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How long has it been since I last slept? I don't know. Lost count some time ago.
Oh, wow, I've been awake for at least two months. I tried to sleep a little today, but... nope. Not even a yawn. I guess I still have a lot of energy left to burn—but how much and for how long, damn, even my flawless mind fails to grasp.
I thought these men would do it. All around me, I see a fraction of the 15,000 boys who were ushered in to (hopefully) take me down. Their bodies litter the room like half-corpses... but I joke. They're still very much alive and well, and on their faces, oh, all that I see is the expression of pure, unbridled bliss!
"M-mom... mom... mommy..." They cry and moan and squeal, and their half-hardened cocks spew a few more threads of semen, potent beasts that they are!
I'm proud of this bunch. They weren't exactly the top Alpha male in the Universe, but they were clearly endowed and put on a good fight. We have been fucking for almost 72 hours, which I confess, is on the "upper bound" for me in terms of difficulty.
"God... goddess... oh, mommy!!" One of the squeals. A couple dozens of them do, in fact. Their penises twitch and convulse, and whenever they spring up hard enough, sometimes they ejaculate some beautiful, steamy loads:
Spurt-spurt! Splurt-splurt!
The room is all cocks and balls, flesh and semen. I look around and lick my lips. I love painting the rooms and the walls, the ceilings and the floors of my space station with hot male cum. Hot cum. Pure semen.
"Yum! Yum!" I purr, and my enormous breasts fight for space in the mass of rock-hard abs and sprawling, expansive pecs that I use as beds and pillows. Dozens of men convulse and squirm around and under me. I feel my colossal glutes squishing the hard flesh of many of them. Bulging men. Powerful men. The shortest of them is eight feet tall.
"Goddess... mommy, mommy..." One of the men squeals on my side, and I softly take up his head and pull him over, also leaning to him tenderly before I bless his rosy (but a bit bloodied) lips with a long, warm, wet, soft kiss.
Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.
His huge body trembled and squiggles. I feel his muscles hardening involuntarily, his nerves preparing him to flee! His penis, a long masterpiece of twelve flaccid inches, spews hot cum constantly, and his balls are the size of tangerines.
As three other men fondle my sides, my breasts, and my godly muscles, I reach out to this man's balls as we kiss and lovingly make out in his sleep. I cup his fat gonads with a single hand, and oh mama, they are delicious. They look and feel very small on my hands, unfortunately, as all things look and feel (and are) very tiny compared to me.
His testicles the size of tangerines would have felt colossal on any woman's hands, any regular female back on Old Earth, but on my hands, oh, oh... they just feel like regular old testicles. Almost like baby balls, and his twelve inch might as well be a baby dick on my palm.
"You are so, so handsome," I purr and whisper as I kiss him, and the slobber of our mouths drools down out chins and on my fathomless bosom.
Bwoom! Bwooom! Bwoooom...!
Even with my slightest motions, my colossal mega-tits of milk and power rumble like black holes sucking stars in our vicinity. After much focus, I make the milk stop overflowing, but most of our bodies are covered not in cum (alas!), but in my own superior, thicker cream.
"You boys were wonderful," I speak softly and slowly, cradling the men on my right with my other arms, pumping my muscles the way I know they love it, and slowly, second after second, the beat-down, torn-up, destroyed hunks sink their lips and their hands in my flesh and rub themselves on me like fearful kittens seeking warmth on their momma's body. "Oh, boys..." I purr, roll up my eyes, and raise my chin lovingly. "You're so much muscle!" My palms are delighted on their flesh. Genuinely. "You've got so much muscle... such hard and potent muscles... hmm, goddess, you are muscles, muscles everywhere!"
I feel several men kissing my feet. They rub their faces on my enormous soles and cover my heels with kisses and licks. I purr and moan as I feel the collective love of almost fifty studs rubbing me, pulling my flesh, sinking their hands and their teeth on my breasts and stimulating the hot, magma-like flow of super-thick milk.
