathed: "Holy shit, look at that... that motherfucker is gigantic... and that poor little hole is so tiny..."

"Yes... fuck, I can feel it stretching me out already..." Katy breathed, but she did not retreat, instead spitting a mouthful of drool into her hand to smear it all over the monstrous cockhead. It was not going to help, because his precum and all her juice and Boadicea's own fluids provided far more lubrication. It only made the mixture even messier and created bubbles in it as he gently caught her ankles and made sure to keep her legs out wide as he leaned forwards over her, his massive form covering her completely as he kissed her forehead, then her lips, with fatherly affection.

"Relax as much as you can, and trust me... I'll give you time." Killer whispered, and the cat nodded hurriedly, betraying all her anxiety and hunger, her hands stroking over his masculine chest before gripping into his shoulders as she let out a cry of wonderment as he began to push, slowly and gently, stretching her out bit by bit as he buried the fat, massive cockhead into her, the pressure growing immensely as more and more of his steel-hard flesh bulldozed its way inside, forcing her poor passage open to fantastic, terrifying proportions, and she instinctively bucked hard back against him, but that only stretched her out worse as she let out a loud, stunned cry that mixed with the screaming and howling coming from the television. Mriya grasped her father's immense black shaft and tugged teasingly on it, guiding it forth, panting in awe as she watched from up close, squirming when blood spurted out and not just because the cat was a virgin. Elaine at first tried to help her younger sister in spreading her pussy open, but there was little they could do as she just was too small, so that the dragoness moved slowly up to massage Katy's lower belly and held her breath in awe when she felt his goliath cock pushing forwards, causing the angel's abdomen to bulge outwards massively, her legs kicking uselessly at the air as the huge head pressed into her hymen and smashed right through, stretching her vagina gapingly wide, making her scream as blood spilled down the obsidian member. Katy almost leapt off the couch, her back arching violently as she half-pushed, half-yanked on his shoulders, not even budging the titan as he pushed slowly forwards, burying a bit more of his immensity inside her as he gently seized her hips, steadying her in place while her thighs spasmed and trembled violently.

He stopped his movements, throwing his head back with a drawn-out growl of delight at the insane tightness of her passage, which was stretched taut around his massive girth, her poor labia stretched out of shape as they clung desperately to his member, her whole body trembling as her eyes rolled u in her skull. He stood motionless for a few long moments, then licked his hips and seized the cat's large breasts, squeezing into them while he gyrated his hips, ever so slowly and gently... "Fuck, it's been a while since I had someone this tight..." Killer hungrily observed, and Katy's eyes bulged as she looked up at her sex, trembling at the sight of the rivulets of blood and the titanic shaft still locked outside of her, but ecstasy filled her, flowing in her veins with even greater intensity than the pain and she let out a weak moan of true bliss, pushing her muzzle up to kiss his cheek and breathlessly thank him and ask him to give more.

"Shhh, Katy... slowly." Killer softly replied, nuzzling her lovingly as he made the smallest of pistons back and forth inside her, and then he pulled back, grunting at the sheer, almost painful tightness as her folds gripped him greedily, almost refusing to let go until the fat head broke out with a wet, loud, obscene pop, revealing a gaping chasm, her passage already changed forever, torn wide open and left to leak out a small rivulet of blood.

Killer's massive shaft swung up and Katy immediately grasped into it, stroking and jerking the hard meat before opening her jaws wide, leaning forwards to take it into her maw, suckling loudly and slurping over it while her chest heaved, her heart thrummed and her breath whistled out of her nostrils. With his cock gone, her legs trembled hard and struggled to stay spread so widely, while her poor passage ached and felt horribly empty now, the cool air of the room making her shiver as it blew over her open folds, but Alcana's hot breath immediately followed as the goddess leaned down to kiss them. Elaine crossed her arms on the backrest of the couch and leaned onto them, swaying her hips sensually as she pushed out her perfect ass for her father, and he slapped one firm buttock lightly before sliding his hand down towards her incandescent center, his fingers diving into a lake of pearly juice, slipping between hungry, blossomed lips that gripped into them. "Take what's yours, dad..." The dragoness enticed, and he growled hungrily at that, before grinning as Alcana seized into the base of his enormous shaft and guided it against her daughter's needy sex. He gripped her hips and spread his legs wide and allowed Alcana to position in and even begin to push the massive, blood-stained head inside, and Elaine eagerly bucked back against him with a cry of delight and impatience, while Mriya leaned over with a smirk, standing up on the couch in a way that allowed Katy to lick and kiss and mouth at her soaked, needy sex.

