The Most Powerful Being in the Universe
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - The most powerful woman in the universe meets its most powerful stallion.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Rough Spanking Harem Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size Violence
My senses blacked out when I got my first clear glimpse of that mountain of a man.
My bones turned to pudding. I felt my body soften, get lax, and my knees almost bend and bring my down, crumbling to the floor.
I wavered. I suffered. But, at last, I survived.
Booom ... Boooom ... Booooom...
I gave out a wailing cry as the monster continued to approach me: “Roooaaaaa-AAARRRRGH!!!” It was a cry of pain, of pleasure, of bliss, but also ... of defiance!
I was not going to fall for him! Not so quickly!
Booom ... Booom...
The ground continued to shake as the monster revealed a bit more of himself to me—and yes, he was revealing himself specifically to me, as the other girls had already succumbed to his power, his manhood, and I felt...
Oh. It might be arrogance of me, but I truly, truly felt ... that he was interested in me. “Y-you ... bastard!” I remember to have growled at him as the monster shook the ground and then ... stopped. He stopped, still a safe distance from me, and in his deep, blue eyes, the eyes of a Nordic God from the Old Earth, I sensed again a lot of interest and curiosity, himself having finally met a woman who did not immediately collapse under his overwhelming aura, his oppressive and asphyxiating manhood.
“B-bastard ... hung bastard...!” I shivered as I struggled to put myself back on my feet, and this is where I find myself now, much like where I was a few minutes ago: standing, all dressed up, in the middle of his ocean of cum, facing the stallion while my other girls lay down, collapsed and defeated around me.
“Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuuurrhm.”
I get my first good glimpse of the god’s body, as I have told you, and he...
...
Damn.
Fuck!
This hung bastard! Is he doing this on purpose?
“Uuuurrhm. Uuuurrrhm. Uuuuuurhm.”
The air continues to vibrate with his deep and rumbling breaths.
I see that the god is standing on a perfect spot where only half of his body is visible through the steam. The upper half, and his penis is not there, meaning that he is not fully hard, but by god, I can see the faint shadow of the tube dangling just under his abs, the monstrous bastard half hard, a pendunlum swaying left and right just barely within view!
“Damn it. Bastard!” I click my tongue and frown, very much like a tsundere, and I wonder if the damned hung stallion is doing this on purpose: revealing just enough of himself to tease me, but not giving me all of him—unlike my girls, who, in the flicker of a thought, surrendered their whole selves and offered up all their holes freely:
“My god!! Stallion!!” Upon catching that same glance as I of his body, they were driven even more mad, more insane, and their squirting, their milking, their screaming became nauseating, truly stomach-churning, teeth-grindingly annoying! “Piss on me!! Piss all your cum in my mouth!!”
They stretched out their mouths and showed him their deep, wide throats, displaying just how great a cum dump they would make for his stallion dick and the endless sauce he had to piss in them from his colossal, steaming balls.
When I said they were offering up all their holes to him freely, I truly fucking mean it:
“Horse! Oh, horse! Look at these tits!!” One of them, whom I always considered to be very “frigid” and almost as strong-willed as I, pushed up her enormous, colossal tits, and these tits lactated wildly all over the place, splashing even the shoulders of her companions, who did the same to each other. Like ... there were so many tits, so big and powerful, that the whole place was a circus of lactation, a shower, a bath, a rainstorm of milk pouring and splashing on all of their bodies! “Aren’t they big? Aren’t they hard?” She squeezed her tits and made them bounce, taunting him with the Glursh-Glursh-Glursh sounds of those mega large balls full to the brim with the creamiest milk most men wouldn’t even fathom! “Oh, these tits ... these tits are ready for your balls, my lord!” She pushed them together, emphasizing their girth while also squirting out more milk. “Hmm, look! Look at how large and massive my tits are! They’re bigger than a king size bed, my lord, and they’re ready for you to squirt all of your hot milk on them!”
