Chapter 4

The doors open, and what do we see? An ocean of cum.

Sure enough, it's not like we haven't seen similar things before. When you mate with only the most powerful Alpha males in the universe, and you do so by the thousands a day, milking and sucking and draining the double-digit cocks of the biggest, hardest, most muscular males in existence... sure, it's not too difficult to fill up a pool, a lake, even a small sea of semen, but this…

This shit is on a whole other level.

"Oh... my... fuck." The girls bite their lips. The dripping from their legs becomes too loud, almost distracting. Their pants are soaked. It's impossible to remain business-like or to feign indifference, impartiality, when the biggest ocean of cum stands in front of us... and everywhere around us, to be fair.

"Holy fuck!" I utter, and my voice cuts through the air like thunder, but…

It doesn't go any further. My voice, usually as mighty as the Hammer of Thor striking down a mountain and splitting it in two, dies out quickly in the super thick air and semen-infused steam of that room. When it hits the piles... no, the mountains of cum, it doesn't split them. Hell, it doesn't even utter them.

"Holy... god..." I utter again, and this time, my voice is quieter, more soothing, and definitely more humble.

It's semen in amounts even our super high IQ brains cannot comprehend, and I cannot even hope to describe it. Like... we know that that room is the size of a small planet, like Pluto, and it is full to the brim with cum.

Cum on the ceiling hundreds of miles above us. Cum on the walls. Cum on every inch of every surface. "Oh... fuck…"

Mountains of cum as solid as rock. Mountains! True mountains hundreds of feet high, and some of them... "Damn!" Some are as high as a mile, hot damn!

Cum. Cum. Cum! The most perfect cum we have ever seen. Our feet sink into it, and damn, I feel like we can walk on it. "It's..." I utter, and the words get stuck in my throat. "It's almost solid." It's almost like solid ground under our shoes!

"T-take out...??" The girls stammer. "Take our our shoes? Shall we?"

They flaunt the question, but it's like no one wants to answer it.

We're afraid. We're too afraid!

We're afraid of touching that cum and being paralyzed, passing out from the sheer energy it burns into us! We are afraid of the divine power that cum can have over us and our poor little bodies.

"Hot damn." I raise my chin and take the lead. I take out my shoes and place my naked, sexy feet on the floor of cum.

Blursh! Blursh! Blursh!

It's thick. It's sooo fucking thick! The girls see me purr and roll my eyes... oh, god! I'm rolling one of my eyes highet than the other. "Shit... oh, shit!" They can probably hear me squirting already as I sink my feet into the hard, so-fucking-hard ground made of cum.

Blurgh! Blurgh! Blursh!

The cum is thick. Hot. Flawless. "God damn!" The muscles of my thighs expand as I **** my feet into the cum, bending it not like liquid, but like metal.

Blurgh! Blursh! Blursh!

The cum bubbles and boils, and it's so fucking hot. "It's lava!" It's so fucking hot and POWERFUL, with the countless sperm cells whipping the sole of my feet like they're slaves. "He's too powerful! God, he is too fucking powerful!"

Already I know that we are doomed. My heart is filled with regret while, ironically, my girls' hearts fill up with courage and have them taking out their shoes and following my lead.

"I've never seen... god... cum so thick! So thick!"

They struggle to sink their beautiful, giant feet into the sea of sperm. There are valleys and pathways amid the countless mountains and hills of semen. The air is thick with steam, so much that it wouldn't be possible for us to a see a thing if not for the room's drainage and air filtering system. The place rumbles and hums with the impossibly high-tech mechanisms working overtime to negate just a fraction of that god's cum, to compensate for just a portion of the loads that he's balls are able to produce!

We sink our feet and our legs into this ocean of cum, and thankfully, we're standing in one of the low points were he semen rises only above our knees, so I suppose... oh, I'm not good with these measurements, not from the top of my head, but I think that's, like three feet? Four? Anyway, it's a couple of feet of cum deep, and we're able to step on it, even waddle through it with relative ease once we get used to it.

"It's impossibly thick!" The girls mutter as they lean down and risk laying their fingers on the sperm. Our bodies are primed for such semen. "We're in heaven, aren't we?"

Impossible to feel otherwise. As terrifying as the sheer volume of jizz is, our love (and lust) for it burns even hotter. I feel every inch of that semen as it flows around my pants.

My pants... uhm... why are we even wearing anything, anyway?

"Undress," one of the girls utter. "We must undress now."

"N-not... uhm..." I struggle with my words. Damn! The semen feels so good as it slips into my pants and slides up my thighs, making its way to my pussy like a snake! "We must see him first... and then... we tease him with our bodies."

We came here all dressed up to try and assert some control over that male. As soon as we walked into that room, though, we realized this plan was a bust, and that's what I see on the faces of my girls, oh, as they give each other skeptical looks and know full well that all hope for dominance over this male is folly.

Abandon all hope, ye horny who enters here!

"I need to touch it!" One of the girl gulps and leans down, gathering the semen with two hands like milk on a cum. "God... oh, god...!" We can hear her squirts pushing through the fabric of her pants. "The thickness of it! God, the viscosity!" She admires the semen on her hands, and we see her sleeves getting stretched and stressed by her growing arms, for merely holding up that semen in one's hands is so, so heavy! "God....!"