"Give it to me hard, daddy... I know you want to!" Elaine teased, and Killer mounted her with the growl of a beast, one strong hand rolling up her abs to grip into a huge breast, squeezing into it greedily as he slammed his hips forwards and bulldozed its way inside her for the first time, tearing her virginity apart like it had never existed at all, blood and juices squirting out of her as she clawed into the couch and crawled forwards on instinct, almost climbing up the backrest as her eyes bulged and drool flew from her jaws while her eyes rolled up in her skull, turning pure white as her scream died down into a gargle. Killer drew back his immense shaft, then rammed forwards again, hard enough to make the couch lurch backwards with an infernal scratching sound, the other goddesses grunting in surprise and hunger as they watched on in awe as Elaine's breasts were squished against the backrest and her knees hefted off the seat as Killer slammed forwards hard, burying more of his goliath shaft inside her while her entire form shuddered violently, her feet kicking uselessly at the air behind them as she screamed: "Yes, daddy, yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

Alcana smirked and licked her lips as she licked where the goliath girth met Elaine's ravenous hole, and she nuzzled and lapped into that union, jerking on the immense cock with both hands and pushing the colossal pillar of meat deeper into her daughter, urging: "Come on, Ely, make me proud! Take it! Ride the storm!"

Elaine did her very best, her claws tearing into the couch as she bucked her hips back against him, rocking her whole body and crying out in a mix of agony and delight as he thrust hard forwards again, digging deeper inside her passage and stretching it insanely wide while arching his back, gyrating his hips to grind his thick meat against her insides and growling in intense pleasure, a rumbling sound that was audible even over her shrieks, moans and prayers for him to keep fucking her. He seized a breast in one hand and collected her hair in the other, gripping them right next to the skull and using the ponytail as a rein to guide her movements as she moaned and cried out in bliss, blood streaking down her muscular thighs as she distended her legs and toes, trying to reach the floor for support before letting out a roar of ecstasy as her father rammed home another thrust, invading her womb and pushing her whole body up over the backrest of the couch, her head dropping down with a gargle, a little rope of drool falling onto the floor as she spasmed violently, her abused passage clamping eagerly down on his girth as he impaled her with half of his behemoth member. "Daddy... my god...! Oh, fuck, yeah...!" Elaine breathed, before breaking down in inarticulate cry as he ripped hard backwards and began to piston powerfully back and forth, fucking her at a savage, greedy rhythm, her huge boobs bouncing wildly on her chest and swinging into the couch with audible, meaty impacts before he playfully slapped first one buttock, then the other, murring in appreciation at the firmness of her muscles. "Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy! Fuck me!" Elaine hungrily cried, and he mounted her without mercy, sawing his enormous member in and out of her at a fearsome rhythm, sending her instinctively crawling away, her hands soon touching the marble steps behind the couch as her whole body was slammed forwards by the power of his violent pistons, while juices squirted out of her in huge volleys that splashed loudly on the floor and on the couch and on Alcana's and Sekhmeth's faces while Killer threw his head back and flexed, his huge form burning with absolute delight and bulging with power and barely contained vigor as he climbed up on the couch and forced her head down with a growl while pile-driving his mammoth cock into her, drilling her hot, delicious juices out of her. "This is what you get for being such a naughty girl, teasing your father so damn much..." Killer teased, and a shudder of delight went down Elaine's spine at the tone in his voice as the force of his thrusts nailed her in place, crushing her against the couch and forcing her arms to flex and her biceps to bulge explosively as she caught herself on the floor, working hard to keep her face from crashing into a step while she did her best to buck back against his potent pistons. "You like daddy's tough love, huh...?"