“And my tits, cock god!” Another one did the same, and soon all of the women were competing to see who’d entice the horse god with their breasts first: “My lord, look! Look how much cum you can pour in the crack of these megazilla tits! Oh, god, I’ve got so, so much tit for you!” The air vibrated with the sound of her jiggling, bouncing breasts: Bwoom-woom! Bwoom-woom...! “Look at the size of this crack between them! Oh, god, it’s like a canyon! A canyon that you can fill up like a pool!”
The stallion god moved his eyes to them; his deep blue eyes without emotion gazing upon them, acknowledging their presence ... and nothing else.
Another woman changed things up, turned around, and raised her colossal ass to the stallion, showering him with her squirt as she made her giant glutes wobble and clash with the colossal mass of all those muscles! “Daddy! Oh, horse daddy! I bet you haven’t see un culo so massive as this one, huh?” The woman ejaculated like a mare taking a piss, but thankfully, her shower of squirt didn’t hit the horse, but flew well above him. “Look at these holes!” With her superhuman bodily control, she made her asshole and her cunt hole “dance”, sort of like eyes blinking to the tune of a song only she could hear. She controlled her squirting quite well, and as she moved her asshole, I could see her intestines dancing and widening under her command as well. “God, my guts are so ready for your loads!” I saw the bitch moving her womb around, pushing her uterus closer to her ass as if to promise the god that he could breed her, knock her up by ejaculating on her anus—breeding her anally! Both colloquially and literally! “God, god, look at this culo! I bet you haven’t fertilized holes so hot or inflated guts so large with your cum before!”
Their competition was this crass, yes, and this overt. “My holes are bigger, daddy, though I can make them as tight as you want them!” Another one got on her fours and shook her (admittedly incredible) ass to him like a horny baboon. “My guts can hold as many gallons as you want to pump in them! Oh, daddy, my intestines and my throat each can hold hundreds of swimming pools of jizz, and my stomach can hold an ocean!!” She returned to her knees, shaking her giant breasts to him and spraying her companions with her frothing milk: “Imagine my body gushing semen through this big, hot mouth, my god, and every hole I just showed you! You can have every one of my holes exploding with cum, my horse, and I will only beg for more!!”
She bowed on the sea of cum, shaking her head and sucking gallons of his semen in between her promises, and the other girls did the same, bowing back and forth and drinking his cum whenever they were not begging for violent sprays of semen: “Imagine this hot, gorgeous body, god,” one of them flaunted her curves, her breasts, her butt, and her muscles. “Dripping with your cum! Covered up in cum! Inches of hot semen everywhere on me!” She opened and closed her mouth while stretching out her tongue each time her mouth was open. “My angelic face, god, plastered with your horse jizz!”
“Horse cum! Bull cum! Fat balls full of stallion seed!” Others were just completely mad and voiced their desires as if their brains, their souls had been hijacked by their ids, and many others simply ... didn’t speak at all, but merely thrashed around on the ground and cried, cried, SCREAMED, ejaculating and lactating everywhere, and damn, I confess, even I was getting aggravated by that pitiful performance of my (once) strong and mighty lieutenants.
“Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm.” Then, I notice the air vibrating differently with the grunts of my horse, and I sense that something big is about to come, so I hold my breath and wait for it. “Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm.” I see the horse look disinterested from woman to woman, with his godly eyes landing again on me, and after he sees me again...
Oh. Again, I know this might be arrogance of my part, but I feel that he really, really likes me, which probably explains the louder, disciplinary grunt he gives thereafter:
“Uuuuurrrhm!!!”
The room shakes harder with his grunt, which is also a roar, but also thunder...!
Booom! Booom! Booom...!!
His grunt echoes from mountain of jizz to mountain of jizz, and I feel the power of his voice hitting my body like shock waves and heat waves, fuck!
“Jesus...!”
I have to flex my muscles and change my steps just so his grunts—his mere grunts!—don’t knock me down from where I stand.
Booooom ... Booooom...
His powerful voice reverberates across the planet-sized den, and all the girls are silent at last. Their breasts are still lactating, but even their lactation is much more controlled and less ... oh, how do I say it? Less messy than they were before.
“Sorry, daddy,” one woman apologizes, and the others quickly follow her:
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
“Sorry, god.” One bows. “Sorry. So sorry.” She literally cries, just like many others, who all continue to apologize, never too loud, but speaking carefully this time around as if to avoid coming across as irritating:
“Sorry, bull. Not another word.”
