The Med Stallion and the Nordic Futa

That hung bastard!

I enter the room and I’m immediately greeted by my giant, muscular babes.

“He’s quite something, isn’t he, mistress?” One of them bow before me. Her muscles ripple against her clothes.

I hear the fabric stretching and her clothes tearing apart. She’s bigger than before. They have been exercising, I see.

“Mmph! You tell me!” I struggle to contain the monstrous mass in my pants. My tits are so big, however, that even with all this meat getting hard, I’m unable to see the monster dangling between my legs. “I can’t stay in that room much longer. My cock… it’s bulging monstrously!”

The ladies around me lick their lips, and they want to lick all the cum from my body.

That hung animal! I’m covered in his stuff!

The semen steams in the air, living a trail of smoke behind me. There’s also a huge ass trail of milk, still boiling as if it was fresh out of his cock.

I enter another room, and the girls follow me.

There are seven of them. The other five are with him.

“Screens,” I utter, and the room gets covered from wall to wall with screens. Or rather, the walls are the screens, and they display the action in that little room, the small bedroom where I left him to breed my women.

“How long do you think he’s going to last with them?” My girls ask me.

I ignore them.

One massive woman approaches me. She’s followed closely behind by another equally massive gal. Well, not “equally”, as she is a little shorter and less muscular—but barely!

The ground shakes with their thunderous steps. Their pants are ripping with their muscles.

“Mistress,” the biggest gal bows gently. The milk churns loudly in her breasts.

“My goddess,” the second biggest bow as well. The milk revolves more aggressively in her colossal boobs, as if to compensate for her slightly inferior size. These two had a friendly rivalry going on.

The other girls are a little scared of them. They stand back, quivering very lightly.

“What… monsters!” They stare at us in all, and I stand between those two massive women as the GODDESS of them all.

My colossal super prick is tearing through my pants. My body still reeks of semen.

The two enormous ladies approach me. Minerva and Dea, they are named.

Minerva is the second largest of my harem. Like all of the other girls, she had grown stronger. Bigger. More buff and muscular.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The place shakes with her steps. On the numerous, giant screens, we watch the bull mount the most muscular of his five ladies on his dick, plunging his tool on her pussy and womb while standing, but his image fades into the background as my supreme body, covered in his steamy cum, takes over the minds of all the women.

Minerva is huge. She stands 10 feet tall, packing 3,600 pounds of muscle. Her breasts alone are the size of small cars. Sometimes, depending on how the light hit s them, they look almost half as large as my own megazilla tits.

“We’ve been working out, my lady.” Dea, however, takes over her, approaching me daringly, grinning at me like she’s got an edge on me or something. “Since you brought this bull in, we’ve been pulling weight. It’s been only a few hours, but I feel we must pump out bodies until they are massive and iron-hard.”

She flexed a bit before me, and her savage muscles tore through her tight clothes without effort.

“I feel like a god. It’s been a long time since a challenge forced us to become even half as strong as out FULL POTENTIAL!”

I look at her and smirk.

Dea.

She is the biggest, strongest, tallest of them all. An all-natural beauty whose genetics would rival those of GODS, if gods existed.

Dea. At 12 feet of height, she’s able to pack as much as 6,000 pounds of purebred god-bull muscles in her fantastic body. Her tits are larger than mine, but I’m still small and demure.

“You’ve grown as well, mistress. Took less of the poison, I see.”

With my body rippling with muscles, I look at these two gals, then giggle as I realize I’m looking UP at them, not down, as I usually do.

Minerva stands at 10 feet while I’m “only” 9 feet tall. Dea is even taller, rising three feet higher than myself.

My muscles, though, are GOD. They feel the power of my body rumbling, radiating…

Boom…

Boom…

Boom…

Even though I’m shorter than the two, and visibly a little less bulky, even smaller-breasted than one of them (Dea), I am heavier than the both of them combined.

At this state, I’m 24,000 pounds of colossal, god-like muscle—and my giant cock and balls correspond to a lot of this weight.

“I’m horny as a demon and I’m going to breed,” I utter, and my voice is deeper than usual.

Booooooooom!!

My voice ripples across the space while the bull, on the screens, plows his dick into that woman’s pussy over and over, making a show by fucking her standing, and the other four girls in his room watch, eager to get their turn.

This turn wouldn’t come in over six hours, but that’s for later…

Anyway, those five women I left behind are the shortest, weakest, and most harmless of my lieutenants. These seven women around me are more like “the real deal”.