"I adore it..." Elaine hotly breathed, and Killer growled gamely and slammed forwards again, burying more of his enormous shaft inside her, loving the squelching and ripping sound it made as it stretched her out savagely, her blood streaking down his member and drawing rivulets down his balls as he grinned widely and gyrated his hips, feeling his heavy testicles smashing into Alcana's head as the dragoness licked and lapped lovingly at her daughter's ruined pussy, until his thick medial ring slapped loudly into Elaine's groin, bucking her whole body forwards. He let out a little pant, pearls of sweat rolling down his muscular frame and pleasure cursing through his veins, as hot as fire, making it hard to resist the urge to just pump away until his own orgasm would strike. Her tightness and her eager bucks were heaven and they filled him with sensations hard to even describe. She had made sure to fill many of his nights with dreams of her and of this moment and now he was savoring it in full, and it was as delicious as he had expected, and even more. He felt himself nearing the edge as he pounded her hard again and again and again, but before it would get too much to restrain he slowed down and began to tear back out of her abused passage, fighting against her tight folds as they clenched greedily on him, washing his shaft with her pearly nectar.

She moaned at the sudden emptiness deep within her body and bucked harder to impale herself again, reaching backwards blindly to grip into the enormous shaft, trying to push it back inside, mewling: "Don't make me wait, please... fuck me!"

But Killer softly slapped the back of her hand and then pulled hard back, tearing free with an ungodly gush of juices and a rivulet of blood, his immense cock swinging immediately up while he teased: "No, Ely... you teased me so much, and now it is my turn to tease you and your sisters. You'll have to beg for it, with your body as well as with words..."

Alcana and Sekhmeth craned their necks to kiss his girthy cock as it swung above them, and they loudly suckled and slurped on the hard meat, smearing their faces in the juice while Mriya allowed herself to slump back into the couch's seat and spread her muscular legs wide, trembling with excitement and hunger, her eyes glowing as she breathed: "Ready for you, daddy... always ready for you... and only for you."

She teasingly pried her black-fleshed sex open, then flexed to show off the tightness of her clenching passage, all drenched in her juices, and Alexis knelled on the floor and languidly gripped into her perfect buttocks, pushing them up while she nuzzled into her vagina with a growl of desire, her long tongue rolling out and scooping up a mouthful of nectar before flicking the clit with consummate experience. "She truly is ready, Lion... she's on fire." Alexis breathed, gripping into his cock and pumping it with greedy force as she tugged him closer, guiding the gigantic member up against Mriya's lips, feeding it to her as she leaned forwards with her maws open as far as they would go, her tongue stretching out to grind teasingly under the great member and cradle it in. Her eyes gazed up at him in a way that made him grunt and flex with a sudden burst of lust, and she practically snarled as she slurped the thick precum out of his cock, pushing forth and swallowing him into her throat, her tongue dancing around the massive girth as it locked her jaws open painfully wide and bulged her cheeks out obscenely. Her breath whistled out of her nostrils, then her throat completely clogged up with meat as he thrust deeper down her neck, bulging it out of shape as she choked and gargled, making him grin widely as he twirled his fingers into her golden hair and began to thrust back and forth, fucking her face and staring down into those beautiful, sensual sapphire eyes. "How do your sisters taste...?" The huge male teasingly asked, and Mriya murred in delight and closed her eyes, sucking hard on his massive cock and gripping into it with both hands, pumping on it and tugging it forth, trying to swallow him even deeper. Alexis, in the meanwhile, kneeled down between Killer's mighty legs and moved her attention from his ponderous balls to her daughter's needy sex, kissing now one now the other, fondling the gigantic sperm tanks and savoring his virile taste while her own monstrous black cock leaked thick precum all over the floor, while Diana watched on with a smirk, her vagina gaping wide and gushing forth with a cascade of Alexis's sperm. Pamela walked behind the couch and moved up to reach them, smirking as she gently took hold of Mriya's skull, pushing it back and forth and making her gargle as she forced Killer's cock even deeper down her throat, until Killer tore back out and jerked a massive load of precum right into Mriya's mouth and all over her beautiful features, grinning as his daughter did her very best to swallow the rich, dense batter. "I love you, daddy." She rasped, her voice distorted by the thick precum clogging her throat and airways, and she leaned forwards to kiss the massive cockhead while her eyes glinted with that innocence she was so good at faking, making him growl in almost unbearable lust, his hunger growing even greater as he flexed out of raw need, swinging his heavy shaft and loudly smacking her face with it, making her grunt in pain as her head tilted sideways, but her eye only glowed even brighter, filled with flames of lust. "I only wish all of those boys who lust after me could see me now... could watch as the only real, worthy male takes me and ruins me forever for them and for everyone else." Mriya breathed, smirking even as he cock-slapped her again, her tongue lolling out to adoringly roll over the fat cockhead, coating it in hot drool before she added: "All those boys dreaming of me... all those boys jerking their disgusting teeny-weeny dicks to photos of me... All those deluded losers, I would like to see them here, crying in the corner!" She cackled, grinning sharkishly and blowing bubbles in his thick precum while he smashed the colossal shaft down on her abs and breasts, grinding it over her soaked loins and gazing down at her with jaws agape, letting out a hot breath that became even hotter when she reached up with hands completely drenched in his potent precum, stroking down his cheeks and grinning as she arched her back to grind into the immense cock, murring: "I know you like it when I'm evil... So we have set up all the cameras. This can be... your return to the porn movie scenes."

