God of War Ragnacock
(DISCLAIMER – All of this is a work of fiction and is by no means meant to be enjoyed. 18 All characters are 18 even if specified otherwise)
"Boy!" Kratos called.
The man who spoke was waiting inside his dimly lit wooden home, sitting on his fur-covered bed. Red tattoos adorned his muscular physique, spreading to many areas of his ashy white skin. Many lanterns provided an inadequate amount of illumination, yet he had no problem making out the form of his son timidly approaching him.
"Y-y-yes?" the boy asked, stumbling over his words.
Kratos met his gaze with a scowl, disappointed at how little his son understood. He would need to teach him to be better...
"Boy. You know what to do."
Atreus nodded and got down onto his knees, as his father pulled his own pants and undergarments off.
"Behold boy, the leviathan cock!"
Atreus licked his lips in anticipation as his father unveiled his cock, which was impressive in size. The leviathan cock was immaculate and cold to the touch, yet the balls of chaos were warm and bursting with heat. He tentatively stretched out his tongue and began to lick the end of the impressive member.
"Hurry." his father said simply, but not without a trace of lust.
"Yeh! Hurry tha fuck up slut!" the head in the corner chimed in.
Kratos glanced over at Mimir, angered at his interruption.
"Head. Head." he admonished threateningly. Atreus stood up and retrieved Mimir from his spot on the table and began to use him like a fleshlight, to pleasure his father. Mimir gurgled and gasped as a giant horse cock was rammed down his throat at a rapid pace. Kratos grunted in pleasure as he felt the throat tissues ripping apart from his leviathan cock.
"Father are you about to cum?" Atreus asked sheepishly after a while.
Kratos grunted in the affirmative, and Atreus began even more quickly pressing Mimir onto his cock. Mimir's gasps were weaker in sound yet stronger in pain as Kratos continued to thrust into the head, his meaty cock reaching the stump of the neck and bursting through. At long last, Kratos shuddered and released the load from the balls of chaos, melting Mimir's head with fire as he orgasmed. The head screamed as his throat melted, but those screams did not last long.
"Father, are you ready?" Atreus inquired. He had taken his pants off and was presenting his tight young asshole to his father.
Kratos grunted in affirmative again and lined up his meaty hose with the boy's stinky hole. With a calculated motion, Kratos ripped his cock through the boy's body and fucked him balls deep. Atreus yelped and went "ooorg", as the cock made its way through his large intestine, filling up his precious insides with man meat.
"Father... is in me!" he exclaimed gratefully. Kratos began powerfully thrusting into his son, his face full of carnal pleasure as he slammed into those boy-cheeks. His son gasped and moaned, constantly begging for it to be even rougher.
However, Atreus felt his control slipping. He felt his bowels let go, and his shit began flowing towards his father's cock. Kratos felt the tide of feces slam into his cock and weathered out the storm. The shit flowed its way through his cock and down into his balls, where they were burned like fuel and diffused into Kratos' body.
"Boy! What have you done!" Kratos demanded, while he slapped his son's ass. Kratos' body began to take on a darker hue, until he finally reached his final form. He had turned black!
As a result, his cock grew even larger; it tore into Atreus' body so far that it began to reach his small intestine. His son groaned in pain and pleasure and began to rock his hips, feeling all of his father inside of him.
"Dad, I'm about to cum!" Atreus gulped. His father sped up and began tearing through him at an even faster rate.
However, just as they were about to ejaculate, a humongous muscular man burst in.
"No more cumming! The All-Fucker demands it!" he sneered. With a deft movement, he lunged towards Atreus and swung him out of his father's grasp. Kratos' cock drooped, no longer about to cum.
"I am Thor, son of the All-fucker himself," the big man sneered, "He says this little bitch needs his asshole stretched by a true cock! Not by the dreaded Cum of Sparta!"
The man hefted Atreus over his shoulder. Tattoos were visible all over the newcomer's skin, each depicting a different gay sex pose. His cock was exposed, although not much of it could be seen due to the curtain of pubic hair that could only be described as a beard. However, his giant blue testicles were certainly a fearsome sight.
Crows suddenly encircled Thor and the boy, engulfing both of them. When the densely packed ravens dispersed, the pair were nowhere to be seen.
Kratos breathed a sigh of relief—at least he was able to avoid being blue balled. Although it appeared as though they teleported, he checked outside of his front door just to be sure. To his surprise, he glimpsed Thor's chubby ass flopping around as he sprinted away with the boy draped over his shoulders.