Glooorsh... Glooorsh... Glooorsh... Gluuuursh…
From every corner of that one room, you can hear the milk churning and rolling inside my breasts.
My tits are colossal, that I much I told you, but the scale still eludes most people. I don't merely have breasts like cow udders; my breasts are the size of cows. Each of them. One breast, one cow. The other breast, another cow. While most women are lucky if they get each tit to be as big as a cow udder, my formidable are the size of the whole COWS.
They look a tad monstrous, certainly, but thanks to my 12'8'' of height (that is: twelve inches and eight feet tall), they look just massive enough while also being proportional with my figure.
"Boys...!" I utter, and then my lips go a little crazy on the handsome, chiseled faces of some of these wonderful stallions. The entire room rings with the hissing of steam, the bubbling of hot cum, and the rumbling and flexing of rock-hard muscles.
Wrooom... Wrooom... Wroooom…
There are about five hundred males in that room. All covered in jizz.
"God... oh, god, god..." They cry and they moan and they whimper, and the hot cum from their own and their rivals' balls glue their mighty arms to their colossal, well-sculpted torsos.
I look around and find little to criticize. They might not be the absolute top of the top, finest cream of the Universe (I ended this crop a few months ago), but they're still among the one million finest, strongest, most powerful and virile studs in the Known Universe.
Out of quintillions of quintillions of quintillions, like, billions times billions times billions times billions (and more) of human beings, they are the top one million. That's, like... 0.000000000001%?
No, not even close. That's more like... 0.00000000000000000000000000000000000000...[one million zeros]...000000001% of all known human males.
They are elite. They are gods. And they all failed.
After a lot of this kissing and smooching, I get up. I tried to satisfy myself with their bodies, but again, they ended up short. I rise from the mass of males, and all these dozens of males piled on top of each other form a bed or a very big chair, like a divan, where I have rested all this time.
My body drips with their cum. I slide my fingers up my abs, and there I gather a lot of semen. Over a gallon. "Hmm, yum!" Failed or not, there's one thing these studs never fail to deliver: and that's a lot (and I mean, A LOT) of cum! "The nectar of the gods!"
I rise from my divan of muscles, cock, cum, and balls, and I feel the Alpha males reaching out to me in their sleep, squirming and wiggling while their cocks still ooze a few final, desperate loads of semen. "C-come... here..." They utter, half-drunk, very battered and bruised, in their hurtful sleep. "C-come back... we ain't... done yet... little girl…"
I chuckle. I love their bravery and audacity. Even though the vast majority of these studs have fallen within a minute of me laying a finger on them (and about a quarter of them ejaculated themselves into a coma after just seeing my naked body), many of them still try to put on some game; to pretend that they're big and strong and powerful Alpha males, and not that I have devoured them and sucked them dry like only a GOD can do to a mortal.
"You have made me proud, studs," I utter as I tower above them all, the tallest of them barely reaching up to my tits when they were awake. "You are big and strong and your balls... oh... they are so, so full of cum!"
I gather the semen from my lower body with my hands. My enormous hands. On each hand, I gather about a gallon of cum. Yes, that's right: each of my hands has enough volume to hold a few gallons of semen. At over twelve and a half feet of height, everything grows bigger. My body, my limbs, my muscles, everything scales proportionally until I look like a behemoth even next to fairly tall men.
A ten-feet-tall stud looks short next to me. An eight-feet-tall is a manlet. At best, a short king.
Men seven feet or under are dwarfs, and they don't get anywhere near my pussy. Not that I wouldn't love to love them, to make them feel loved, but at this scale, even just being near me is enough to fry their nerves and kill them.
My power and hunger are on a scale utterly incomprehensible to all other men. Even the strongest stud who's ever mated with me, Lord Jupiter, succumbed in tears and incontinent orgasms after I had depleted him.
"G-god... g-goddess... goddess!!!" I still remember the way he looked at me, and the utter shock and horror, submission and humiliation that drenched his once mighty face.
Jupiter was the only man to have made me orgasm on his own. He was the only man to have ever lasted over a week solo with me, let alone a month!
