The Supreme Overlord

This is my first story, so please be kind and bear in mind that english is my second language. Let me know what you think!

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My cock ached like it had never done before. My vision was blurry, and I felt the rapid pounding of my heart in every fiber of my being. Was I dying? I looked down. My breath caught in my throat. So it was reality? Not some crazy dream?

My member, which had already been large for a human, had swollen to an enormous size. In its engorged state, it was almost as long as my entire arm. Its girth was more than doubled, and the massive meat worm was now as thick as a mature constrictor snake. The cockhead had swollen to the size of a ripe apple. Veins as thick as ropes wound about the fat shaft and trembled with the magic now coursing through them. The monster cock pulsed with unholy power, and a pink cloud crackling with devilish energies was about it.

My balls too had grown massive in size, and they ached even more. The testies were as large as pomegranates, and seemed many times as heavy. I gasped as I noticed I could actually hear them emitting sound: a deep roiling and gurgling noise, as copious amounts of seed was produced rapidly.

I was still tired, but I slowly returned to my wits. My vision slowly steadied. There was something else, a faint whispering nearby. I looked down on the sword. It was a magnificent thing, this new weapon. But the whispering.. It came from the hilt. There, ensconced in fine golden flowers, was the spinel - the bright pink gem. She’s speaking to me, through that thing, I realised.

My memory of the meeting with Ishtar, the demoness of the sword, was hazy. I had searched for her relic, the sword of conquerors, in the deep forbidden places - the maze of tunnels beneath the city. I had defeated the guardian and claimed this new prize for my own. The rest was a blur of erotic imagery. Ishtar had appeared from the gem on the hilt and thrown herself at me.

She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. Her body was like a work of art. Her face was like that of a statue, carved by the most skilled craftsman in the world - spotless and perfect, with plump ruby red lips, long-lashed eyes that bored into my very spirit, and cheekbones that could cut glass. Her hair was black as night, and longer than she was standing up - it was as shiny and glossy as polished gagate. Her fat tits were larger than nature seemed to allow, two massive heavy globes of perfect pale titflesh. Despite their size, they didn’t sag much, and indeed were quite perky. Their outrageous size contrasted with the demoness’ slender frame, and especially her slim waist, that was so trimmed I could probably clasp it entirely within my fist. Her hips flared wide, and behind was a large round ass, perfectly sculpted like two immaculate spheres. Her pussy was a tiny innie, with plump and firm lips that glistened with indecent moisture. Her legs were long and womanly, ending in impossibly tall heels that seemed to have melded together with her flesh and bones. She wore no clothes.

“Finally”, she cooed, with a voice like an angel. “Another bull comes to claim my blessing.. It’s been too long. A frightfully boring eternity to be more precise. Fuck, I’m glad you’re here.. champion.”

“Champion, eh?” I smirked. “That title suits me.”

I was feeling confident. She was the image of feminine perfection: a perfect love doll crafted by the devil himself in his boundless lust. My cock grew hard and fought hard against the fabric of my loincloth.

The demoness giggled as she spotted the massive tent I was sporting.

“Your cock greets me, champion. It knows it’s about to receive my blessing.”

I cocked my head curiously.

“Your blessing? Is that your pickup line, demon?”

She laughed. A wonderful sound like heavenly chimes.

“No, mortal. I mean what I say. The demoness of lust, Ishtar the seducer, has no need for subtleties of language.”

“So.. What do you want then, Ishtar? How does this blessing thing work exactly?”

“I want.. This.”

Her last word turned into a lustful moan. She flew towards me, and before I could react she had pulled my loincloth off and bared my large boner. It was an impressive cock, and apparently the demoness thought so too, because she wasted no time. Her plump cock pillows immediately found my glans and planted a wet kiss on it.

I groaned with pleasure as she started making out with my cock. I shuddered with delight as her tongue, many times longer than that of a human, wormed its way inside my piss slit and teased it with skillful deliberate motion.

I placed a hand on her delicate head and pushed her head towards me, lodging my fat member as deep as it would go inside her mouth. I gasped as it hardly met any resistance, and easily slipped deep inside her throat. Her cute nose pressed against my pubis, her cheeks obscured by my tangle of coarse pubic hair. She looked up at me with eyes shining pink with demonic lust.