The ten of them together, though, wouldn’t stand their ground against Minerva and Dea, the top two generals of my harem, and neither Minerva nor Dea would be enough to make me sweat if I ever got “serious” when fucking—or fighting with—them.

Twelve supermassive women—and they were the only babes I deemed worthy enough to receive my seed.

I still seeded countless women on a daily basis, sure, but these twelve women are the closest anyone has ever gotten to be “my wives.”

I love them dearly, and their bodies seem custom-made for my miles-long dick.

The penis roars in my pants. It’s tearing through them, and the fabric comes apart quickly.

Still, there’s sooo much cum covering me! God, his stuff is thick!

“I’m dirty. I want to get dirtier.” I see my women undressing. “But first, I need to get cleaner.” I wink. “Lick his cum off me and tell me what you think of it.”

The girls purred as they traded excited looks, then walked over to me to rub my powerful muscles.

“Jesus, mistress! You’re so fucking hard!” They gasp as they touch my biceps.

Their hands are on my ass, my legs, my hips.

“I feel like I’m touching an animal. A bull or a horse. An elephant wouldn’t have hide as tough as your skin!”

I feel their hands spreading around my massive breasts, gathering liters of the bull’s semen from them, then spreading it along their arms and breasts.

“Fuck, he cums so much! He’s the first man I’ve ever seen who can ejaculate all over your monstrous tits!”

Dea and Minerva kiss me, and there’s simply not enough space around me for so much flesh. Their breasts crush my shoulders, and my giant boobs push against them, stirring them milk in our containers, making the tanks rumbled and boom as if the oceans within them are about to explode.

“Powerful shoulders. God-like muscles,” they purr around me. “Splendid body as always, my goddess.”

They slowly take off my clothes along with the semen.

The clothes splatter on the ground, brought down by the heavy mantle of the bull’s semen.

On the screens, he’s fucking, just fucking. He’s fucking AND cumming at the same time, and I’m amazed by how long he’s able to sustain his ejaculation.

“He cums like a fire hose—and keeps at it like nothing!”

“Oh, he’s a super stud! He’s a tremendous, marvelous superman!” They gawk, and then some of them blush before returning their nervous eyes to me. “But nothing to compare with you, my lady.”

I scoff. “Of course. Was there ever any doubt?”

“Of course not, my lady.”

I grab their bodies and made them moan. Breasts against breasts collide with the roar of a million gallons of milk being squeezed and stirred within them, and it’s not long before those women are gushing and ejaculating milk on my body while the pussies do the same to the ground, sometimes squirting so hard that their giant legs tremble, their knees wobble, and their massive beings are almost brought down to the floor.

The shirt comes off. Only my tight pants remain, half-destroyed already by my mega cock and ultra swollen balls.

The girls gasp and moan. No matter how many times they see it, they still ejaculate as if it’s the first time.

Their tits are a mess. I’m drinking their milk as they squirt them by the liters in the air.

Glursh!

Glursh!

Glursh!!

Gluuursh!!!

Their clothes are damp. They hurry up to take them off while I pay attention, at last, at the bronzed Hercules on the screen.

“He is a magnificent specimen. Flawless genetics. The only man able to rise to the level of a futa—though a very beginner futa. A small one, still untrained.”

“What do you intend to do with him, mistress?” Dea and Minerva ask while sharing my tits, drinking loudly and copiously from the milk that I produce by the gallons.

Their powerful thighs rub against the engorging bulge of my penis.

“Uuurhm! Rooorrrh!!” I grunt, and I push them away, lightly, ejaculating gallons of milk in the room from my tits. “No touching my monster cock, girls. I want to have fun first.”

“Touching your monster cock is more fun for us, mistress.”

“I don’t give a shit about you.”

“Oh, mistress! You’re so cruel!” They giggle, seven pairs of ultra-massive tits shaking so loudly that a common man’s eardrums would have exploded if exposed to their sound for just a few seconds:

BRRRRMMM!!

BWOOOOM!!

BWOOOOOM!!!

To my ears, of course, they are music. Music and cinema with their fat, throbbing hoses of milk splattering against my body.

My ultra-muscular torso is released, and I bathe on their milk while the penis continues to engorge between my godly thighs.

I rub their fat milk all over my muscles. I count twelve rock-solid abs as I spread my palms down my belly, though some people would think I have sixteen abs, even twenty abs, oh, depending on how the light shines of them.

My uber-muscular arms rippled with more power than a god. I grope my biceps and grunt. The blood rushes to my penis, which enlarges even further, and the room is filled with the sounds of fabric ripping, of my jeans being torn apart, and to the gasps of all of my women, my monster cock is almost half-free.