Next to other men, Jupiter was on a scale all of his own—and even he could not comprehend the beast, the demon that had just slept with him.
By the end of that month of violent copulation, a whole portion of the planet was flooded with his semen. I scarcely remember the exact numbers (who gives a shit about that, anyway?), but it was something like an Indian Ocean worth of cum.
An Indian Ocean, that is, back on the Old Earth, when the oceans hadn't yet been so depleted.
That's... a lot of cum. That's scores more cum that I'd ever seen tens of thousands of the strongest males in the Universe produce.
My palace right now, for instance, drips and burns with unfathomable amounts of cum. On the ground below me, the sea of semen rises up to my calves. That's several feet deep of cum, and that's not even the deepest part of this ocean of hot, boiling jizz. "Yum...!"
Everywhere I look, I see piles... nay, mountains of men glued together by their own cum. Their hot, sexy bodies ooze semen like they're sponged having absorbed the combined ejaculation of a million times a million times a million horses.
Their cum is perfect. As far as the semen from human balls is concerned (the strongest and most coveted semen in the Known Universe, I might add), theirs is... flawless. It's the best semen that semen can get... and still, with all their power, all the might from their oversized balls, their combined loads after 72 hours is just a speck, an insignificant fraction of the literal ocean of ejaculate the Horse God Jupiter had produced.
"Hmm, Jupiter... dear, old Jupiter!" I reminisce about him. The old god was privy and very faithful to his woman. Still, no matter how monogamous they were, no couple could in the Universe could spend their lives without sleeping at least once with me.
It's a physical impossibility: when the most flawless human who has ever been exists in your midst, you have to see her—and you have to lay with her.
It's not a matter of law. It's simply... oh... inevitability.
Look at these hundreds of males around me, clustered together in these huge, sexy lumps of swollen muscles and still-big, throbbing nuts. They are the top males in the Universe, and their seed contains the finest DNA of our species.
Their genes—their holy and superior genes!—represent the zenith of thousands of generations of relentless, eugenic breeding.
From as far back 20,000 years before the founding of the first Terran cities, their families (the most genetically primed couples of their time) were engaged in serious and methodical mating.
Their fathers devastated towns, murdered millions, and single-handedly cracked tens of thousands of skulls each in search of the finest women; the maidens with the fattest tits, the juiciest asses, the thickest pairs of thighs, and the tightest, wettest, hottest cunts…
... and these maidens, soon to be their mothers, looked for their fathers as well, refusing to mate with any male under six feet tall (back then, this was considered a great height for a man) or six inches of soft cock (likewise, this is what passed for a "big penis" in those times).
Whenever two Alpha males clashes, the fat-tittied maidens stood by and waited for either of them to gore the other, and on the mass of bloodied corpses and cracked skulls, they mated with their barbarian victors to generated even bloodier, more brutal conquerors, and even bustier, lustier maidens.
This was millennia ago, tens of thousands of years before the common era, and their forefathers and fore-mothers already were like gods next to their contemporaries, and their long, unbroken lineage of relentless breeding has carried on to this day, resulting in these 15,000 Alpha males who, among so many others, carry the uttermost finest genes of our species.
It has long been noted that human genetics has reached its peak. Whereas a powerful stud and a fine mare from, say, ten thousand years ago would have produced offspring that were 5% "better", healthier, and more genetically fit, today the advances are on the hundredths of hundreds of decimals!
Today, the Universe's strongest male (Jupiter) and its second strongest female (his wife Galatea, that beautiful, gorgeous deity!) are expected to produce offspring only 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000001% healthier than themselves, and this evolution is set to approach absolute zero sometime in the next century.
Evolution, it turns out, has an end point—and we are it!
Humanity has arrived at a point were the finest of its breed no longer have a single gene to improve. Trillions times trillions times trillions of fragments of genetic material have reached their dead end.
I look around at all these males and I see... it. The genetic end. A beautiful end, but an end nonetheless: this is the best our species will ever look. This is the strongest, manliest, most virile our males will ever get.
