The Most Powerful Being in the Universe
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
That monster of a cock appeared through the fog like a white horse the stud was riding. Yes. It looked like the stud rose a horse, but this horse was actually just his cock.
A horse riding a horse that was, in fact, his horse cock.
A horse-sized horse cock being ridden by a horse ... and my mind was melting!
“Blagh ... blurgh ... aargh...” I made stupid, retarded noises as my brain, I felt it, oozed through the nostrils of my nose.
The colossal, swaying think broke through the thick vein of its own steam ... and then it just kept coming!
Bwoom ... Bwoom ... Bwooom ... Bwooom...
It made thunderous rumbles every time it swayed left, then right...
Bwoom ... Woom ... Bwoom...
... and left, and then right, and my pussy was in a catastrophic, wild state. Mentally, I tuned down the sound of my ejaculation, as it grew strong enough to become deafening, and I just ... paid attention to that supermassive cock that revealed itself inch after inch after inch every second, taking a hole minute to unravel at this pace, over sixty inches of semi-hard, half-flaccid behemoth. “By ... the ... gods...”
The monster took his sweet time, smirking and purring as he flexed his mighty legs and walked at a snail pace towards me. He gauged my expression for signs of health, trying to see how long it would take him to break me, how much of his cock he had to reveal before I was begging on my knees for it.
Booom ... Booom ... Booom ... Booom...
Dear god, his legs...! Sweet and juicy legs! Fuck, those thighs...!
I actually paid attention to his legs after his beautiful, swollen cock tip appeared through the mist. There’s something about man’s legs that perfectly enrapture their raw, virile power.
I wanted to hug those legs, worship them, feel how they swelled and bulged around my arms and under my boobs...
Boom ... Boom ... Booom ... Booom...
God! Those were so many muscles!
I saw the fibers of his legs each as big as the strip of a truck tire, rippling and bulging and flowing under or above the other strips, compounding into a turgid mass of virility that, once again, made it look like the bull was about to explode.
Fiber after fiber of thick muscle bulging and roaring like they wanted to tear through his skin and rip his member apart, and the beast looked dangerous in that state, like a propane tank swelling up and about to go BOOM!
Boooom ... Booom ... Booom ... Boooom...
The stallion had far too much “leg” for his body, his frame. He was a fourteen-and-a-half-feet-tall behemoth with a torso wider than two King size beds, yet the space between his upper thighs was minimal, barely enough to squeeze a lock of my golden hair into!
Booom ... Boooom ... Booom...
It was in this tight-as-fuck space that his colossal testicles hung from, and from right above it that his magnificent penis sprouted.
His penis bulged through the steam like a living creature, a colossal whale easily measured along the turgid girth of the many, many tubes that covered it. Its veins!
Yes, its veins! The beast had many veins in his penis, and each of those veins were thicker than the erect penis of a horse, and it was like the bull, the god, had several horse cocks wrapped around his supreme muscle monster!
“Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm.”
Calm and powerful, godly and deadly, the bull merely grunted as he walked, and he enjoyed my reaction to his penis; his triumphant, supreme monument that crowned him as the absolute deity in our universe.
Booom ... Boooom ... Booooom...
The absolute instrument of the supreme breeding machine that was his body, and the end result of 20 millennia of obsessive genetic work, of almost sickening and depraved levels of eugenic breeding and careful mating.
The type of genetics that could produce such a monument couldn’t belong to humans, but only GODS, and these gods (or humans) certainly did not share the same morality as those of the rest of the world.
No. This was an oppressive penis! A penis that screamed superiority. A penis that said “I can exterminate your whole race and you will thank me for it!” For who can ever reproach a being that possessed such obvious genetic superiority? A creature that flaunted, in his hips, the very proof that he was, indeed, superior to you and anyone else, above any law or morality.
That penis didn’t just bend the laws of physics or biology. No. It challenged the very notion of law and morality itself!
A penis that erased individuality and made all who beheld it only wish for slavery, servitude, submission.
“Breed me ... breed me, god...” I licked my lips and trembled when I cleared my throat. “Breed me...”
The other girls were in an equal state of submission and arousal. They screamed. Some of their pussies exploded with squirt.
I heard nothing. I blocked my ears for any sound as the first few women began to fall on the cum and pass out.
The twenty strongest bitches in the universe, and he had defeated nearly all of them already with the mere reveal of his mule dick.
Bwoom ... Wooom ... Bwooom...
God, look at all those veins!
My tits burned under the shower of saliva that burst from my profuse licking and biting of my lips.
Bwooom ... Bwooom...
My head swayed and tilted, following the horse cock, and his tip was the size of a car ... no, the size of an elephant calf ... no...
Bwoom ... Bwooom...
I don’t give a fuck. Jesus, I have no idea how big he was, but I knew that he was hung!
“God, you are so fucking hung...” I muttered for him, and my lips shivered so much!
My hands burned around my supreme breasts. Despite it all, I kept my shirt tight shut. I didn’t reveal my body to him, not yet, though I knew...
Bwooom ... Bwoooom...
... with every step he gave, the temptation to yield would only grow stronger, and I could feel my arms already going limp as he prepared to reveal the most spectacular feature of himself, the source of his power, of his virility...
“Show me your testicles, horse.” I licked my lips. The spit splashed on my colossal boobs, staining the shirt, gluing them to the round form of the mountain of flesh that encapsulated all of my delicious milk. “Show me your horse balls!”
