Chapter 6

From the top of that stone pillar, about five miles away from his mighty lake of cum, Roberto had spotted the most paradisical spring imaginable just laying there, waiting for him. Unlike the other springs and lakes he’d spotted, numbering at the hundreds in that mighty valley, that one looked like the only one big enough to contain his power and virility.

Roberto wasn’t just going to bathe himself, after all. After cleaning the cum off his body, he was going to unload his balls onto the spring, painting as much as he could of it until his mighty testes were satisfied. It was not even a matter of male pride, but one of necessity: if his balls remained so turgid, he feared, the semen would begin seeping into his bloodstream. Well, it already had been seeping into it, but soon enough the situation would grow really problematic.

Again: he might not die from it, but it was never a good idea to have semen swimming in the bloodstream of your vein, Seedmaker or not.

The god leapt from the stone pillar and now made his way toward the spring in an arc across the air. It was rumored that some Seedmakers, like Stallion or Bull or Gos, could actually literally fly. That their command of the elements—not just on their body, but on the space around it as well—was so godly that they could manipulate them to lift their bodies off the ground and fly (or perhaps float) anywhere they wanted.

Roberto had tried many times to take flight. In some moments, he could really feel the aura of space around him, and how his heat, his body itself sort of manipulated it like a very gentle form of telekinesis. Alas, the god never really got close to taking flight—but his experiences during those attempts convinced him to never rule it out as a possibility, nor to discard the tales of flight from the Almighty Five as mere rumors, propaganda, or legends.

Like all Seedmakers, therefore, Roberto moved through great distances by taking mighty leaps. As he left the pillar of stone, the air itself barely moved around his massive body rising. He had all of his senses turned into “feather mode”, and so he lept without barely moving dust on the stone, and his valley of steaming semen was left untouched—a small shrine to that who was becoming the literal god of that planet.

Traveling through the air for about ten minutes, Roberto saw the spring get closer and closer as he descended upon it. With an elegant swirl several dozens of feet above it, Roberto added even more smoothness to his limbs and took his landing. Swoom! As his feet met the ground, the soil barely caved around them. “Good.” He looked up and approved of what he saw. “This will make for a good bath.”

The spring was not really a “spring”, but a gigantic lake surrounded by risen plateaus of stone and moss and vegetation, from which several gorgeous waterfalls fell. There were at least three great falls to be counted, with fifteen lesser ones all pouring into the great lake. The lake itself spread out into five different rivers, which themselves flowed outward from the valley and through the forests around them, connecting with the hundreds of other springs and lake Roberto had spotted back there on his pillar.

Stepping closer to the water, the god saw his reflection on the lake. “Cum. So much cum.” He groped his body and took gallons of thick semen on his palms. The flight had done little to nothing to remove the semen from his body. Being the thickest gel in the world, a Seedmaker’s seed could only really be washed away with special products carefully prepared by the Master with the use of female cum and pussy juices. The presence of female essence, it was said, “convinced” the semen to latch off whatever surface it was on and instead move on toward the substance. The sperm, after all, would always chase the egg—even though the egg, in this case, was an illusion. Mere sizzle instead of the real meat.

Dipping his humongous toes on the lake, he saw the water bubble upon contact. It wasn’t really just the semen that was too hot; his entire being was sizzling and steaming, even more so now when his balls were near a bursting point. “God, I feel it now!” The return of his nerves and of his control over his body also brought with them a growing pain around his crotch. He was getting more and more in tune with his body, and as the pleasure and ecstasy of his previous orgasm receded, the unpleasant realities of his present—like the turgid swelling of his balls—made itself felt more roughly than ever.

Gloorck-glooorsh!! His enormous testicles throbbed. Semen emerged from his prick, causing the god to instinctively grab it with both hands and squeeze it. SPLAAT! The gigantic load of cum, at least as big as a very thick leg, splashed hot and messily on the lake, and then an area of at least a hundred feet of the water began to steam, then bubble, then boil. “Hmm.” The god twisted his nose, gauging the entire valley again as if reconsidering his decision. “I don’t think this place is big enough.”

Nah. It was the biggest he could get. His balls were massive and swollen enough for him to waste any more time looking beyond the circle of mountains that chained that valley. Even if his release caused the utter ruination of that paradisical grove ... who really would be there to judge?