And they can barely make me cum!
"Good boys." I walk amidst them and fondle their hard, shapely buttocks. "Oh, wow!" Some of these butts are really appetizing. A squeeze a few and slap many: Slap! Slap! Slap! I calibrate my slaps to be as weak as possible, but still their entire bodies, thousands of pounds worth of muscle each, shake and wobble on the piles of their buddies. "You're such good boys. Such, such good boys!" Still, I can't help but loving those men, and even if they always come up short of making me cum, I'll always show the most sincere and heartfelt appreciation for their gender—which is, I believe, the only reason I'm still alive.
I live to love men.
I am a goddess, after all, and I must be worshiped!
Squirt! Splart! Splurt!
I feel some of their cocks spontaneously ejaculate as I fondle their buttocks and pat their loving muscles. The steam rises from their freshest loads, which splash loudly on the indistinguishable mass of billion of gallons everywhere else.
I turn my eyes up and see the ceiling completely covered in cum. Good cum. The finest cum that can ever be extracted from a big, thick, hard human cock. Cum so thick and hard it barely drips down, and when it does, it's in loads as large as children, and they splash down like meteors hitting dirt: Spluuursh!! Spluuursh....!!
Some of these big boulders of cum splash now and then, and the room is a symphony of soft moans and groans that get louder wherever I walk by. Their bodies react spontaneously to my presence, and their dicks, even after 72 hours of SEXUAL MASSACRE, spew a few, fat loads in my honor, saluting me with a "leftover jizz" that's still voluminous enough to fill big cups and deep jugs.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt...!
I stand in the middle of the room and look around, and all that I see is utter sexual devastation. "You are the biggest boys in the Universe," I tell them, very proud of their youthful virility. The youngest of them is eighteen, of course, and the oldest is twenty-six.
They are young, potent, and virile enough to plow through thousands of maidens every day, and their potency was once described to me as "lasting weeks before rest".
All of them, sleepy.
All of them, beaten.
All of them drained and defeated by me after 72 hours.
"I love you," I utter before turning and walking over to the next room.
The finest genetics in all of humanity. Almost 24,000 years of careful eugenics and meticulous breeding. The finest bloodlines of each generation mating and intermingling to create GODS in the flesh... and all of this just so they could succumb to me in barely over three days of light mating.
"It is what it is."
Because their genes are almost perfect, yet mine... are absolutely so.
My genes are perfect.
My genes are... it.
All of this babble, my dear witness, is to try and convey to you an idea of how flawless I am.
I am trying to make you understand the scale between me and the rest of my species.
"Near-perfection" is a good as a deadly illness to me.
Twenty-four millennia of flawless breeding could only produce males a fraction of a fraction of a fractions as powerful as I am on a very weak day, after MONTHS without sleeping, oh, and relentlessly breeding tens of thousands of these males almost daily throughout!
The second strongest male in our Universe—Jupiter—was the only one to come close to making me feel something for him; to give me a taste of weakness and vulnerability; to make me feel—Gasp!—small and vulnerable.
"A woman."
Yes. A woman.
Jupiter was the only one who got close to making me feel like... a woman.
I know that I am a woman.
I am the most woman a woman can ever be.
I AM THE ULTIMATE WOMAN.
And yet... I never really felt how a woman was supposed to feel.
Weal. Scared. Vulnerable.
I've never been laid by a man who made me feel for my life and beg him to slow down. There mere notion of this is still incomprehensible to me.
Jupiter was the only one who got close to making me feel this. To making me feel... I dunno. However a normal human female was supposed to feel.
"And it was heaven!!" I utter I was waddle through the ocean of hot cum into the next room.
Jupiter gave me his all... and he was just as vanquished as all these hundreds of males around me in the end. "Still..." I speak aloud, caring not if any of these pathetic males hear me. "Fuck. He mounted me. He rode me like he was the one in charge!" As my long and luscious hair whips by butt, I reach to it with one hand and stroke my smooth, flawless black locks, feeling on my nape the memory of the star-splitting grip of that incredible male. "He... he pulled my hair... and it hurt! It actually hurt!" Just remembering it makes my heart throb a few beats faster. Just a few. "He...!"