Should he chase them? Nah. He needed more power in order to take all the cocks of the Aesir.
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Thor slapped Atreus down on the grassy turf. He was breathing heavily; he had just run at least 20 meters and was having difficulty controlling his heartrate. He would die soon without anything to relieve his stress.
His eyes fell upon the boy, who was buck-naked and shivering on the ground.
"Alright you filthy dog, it's high time you were made useful!"
He went to grab the boy's ass, but suddenly the boy transformed into a fearsome wolf! Thor gasped in surprise and hesitated—but only for a moment. He deftly grabbed the beast by the neck and pinned it to the ground. It writhed and squirmed, yet it couldn't break free of the god's iron clad grip.
Thor grinned in anticipation. He pulled out a jar of peanut butter, maintaining his grin, and smeared it inside of the canine's ass.
"You mutt!" he growled, "I think you can easily learn your place this way!"
Pulling the tail out of the way, he lined himself up, then powerfully rammed his cock deep into the wolf. It howled in pain due to the gigantic loaf of meat that was just forcibly inserted into its guts. His cock emerged coated in peanut butter that was a shade of brown darker than it should have been.
The boy-wolf was passing out, drowsy from having his rear end blasted open so many times today.
"Don't you go sleepin' on me yet! This is only the cum before the storm!"
Thor kept brutally fucking the shit out of the poor pooch—literally—he fucked him so hard that steamy shit began to geyser out at the penetration point, flowing down Thor's cock and staining his legs a yellowish brown.
All of this just turned Thor on more, so he kept going, until he blasted his load deep into the wolf's intestines. Liquid peanut butter and cum flowed out of the bunghole.
His job complete, Thor collapsed in bliss on top of the canine.
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Kratos needed more equipment if he wanted to fuck the Aesir gods, and he knew exactly where he could get it.
"Fuck," Kratos whispered to himself, "I'm turning white again." His powerful black skin was fading, and his power level decreased. It was a shame but there was nothing he could do about it.
After travelling for several hours, he and his dogsled arrived at the location he had in mind. Stepping inside of the dimly lit cave, his lustful gaze coaxed images from the shadows.
"Oh-nnnmmmmmm- hey Kratos," said one of the figures. His face was directly behind the other figure's asshole and his tongue was going in circles around the shit-stained outer rim of his brother's anus.
"You got anything you—nghh—want us to make you?" moaned the other figure, who was the first figure's brother.
Kratos glanced around the cave, noting various sex toys and mechanical inventions; all of the contraptions in the cave seemed to be geared around gay sex.
"I need a weapon that can kill a god."
Both siblings stopped their cunnilingus and stared at him. After exchanging glances, they nodded their heads and looked back towards the god standing in the mouth of the cave.
"We know what to make; it'll be our masterpiece: The Draupnir Cockring."
The brothers immediately got to work. They stoked the fire, cummed into the fire, licked the ashes of the cum, and retrieved the base ingredients necessary for a god-slayer. After adding the finishing cum, the cockring was ready.
"Where are my pliers? Oh—yes those—thanks," Brok prepared his pliers and the cockring, "This is gonna hurt a lot," and without further ado, he plied the cockring deep into Kratos' member. The god clenched his teeth but refused to utter a single grunt of pain; he needed to be strong, for his son, and for himself. Brok seemed experienced with jabbing metal into cocks, so the procedure went by without a hitch.
"It is done," Sindri declared. Both siblings stepped back, appreciating their fine work whilst staring at Kratos' nether regions.
Kratos looked down approvingly, nodded to the brothers, and set off to continue his journey.
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Meanwhile in Assguard...
"Father! I have brought the boy!" Thor threw Atreus—now back in human form—onto the ground. They were inside of a warm wooden building, which was fair in size and had many thin animal skins lining the ground as carpet. On the walls hung various animals' cocks and anuses. There were many winged women with giant gleaming strap-ons standing around the room. The room was well lit despite the lack of windows, as the sun creeped in dimly from the doors.
Atreus looked up and saw an old man standing before him. The old man looked down with a look of disgust and revulsion.
"Thor, what the fuck is this?" the old man asked his son.
"Uh... Dad this is the new little giant fleshlight I picked up," the man replied, "He is the son of the Cum of Sparta."
Odin looked sharply up at Thor and covered his eyes.