“I’m sorry, god. I’m sorry.” She sobs! “I’m sorry.”
After a minute, the bull groans: “Uuuuuurhm!” And whatever whimpers these women have, even these die out completely, and they all lower their heads and keep their eyes on their enormous, milky breasts, and the stallion puffs out a few clouds of steam on his breast, signaling that he is, at last, satisfied with their silence.
“Jesus...” In a second, I see all of my women turn into non-entities. They almost, like ... disappear after these quick and authoritative grunts from my stallion, and... “Oh, fuck.” I shiver, for now I have an even better idea of the power I am dealing with! Not the sight of his upper body hadn’t given me a clear enough idea, anyway. “Oh ... my ... fuck...” I look again at that horse and can’t hold back the words: “Please, god...” I grit my teeth, hating myself for my weakness. “Breed me. Breed me. Please...” My voice rises to an incredibly high pitch: “Breed me, daddyyyy!”
I say it very quietly, like a mice begging to be impregnated by her lion, but I feel...
Oh, it might be arrogant of me, yes, but still ... damn! I feel...
I feel like the god accepts this from me: my noise, my whimpers, my cries, my “womanly annoyances”, hehe.
I feel like he’s got a bit more tolerance for me. Just a bit. For I am the only woman in his life (other than his mother, I suppose) who hasn’t succumbed so instantaneously to his charms.
Well, not charm. “Charm” is not the right word to use for a beast like him, because...
“Uuuuurrrhmm.”
The bull groans again. My tits perk up. Boom! I feel them harden. That it, they become even harder than they always are, and for a moment... “Ouch! Ouch!” I feel pain on my chest! I feel their weight growing as another ocean of cement is dumped within them, for the milk ... god, the milk! My milk is so excessive now, and the bull turns his eyes to my tits, and once again, I feel something shifting and changing on his handsome handsome
GOD! SO FUCKING HANDSOME!!!
handsome face! Like ... there’s a bit of curiosity in there. He looks at my tits, and he wonders, perhaps, why they aren’t lactating.
Why aren’t you exploding with milk, my bitch, like all your other friends? The monster appears to think (if he can think at all) as he stares at me, heavenly blue eyes moving from my tits to my face, then my face to my tits, on and on and on. Why aren’t you on your knees like your cum toilet friends, or exploding with juices like these women here?
The monster raises his right hand and shows me his women; the women he appears to be referring to in this question that only I can read from his face.
I look at his hand and ... yes. I finally take note of the women he’s holding there.
In his right hand, the titan holds ten women by their feet. Gorgeous women. Smaller than I, sure, and less genetically well-endowed, but still ... god! They are the one percent of the one percent of the one percent of the top beauties in the galaxy, and they exude good health and great genes from the sheen of their skin alone ... and they are completely flooded with his semen!
Their holes gush cum. He holds them by their feet, upside down, and their heads and gorgeous, long hairs are washed over by the semen that pours continuously from their overstretched holes; cunt and anus overflowing with the loads he had dumped so liberally in their bodies.
He holds these ten women in a single hand like a bunch of bananas! One leg per woman, and the other leg hung loose, like their arms, and I can hardly see their faces or their limbs as these are run over with cum; the cum that never stops oozing and pouring from their holes, sliding down their whole bodies as they writhe and quiver and whimper:
“God ... horsie...”
Their faces (whenever I can see them) shift erratically between the most extremes of pleasure and pain, each woman looking like she wears one thousand difference faces every second, and I can see on their hard skin, their pores outstretched by a myriad of goosebumps, that their orgasms never end; their climaxes will never end, and this is all the more apparent by the strong jets of squirt that finally break free from their upturned cunts whenever the mass of semen isn’t heavy enough to block them: Squiiiirt! Squiiiiirt!! Squiiiiiiiirt...!!
They shower the monster with their squirt, and the beast smirks at me, displaying his women like trophies, showing me, with their bodies, what he’s going to do to me and my friends once he’s done teasing us. “Oh ... f-fuck...”