Jupiter was amazing. Of all the millions of males I have mated with, he was the only one—THE ONLY ONE!—that actually felt... good.
He was the only one who's cock actually felt... strong. Almost superior, at times, to my pussy.
"One month..." I reminisce as I walk into a corridor, pushing away the bodies of my men who floated on their pools of cum, which look like one long white river here. "He fucked me for one month!" As I recall his strength and stamina from the past, I feel a heat growing in my womb. "Hmm!" His penis thrashed me. It devastated me. It... conquered me, in a way. "Hmm, god!"
Jupiter was the only man who... who…
Oh, how do I describe it? Hmm.…
…
…
Yes, hmm. I think, uh... this is a good way to put it: he was the only man who's dick actually marked me, you know. His dick actually left a mark inside of me, like…
"He reshaped me!"
My womb now burns like it hasn't burned in any second of these past few months, let alone these last 72 hours. It burns with the memory of Jupiter's tip filling it up, stretching my walls past their limits, and actually bloating me up like I have too much dick inside of me. "God...!"
Like I have more dick that I can actually handle, and Jupiter was the only guy to have made me feel this way. "Jupiter... oh, Jupiter…"
He was the only guy who makes me girly like this: muttering his name and singing him praises out loud, on my own. "Oh, well... maybe I should pay him a visit again."
I look around and... oh, shame on me! I see all these males with disgust! Comparing them to Jupiter is like comparing worms to a lion, and the strongest of them would be, at best, like a kitten.
Their weakness disgusts me... but I hope back my negative emotions and reconnect with my innate love for all man.
Cum. Oh, yes, their cum. I was almost forgetting about it, yes: their cum! On my vast and powerful hands, I still gather the cum that's plastered all over my body. Thick. Rich. Creamy. Fertile beyond compare. I lead my cum-full palms to my fat, luscious lips, and drink from them like a car from a bowl.
Even the semen from the weakest males ("weakest", that is, by my holy standards) tastes like nectar from heaven in my mouth. I need gallon-full portions to fill up my mouth and sate my throat, but when I gather this amount from my breasts or the deep, tight spaces between my 12-pack abs, oh, the air around me rumbles with the deep, thick swallowing, the gulping of those endless liters traveling down to my divine stomach:
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp...!
I walk through that corridor, which is very dark and long, and all around me piles upon piles of males follow like rows of white flesh and hard muscles. Two walls of males, one on either side, and they're almost all white, with a few dark-skinned meds thrown in between.
I stretch my muscular arms to their bodies and pat their buttocks, stroke their long and flaccid cocks, squeeze their breasts, slap their faces, and play with their hair.
Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect! They all feel "perfect" to me, although more like in the way of toys instead of actual lovers.
I love men. What can I say? I love them all, even though they will never come close to pleasing me. Not even the ultimate stud among them did this, so it's not fair to judge them harshly.
I emerge into a new room, where I see (and smell) almost six hundred men laid out in a similar state of sexual devastation. This room is filthier and "wetter" than the previous one, with large lakes of semen filled with hung bulls and powerful studs stuck on them. Unlike actual lakes or even pools full of literal milk, the bulls don't "float" on the surface of these lakes, but instead are stuck to them like flies on a web, because their semen (but specially my milk) is just so so so thick!
I see mountains of men rising to fifty feet beside me. For once, my towering height means little next to the aftermath of my pussy onslaught. Hundreds of men squirm and moan, and this room is louder with the sound of their ejaculations, which are more numerous and plentiful, with big and beautiful loads traveling in many-feet-long arcs toward me.
"Oh, hmm! For me?" I yelp and tease, and then I open my mouth to gulp many of these cum shots.
Glorsh! Glorsh! Glorsh!