"Thor why the hell did you rape his son? In fact, why is your cock still out? Did I teach you this? I don't even know what's happening anymore!" Odin screamed. He seemed to be filled with disgust, and he proceeded to vomit after finishing his sentence.
"Thor. Why is our world like this? Why is everyone always horny like dude this isn't normal? This is just wrong; we must be better than this!" Odin admonished.
"Dad, you don't understand. We need to sodomize and dominate all these other life forms! We are the Aesir; we fuck everything's asses!" Thor yelled back.
Odin ran out of the room, unable to dissect the horror of the situation he was witnessing. Thor watched him go, with a look of regret painted over his usually horny face.
Atreus looked around confused: what the fuck was going on in this family? Did the father not fuck his son? It was all very strange to him.
Thor eventually realized that Atreus was still there. He looked him over, seizing him up, until deciding upon a course of action with a 'hmph'.
"Hey kid, I think I'll let my daughter have her way with you," he said with a sly grin.
A naked woman stepped out of the shadows, with a giant, golden, gleaming strap-on attached proudly to her crotch. She had the same colour hair as Thor and just as horny a disposition. She seductively walked over to the crumpled Atreus whilst the dildo bounced and glistened, accentuating her flabs.
"P-p-please don't rape me!" Atreus begged, throwing himself on the ground before her. Tears broke from his eyes and slid down his cheek, like cum dripping out of an asshole and down a taint.
She grinned at him once more then pulled Atreus up into her arms, and whispered a sweet nothing into his ear:
"I'll introduce you to my friend here. Her name is Ingrid, and she'll make you feel real good." She licked his ear, breathing heavily. Her breath smelled of actual shit, which made the situation worse once Atreus noticed the ominous brown stains around her lips. Atreus whimpered in fear—he wanted his dad—only his dad could fuck him right!
She pushed him to the floor and pounced on him, ripping into his tight boy hole with her giant metallic strap-on.
"AHHHHHHHHH! UGHHUHEUHG!" he screamed as he felt his hemorrhoids burst, the thick cock yielding no mercy on his anus flesh. Blood began to pour out from around the rod at an alarming rate, and the woman laughed manically, a literal shit-eating grin plastered on her face.
"PLEA-PLEASE! PLEASE STO-!" Atreus begged. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. The blood loss was going to kill him if it didn't stop soon, and the horny creature behind him certainly had nothing of the sort in mind.
She stopped suddenly and pulled out the clint. Turning him around, she made out with his dry, bloodied lips. There was no energy left in Atreus to even move his mouth, so she began to stick their tongues together in a... passionate...? French kiss?
"This... isn't so bad. I might live!" Atreus thought hopefully to himself. Boy was he wrong.
Her throat convulsed and vomit spewed up from her stomach. The bile threw itself into Atreus' mouth and down his throat. Reflexively, he gagged and threw the vomit back up, only to discover that the path was blocked! The woman had her hand pinning his nose shut and kept vomiting at high pressures into Atreus' melting throat. The pressurized puke travelled to every nook and cranny in the boy, filling his sinuses and even his lungs with digestion juice. He choked and attempted to cough, but to no avail.
In the merciless grasp of a disgusting deviant god, Atreus took his last look at the world. She dropped his limp, vomit-filled body to the floor. With the finality of his boy-cheeks slapping the ground, Atreus at long last passed away.
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Eyes gleaming with determination to retrieve his son from Assguard, Kratos soldiered on. He was travelling using his dogsled and was fucking the wolves' asses in order to power them and keep them running day and night. A snowy wind blew across the frigid white dunes of a lake, and Kratos pulled the furs draped around his neck closer to his face. His breath, a smoky cloud from the cold, cloaked his expression as he gazed at the tall structure looming in the middle of the frozen plane.
Picking up the reins, he gave them a sharp tug and braced himself at the same time. With a bark, the wolves took off towards the temple, with Kratos in tow behind them. Frost nipped at the man's features as he rode swiftly through the perpetual blizzard, both in his mind and in front of him. Nothing could stop him from getting to his boy.
The temple's features became more and more pronounced as Kratos neared its black and gold walls. His eyes went up and down the walls, looking for an entrance, until he found one with a 'humph'. Beyond this 'entrance' was a flight of stairs. His expression stoic, he climbed the stairs, and after a short trip down a walkway, he entered the temple.
Darkness was there to greet him when he stepped in; the only light that could be seen was from a tree-like structure in the center of the room. It was a very natural-looking structure, but Kratos could tell this was not your average tree. He knew that this tree was the key to finding his son.