Pamela and Mriya kissed hungrily, their tongues wrestling with passion as they shared an enormous mouthful of his thick precum, stretching ropes of it between their muzzles and then swallowing audibly before the leader of the Paladins began to lovingly lick the princess's face clean. "So every loser-boy out there gets a chance to watch on in awe... a chance to cry... and they will jerk their iny weeny dicks all the harder as they ask themselves how they dared calling themselves males." She paused and gave the finger to the cameras hidden in the vast room, and Elaine did the same, snickering... before all of the other goddesses, even Katy, did the same. "I need a tattoo to celebrate... something that will make the loser boys cry and at the same time lust after me all the more... maybe a classic "Size Matters"..."

Pamela moved over to Elaine and the two females hungrily kissed, but their eyes remained fixed on Mriya as Killer growled eagerly and allowed she and Alexis to guide his fat, enormous member against her virginal, tight sex, his hands gripping into her hips and steadying her before he rammed forwards hard, sending her juices and her blood squirting out of her hole as it stretched out insanely wide, as he bulldozed her virginity into smithereens, sinking three feet of immense maleness with a single, brutal thrust, hefting her off the seat as her back arched violently and she roared in agony and ecstasy, in triumph as she bucked her hips hard against him, willingly impaling herself even deeper while loudly gargling and chewing on his rich precum. "Fuckin' break me!" She rasped, and the huge male grinned widely and slammed forwards again, blood staining his abs and dripping from his enormous balls while her belly bulged visibly as more of his goliath member tore inside her womb, the huge male growling in delight as he pistoned back and forth with brutal force, sending juices splattering over a great distance before he leaned forwards over his daughter, forcing her spine to bend as he crushed her into the couch, one strong hand grabbing her by the skull before he rammed forwards again, roaring lustfully as she cried and shrieked out loudly as another three feet of immense cock tore up inside her with an audible, obscene squelch, her hands gripping into her legs to keep them open wide as she was pinned down, her eyes rolling up in her skull as he sawed powerfully in and out, building up a fearsome rhythm... before he snarled and slammed forwards again, tearing her open enough to sink into her all the way to the medial ring. "Fuck, yes!" Mriya howled, her feet kicking wildly at the air as her whole body spasmed visibly, and her words broke down into loud, inarticulate cries of bliss and pain as he began to pound savagely in and out, again and again and again, crushing her under his huge form and overwhelming her even as she bucked back as best she could, riding the storm and trying to work in concert with his merciless tattoo. She couldn't keep up, but her erratic, wild bouncing was delightful and it drove Killer to higher and higher peaks of passion, especially as her spectacular eyes struggled to look up at him, rolling up in her skull every few moments but then coming back to burn with flames of lust, ecstasy and adoration as she moaned and cried out loudly, all air she managed to take into her lungs going out in the form of screams of delirious ecstasy as he snarled and pounded her with powerful and incredibly fast thrusts, while thick, creamy precum flooded her in waves, much of it squelching out in ungodly, massive squirts that coated Alexis, Sekhmeth and Lilith in his essence.