That planet was his. Just like the womb of the 910,000 women he had seeded, it belonged to him and was his to use, abuse, and trash as he saw fit.

Dipping his toes one last time on the surface of the lake, the god stepped in. The water boiled violently upon contact with his feet, and then half the lake was steaming—and a good tenth of it literally boiling—a couple of seconds after the god stud had entered it. The contact of the water was chilling enough, though. Feeling refreshed and at home, the god began to clean himself whole.

He scooped buckets of the water with his palms and washed his face with it. His face and hair were the only parts of his body that weren’t drenched in semen. Still, a nice and simple wash made him feel like a different man—again. In the past couple of days, Seedmaker Roberto had been born again at least twice—and something in his guts told him this was still not the end of his metamorphosis. Oh, not by a long shot.

“Oh, bath of the gods!” The stud bathed himself again and again and again, splashing the water continuously against his face, drinking it and gurgling it, spitting it towards the skies and making the clouds move away with the power of his spit. Out there, beyond the stratosphere, icicles were formed out of his ever-rising spit, and many of its shards would collide with the beautiful moons that adorned the planet’s orbit, many of these forming new craters on the surface of the satellites.

The stud began to swim, crossing the entire lake with a single stride of his powerful arms. Waves rose several feet above the surface and washed away vast areas of the lake’s shore. With a single push of his feet, the stud sent himself from one end to the other of the lake, creating small tsunamis with every swoon.

The semen barely left his body, though he didn’t mind it at first. The entire lake was soon steaming as the planet’s most giant sauna, all with the contact of that powerful spunk and its infinitely more powerful stud, who just relaxed and let the waters flow around him. Eyeing the gorgeous waterfalls around the lake, the stud swam to one of them, creating powerful waves in his wake, and then bathed himself like a virgin filly under its waters, smiling, then chuckling, then laughing with the simple pleasure of taking a bath in a small oasis of his own.

This was the first time, he realized, that he bathed on his own accord, following his own schedule. The stud lifted up his head, opened his mouth, and drank from the generous offering of Mother Nature. Though he was a Seedmaker, and therefore was used to taking anything he wanted from all females—Mother Nature included—now he was receiving from them something without any expectation of return. Mother Nature was blessing him on Her own accord, without the expectation of getting the stud’s mighty semen on her throbbing cunt. “Oh, don’t worry, mommy.” He spoke with an arrogant grim, looking around that lake which he would soon coat entirely white. “You will get my semen regardless.”

Taking a leap, the god rose to the top of the waterfall. There he saw the gorgeous lake and all its surrounding beauty. In the distance, hundreds of miles at least, the mountains were slowly being covered with snow again. The god stud cracked his knuckles, smiled like the cocky virile stallion he was, and groped the base of his monstrously enormous cock, which rumbled and throbbed full of expectation. “Hmm. No.” His hand passed over the immense, thick, throbbing veins covering the virile length of his womb-breaker. “Not yet.”

His body was still coated in cum. The god didn’t feel too comfortable in that state anymore. When it came to inseminating that lake whole, he wanted to be clean and pristine, with his flawless skin as smooth as a baby’s butt, for it was a great disservice to fertilize a woman while not looking your best.

Sure, he was a Seedmaker. All women would love to be seeded by him no matter what. It was not, though, a matter of what women wanted, but what he deemed correct. “A Seedmaker’s morality is all morality.” He recited to himself, hearing the wind howl. “What I deem moral becomes moral to all.” That’s just the Seedmaker’s way. The way of a living god.

Roberto plunged into the lake, which began to boil again with his mere presence in its waters. Licking his hands, he covered them with his spit, and then, as if his spit was like soap, he began to rub all the semen off his body, and the cum peeled off with relatively little effort. Only a Seedmaker could beat another Seedmaker, and the same worked for their cum: only a Seedmaker’s fluids could command respect out of a Seedmaker’s ball juice, and so his spit, albeit with some difficulty, moved out the cum off his body, and little by little, wipe after wipe, the lord’s body began to shine in its natural resplendence. “Hmm. Let me get a loot of myself.” Jumping off the lake, the god stood on his shores, looking down its cooling water and waiting for his reflection to stabilize on the still-boiling waters.

