mad god world

The god’s laughter booms through the crumbling marble arches, a sound that makes the very air vibrate with agonizing resonance. He strides through the sanctum, bare feet slapping against blood stained floors. His form is monstrous twelve feet of golden skinned muscle, glistening with sweat and gore. Between his massive thighs hangs a cock the size of a war club, throbbing with a dark, pulsing light that makes the air around it warp and distort.

A group of five survivors scrambles through the rubble, their faces smeared with ash and terror. They had thought the ruins would protect them. They were wrong. The god doesn't even even need to look at them; he simply flicks his finger, and the energy from his chest erupts, lashing out like whips to snatch them from the ground.

"Prayers to me, little ones," the god purrs, his voice like grinding stones. He holds one woman up by her throat, her legs dangling uselessly. "I hear your silent pleas. I feel your terror. It tastes better than any offering."

With a casual flex of his free hand, the energy splits her open from below, her thighs **** wide as his massive cock thrusts upward through her pelvis. She screams, her back arching until her spine cracks, before her body goes limp, her womb distended and leaking golden infused semen.

The others watch in paralyzed horror as he tosses her carcass aside like trash. "Who's next?" he asks, his massive member twitching as it drips thick, glowing fluids onto the ruins. "I haven't fed in hours."

Two of the survivors bolt for a dark corridor, only to be intercepted by a wave of energy that cocoons them, suspending them in mid air. The god walks toward them with slow, deliberate steps, his massive cock slapping against his thighs. He grabs the nearest one, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her terror like fine perfume.

"Your resistance makes the meat sweeter," he growls, teeth sinking into her shoulder. With a sickening tear, he rips a chunk of flesh away, chewing it slowly while the other women watch their sister's blood spray across the rubble.

He tosses the scraps aside and turns to the remaining three, his eyes glowing with the ruby's malevolence. "Don't bother praying," he says, his hand wrapping around his shaft as it throbs with renewed vigor. "I'm the only god you have now."

With a savage roar, he lunges forward, the ruins erupting in a storm of concrete and viscera as he begins his feast.