The rest of the encounter was a blur. Vague images flashed before my eyes: Ishtar on her knees, deepthroating my cock without gagging a single time, Ishtar riding me like some mad animal, impaling her juicy hole on my shaft again and again, Ishtar licking my asshole with her long serpentine tongue as I fucked her fat udders with my rod. Finally, an image of me drenching the demoness in a deluge of thick stinking jism. Was that the final image? No.. There was something else… Ishtar, now drenched in my love juices, bending at the waist kissing my ballsack with her perfect lips, leaving a bright red mark. Then, blackness.

So she had blessed me? Or cursed me? The pain I felt seemed to allude to the latter being the case. The whispering became more insistent. I held the sword up closer to my ear.

“What are you saying?”, I grunted painfully.

It was Ishtar’s voice, coming from the gem.

“Breed, mighty bull. You need to breed someone! Go! Breed!”

She had changed me. I was no longer Borok, the adventurer from Knightsfall. I was someone else. Something else. I felt in my gut that she was right. She knew what I had to do to be rid of my pains. I had to claim some unfortunate hole.

It was a strange feeling. Knowing this I expected to dread such an interaction, The moral qualms I would have about taking a woman and making her mine should have protested. But that was the old Borok, I now realised. Ishtar had done more than change my body - she had changed my mind.

Confidence swelled in my chest and a perverted greed guided me. I was Borok, the champion now.

Knightsfall was dark and quiet. Only the muffled sounds of music and merrymaking from some inn many blocks away could be heard, but only faintly on the wind. Most of the city was asleep.

I stalked the streets, my ache and my hunger only growing stronger. I knew it had to happen soon. If I didn’t sate my desires I would become a wild beast. I increased the pace of my steps. I knew where I was headed.

On the outskirts of town lay the old Sandson’s mill. It was old and weather-worn, and had been repaired many times over. Yet the miller still somehow made ends meet, even though the harvests had become poorer as the years went on.

I didn’t much care about the miller though - soon he would be a carcass. I was here for his daughter.

Frieda had been a crush of mine ever since I came to town a few years back to make my luck working for the adventurers’ guild. I often brought her gifts from my travels, little trinkets of questionable value - but she called them ‘her treasures’. She knew that I wanted more out of your decidedly platonic relationship, but she was happy enough keeping me as a friend - waiting instead for a man of greater worth to sweep her off her feet and take her far away from here.

Tonight you won’t have any choice but to be mine, I thought bitterly.

I broke the door down easily. It flew off its hinges and crashed into the dust of the main room. Ishtar had made me stronger too, enhanced my entire body, as it seemed.

“What was that, Daddy?” Frieda shrieked from upstairs.

“Stay in your room, lass”, the miller barked back.

Soon you heard footsteps descending the stairs in a hurry.

The old man looked at me with eyes wide with fear. He was in his nightgown, shakily holding a dull old blade in his hand.

“What the-”, he croaked as he beheld my visage. He, nor any other man, was a threat to my new strengthened form. I grinned.

“Is that.. Borok? Oh ye gods, what has happened to you?”

I didn’t respond. My body ached and yearned for release. I had no time for dull-witted commoners. He was an insect. All I needed to do was squash him.

With speed that surprised both me and the miller I grabbed his head with my large fist.

“P-please”, he pleaded weakly.

Without a second thought I lifted his entire body off the floor with my grip around his head. The blade clanked uselessly on the ground as it fell out of his hand. I threw him hard across the room where he crashed into the wood paneling with a sickening crunch. His body was broken.

“Daddy? Oh gods”, Frieda shrieked from above.

Smiling with bared teeth, as a starved wolf, I ascended the stairs.

I slammed open the door to Frieda’s room. She was sitting on her bed with her arms wrapped around her body. As the door flew open she shrieked in terror and buried her face in her hands.

Her room was quaint and old, and the nightgown she wore was worn and patched - but she herself was like an angel. A jewel like her didn’t belong in this dirty place - she belonged in the harem of Ishtar’s champion, I thought.

She was a petite girl, barely 20 years of age, yet as beautiful as a queen. Her hair was a vibrant ginger orange, tied into two hard braids that framed her cute face. Her lips were full and inviting, and her large blue eyes innocent. Her waist was thin and her limbs slender, but she still had some womanly curves hidden underneath her nightgarb.

“Borok?” she whimpered, her voice shaking with fear. “Is that.. You?”

“What? You don’t like the new me?” I jeered.

“Wh-what have you done to yourself?” she squeaked.

I walked into the room, my imposing figure dwarfing her furniture. She cowered against the corner where her bed met the wall, trying to stay as far away from you as possible.