The wing was howling hard. Winds of evening to come. The sun was setting low, but the day was still strong. At least three more hours for sunset. “Three hours of cum?” He pondered. “Perhaps.” Groping his enormous penis, the god felt nervous. Anxious. The pressure on his crotch had grown too intense. As the water stabilized, he saw himself, finally, in his naked glory again, and the sight of his uber-muscular form... “Oh, god!!”

BAAAKK!! His enormous cock sprouted outwards in a second, hitting the god on the chest and making him lose balance briefly. “Fuck ... fuck...” Roberto was almost delirious with lust. Looking down upon his reflection on the lake, he saw all his glistening muscles, all his godly shape; all those massive, expansive pectorals, those bulging hards tits of steel, that veiny and virile neck, that gorgeous face of an angel with the roughness of demons, that flowing hair of auburn, rich and thick, like a mane and crown, and the arms...

Damn, those arms! Huge and thick and swollen, with his biceps being almost as virile and arousing as his mega cock, and their swollenness and turgidity so enticing and extreme even when they were relaxed! His abs were glistening with the full glory of the top Alpha male of the Universe: eight rippling, bulging, bustling mega-abs that rippled loudly with his mere breath. Huge thick veins sprawled from in into his crotch, guiding his blood towards the only part of his body—the only part of any body of any species in the Universe—that really mattered.

“Uuuurhh...!! Uuuuuuurhh...!!” The lake trembled and the terrain quaked as the god beheld his genitals in their full readiness. His balls were at least fifty percent their usual full size, full with more semen than he could possibly ever release. They were huge, huge, huuuge! Massive in a way that was very hard to describe! The god had the biggest, thickest legs imaginable, and his hips were wide and powerful, containing those two colossal buttocks on his back which were the source of a lot of his thrusting power. Despite all this, the god had to spread his legs apart and stand in a rather awkward pose, as if mounting some invisible steed, for his over-swollen balls were indeed so turgid there was no way they could fit between his ultra mega swollen thighs. His body was so big and so virile everywhere that its different pieces and limbs literally competed with one another for space! That was power and virility on a whole other level!

“Very well.” He gripped the monster cock hard, forcing it away from his pecs. “Let’s begin.” Stroking it once, the god ejaculated already a most powerful load of cream. “Uuuuurhh!!” The semen erupted loudly and powerfully from his cockhead and traveled fifty feet into the lake. The water not only boiled, but was vaporized in an instant upon contact with the seed. His semen didn’t boil, but sunk to the very depths of the lake, where it remained like an underwater volcano, like a piece of burning metal that never, not even in a million years, was going to cool.

“Uuuurh!!! Calm down, you!” The god gripped his penis with both hands, and his biceps swelled. “I am the master of you! Do not for a second forget this!” Groping one testicle hard with a hand, the god tamed his genitals. His prick was at full mast, hard as the cock of a stallion ready to fuck and fecundate, and his balls were throbbing at least once every second, rising and falling with an excess of semen. Still, the semen stopped flowing into his prick. “Very well.” The god fondled his mega cock more kindly, feeling the hot thick mess of his gunk rising along its urethra, but remain contained and controlled right in its middle.

The penis was obedient, but it also talked to its master with words of reason: “Yes, you are my master, but I am two days beyond my limit. Release me at once, all your spunk, lest you want your mighty blood be poisoned by your own gunk!”

So listening, the god looked down again at his reflection, and the fire that exploded in his balls was almost too great to be contained. “Very well.” He stroked the cock once, twice, thrice. “I will ejaculate like a god ... but I will ejaculate properly first.” Looking at himself in the lake, the god began to pump and pump and pump his mega prick while swaying his hips harder and faster. His enormous butt cheeks clapped loudly. He has the sweetest, fattest ass any man could have, and his ass was pure muscle, but also pure tasty meaty roundness. It was an ass that begged for massive donkey dicks to penetrate it and inseminate it.

If he and the other Seedmakers had ever “gotten it on” with one another, he often wondered what his dominant position would have been: if a mighty virile breeder or a passive moaning bred. If the male with the cock of the gods or a female in the body of a hunk.