"You are the fucking god! You are the fucking god!" Mriya roared, clawing into his chest while he covered her so utterly, his massive arms rising on either side of her head as he leaned over, his muscles bulging explosively and glowing in the dark with a light sheen of sweat and drool, the latter due to his Praetorians who crawled over and began to lick and kiss and massage his titanic form, panting hungrily and staring at the sheer power and speed of his pistons while Mriya bit her lower lip and threw her head back to try and suffocate another howl of delight, her nectar bursting out of her before she roared: "Daddy, you are the god... the only one... and all the loser boys out there are nothing but teeny weeny cuckolds!"

He grinned widely at her howls and seized her huge breasts in his hands, yanking her forwards just as he rammed into her once more, and his medial ring forced its way inside her abused, stretched-out passage, causing her voice to break down into a loud, echoing howl as her eyes opened wide, staring at the sky without seeing anything as drool flew from her jaws and tears rolled down her cheeks before her cry waned and changed tone and turned into a roar of triumph and ecstasy as he buried himself insanely deep within her and finally managed to hilt himself, his colossal balls slapping heavily into her perfect ass, making her whole body bounce and then stiffen, her legs attempting to wrap tightly around his waist.

"Yeah, daddy... yes... oh, fuck, yes..." She breathed, pushing her head up against his chest as she hugged him needingly, clawing into his huge, powerful shoulders and bucking her hips as hard and fast as she could, trembling under his assault as he slammed in and out of her at a vicious pace.

He fucked her ravenously, greedily, for many long minutes before unceremoniously tearing out of her devastated hole, leaving it gaping absurdly wide, gushing forth with this pre-semen and her own nectar, and he moved from mouth to mouth until he reached Katy's trembling, bleeding, ruined pussy and smashed its way inside her once more, burying himself deeper within her, and deeper, and deeper... and then, when she was trembling so hard he thought she might truly shatter, he tore out and moved over to Elaine, fucking her face and her breasts before plunging deep into her eager sex, ramming powerfully inside her until the thick medial ring made it in, and then again until he was hilted in her welcoming, incandescent passage. And then he moved back to Mriya, and again to Katy, burrowing more of his immense girth inside her... and it took time, and many pauses, but in the end he hilted inside the cat as well, holding her tightly in his arms while her whole body shuddered violently, drool leaking from her maws and soft words of love coming from her mouth while he slowly moved in and out of her, tenderly, giving her time to adjust, at least as much as her body could possibly adjust to such an invasion... and then, when the agony subsided and it was replaced in her voice by nothing but ecstasy he began to thrust harder and faster, sitting down in the couch and bouncing her up and down along his massive shaft while kissing her, with Mriya and Elaine hugging his arms, leaning against him from either side, waiting for their turn with blissful impatience. And finally, after taking care of his daughters' needs for so long, he felt that his own pleasure could no longer be restrained and he began to thrust harder and faster as his orgasm built up, an enormous load mounting as he pounded Katy with great force, his hands wrapping around her neck.

"I love you, my little angel... and I want you to be happy. I want all of you to be happy." He said, looking down into the eyes of all three goddesses as their eyes glowed with lust, craving, need. "I will let your own wishes guide me as I make you my Disciples."

Energy crackled around his arms as Katy let out a breathless cry of bliss, gripping into his wrists and looking up at him while she felt his immense energies flooding her, pumping in her veins, and she closed her eyes with a sigh of pure happiness, whispering: "I love you, daddy. I always will."