It doesn't take long before we do the same. I bend down, staining more of my clothes with this superman's semen, and I drag gallons of cum on my huge hands, and fuck, this shit is so heavy! "Ultra-condensed, super-concentrated semen!" It's pointless to even compare that semen to the amount of loads that, say, a horse or a bull would produce. "Damn!"

All the horses back on Earth wouldn't rival this portion of cum I have on my hands. His semen is so... incredible! So concentrated! Like the atoms of the walls, the floor, the surfaces on this super station's structure: the atoms in it are as compact as those of neutron stars! We always dreamed with the cum of a god, but now we get to touch it. "Dear lord!" And more and more we realize how foolish we were, and how much superior everything about that man is.

His cum is... it is…

Fucking indescribable!

"O-oh, s-s-shit...!" The words sounds like garbled gibberish as they worm their way painfully out of my throat. "I'm gonna pass out...!!"

Before anything major happens, one of the girls calls my attention to something strange: "Do you hear that? Yo, girls. Do any of you hear that? Feel this?"

"What?" Another asks. "I hear noth-"

"Nothing." I answer. “Yes. There is…”

Nothing.

We soon realize that we hear and feel... nothing. Nothing!

No roars. No eruptions. No violent gushes of semen. No tremors. No shakes. "Nothing. Oh, there's nothing!"

The room is quiet and still. Well, as quiet and still as it can be when there is an Atlantic Ocean of semen boiling, bubbling, and steaming all around us.

The stud has stopped procreating. He knows that we are here!

"There are teleportation pods nearby... if you can find them." Soon, one of the flying drones inform us. "You don't need to type in any coordinates. They're programmed to send you immediately to wherever our god is." For once, we hear some humor, even haughtiness on their voices. Ah, they're enjoying it, I know, those inferior women watching us through their drones from the safety of their observatory! Fucking cunts! "Just step into one and you will be teleported as close as possible to him. You…"

"Shut it. I know this already." I don't, actually, but I don't want this cunt to have the last laugh on me, so we march onto to the closest pods that we can find.

We use out super senses to locate them, and along the way, we find piles of his victims. "Poor girls," some of my colleagues comment. We stumble upon the bodies of the women he fucked, and yeah, we have seen this scene already, many, many times over, but again... we have never seen anything at this scale.

Entire cities worth of prime pussy are laid out on the ground, with their bodies stuck deep into the mountains of jizz or under the pathways (I'd say rivers) of cum. Their legs and arms stick out from the semen while the rest of their bodies wails and writhes within!

Their faces ooze cum. There's semen pouring out of their eyes and nostrils, and even from their eyes and ears, though they're all intact and in one piece, and their faces often twitch between the most absolute terror and most indescribable, orgasmic bliss!

"God! God!" They try to say, but instead only semen comes out, and only out super senses allow us to divine the words that they're trying to utter.

Well, not that we would need super senses at all, for they are the same words that we would are (and are uttering right now) if we were on their place.

"Fuck, look at their bodies."

The once beautiful, slim, thin women are swollen like giant balls of flesh. Every inch of their insides, just like their outsides, has been replaced with semen.

Blursh! Bluursh...!! Their pussies "fart" as fat piles of semen burst out of them. Every pussy has been turned into a cum fountains. God, they squirt like fire hoses!

Bluursh...!! Bluuursp...!! Bluuursp...!!

Semen, semen, and then more semen! Their bodies tremble and shiver all the hardest as the semen is squirted out, well, gushed out of them more strongly.

Tens of thousands of ropes of semen surround us at any given point. We walk carefully around them, counting the passed-out bodies of these women while trying to maintain our "cleanliness" for as long as possible. "Let's not ruin ourselves to the god before we at least lay eyes on him," I repeat, but at this point, damn, I don't think the others are listening.

We arrive at a few teleportation pods, which hover over the mass of cum just like those surviving drones that record everything. We struggle to rise from the sperm sea and step on them, but eventually we do it, and before we leave to meet out god, we cast another long, terrified gaze upon the valley, the country full of nothing but flesh and jizz. "Fuck, god!" There are at least one million cum-swollen bodies in front of me, half of them stuck (rather comically, I must admit) into the mountains of jizz, and their cum-gushing orifices seem to add to the oceanic volume of semen before the teleporter lights swirl around us and take us away.

We are teleported god-knows how many hundreds of miles away, and when we arrive, the scene is pretty much all the same, but also... more ****. "Fuck! Fuck!" We struggle harder to get out of the pods, and the smell of semen is almost mind-numbing! "Fuck! Oh, shit!" We have to cover out nostrils for, like, the first time in our lives as we feel the smell is just too much to handle! "I've never smelled semen this strong!!" We're pissing ourselves out with squirt already, and out from the vicinity…

Booom... Booom... Boooom…

The god comes.

He senses us and makes his way to us. "Girls! Get ready!" I command to my girls, but we stumble around like discombobulated cockroaches as the smell, the sight, the steam... "Fuck! It's too much! It's too much, damn it!" We're overwhelmed by it all, and when we least know it…

"G-god!" I hear the voice of one of my women, and every syllable that leaves her tongue is drenched in terror! "God is here!"

I steady my eyes and still my gaze, and when I pull up my head and raise my eyes, I am faced with a mountain much larger, harder, and more imposing than all those mountains of semen we'd seen until now.

The god is here.

And we realize that the Universe, for once, has found its new Supreme Being!!