These thoughts were rather unimportant as the stallion he saw there in the pool was already so enticing, making the seed in his balls boil even hotter. “God, you’re such a stud!” He said with a tone rising higher. Even his highest pitch voice, of course, would have been manlier than the sexual call of the biggest, hardest bull. Still, for his standards, his voice was getting very high-pitched and feminine, and the pinches he gave his nipples, the swirls he gave his ass, all indicated that, at least for that evening, he wanted to be the female, not the male to that awesome stud in the lake. “Goddamn, you’ve ... you’ve so many muscles!” He bit his lips and moaned. “Oooaah!!”

The lake quaked under his thundering voice. His beating of his mega cock also caused the land to quake and rumble. Soon enough, every rise and fall of his hands on his enormous monster prick was making the land quake harder than his deepest calls, and in the distance paradise was being ruined as the rocky surfaces of those plateaus were little by little creviced, cracked, and then splintered whole, falling onto the waters and creating quite cataclysmic waves everywhere.

The god kept his focus on the waters. The waves and the boiling made it harder for him to see his reflection, so he used his palm to its fullest extent and groped every hard, bustling inch of his ultra-muscular physique. He groped his pecs and cradled the underside of those thick titanium plates he called “boobs” like infants, nurturing them and fondling them, squeezing his huge nipples and pulling them, massaging around them like he wanted to milk himself. “B-breed me!” He asked, eyes rolling high. “Breed me, daddy, breed me!”

His balls were throbbing furiously. It was ridiculous just how potent they looked! When they fell, they were so turgid and fat they looked only one hair away from being hideous. The biggest goddamned balls any bull could ever hope to carry, yet their virility was even further emphasized when they throbbed and clenched and climbed higher along those mega swollen thighs, crashing hard against the crotch of the mega stud and covering themselves with vein, pumping way too much semen to the base of his cock and making the mega prick began to swell on its lower half.

The god ferociously beat his stick with one hand while the other groped his body. He was trembling and moaning, already so ready to fire up an infinite volley of potent cum, but there was still a little something else that he wanted to experience: moving one hand behind his back, the giant groped the fat, found surface of his enormous buttock. “Holy fucking god of breeders! Holy ... fucking ass!” His arms swelled and its muscles shivered upon the mere contact of his fingers on that huge fat fucking goddamned ass! The mere touch with its upper surface, so hard and round, and yet so soft and juicy, almost drove the poor bull over the edge. “Oooh! Oh, god!!”

He slid his hands down along the swollen surface of the massive hard glutes, finding them almost as hard as his powerful god testicles themselves. A fire took over him like no fire quite had before. The immenseness of his buttocks made his hands, for once, look small. He didn’t have enough hands to grope such huge, fat, rough, yet hard, hard, hard! buttocks. The juiciness of his ass made several images flash in his mind; images with a very unique kind of eroticism: he imagined a bull, a Seedmaker, bigger and harder and more muscular, oh, way, way more muscular than himself accosting him, groping him from behind, and his hands were no longer his, but this Seedmaker’s.

He was making out with his huge, sexy butt, and his cheeks made the earth shatter every time they clap. BLAAM-BLAAM-BLAAM!! If there was a piece of iron in between these cheeks, it would have been crushed into a sheet of metal as thin as a strand of hair.

Seedmaker Roberto spread out his buttcheeks and teased their inner surfaces. He was trying, perhaps, to reach his ass, but the stud found out that his butt was so vast and so muscular that reaching up the rim of his asshole was almost an impossible task for him. “God, what ass...!” His heart pounded hard and harder against his chest, his own arousal for himself almost making him feverish. “A cock ... a huge cock so full of semen ... on this mighty ass!”

The monster behind him groped him by the shoulders. Roberto leaned back, as if really grabbed and gripped by a Seedmaker several times his strength, and his uber muscular arms grew a little weak for once, dangling at the sides of his body while his ass cheeks were spread and teased by the turgid... “Oooh!” ... the massive and thick and veiny and pumping surface of the imaginary Seedmaker’s penis. “Aaahee!”

