As Gaston fell down from that castle perch high above the river cliffs, he knew his time was at an end. As he fell, he could only scream. He could only scream up to the beast he had engaged in combat with.
"SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! YOU FURRY SIIIIIIIIIIIIMP!" Gaston's voice faded as he fell further and further towards the river below.
Splash
Gaston hit the water and hit it hard with the force of a thousand cannons. Needless to say he died, for no matter how much of a Man he was, falling from such a height was sure death.
His only regret was not sticking his two foot long dick in the woman he wanted to fuck.
Oh well, you can't have everything all the time.
However, Gaston's time was not over.
Gaston jerked awake, his eyes opening quickly. He was laying on a soft white bed in an endless white space.
He sat up against the bed's headframe and looked around. His bulging muscled frame fully exposed other than a pair of red boxers that held his massive package that would soon be put to good use. It was not a question of if, only when.
Soon the women of Remnant would feel the sheer power and girth of Gaston.
It was only a matter of time.