The branches coiled around the gaps in the floor like serpents, forming a path for Kratos to walk forward. However, once he reached the tree at the center... he noticed a presence.
"Well hello there sugar...heheh." came a seductive voice. "Come for my body?"
Kratos' expression became one of annoyance.
"Freya, what are you doing here?" he demanded angrily.
"My name has been changed," she announced proudly, "My name is now Fuckya."
She slowly walked into view from behind the tree. It was—well—horrifying to say the least. There was lipstick haphazardly drawn all over her face, which was a mess of bruises and cumstains. She wore filthy rags with a vomitous yellow colour ominously dyed on. Her private areas were sagging and trailing on the ground behind her. Her jaw also seemed to be dislocated, but that was the least of Kratos' concerns.
"I have not come to have sex with you, whore." Kratos stated. He raised his head to show he would not yield to her.
"Then you leave me no choice. Ever since you fucked my son to death, I have wanted to fuck you too! I will have my sex, I have prepared for this day for years." she gestured to her body, which was only in that state due to the training she underwent to fuck Kratos.
Kratos paused—he could not simply ignore this woman's plight. She trained in order to fight him, and it had clearly taken its toll. With yet another 'humph', he announced his intent to fuck her.
"Bring it on!" she shouted as she sprinted at him top speed. As she neared him, she jumped into the air and attempted to impale herself on Kratos' now exposed member. However, Kratos was ready. With a sonic boom, he broke the sound barrier with his Leviathan Cock and gave her a cock slap hard enough to make even Charles Christopher White Jr jealous.
She wasn't bothered, though. Bouncing back up as her body slammed into the ground, she grabbed onto the Balls of Chaos and dug her nails into them, refusing to let go. Once she had a good enough grip, she slithered past Kratos' attempts to grab her and took a great big bite out of his ballsack. Sucking noises ensued, and she drained one of his testicles of cum!
Kratos grunted in pain then finally managed to land a kick, adding a considerable amount of distance between them. His balls were very much in bad shape, with one of them being depleted from the chaos flame energy. The other testicle had to work overtime to compensate for its loss.
"You have skill, bitch of the woods. But I have more wood than you can bitch."
With that, Kratos leapt forward using his cock as a spring and then ball-slapped her so hard that her face peeled off and flew across the room. She screamed in pain and crumbled to the floor; her neck was probably almost broken as well. She beckoned him over with a stained finger and Kratos obliged her, kneeling beside her failing body.
"You stud. *cough* You fucked me real good." she admitted, whilst coughing up blood. "Now take this, *cough, it's called the bi-frost. It doesn't discriminate, it fucks all the worlds equally. *cough* Now use it to save your son!"
She milked the last of her life force from her old saggy titties. Once she had finished wringing out her breasts, she lay back on the floor, dead. He looked down at her lifeless body and decided he would take action immediately to respect her corpse. Kratos jerked off his cock so hard that even a eunuch would have a hard time not cumming. Once the deed was done, her body was embalmed in cum and she could rest easy. When her soul left her body, Kratos captured it and raped it one more time for good measure, then continued on his adventure.
Twisting the bi-frost into the slut—I mean slot, Kratos selected the realm he was looking for: Assguard. There wasn't a realm tower for the portal to lock onto, but Kratos had prepared for that. After a few moments, the mechanism locked in on the pseudo-tower that Kratos made from cum. It had taken him several days to solidify and cum out his materials, but such was no issue, for when there is a will there is a way, even if that will is fucking your son.
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In Assguard, things were heating up; as in the gods were in heat and fucking everywhere. Sitting atop a mountain peak was one of the few men who was not currently fornicating. His name was Heimdall, the ultimate voyeur and voyeur of the gods. They say he could watch people fuck even in the future!
Suddenly, a vision came to him, and he fell over in shock. His hands grasped tightly onto the smoky gray rock that supported him.
"This sex... it is too much! The copulation would shake the world tree, let alone the orgasm!" he sputtered frantically, "I need to warn the All-fucker about this!"
The sound of flapping wings interrupted his contemplation, as a raven landed on a nearby boulder and gazed down at him. When he returned its gaze, it began to speak:
"A man approaches. Do your best my loyal follower."
Once the message was delivered, the raven flew off and disappeared into the sky as quickly as it came. Heimdall decided that this position would not be easy to defend, and thus he began to climb down from the rock he was sitting on and towards the Assguardian's village but was stopped by a certain sexy man.