They don’t even look too wrecked, to be frank. Their bellies are large and swollen, sure, but they don’t look like the deformed, distorted balls of flesh that he turned all the other women around us into. Like, they’re a bit swollen, and their bellies are half as big as yoga balls, yes, but they still look recognizably women, which indicates that the god hasn’t spent any time at all with them. “This ... all of this...” I mutter as I look at their bellies, which wobble and jiggle as sexily as their breasts with all the semen the horse has poured in them. “This is just a squirt from you, isn’t it?” I ask, and I hold no hopes that the god will actually answer me...
“Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm.”
... and he doesn’t, though his grunts feel like an answer of sorts, and his light, subtle smirk tells me everything I need to know.
He knows he is a god, and with this knowledge, he will toy with me. I’m just a little rat in a jaguar’s paw, and jaguars are known for liking to play with their food from time to time.
“Uuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm.” With his constant, booming grunts, the god pulls a heavy weight with his other hand.
I look at it. With his left hand, he drags another ten women on the ground, and these ones look more swollen and beaten up then the ones on his right hand.
The ones of his right hand, he raises them high; so high that their upside-down heads are many feet above the surface of his ocean of jizz...
... but the ones on his left hand, he drags them on the sea like a cavemen pulling his woman by her hair—though he pulls them all by their legs, barely paying them any attention but the bare minimum he needs to get them all knocked up and impregnated.
“Jesus ... damn ... shit...”
The penis of the monster is still obfuscated by the thick steam that rises from his jizz ... but also from the penis itself. Yes. That’s it! The reason why his penis and balls remain occult is because they’re too hot, and the area around his crotch produces way more steam than the space further from it. “God ... god...” I begin to lose my senses as I stare at him for too long.
On one hand, he carries ten women upside-down, bellies big and jiggling with one gallon of semen each, holes frothing and bursting with thick semen. On the other hand, he drags ten more women on the floor, well, on the sea of cum by their legs as well, and their bellies are more swollen, their bodies more deformed by the bigger loads he has squirted in them.
These are not all the women he has with him. No. I look at his legs and, though I can’t see much through the denser cloud of steam that bursts from his balls, I can kind of make up a faint shake of more women there; desperate pussies clinging to his legs, latched onto his calves while whimpering, quivering, and begging for more breeding:
“Dad ... daddy...!” I can hear their incessant kisses on his legs, their hands reaching out to his butts, and their nails being dragged down the solid surface of his shapely, muscular butt. “P-please, daddy ... a lil’ more semen...?”
Their pussies fill the relative silence with squirts: Squirt-Squirt-Squirt-Squiiiirt...!!
Their whimpers sound particularly cocky and victorious. “Oh, daddy! So much cum...!” Their bodies are enormous, or so they appear to be by their large, round outlines through the mist. “You’ve got ... such endless cum...!”
They sound victorious, yes, because they’re still alive! They have taken his seed and survived to tell the tale. “Such power ... god...” They get a glimpse of his butt, damn, and they cum! “Such stamina ... oh my god...!”
Squirt!! Squirr!! Squirt!! Squiiiiiiiirt...!!
The bull holds the women in his hands in my view, and his steely eyes are locked on mine, rarely diverging from my face, not even to see my tits. “Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuurhm.” His muscles rumble and twitch with his breath. And his muscles...
FUCK
How the fuck can I even begin to describe...??????
“Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuuuurhm.”
I can’t.
It’s hopeless trying to describe what a god beast this stallion is.
Fourteen feet and six inches of pure stallion meat.
A god. A beast. A monster. A...
“Aaargh! Fuck!!” The orgasms run through me again. I squirt, I squirt, I squirt, and when I recover my will, I look upon his muscles again and “Oh, give me a BREAK!!”
I cum I cum I cum again, and it seems like I’m locked in a vicious cycle of looking at his muscles, cumming my heart out, taking my eyes from his muscles as I cum and squirt so hard, regaining my strength as I no longer see his muscles, then raising my eyes again and looking at his muscles... “Fuck!”
There. Are. So! Many!! Muscles!!!