Their spurts splash smack in the middle of my mouth. They are pretty impressive considering their devastated state! Oh! A few of these spurts fill up the bottom of my mouth, like, coating my tongue in sperm, and then a few more of them, coming from several different dicks, add to the load until I have a bucket of bull cum bloating my cheeks. "Oh, wow! Hmm!" I continue to tease them, uttering without spilling a single drop. "So much cum for mommy!"
I shake the semen, which is scorching hot, from cheek to cheek and back to cheek, and then I gulp.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
More semen rains on me from the many dicks that are super hard... even when their owners are passed out, asleep, or comatose.
Spurt! Spurt! Sploorsh!!
Several threads of thick, white loads travel in long arcs over me, and I move in front of them to bathe in cum. "Oh, boys! You are always so generous!" My naked body, already white and sticky with jizz, becomes filthier and creamier as their loads pile on me.
No matter how many hundreds of dicks sleepily ejaculate on me, though, they will never cover me at this rate. After all, I must remind you, dear loser, that I am COLOSSAL, and only the combined force of hundreds of these males at top condition can hope to cover me, inch after inch, in their virile ball juice.
"I need more cum," I utter, and I head to a particularly tall pile of males to satiate my desire. Thinking about Jupiter has gotten me hot and horny again. Gods know when I'm going to rest or sleep again. In the lack of sleep, relaxation on large pools of semen always does the trick.
I approach this massive pile of men and see it oozing with cum. The hot semen flows down like the world's slowest, but also bulkiest waterfall. The fattest fucking jizz is streaming down, down, down, and when I sink my hand in it, in that wall of males, I coat it all the way up to my wrist. "It's like a vertical pool," I utter, and then I turn around and rest my back on it.
Glursh... Glursh... Gluursh... Gluursh…
The hot, boiling cum weighs on my head and sticks to my long, flawless hair. I feel the semen taking over my shoulders and spilling onto my breasts. I sink further, pushing my colossal back against the wall of males, and I feel twenty dicks poking me, vibrating against my muscles, and then ejaculating once their owners realize (in their subconscious and instinct) who's touching them.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Dozens of dicks more above me proceed to ejaculate with incredible power (again: amazing coming from men who are essentially bed-ridden!), and I see a shower, almost a rain of cum as that curtain of jizz continues to coat and cover me.
My hands are right at works, spreading the semen on my tits, then my abs, coating me with that delicious ball nectar, several times thicker than the sperm of literal bulls. "That's it, boys. Mommy needs all your cum." Raising my head, I close my eyes and let the river of cum coat my face completely.
I hear doors opening. Somebody enters. Whatever. This bath is so good...!
I hear steps drawing closer to me. I hear giant, massive pairs of breasts wobbling and booming: Bwoom-bwoom-bwoom-bwoom....!
They are like my breasts, but like, several times lesser. Hilariously smaller, softer, and lighter.
They are the biggest breasts in the Universe, yet they all pale (to a ridiculous scale!) next to mine.
Once again: I'M OFF THE FUCKING CHARTS. The world's largest, biggest-breasted beauties are but servants to my whims.
Remember what I said about women being lucky enough to have breasts as large as cow udders? Well, these are those women! Though their breasts are even larger, harder, more delicious, as are their butts and their muscles (among those who show to display their muscles, that is).
Several mountain-breasted, giant-assed women approach me, and I know who they are already without looking, down to their names.
Glurb... Glurb... Glurhs... Glorsh…
I hear their dozens of pairs of feet waddling through the thick rivers of cum on the floor while I merely bath on that delicious cum waterfall, sinking my head as deep as I can against that wall of flesh and feeling the ropes of cum smack me heavily on my tits:
Splorsh-splorsh-slop-splursh...!!
Delicious beyond compare! More and more of my body gets covered by an ultra-thick cape of cum. The girls approach me, but we ignore each other; they let me bathe on the cum and I let them help themselves to my harem, whose men are theirs as much as they are mine.
It's difficult for the girls not to get distracted by all those bull-hung studs and, of course, all that semen! I hear their shivers and their whispers as they travel across the room. Their pussies drip and gush, and they are all fertile and lush, even those who carry babies in their bellies!