"Where is my son?" the man demanded, cock exposed and rock hard.
Heimdall gaped (with his mouth) at this intruder with anger.
"How fucking dare you, you man-slut! Get your fuckin' ass out of my way!" he exclaimed, "I don't have time for some cunt's bullshit right now!"
As Heimdall attempted to march straight past the miscreant, an arm came out and stopped him in his tracks.
"I asked you a question," the man said huskily in Heimdall's ear, "Where is my son?"
The voice appeared to be calm, but it was betrayed by hints of fear, anger, and regret. Although Heimdall could not see his face right now, he was sure the man had on a stoic expression of sorrow. The wind softly blew and picked up the dust that had rested on the rocks, gently obscuring the background from view. Heimdall's dick slowly inched its way out in preparation for the confrontation to come.
Moving faster than the speed of sound, the man's cock flashed past Heimdall's head. You might think this was just a warning shot, but no. Heimdall used his voyeur abilities to predict the cock that would fly past his head and dodged just in the nick of time. His eyes widening at the sheer size of this man's hog, Heimdall jumped back into a fighting position. He wouldn't be fucked so easily.
He tore open his trousers to reveal his mighty meat weapon, and his hairless ass clenched to prevent entry to his virgin butthole.
"COME ON! TRY AND FUCK ME!" he shouted menacingly.
Meanwhile, in a large well-lit wooden room, Odin sat and contemplated life decisions. He paced back and forth in front of his desk, periodically stopping to cry.
"Why the fuck am I in this hell? Why is everyone so god damn horny! All they want to do is have hot buttsex with me and that's it!" He slammed his fists down on the desk, overturning several jars and scattering parchment onto the floor. At a rate much faster than the papers', he sank to the floor on his knees and wept.
Suddenly, a big fat fuck burst into the room!
"DAD! I need you to give me some more booze! All this fuckin' is makin' me thirsty!"
Thor wagged his cock around and twerked whilst waiting for his father to answer. A woman came into the room after him, looking quite disappointed. Although Odin was looking at her, she never returned his gaze.
"Thor, as your wife, I think you should have more sex with me," she complained, putting her hand on his shoulder.
Thor considered for a moment before he answered.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID SLUT! I DON'T NEED NO WOMEN PARTS!" He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, then slammed her brutally on the table. Jaw dislocated and escaping from its socket, she attempted to cry out in pain but was silenced by Thor's hand.
"H-h-hewp," she pleaded with a muffled voice, tears trickling from her eyes. Her eyes were only met by Odin, who was giving her the 100-yard stare in response, knowing what was to come.
"Not another word you STUPID FUCKING WHORE!"
Odin couldn't watch. He averted his eyes as Thor reached his big chubby hands into her stinky sin-hole and ripped out her rectum. He kept pulling and tugging on her insides until he had a sizeable pink sock in his arms, and she was no longer moving. Luckily her screams didn't last until then.
"DAUGHTER! Get yer FUCKIN' ASS IN HERE!" Thor shouted menacingly. Suddenly Odin had a premonition that he would lose half of his family today. He held his head in his hands, trying to maintain his sanity.
For the next hour Odin would have to witness Thor tie up his daughter using the extensive pink sock as a rope and perform various BDSM acts on her, but I'll spare you the details.
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Up on the mountainous terrain on the top of the walls, Kratos was dueling Heimdall. Heimdall was very skilled, no debate on that. Even Kratos was having trouble swinging his massive throbbing meat club fast enough to catch up to the little shit.
"You fat piece of shit! You'll never be able to catch me!" he teased as he landed a jump-kick on Kratos' head. Kratos managed to contain his rage but was still unable to hit him. At this rate he would need to use it.
Kratos attacked with an overzealous slam of his cock, and Heimdall naturally took the opportunity of the opening to strike at Kratos' balls. However, this was exactly what he was waiting for.
The Draupnir cock ring suddenly activated, and Kratos' cock multiplied! Heimdall screamed as a flurry of cocks went straight up his asshole and stretched it far past the six-inch mark.
"AAAAGHH FUUUUUUCK!" the poor man screeched; his asshole filled to the point of bursting.
But this was not enough for Kratos.
Feeling the pleasure of dozens of cocks, he kept thrusting all of his members in and out of Heimdall's fleshy void. He kept grunting from the overflow of stimulation being transmitted to his brain, directly contrasting the agony being transmitted to Heimdall.