“Damn it! I guess there’s no point holding this bastard back, eh?” I let go of my muscles just like I had let go of my women: I don’t want to arouse myself too much, but when you’re packed and big and virile with muscles, fuck, even the THOUGHT of your naked body is too much… just too much to stay cool. “Roooooaarr!!”

With gradually louder roars, I stop containing my prick.

Some men, even the biggest and most virile ones, need to pump their pelvic muscles to flex their dicks. They need to apply a lot of force into their massive dick to get them more massive and harder, showing off their impressive virility.

With me, though, it’s kind of the opposite. Every ounce of power I have in my body, I need to use it to SUPPRESS my dick, not the other way around.

“Oooorrh!! Ooooorrrhh!! Rooooaa-AAARRGH!!!”

Once I let go of my power, my dick sprouts upward. Just like… this.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

A million threads of jeans fly off as my giant cock and colossal balls are released.

The massive testicles fall, one after the other, like comets on the wet floor:

BLORSH!!

PLOOMP!!!

The enormous super-balls bounce back, hanging just under my knees.

“ROOOAAARRRRR!!!”

I feel a rush of power and SEMEN in them. My god-like futa seed races up through my erect, monstrous futa cock!

SPROOOOUUTTT!!!!

The girls all gasp and coo as they see my ejaculation. I’m not even sure if I’m ejaculating or just releasing the “old semen” that had stayed pressurized in my balls for so, so long.

“GOD!! FUCKING!! DAMN IT!!!” I roar some more and flex my arms and torso, spraying the room with dozens of gallons of milk from my tits as they are pressed and crushed by my swelling, bulging pecs.

BLOOOOOOOORSH!!

BLOOOOOOOORSSH!!!

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSSH!!!

My colossal monster cock erupts like a volcano, making all the wrath and frustration go away.

I’m not just releasing hours of backed-up sperm and pent-up sexual urges. No. I’m releasing every shred of doubt I had about myself and of anxiety I had about that man.

With my eruption, I confirm what was obvious to anyone: I am the GODDESS here, and my god-cock stands second to none! Especially not to a pesky, musclebound male who thinks he’s hot shit just because he can breed the lowest and weakest, the puniest of my harem!!

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Author’s note: the chapter cuts here, but here’s a bit of the next chapter I ended up writing just because I was too horny.

I ejaculate. And I ejaculate. And I ejaculate.

But again, not really. Right? My testicles ain’t even throbbing!

The girls stand back as the semen floods the room.

There’s 50 feet of space between us and the ceiling. They’re covered instantly by my jet, which cuts the air in a straight line.

From the tip of my super-cock, which throbs right at the level of my head, there seems to be sturdy, solid white tower rising all the way up to the ceiling.

This room, unlike the bedroom I’d left, is massive, and its soccer-field area is immediately covered by my sperm!

“Dear lords in the heavens!” Dea stands back, moaning while watching, in awe, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the POWER OF A FUTA. “She’s…” Gulp! “She’s more virile than usual, isn’t it?”

The semen floods the room and rises quickly along the walls. There’s a foot deep of cum burning on every inch of the floor, and the draining system is activated, then immediately goes into overdrive.

The walls rumble with the activity of machines and massive pumps struggling to suck out enough of my semen, but the level of load continues to grow, and I sustain that “ejaculation”… well, that quasi-ejaculation for a full hour before the volume of cum finally begins to peter out.

Gluuuuurssh…!!

Gluuurgh-gluuuursh…!!

Gluuuuurgh…!!!

The mighty, straight tower that rises from my semen stops being straight, and it instead bends forward, blasting more of the ceiling, then finally the wall ahead, with countless gallons of futa cum.

“Uuuurhm!! Uuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrhm!! Ggggrrrmmm!!”

I grunt a lot. My body is steaming! My muscles are bigger than GOD! I can’t stop flexing and pumping, and striking sexy poses that already got two of my muscles women squirting their hearts out on the ground, almost passing out from the sheer arousal.

“Goddess! What a fucking animal she is…!!”

I hear the clacking of their teeth and the quivering of their awesome muscles. I continue to grunt, and my semen release doesn’t end for another 20 minutes.

Bluursh!!

Bluurssh!!

Bluurspp!!!

After one hour and twenty minutes of ejaculating… well, of letting out my excess semen, I feel my testicles move a few inches lower and the pillar of cum, now a long arc, recede back into a trickle.

A “trickle”, that is, that meant several gallons of boiling seed per second.