This virile beast looks as if someone took a dozen bulls, extracted only the biggest and hardest cuts from their bodies, and wrapped this prime beef selection in the white flesh of a Caucasian god. It is impossible to stare at that beast and not see, like, horses or bulls instead.
He is fully human, but so incredibly muscular that I can’t help but see a horse when I blink, and then a bull when I blink again. “Oooh, aaah...” I slobber and salivate over my own, giant breasts. “Ooooh, gaaawd...”
I blink, and there I see a bull.
I blink again, and there I see the biggest man in the world.
I blink, and the man is replaced by a horse.
I blink, and there is the bull again.
“God ... god...” I lick my lips and pout them like a baby moving after a pacifier. “So ... many ... muscles...!”
The beast is SWOLE!! Like ... OH SHIT!!
I can probably lay across his torso and not touch one of his shoulders or arms with my feet while my fingers touch the other side of him. Each of his breasts is the size of a car (or a small spaceship), and the monster is so bulky that I can literally see his sides from his front!
Like ... wow! He is so stuffed with muscles that I literally can see his back overflowing into his sides, crashing over his obliques like waves of muscles piling on top of even more muscles...
“Muscles ... muscles ... muscles ... god...” And I understand perfectly well, when looking at this masterpiece of a body, why males are so obsessed with big muscles: never before have I felt such a distilled essence of POWER as that which I see in his body. “Power ... power through muscles.”
Real men have big muscles. ‘Tis the law of the universe and shit.
Muscles = Manhood. Almost as much as cock and balls!
That man ... has ALL the muscles.
“God ... god ... god ... god...” The saliva oozes onto my breasts in an ever-thickening, growing thread from the tip of low-hanging tongue. “Swole ... so swole ... so big...”
His muscles are as a fat as he is shredded.
I am convinced the god doesn’t have a single drop of fat in his body (as unhealthy as this would be in any other male), even though his skin is perfectly white and pink, like the butt of a baby! It’s like his muscles are painted white, and everything under his skin (and whatever microscopic layer stretched on top of his muscles he has for “skin”) is as fair and flawless as the superior genome encoded in his bloodstream.
“God ... god ... muscles...!”
His muscles thunder and ripple with more fibers in one breast than there are stars in the whole universe. His muscles are fat, hard, but also incredibly detailed. Looking at them is like looking at an anatomical figure ... if all the muscles had been painted white (and with a perfect tint of white at that!)
I look at his breasts, for instance, and I see all those colossal, violin-like fibers and strands of beef cutting through his pecs from his shoulders, dividing each man boob in yet two more halves, and the pressure under these fibers looks so great it appears capable of splitting stars, and every inch of his bulging physique rippled and roared with an equally insane degree of leanness, an impossible level of shreddedness! A type of trim cut that shouldn’t been feasible for a man of his bulk.
“Bulk ... hulk...”
And he is a hulk, indeed. I have never seen a man so swollen before, no matter the height, almost as if his body struggles to contain all of those muscles!
There is a tension, a fine pressure always building under his “skin”, as if all those muscles still aren’t ALL of the muscles he has, but only the ones that he could show me without ... unleashing a power ... an explosion!! ... that would consume this whole station and blast it with enough strength to create a whole new star!
There is a vibration all over his skin, a well of energy that he can unleash with one wrong movement, oh, one careless thought ... but the bull is always in perfect control of all his muscles, and I feel that he can move each individual fiber at his will as easily as one person can curl their fingers, and his authority over his own physique is as ABSOLUTE as his dominion over all women, his supremacy over my wombs, damn, and all of the world’s pussies.
“Damn ... damn...” My tongues goes in and out, sliding back and forth through my mouth, and my eyes almost pop out as they widen almost as big and round as my mouth, through which the most helpless yelp flow: “Breed me ... I need ... to be bred...”
BY. ALL. THOSE. MUSCLES.
I look at his physique and all I can think of is ... genes.
I look at his muscles and all I can imagine is the size of my children, the buff frame he will endow them after his godly genes are merged with mine; how heavy and potent their bodies shall be, and just how utterly HUNG the boys will be out of the womb.
“Genes ... genes ... oh, god, your genes...”
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