Her neck smoldered as his energies burned into her skin and flesh, but she only threw her head back with a little sigh of pleasure and surrender even as molten white gold welded together with her flesh, forming a roaring lion head flanked by beautiful, luminous angel wings spread wide, with the feathers decorated by countless tiny but luminescent diamonds. Flowers and vines of white gold wrapped around the sides of her neck and then turned into solidified darkness on the back of it, forming a black necklace which looked like a piece of leather. Her wings unfurled behind her, spreading wide, and the room filled with light even as darkness crept into all of the feathers, turning their core black. Her light was tarnished forever, and yet it glowed brighter than ever before: the edges of each feather became more luminous than a star. She groaned in pure bliss, biting her lower lip as she felt her strength increasing enormously, giving her power beyond anything her mind could have ever dreamed of, and she grew taller, although she stopped well short still of the other goddesses. Evidently, she had no desire to cease being his "little" girl, and Killer smiled lovingly at that, watching as her muscles bulked up, but only slightly, giving her a toned, athletic, spectacular build that was immediately reflected by her movements as she pushed her hands down on his masculine chest and began to rock herself up and down his shaft with far greater energy, her spine arching rhythmically as she gyrated and swayed her hips, grinding her buttocks into his groin at the end of each incandescent slide down his gigantic member. Her tail became more lion-like in appearance as a large tuft of fur emerged at its end and her breasts grew larger, gloriously firm on her chest as her features beamed in a loving smile. "Thank you, daddy..." She whispered, hugging him tightly and reaching up to touch her precious collar, and they kissed for several long moments before, without the need for a single word, she stood up with a hiss of delight and tore free of his immense cock, allowing Elaine to step over and guide it to her stretched-out, gaping pussy, her fangs seeming to glow as she grinned widely, murring in her throat as she squatted and impaled herself on his godlike cock, wrapping her arms around his neck and throwing her head back. "I love you, daddy... I adore you, and there is nothing I wouldn't do, nothing I wouldn't sacrifice just to make you smile." The dragoness said, kissing his cheek and then his lips, beginning to bounce rapidly up and down his enormous member, milking it for his precious, potent load, and he took her neck in his hands, replying teasingly: "I love you, Elaine... my number one fan."

"Fuck yeah!" She amusedly replied, before gripping into his shoulders and leaning forwards to lick up his cheek, whispering in his ear: "For you, I will be and do everything. I'm yours to command... and I will be your weapon and your priestess. I will be the dream and nightmare of the loser boys out there; I will make them into little, obedient cuckolds. If you so wished, I'd bring about the extinction of malekind in all realities, so that all might be nothing but holes for you to relieve yourself into whenever you desire it... I will make sure that every butt out there is branded KO. Because you own us all..."

Killer grinned at that, nuzzling her as he whispered: "Thank you, my evil size goddess..." He squeezed on her throat, and she let out a little cry of bliss as his energies invaded her with the force of a tsunami, expanding her power to such exhilarating levels that she began to laugh, throwing her head back with a predatory grin as she flexed muscles that grew in size and tone, bulging explosively, energy crackling loudly around her... and then her emerald eyes closed, and when they opened again they glowed sapphire like his own, while her red hair became white, luminous and in splendid contrast with her black scales, rising in almost a Mohawk on top of her skull and then flowing down in a long ponytail, while two golden horns pushed up from the top of her head and a second pair curled down on either side of her face, like those of a ram. Her already powerful and beautiful body grew stronger still, and her perfection somehow improved even more as she became every bit of the sexual predator she wanted to be in his name, and a heavy collar of silvery steel and solidified light, brighter and more precious than gold clamped shut on her throat, with a lion head on the front and intricate images of fighting and of Killer's victories covering all the surface.

She let out a hot breath of pure ecstasy, flexing her powerful form and looking down at herself with a grin, licking her lips at the glory of what she saw and felt, slowly moving her arm to admire her huge bicep bulging, and then she kissed him, hungrily, ravenously, grinding into his body and bucking her hips wildly, bouncing up and down his enormous shaft while she murred: "I'll be your shield and your sword, your priestess and your warrior, your daughter and your guardian, your tease and your delight... and whatever you wish, I will give it to you, no matter the cost. Because I love you, and I adore you, and I'm your Praetorian."