In one last bid for life, Heimdall took a special item out of his pocket: The Gjallarporn! He knew that once he sucked this cock-like object and gave it a good blowjob, he would be transported to some random place in the nine realms. Due to him being fucked in the ass to death, he really didn't care where it took him.
Heimdall licked his lips and gave that Gjallarporn some mean sloppy toppy.
A rift opened in front of the two and sucked them into the mysterious void beyond.
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It was dark.
Ash flowed through the skies like debris falling through the sunlit waters of the ocean. Clouds obscured any form of the heavens above. Red lines of lava cracked through the earth, giving the landscape a dangerous orange and red glow.
Kratos opened his eyes and inhaled. He was no stranger to treacherous areas and was easily able to remain calm. A vague scent of burning greeted his senses as he examined the surroundings that he found himself in. Igneous rocks took up most of his view. Trails of lava were found here and there, mainly around the giant summits that were most certainly volcanoes. Under his body there was a peculiar existence to this strange place: It was Heimdall.
Blood still trickling from his corpse, Heimdall was certainly dead. His entire lower half had expanded to many times its original size, due to Kratos' extreme violation of his abdominal cavity.
Using one hand to push himself up, Kratos separated himself from the now-deceased man. One thing was clear to him: His boy was not going to be found here. The first thing Kratos would need to do was find a way out.
Unfortunately for him, the apparatus that was used to transport him here was all but destroyed in the finale of the fight. It was now small and unusable; limp and drained of its power.
"Fuck," Kratos whispered to himself. It was not done out of anger, but disappointment. He had travelled and fought so much and was still so far from achieving his goal. He resigned himself to finding a way out and grieving for his lost time later.
The reverberations of metal striking metal were received by his ears; the first unnatural sound he had heard yet. Curiously, no, perhaps desperately, he hurried over to find out what caused the abnormality.
It was a man. A large man who could potentially be called a giant was forging a sword. As Kratos slowly walked over without removing his scrutiny, the man indifferently continued striking the sword with his hammer.
Kratos knew that this man could be dangerous, but there was no other way for him to get the answer to where he was.
"Hmph," Kratos grunted by way of greeting.
The man paused in the middle of his swing, and gradually turned his eyes to the man in front of him. He stood up straighter and identified himself.
"I am Surtr. What is it you came here for?"
Kratos thought for a moment; this man could potentially be a powerful ally now that he knew who he was.
"I am just a man who wants to see his son. I wish to bring Ragnacock to Assguard!"
"..."
"Are you not the fire giant who causes Ragnacock to take place?"
"... yes, I am. I, Surtr, am able to become Ragnacock. However, Ragnacock is only created by me and my wife having hot sex and making one big baby together."
This was news to Kratos; however, he didn't see the problem.
"I see. Then get her over here and have some transcendental copulation," Kratos suggested, making no attempt to hide his impatience.
"I refuse," the giant said simply, "I refuse to let my wife die just to bring Ragnacock. To me it will never be worth it. When we traded genitalia, we traded major parts of ourselves. I now understand and love her even more than I ever could before."
The man opened his legs and revealed that his cock had been replaced with a frosty looking mangina. Mist emanated from the unnatural private part as it continued to wage war against the constant pressure of the heated air.
Kratos could understand loving someone enough to sacrifice everything for them, which is why he needed Ragnacock.
"I see. Well, that private part rubbed off on you in another way: It made you a giant fucking pussy!" Kratos stated aggressively, "Do you not understand this is your fate?"
The man was silent.
It was clear that this weighed heavily on his mind.
"It is fine. I accept my fate, but I refuse to drag my wife into it." Surtr said with firm finality.
Kratos was angered by the refusal. He took his cock out and his balls began to make cum.
Strangely, this caused Surtr to gasp in surprise.
"Are those balls the Balls of Chaos?" he asked, almost afraid for the answer.
He must be scared, Kratos thought, as he nodded and jiggled them threateningly. He was going to punish Surtr for pissing him off, but the giant seemed to be deep in thought.
"Yeah. That can work," he said suddenly, "Alright you want to cause Ragnacock? Bring those balls here little boy." Surtr held out his hands and flexed them perversely, pantomiming him fondling Kratos' balls.
Kratos was confused, but nonetheless he stepped forward and allowed his thick, juicy balls to be grasped by this strange man.