"God... oh, god…"
They slide their hands on the cum-covered bodies and gasp at the perfection of the men underneath it. So many muscles, I know, and such big and powerful muscles as well!
"It feels like bestiality," they comment. "Men so muscular and big!"
They grab their hard cocks like joysticks, and I hear squeals of delight as the mighty penises squirt big fat loads upon being touched. "Oh, god, look at this! They're even hung like horses and cum like donkeys!"
They all know this. This is all routine for them. However, they like saying these things out loud because, well, it's just so fucking hot!
With giggles and smirks, they approach and surround me. I'm completely covered in semen at this point, and my body is like the statue in a fountain being doused repeatedly by the liquids that sprout from above me. Their heartbeat rises and their breaths quicken as the watch my colossal, godly form move under so much cum.
The semen feels heavy around me. I'm always moving my hands around, dragging gallons of the cum along my body and rubbing it like soap. The consistency and texture of that liquid is... well... it defies description. So much thicker than honey, but also less aggressive than glue. It stick and burns my skin while also massaging me with its countless potent sperm cells, their trillions times trillions of muscular tails whipping my pores as they spread them around and under my tits like butter.
Bluursh... Bluursh... Bluuursh…
The girls are respectful. Whatever they came here to say, they wait until I'm done with that bath.
After minutes of waiting, they join me. The tallest and strongest of them come first, following the unspoken hierarchy among them. "Goddess be praised!" They bow respectfully before they merge with the wall of cum, and I take their waists and pull them closer, squeezing them against my body and drawing instantaneous orgasms from their cunts.
The room is filled with moans, then screams. It's a beautiful thing! Despite the intensity of their orgasms, they don't pass out; they don't even lose their balance or fall to their knees, but instead, they remain standing next to me, suffering those unbelievable orgasms that my touch yields them without losing their demure or their composure.
Such immense strength and self-control if befitting of my closest advisors. These are the highest-ranking acolytes of my posse. The literal strongest women in the Universe... other than, of course, yours truly.
Their breasts lactate abundantly against mine. We're completely covered in cum, to the point that we feel submerged on a lake, and though we don't see each other's faces, we don't need eyes to seek each other's breasts and suckle deeply from their offering.
Some knees quiver and some legs wobble, though, after their lips get a taste of my fruitful nectar. "T-too much...!" They whimper, making bubbles under the cum. "T-that too... much...!!"
After fifteen minutes of kissing and fumbling, the first of the women falls to her knees and SCREAMS: "Aaaaah-AAAARRRHHH!!!" Her pussy showers us in delicious cum.
I emerge from the wall of semen, carrying four girls on my arms. "Let's go to the pool," I say, and then I pick up more of my girls and throw them on my shoulders, including the one woman who's shaking and squirting on the ground.
Before all is said and done, I'm carrying over twenty women with me, with dozens of others following me from behind, and my steps shake the room as I walk to that immense lake of semen in the middle of it.
I sink my colossal legs deeper and deeper into the lake. It's deep enough to cover me only a few meters in. "Aah, this is heaven!" I purr, and then the dozens of women and I make out and cuddle in the colossal bath of cum.
One hour passes. A few of the girls are severely destabilized, shaking on the edges of the pool, and a few others need to move away so the orgasms don't take over their minds and fry their brains.
The strongest of them, however, hold out well. They lay upon my body, resting on me like I'm a giant bed, and I feel like a momma wolf nursing her cubs as they rub their angelic faces of my mountains of flesh, that is, my breasts, and delight their hands on the solid power of my diamond-chiseling abs.
Their pussies burn with never-ending squirts, but it's nothing that they can't take, and their lips are seldom needy of kisses, coming to-and-fro my cheeks or finding themselves in the receiving end of my deep and generous kisses.
All in all, I have six powerful women, all tall and strong and muscular, making out with me. I avoid touching their pussies only because I know this would be too much for them.
"Did you enjoy this batch, goddess?" They ask me, and I'm slow to answer, for their velvet lips taste so good. Ah, so good!