"I love you too, Ely..." Killer gently replied, and he kissed her tenderly, thrusting powerfully up into her hot, tight, clenching sex as she twisted her hips at the end of each burning slide down his length, grinding down into him with ravenous need, knowing that he was close to blowing his precious load, and she whispered in his ear: "Give it to me... give it to us all... do not hold back, daddy... drench us in your seed... fill us all up with it..." There was a tone in her voice that made him grunt and ram upwards inside her tight passage all the harder, feeling like fire was flowing in his veins, and the delight was such that he was tempted to just grab her and pound her savagely until all of his load was out of his throbbing balls. It was terribly sensual, and seemed to overwhelm all of his senses at once, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine, and it sounded deliciously slavish and yet had a note of command about it which was exceptionally powerful... and he realized that, had he been anything less than he was, he would have fallen completely under her spell. She was a true predator of lust now, and he had no doubt that she could turn proud gods into slaves with just one gaze, and consume them down to husks with little more than a teasing kiss blown in the air. "Would you like that, daddy...?" She teasingly asked, looking up into his eyes with an accomplice smirk that made him growl with hunger and delight, while her sapphire eyes effortlessly read into his thoughts and saw the images in his fantasy. "Shall we see how many gods I can turn into dust just by puckering my lips at them...? I don't suggest trying with mortals... I don't think there are enough of them for someone to survive..." She snickered and licked his cheek, and he swallowed a bit, knowing that she wasn't exaggerating at all and feeling at once delighted and terrified by that awareness. "You'd like that, huh...?" Elaine again teased, gently and adoringly, before quietly rubbing a hand over her KO tattoo, which glowed with crimson energy over her black scales. "We shall try it out when the invaders come, huh? All those losers out there think they can contest your throne... stupid bitches that they are. I'll ensure that they either die or end up surrounded by KO marks even in their home worlds."

"You are scary..." Killer amusedly observed, and she smirked and nodded before kissing his lips. "I am. That's how you like me, after all."

"I like you always and in every way... but yeah. I can't deny that this is hot as hell." The huge male replied, before pulling back out of her soaked, incredibly-tight passage. The dragoness smiled and slowly stood up, trembling and letting out a hot, drawn-out moan when the titanic cock tore out of her gaping hole, but she opened one eye and smirked as Mriya immediately moved over and straddled the colossal shaft, sitting down on it and eagerly impaling herself. "It is much hotter than Hell ever was..." Elaine began, and Mriya grunted as she hilted herself on the colossal member, rocking her body up and down rapidly and wrapping her arms around his neck as she completed: "...and it gets twice as hot right now."

She leaned forwards and he immediately met her lips midway, kissing her hungrily as he seized her neck in his hands and immediately began to thrust savagely in and out of her, his balls smacking loudly into her perfect buttocks as juices squelched loudly between their groins, her whole body trembling and flexing and spasming as they moved together furiously, vociferously, fucking each other with feral, almost vicious need. She wrapped her arms around his huge frame and clawed into her back, rocking her body even faster, trying to match the rhythm of his powerful pistons as she felt him stiffening fully within her, almost able to feel his load traveling up the immense member as it swelled even larger and smashed into her with terrible force as he hilted himself again and again and again...

And their eyes glowed in the darkness as they whispered sweet nothings and words of affection to each other, until Mriya nuzzled him and planted gentle kisses down the side of his neck, whispering: "I love you, dad... I love you so much... And I want to be your delight and the scourge of all those who dare opposing you. I will force everyone to bow down to you. I will burn the universe into ashes if you wish it. I want to be your dream, your pleasure... and the nightmare of your enemies."

"You are my Dream, and you always will be." Killer gently replied, kissing her cheek lightly. "I love you, and what I want the most is seeing you happy, and watch as you become what you dream to be."