"This will hurt," Surtr warned suddenly, then grabbed and squeezed his balls without restraint.
"FUUUUUUUUUUU!" Kratos yelled, the pain almost more than even a man like him could handle.
When it was done, his nutsack glowed with an otherworldly heat, the power barely being contained within. Surtr stepped back, nodding his head.
"Alright," he began, then spread his legs for Kratos, "Now you need to fuck me real good and cum in my frosty hole."
Surtr spread his man-pussy wide, inviting Kratos to use his hole. Kratos nodded in appreciation and jammed his giant cum needle deep into Surtr's mangina.
Surtr yelled in pain, both his and his wife's chastity taken. Due to the overwhelming power within this sex and the desire to end the fire giant's suffering, Kratos prematurely jizzed out a fat load deep into Surtr.
The giant's eyes glowed.
Ragnacock would soon arrive.
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Thor felt the rumble in his belly.
This was not the rumble of hunger, or lust, but the rumble of things to come. The world was stirring up a catastrophe, and it would soon arrive right on Thor's doorstep.
Tucking his giant nutsack into his nut-holster, he stepped outside his home purposefully. His dull and glazed eyes darted around, looking for any minute change in the state of Assguard. The rumble in his tummy was no accident, he thought, as he jiggled his way down the path towards the gates that led to their village.
When the fat fuck discovered that the gates were still in working order, it did not ease his mind. Really, what could these gates do if someone packing heat arrived?
And arrive someone packing heat did.
Outside of the great walls of their village, ear-splitting sounds of explosions and warfare erupted out.
"FUCK!" Thor shouted; he needed to get out there and protect his family!
Swinging his nutsack around, gaining velocity, he prepared to jump. Finally, he thrusted his nutsack upwards and the resulting force propelled him over the great wall. When he reached the apex of his leap, his body reoriented midair, and he soared towards the largest enemy he could see. This also happened to be the enemy he was destined to fuck: The World Cock.
The air ripped at his nutsack and caused his hair to flow out in a glorious fashion behind him. Thor cut through the skies at super speeds, closing in on his old yet new enemy.
Their clashes shook even the branches of the world tree. As he was once again slammed into the skies, Thor got his ballsack into position for another assault.
The giant dick beneath him opened its foreskin, like a cobra rearing its hood.
Using his giant blue balls to their fullest, they unfurled out of their hairy coating and glowed a bright lightning-blue colour. The giant penis slithered violently towards Thor, ready to ejaculate all over him.
"I'LL BEAT YOU LIKE I BEAT MY WIFE, DAUGHTER, AND MEAT!" Thor yelled as he plummeted like greasy lightning towards his nemesis. The World Cock shot out a giant river of splooge at him, and he took it head on, blasting through the immense pressure of the flow.
Thor continued to plummet towards the giant opening on the penis, preparing to enter and destroy it from the inside. Although it was a mystery where the sperm came from, he decided there was no harm in shutting down the flow.
Ripping through the urethra of the mammoth member, Thor busted only the fattest of nuts. The World Cock released a momentous flow of semen in response, and their clash was legendary.
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When Kratos arrived in Assguard, he was surprised.
"Who the fuck are these guys?" he asked himself in his deep, rumbling voice.
Random creatures were waging war, and what appeared to be a humongous fucking hog was slithering its way towards the towering walls in front of him. There were flying people with orange cocks flying above him, and there were a crap ton of dwarves with their hairy, stinky cocks slamming into fortifications. Various gods from other realms were cumming and jizzing and ejaculating all over the battlefield. Kratos couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on, so he decided to just begin sodomizing without restraint.
He ran into the battle and cock slapped several flying creatures into the ground, then grabbed a nearby dwarf. He jammed his cock deep into the protective nest of hairs around its ass and struck true, sinking into the poopy interior. The random gods from other realms attempted to flee, but Kratos chased them down and penetrated all of their holes.
After violating an appropriate number of combatants, Kratos began to make his way towards the core of Assguard; towards his son.
Flashes of light passed through the air on all sides, obliterating those waging war without bias. It appeared that the Assguardians were using the genitalia of giants they killed as biological war machines, using them to ejaculate their powerful sperm all over the enemy.
Kratos saw the dwarf brothers running through the frontline. They swung their meat around while they made out. Their tongues were clearly visible going down each other's throats from the outside, wiggling beneath their neck skin.