“The old me could never be more than a friend to you, if even that. The new me will claim you and break you. You will be my whore, little doll.”

Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She was frightened beyond words.

I walked over to the bed and put my knee up on the mattress. She squeaked in fear and tried to slink away, but I caught her with a firm grip around her neck. Tears pooled in her beautiful eyes as she gasped for air.

Grinning cruelly, I ripped off her nightgown and exposed her delicate body to my hungry gaze.

Her body was thin and petite, and tanned by many years of field and yard work. Though she didn’t have much meat on the bone, her youthful breasts were still full and heavy. They looked like two perky torpedoes, sitting erect on her little frame like two steep hills. Her areolas were large and puffy, and her nipples pointed almost straight up, so that her tits were given a pleasing rounded curve. Her cute little pussy was covered by a bush of red hair, and her butt was cute and round - though not very big.

“P-please”, she managed. “Let me go.. Please don’t do this…”

I pressed her flat against the bed and knelt on top of her, my large knees and monstrous weight pressing down hard on her arms. She was utterly exposed and helpless. She had stopped struggling now, and her gaze was fixed in disbelief to the massive erection stretching my loincloth to its limits.

My new cock was so large that it cast a long shadow across her terrified face. With a groan of satisfaction I pulled off the loincloth and allowed my massive cock to smack her across the face before falling down to rest across her face. In its engorged demonic state it was almost a meter long. It was still hooded by my foreskin, yet the stench that it gave off even so was like an explosion of pheromones that made the air thick and stuffy. From the base, where my enormous testicles lay across her collar bones the turgid meat worm pressed against her chin, lips, nose, forehead and scalp, yet still continued on - its full length almost gracing the wall.

The smells seemed to affect her, even against her own will. She drew in short laboured breaths, struggling with even this task as the rank smell of my smegma invaded her sinuses.

“Ah.. What are you doing to me, Borok?”, she moaned.

I looked behind me and noted with a rush of sick pleasure that the smell and touch of my huge disgusting cock had made her pussy slick with forbidden moisture.

“Gods.. It smells so.. Awful…”, she whimpered.

Yet, despite her words, Frieda pressed her nose against my smelly foreskin and pulled in a huge breath through her nose. She moaned as she was assaulted by the rancid smell.

“That’s it, fuckmeat - smell my manly musk”, I growled.

“I… Ah.. I don’t want to”, she moaned, unconvincingly.

Yet, she once more pressed her nose flat against your enormous bitchbreaker and sniffed as deeply as she could. Her body trembled beneath you.

“Pull back my foreskin, cunt”, I said.

Without hesitation, as if bewitched, she lifted her hands above her head and found my swollen cockhead. Slowly, with some struggling, she peeled back the skin and revealed my cock in all its glory.

The stench was even worse than before. As my unwashed phallus was revealed in its full glory a wave of new musk was released that immediately affected the poor girl. She shuddered with delight as her eyes rolled back into her skull. I felt her legs shake behind me. Was the dumb slut actually cumming from just the smell of my rancid cock?

I slapped her across the face with my immense cock.

“Ah…”, she moaned pathetically.

“Clean it”, I ordered her.

Some of my smegma and a few loose pubic hairs were slathered on her doll-like face. Breathlessly, and without questioning, she did as I asked. She stuck her tongue out and pressed it against my shaft, then she began moving it up and down, pulling my filth off and depositing it in her little mouth. She piled up a small mountain of disgusting smegma on her little pink tongue, then, without prompting, she pulled it inside her mouth and chewed down on it. Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled. A pathetic moan escaped her lips as she ate my rancid dick cheese as if it was some delicacy.

All thoughts of her father’s fate, my transformation, or the home invasion at large, seemed to have been instantly forgotten. Her mind was clouded with lust. She was nothing but a disgusting cock-cleaning **** now.

She continued cleaning you for minutes. I moaned along with my new **** as her skillful tongue darted up and down, slathering me with saliva and greedily sweeping up all my stinky dick cheese. I felt the demonic cock throbbing with pleasure. It wanted more now. The bull of Ishtar didn’t settle for a mere dick cleaning.

I grabbed her by the neck once more and lifted her from the bed. In this bewitched state she only moaned lewdly as her face went red and her legs shook. She came once more, merely from being choked by this new god-like man.