The monster stopped walking, and then he made his muscles dance and bulge by carefully moving one leg aside, then the other, moving them apart and growling with an iddy bit of discomfort, widening his stance to allow his testicles to fall much, much lower...
Bwoom!! Bwooom!!
... and I watched the hung bastards appear under the later of steam that covered mostly his knees. “Fuck.” Hung horse testicles that dangled lower than his knees. “Colossal.” Orbs full of juice. Unimaginable amounts of cum. “Semen ... I need to drink your semen...”
A furious eruption burst through my breasts, and I felt the white milk in them glowing red with heat and turning to lava, “Aah!”, and then I squeaked, and then I physically restrained my tits even harder to push the milk back, back, back to the molten core of my titanic tits, but... “Shit!”
The pressure was so great already, and I needed to... “Fuck!!”
I need to drench those horse balls in my milk ... massage them with my cream... “Shit!” ... bathe his horse-sized behemoths in my creamy, thick, sticky juice ... and show those testicles true motherly love as they produced so much delicious cum, so much potent and fertile semen just for my womb... “God!” ... just so I could become the proud momma of his offspring, which were bound to rule the universe! “God ... give me children...!”
He proceeded to give me his balls instead, or at least gift my eyes with their sight, as he walked again, a bit faster this time, after adjusting his stance and setting his thighs as far apart as they could get, and then his testicles dangled as low as his calves, and DEAR GOD, they were such gods!
Gods in the flesh wrapped around seas of cum!
Gluursh ... Gluursh ... Gluuursh...
The solid testicles bulged with life and vitality. The liquid within them as so dense that it pushed against his ballsack and revealed its mass through countless, ever-shifting mounds of flesh and concentrated juice, like the beast was hiding snaked in his testicles, bit fat anacondas woven together with super-sticky cream. “Jesus...”
One testicle hung lower than the other, but they were so formidable and powerful that they always shifted their position with every step he gave; one testicle climbing higher, the other climbing lower.
Booom ... Booom ... Booom...
And the giant penis dangling lazily above them, its half-hardness making it rise just above the sperm-makers, enough for me to get the full, unbridled feel of those womb-stuffing jewels of god. “They are so ... beautiful!”
My eyes bulged with cartoon eyes as my fingers sank into the flesh of my massive, mountain-sized and mountain-hard tits. The milk shook under my flesh so hard that my torso was shaking, shaking...! “Oh, wow!” My whole body was shaking, and I was creaming myself so hard that I was like I was pissing out my organs, all liquefied in the presence ... of him!
“God ... god ... deity...!”
I sang for him and opened my arms. I pulled away my shirt and revealed to him my massive, monstrously large tits.
The stallion stopped. He was generous in his smile. He had won at last.
“You ... f-fucker!” I cried, but still I obeyed his unspoken command and, damn it, I took off my shirt, soaked and dripping already with sweat and saliva. “You damn fucker...!” And, like him, I spread out my legs to allow for a larger volume of squirt to rush through.
The monster observed me with some interest as his monster, his majesty, was laid out fully to our eyes, and the other girls started to get their minds too fried to stay put. “God! Give us your cock and your semen!!” They sprang forth, but the stallion kept them down with one short and commanding grunt:
“Uuuurhm!”
They all went down, back into the spunk. “Yes, god. Yes.” Bowing and apologizing profusely. “Yes, master. I am very, very sorry, my master.”
Some of them bowed so deeply that they stuck their heads fully under the semen, like ostriches hiding their heads in a hole, and they stopped existing after the monster re-instilled discipline on them, and we only had eyes for each other again: he had eyes for me and I had eyes for ... for...
“God! God!”
... that god-cock of his.
My torso lay naked before his gaze, and he seemed, once again, very puzzled by me, having never seen a woman quite as large, muscular, and well-endowed. His caretakers (those inferior pussies we met in the space port before) were all around eight to ten feet tall, and the largest of them (the 70th or so strongest woman in the universe) didn’t have tits like mine, muscles like mine, and in every measure, shape, or form, I was the ultimate woman!
“Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm.”
I was superior enough (I hope) to remind him of his mother, and equally blond-haired and muscle-obsessed fitness goddess, though I knew my power paled next to Galatea’s just like Galatea’s own power paled next to the Goddess’s, whom we’ve been tasked to “preparing” this stud for.
“Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm.”
With his calm and steady grunts, he inspected me. “Ouch ... oow...” I moaned as his grunts made my womb vibrate, and shockingly, they harmonized perfectly with the throbbing and pulsating of my ovaries. “Fuck, I’m so preggy...”
I cried, and in my juices, in the abundant squirt I kept pissing out like a mare, I felt millions of fertile legs sliding out, flowing along my supermassive, ultra-muscular thighs, and sizzling as they met his sperm all around me, being briefly fecundated before getting extinguished by the elements, outside of the protective layers of my giant, warm womb.
“God ... I have a womb ready for your semen.” I cooed to him in the loveliest voice I ever had, and then I moved my hands down to the collection of six pairs of steel-solid abs, the twelve-pack I had so lovingly crafted for him—and only him! “Your mother is strong. Your mother is a mare.” I made those abs ripple and bulge, showing him just how strong I was, and oh, little shock waves burst from my abs, the sheer power of a planet-destroying goddess unveiling itself just for the pleasure and the worship of his spunk! “I am a great mother. I have birthed almost 200 hundred kids.”
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