"They were amazing."
We kiss and kiss and kiss, and after a lot of kissing and breast-to-breast action, our conversation continues:
"When you say amazing, you mean...?"
"They were lovely, but they were nothing special."
"Bummer. I thought this batch would scratch your itch."
I take her face lovingly with my hands, and it's funny how we're both, like, completely covered in cum! "You know damn well there' no man—or army of men—who's ever going to scratch any itch of this powerful body." I sigh, feigning sadness for my glorious fate. "It's time to face it, girls: I have achieved godhood. My body is flawless—down to every atom! No mortal can ever hope to conquer even a single pore of mine, and this ultimate blessing is also my curse."
I feel some of them rolling their eyes, but they know this lofty talk is more than backed up by the hundreds of thousands of pounds of pure muscle that they feel rubbing against their skin. "Goddess..." They gasp and coo as they run their hands along my colossal muscles. "You're made of mountains!" Indeed, it feels like fumbling mountains, touching my muscles like that. "Even your breasts feel... iron-hard! Rock fucking solid!"
I feel their teeth closing around my nipples and five different mouths sharing my teats.
The strongest of these gals, though fondling the base of my breasts very lovingly, stays on my face, focusing on business amidst our many kisses and declamations of love. "I suppose you haven't gotten pregnant yet?"
I shook my head. "No. No babies for me."
She sighed before drinking the cum from my shoulders, shaking it in her mouth, then kissing me, trading cum from mouth to mouth with the aid of our tongues. I allow the semen to spill from my lips and bubble, pop, and froth back down to our breasts and our shoulders.
The semen spills from our nostrils when we break the kiss, and a huge bridge of cum steams between our mouths and chins when we pull our faces away. "Goddess, you can have children."
"I don't want to."
"It's time the Universe has an heir. It's an affront not to pass your genes on."
"I'm still young."
"Twenty-four isn't young. It's hag territory."
I chuckle. I love her. She's intimate enough with me to tease me like this.
We kiss. We make out. Our breasts are spilling milk by the gallons!
"Goddess..." She continues.
"I will have children, yes, but I'm waiting until I'm thirty to settle down. My womb is too holy to accept the semen of unworthy males so young." I frown. "Given that all males are, by default, unworthy of me, I'll take my time. I will have my fun, and when I'm old enough to be a dinosaur, that is, at the age of thirty, I'll let some sperm inside of me and get this over with." I sigh. "Probably will have to be Jupiter's seed, if his wife allows it."
There silence. I notice that even the other girls aren't so hungry for my tits anymore.
Hmm. Something I said rubbed them the wrong way. I look at them and try to read their faces before I ask: "What? Did I say something awkward?" The Alpha acolyte smirks, and then I realize they're hiding some pretty big news from me. "What? What is it, you naughty devils?" We kiss we kiss we kiss and... "Tell me already. You came in here for a reason."
She lowers her eyes and struggles to contain her excitement. When she looks at me again, I know she's about to give me the most important piece of news I have ever heard until now: "It's about Jupiter."
My heart flutters. Boom-boom!! The girls shake on my body as it itself is shaken by the more powerful throb from my potent organ.
They squeal. They squirt. After they gathered their nerves, I inquire: "Does he want to see me again? Did his wife agree to share her god-bull with me once more?" She doesn't answer. She keeps her big, shiny green eyes on me, but she doesn't answer. "Say it. If she's not cool with lending me her sperm bag, then what does Jupiter want from me?"
She waits just long enough to answer for her silence to start becoming annoying. Before she gets to my nerves, though, she reveals her little secret: "It's not Jupiter himself. It's his son."
My heart flutters again. BOOM-BOOM!
"Huh," I mutter, and the room is quiet, quiet, deadly still. All the hundreds of men there disappear. Even the girls become just a whimper in my memory.
"Jupiter and Galatea have a son," she tells me. "And he has just come of age."
The semen bubbles and boils around us. Under the calming touch of millions of gallons of bull batter, I hear everything that my acolyte has to say.