I pressed the fat head of my cock hard against her tiny little hole. She whimpered pathetically as I pushed and pushed. I slid inside, then further - ever further. My massive log stretched the poor slut, wore her like a sheathe - like a mere fleshlight. I pushed deeper, ramming my pole roughly inside, as deep as it would go. Frieda squealed with pain as I pressed hard against her cervix.

I gazed down and saw that my immense size had made a large bulge above her pelvis. Her walls clenched down around my girth, struggling against the unbidden intrusion. I moaned with delight as i began fucking her, treating her like nothing more than a mindless flesh doll.

She whined in pain as I slammed into her again and again. My massive balls swung like a pendulum and smacked against the round globes of her ass. ‘Smack-smack-smack-smack’. Tears trailed down her rosy cheeks as her tiny body was assaulted by my demonic cock. I grabbed her waist - my hand was now large enough to wrap all the way around. Feeling a sick pleasure at this, I looked across the room to the simple mirror that stood there and beheld my form.

I was more beast than man now. I was nearly two and half meters tall, like some half giant. My muscles bulged obscenely, and the thick veins that snaked around my body glowed lightly with pink energy. My beard and hair seemed longer and fuller, and my eyes were as burning coals, alight with unholy fire. The girl struggling beneath me, stretched around my cock, looked as if she was a mere toy in comparison. I was a bull, a champion of forbidden pleasures.

“Ah!” Frieda squealed between sobs. “You’re gonna break me, Borok!”

“It would be my pleasure to break you, you worthless slag”, I growled.

I pommeled her innermost depths even harder with my cock, as if to punish her for pleading with me. I tightened my grip around her waist and used it to push her against me, meeting the movements of my hips with that of my arm. I was using her like a flesh sleeve for my divine dick.

“I’m gonna breed you, you cow”, I grunted, plowing her faster and faster.

“No.. Borok - you can’t!” she whined.

But there was no stopping me.

My pleasure mounted, my whole body began tensing up as I felt lust washing over every inch of my new body. My vision became cloudy and unfocused as my orgasm came rushing forward as an oncoming unstoppable storm.

I grabbed her neck with both my hands and squeezed, **** her hard and making her face turn red and then purple. Her eyes rolled with unspeakable pleasure. I came.

My large balls tensed up and pulled up against my body. I heard a sickening gurgling sound as my ejaculate rushed through my cock. Then, like a dam bursting, I released it all - emptied it all inside her. It was like an unstoppable torrent. As liters of thick virile jizz was ejected inside her, her little stomach began to bulge - stretching until it was round and swollen. I kept cumming, and she kept filling up. You could hear every pulse of powerful cum fill her insides as her belly approached the size of that of a heavily pregnant woman’s. When she looked as if she couldn’t take any more of it, I removed my hands from her neck, pulled out of her perfect little hole and aimed it straight at her face. A powerful jet, as if shot from a cannon, struck her on the lips. The cum rope, as big as to fill a decanter, hit her with such **** that her head was blown back. The thick wad splattered across her beautiful features and the back wall - but was stuck there, seemingly too solid and sticky to slide down. Then a second rope splattered onto her face, and another one. I kept showering the poor slut with my immense nut, groaning with boundless lust as I did so. No orgasm had ever felt so good. Finally, after many long minutes of cumming, my orgasm subsided. The pulses of cum became weaker and less potent. My cock slowly began to soften again. I looked down on the mess I’d made.

Frieda was completely covered in my spunk, and so was the bed and most of the back wall. The stinky cock cream was so thick that it had formed a layer of pure white, obscuring her face and body completely. Her insides slowly emptied the ejaculate through her pussy, and the massive swollen stomach began to deflate as a steady stream of cum flowed out of her defiled hole. She whimpered weakly, and as her mouth opened to breathe a mouthful of jizz trickled into it. She swallowed it groggily, acting on pure mind broken ****-instinct.

As my cock softened my sanity started to return. I was still changed - I felt no guilt or empathy towards the girl or her father, yet my mind was clearer, briefly free from the maddening lust that had driven me. I flexed my cock and gazed back into the mirror.

I was as a god on the earth, I thought. Who could stop me from getting all I desired. The sword of conquerors that still hung on my hip glowed faintly, and I felt a feeling of pleasurable warmth radiating from the spinel in the hilt, as if Ishtar approved of my thoughts.

Yes, I would make this whole world mine. I would breed all the worthless women on the continent and make them part of my harem.

I grabbed Frieda by the hair and dragged her out of her room, down the stairs and out into the night. She was my **** now. The first of many.