Roberto let out his most feminine cries. The huge Seedmaker behind him cast a shadow that engulfed the poor man and reduced him to nothing. Nothing! Powerful testicles throbbed, overflowing with semen behind him. Gunk! Gunk! Gunk! The semen flowed up along the pipe, making it fatter, steaming through the opening of its pisshole, ready to be unleashed. “God! Ahee! Ahhee!” The humongous Seedmaker, measuring eight feet in total in Roberto’s imagination, was adjusting his pipe on the massive, juicy ass of his prey—but it was hard, you see, as his pipe was just so! Much! Bigger!! “Breed me, daddy! Breed me!”

With his hands moving to his mega cock, Roberto began to beat himself off until his balls were swinging madly in the air. Splat-splat-splat!! The immense testicles swung here and there, smacking hard against the super thighs of the Seedmaker, and his imagination carried him closer and closer to a most violent of orgasms. Roberto beat his stick with the ferociousness and voracity of youth. Not ever since the first sexual desires hit him, when he was merely a couple short years after the tube, did he remember jerking off so powerfully or so avidly. “God...!” His sight began to blur out. That’s how intense that masturbation was being to him. “Oh, god...! God!!”

Behind him, the imaginary Seedmaker lined up the tip of his monster cock in his ass. His buttcheeks were reduced to nothing next to the turgid fat head of that monster breeder, and the god stud had to give many steps back so as to really bend his cock horizontally. As it was rumored for steeds like Stallion, Bull, or GoS, his erect penis measured in the forties, fifties of inches, and from the ass it would probably penetrate Roberto all the way through his mouth.

The monster could easily wear Roberto as a cocksleeve. Roberto had done the same for many women. He wondered... “Ooooh!!” What it would be like: that total, complete penetration! “Breed me, daddy!! Pleeeease!!”

His mind went blank. There was a sound of something deep and strong building up into a most massive explosion—and indeed, something had quickly built up into an overwhelming release, though Roberto was too lust-drunk to notice it. As he bit his massive monster penis several times a second, with his enormous and uber muscular veiny arms shining like a white silvery blur in the air, his enormous testicles could no longer hold themselves back, and their release had to come through, whether their master approved of it or not.

“Sorry, boss.” They seemed to say. “You might not notice it yet, but there are, like, five oceans of hot semen boiling here inside of us. We’re going to expel it all out or you’re going to die.” Roberto was beyond reason, of course, beating that massive cane three, four times a second. “Not that you’re going to mind, we think. You do seem to be enjoying yourself.”

And so Roberto froze and his entire godly body shook. The soil began to cave under his feet and a hole several feet side was slowly forming under the god’s sinking frame. His shivering caused smooth quakes along the land. The soil was fresh and moist, so the quakes weren’t too destructive at first. In the stone surfaces of the risen platforms, those from which the waterfalls fell, though, small cracks began to form. It was but the slightest indication of the destruction that would follow.

Of course, before the destruction ... the cum. “ROOOOAARR!!!” Flexing his arms and brimming with virility, Roberto’s body grew twice its (already gigantic) size as his mega-hard penis unloaded his very first powerful jet of boiling semen. The god stud, instinctively or not, grabbed the monstrous prick just the semen was flowing along its upper half and bent it forth, moving the cock head away from his pecs and its aim out of his face.

The enormous load erupted lazily at first, a massive and gulpy shower of virile seed worth several buckets in a second, and then collapsed messily on the surface of the lake, which boiled immediately. Shortly thereafter, the penis throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, and the initially messy and bulky load was concentrated into one gradually longer, gradually firmer shot crossing the entire length of the lake. Once it reached its full power, Roberto was ejaculating at the top of the tallest waterfalls, about one mile away and several hundreds of feet above the lake.

And the orgasms kept coming! “Uuurhh!!” The god stud recovered a little more of his senses and grabbed his monstrous prick with both hands, grinning and reveling in his virile power. “Look at this cock! Look at this goddamned bull breeder!! Look at how much cum I am able to produce!!” Raising one arm, he gave his biceps a kiss. “I am such a fucking god of breeding!!”