Energy crackled loudly around them, rushing down his arms and flooding inside Mriya, making her arch her back with a roar of pure bliss, her eyes glowing solid sapphire as she spread her arms and flexed, muscles bulging explosively as her body grew and strengthened, her powers increasing to a terrible level that had even Sekhmeth shivering in a mix of awe and fear.

Unlike Elaine, who for whatever reason had wanted to change aspects of herself, Mriya did not change, but merely grew taller, stronger, her body becoming even more perfect, its proportions even more glorious as she grinned widely and tackled him down into the couch, drool leaking from her jaws as her long tongue lolled out and she began to buck even harder up and down the immense shaft, her juices squirting out of her as her passage clenched and milked him for all he was worth, making him grunt in absolute ecstasy. A heavy collar formed around her neck, with a roaring lion head clasp at the front and two serpents, one of solidified light and one of solidified darkness, which twisted their bodies together, repeatedly forming the symbol of infinity all around the choker. A necklace took shape, connected to the lower edge of the collar and made of planets shrunk down into mere pearls, and her grin widened when he took the jewel between the tips of two fingers and, with terrifying ease, summoned a distant sun just so it could hang there like a simple pendant.

Her movements became harder and faster, matching his savage rhythm, and Killer couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist, yanking her down to meet his savage thrusts as he finally felt himself getting over the edge, unable to restrain himself anymore. She felt it too, and leaned forwards to kiss him and teasingly whisper into her ear: "Am I worse than even Elaine, daddy...?" And she was. She was even more of a perfect predator, and the heat and tightness and clenching of her passage were an inferno of pleasure that made his back arch as he threw his head back and roared in delight, slamming to the hilt inside her, gyrating his hips to grind against the ravaged, incandescent walls of her passage as he slammed viciously fast in and out of her devastated sex. She snarled in triumph and ecstasy even as her eyes rolled up in her skull, her legs trembling violently and her whole body shuddering while she clawed into his back, screaming in a mix of delight and agony as she felt his seed erupt deep within her, blasting into her womb with such force that she almost recoiled, her belly already bulging out as that first load alone kept coming and coming, so much of the thick batter filling her up that it burst back out around the sides of his massive, monstrous shaft as it continued to pound up into her, her ribs stretching and crackling audibly as the huge member ground against them from inside, before he blasted a second and even larger volley, standing up while she howled in bliss and need.

Elaine and Katy eagerly crawled off the couch and went on their knees before him, and Alexis, Alcana, Sekhmeth and Diana followed, before all of the other goddesses lined up ahead of him, arching their backs to offer their prodigious breasts and their beautiful faces as targets, their eyes burning with desire and their tongues stretched out invitingly. He tore out of Mriya, and his daughter dropped to the floor and snuggled between Elaine and Alexis, smiling widely as her mother kissed one cheek and her sister the other, before Pamela hugged them from behind, hurriedly uttering a welcome into the Praetorians before they were silenced by another enormous rope of thick cum splashing down over them as Killer pumped out his immense load, his body burning with pleasure, muscles flexing and bulging with power as the girls he loved ground their bodies together, hugged and kissed and shifted to catch even more of his cum over their bodies, bathing in the flood of virile batter as he drenched their faces one by one, blast after blast after blast firing out all over them... and Satan's desperate screams of agony only added to their pleasure, the puny laments coming from Lilith's boot as the scrawny demon struggled to swim in a rising flood of cum that was so hot that it burned his flesh down to the bones while the waves slammed him up against the sole of the boot, choking him, drowning him while his eyes went wide as Killer's titanic sperms swam all around the cage, looking like giant sharks that could have easily eaten him whole. They snapped their jaws at him, and he cried in terror, hoping that the bars of his cage would resist. And Killer laughed and continued to unleash his virile batter all over the grinning goddesses, spreading his legs wide as Sekhmeth moved up to kiss his ass, pushing her muzzle into his musky crack and licking slowly all over it, her hands fondling his goliath testicles, squeezing out huge load after huge load. Anubis added his own copious load, covering Athena and Joy in thick cum, and still Killer wasn't done, erupting several other massive volleys and grinning in triumphant delight.

And that was just the beginning of a long, long and wild night.