The waterfall was flowing with boiling water and pellets of Roberto’s virile seed. A couple of seconds later, the white seed overtook all the water, and in a couple more seconds it was the only thing that flowed down the stone: a giant stream of semen clashing onto the lake in twice the volume of the previous waterfall, causing bursts of steam to rise hundreds of feet higher than the plateaus themselves in just one or two seconds. Almost the entire surface of the lake was boiling—and the caldera would be much more dramatic just a couple of minutes later, when the massive super stud would begin to take his ejaculation seriously.

His testicles rumbled, climbing up along his legs to smack against his crotch and release volley after volley of the world’s thickest gunk. Roberto’s virile jets, it seemed, would remain long and high for as long as he wanted them to. Having fertilized an entire stream with his virility, the god stud turned his monstrous prick right, moving the jets to the other waterfalls that rained from the tops of the plateaus. “Uuuurh!! Uuuurh!!!” Feeling every rhythm of the throbbing and stretching of his pectorals muscles, enjoying the dance of his mighty abs as he controlled his breathing and maintained the powerful ejaculation, the god of studs saw his semen replace one waterfall after the other until he was completely done with one-half of the plateaus. Turning his mega cock left, he began replacing the waters of the other half.

His ejaculations were so godly that it took him only ten seconds to completely overfill one of those high streams with it. In about ten seconds, maybe fifteen for the bigger ones, the stream was falling all with his seed: a thick, virile rive of gunk and masculine essence running down into the lake, whose surface, upon contact, no longer merely “boiled”, but was literally vaporized in an instant.

Roberto roared and groaned as waterfall after waterfall was replaced with ... him! His virile juice. His semen. His masculinity. His soul! A couple of minutes were needed, no more than this, and after a lot of groaning and pumping the god beheld his masterpiece: a wide stack of plateaus all flowing with his cum. Three main waterfalls rained with his thick seed while the other fifteen lazily dropped his juice onto the river.

Roaring and puffing, the god-man grabbed his mighty throbbing cock with both hands and moved it around a little lower this time. The waterfalls were all full of him, but the rocky surfaces themselves were still gray and begging for his fecundation. “Ooooaaarh-AAAHH!!!” Smiling like a demon, roaring like a god, the stud ejaculated even harder, splashing his gunk all over those rocky plateaus one mile away.

The semen exploded on the surface like nothing that could ever be described: the jet seemed so thin in comparison, but was so charged with such a dense gunk that the explosion painted whole areas of the stony wall like nothing! The job wasn’t as quick, however, as the waterfalls: smelling in there a challenge, the god-man smiled and wondered whether he could really paint it all with his almighty spunk.

His previous ejaculation had exploded all over an area of about a mile in diameter. One mile, also, was the diameter of the lake and its surrounding structures. Huffing and puffing, the god felt his semen petering out. He had ejaculated so much and so hard already, and despite being a god of studs, he wasn’t, alas, literally a god; he couldn’t ejaculate infinitely, as his mighty virility would never really necessitate so much cream in a single day.

Putting it simply: even that god had its limits, and he rubbed against these limits quickly enough, some ten to fifteen minutes after ejaculating so hard. With every waterfall raining with his spunk and massive piles of semen rising from some spots in the lake, the god male felt his balls growing satiated and throbbing less intensely than before. “That’s awesome!!” He pumped and pumped himself with total disregard. “I never felt sated before!” Still, he pumped himself harder. “Let’s see how long I can keep this up.”

Roaring and flexing, the god commanded more virility upon his testicles, and the mighty semen-stuffed orbs jumped and clashed against his wide crotch, pumping gallon after gallon of seed that went on to splash and cover huge areas of the stony plateaus. The entire lake was boiling. The water level was decreasing, highlighting the couple of huge piles of semen that had formed on its edges, under the waterfalls.

The god roared and came, orgasmed wildly, and his massive jets were sustained at that strength for over ten minutes, leading him up to over twenty-five minutes of continuous ejaculation. Half of the stone surface of the plateaus was smeared with his gunk. A bigger area, indeed, would have been painted by his semen, but the god chose instead, some minutes earlier, to direct his jets again to the top of the plateaus, refilling his waterfalls with his seed as the semen began to run out on them. The sight of his virile juice raining as thick waterfalls enticed him especially. Between smearing walls with his seed and literally creating fountains of it, he found it more interesting to refill those fountains.