Then, in less than a second, they were obliterated by a powerful blast of semen. Only their scrotes' remained, floating together in a shallow pool of milky white water.
There was no time to grieve, Kratos needed to find his boy and fast! And also, he didn't give a shit!
Running at a speed that would make even the fastest ejaculation jealous, Kratos bolted across the battlefield, becoming stained with gore as he accidentally ran through some unfortunate combatants.
When he reached the gates to the great village of the gods, Kratos used his godly powers to magically remove the gore from his body, which for some reason he can do. Once he was cleaned of blood, he stared up at the imposing dark gates before him. Beautifully decorated with gold and gemstones, these gates appeared majestic but also functional. They had never been needed before, but that didn't stop them from doing their job well.
Kratos would need a weapon of some kind to destroy these gates...
Right on cue, Ragnacock erupted from the ground in the distance, towering over even the grandest walls.
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Cocks thumped, balls squirmed, and assholes erupted. It was chaos, which was exactly what Kratos needed. The gates in front of him stood tall, but not as tall as Ragnacock.
Using a cock longer than a football field, Ragnacock shot a jet of jizz precisely at the gate, decimating it and everything behind it. Cock in hand, Ragnacock began discharging at anyone and everyone fighting beneath him. The battle became even more cum-soaked as a lake of white fluid formed.
The battle mattered not to Kratos; the only thing he wanted to cum on was his son. His footsteps echoed loudly as he sprinted through the newly excavated tunnel. Cum-filled corpses lined the ground, becoming red and white blurs in Kratos' vision as he sped along. The light at the end of the tunnel was dim; the clouds above were dark, although no rain fell.
Behind him, a loud boom could be heard. Kratos turned his head just in time to see the paradoxical penis disappear with a loud clap.
He was running out of time.
Finally making it to the end of the tunnel, he found the village already in flames. It appeared that a giant orgy had broken out during the battle and all of the Assguardians were casualties. His heartbeat sped up, and fear became visible on his face. Where was Atreus?
His pace increasing, Kratos ran past several houses, briefly looking into their open doors and viewing the cum-stained desecration inside. At this rate, he was worried he would not find his boy at all. But he needed to. There was a specific reason that was not mentioned ever before that will suddenly come to light in a huge twist of fate. But first we need more sex.
"YARRRRRGHHHH!" screamed an unknown female assailant. She had a beautiful metallic sewn-on clint attached to her lower half and was thrusting it powerfully at Kratos.
Kratos didn't have time for this bitch. He roughly intercepted her attack by grabbing her tits and squeezing them with all his might. Within seconds, the tits popped like pimples, with creamy milky cheese spraying all over the place instead of pus. He threw her into the air, then twisted his body off the ground, spinning himself around and performing a tornado cockslap on her, sending her flying in a random direction to die.
After that brief battle, Kratos found himself close to the center of the village. A foreboding house lay in front of him, looking completely ordinary and very pathetic. Upon closer scrutiny he found it was made of cum-glazed wood, impervious to all attacks, physical or magical... but not cum.
Kratos began to jerk himself off, ready to annihilate this god forsaken building, but then he heard a voice:
"Wait! Please stop! It's over, you really don't need to destroy my home!"
An old man came jogging over to him, then bent over, breathing heavily. Once he had regained his breath, the old man looked up at him continued:
"Look, I know why you're here, you want the boy, right? If that's what you want, I can give you what you want! Just please don't ejaculate all over, and please put that cock away!"
The old man looked like he was about to vomit, so Kratos decided to indulge him.
"Then... where is the boy?" Kratos asked simply, "If you say you know where he is then why haven't you already brought him to me?"
The old man paused to consider for a second before answering.
"I know where he is, but my priority is to stop all this first. All this... fornication! All this disgusting sex! Why is everyone so horny!" he spat.
This old man was rather strange, and the words he spoke were even stranger. Kratos could not understand why this man was against the way of the world, but that didn't really matter.
"I did not come here to listen to your complaints. Bring me the boy and I will be on my way!"
Thunderous booms echoed in the background, and the sounds of moaning only intensified. The battle was still being hard-fought and hard cummed, and would not end anytime soon. It would only be a matter of time before Atreus got caught up in it; it would be better for them to leave as soon as possible.
As the old man was about to answer Kratos, two men dropped down from the sky. One was Thor, and he was swinging his cock around aggressively, ball-slapping the fuck out of the other guy. The other guy was... uh... well honestly, no clue. He was just some average guy that was completely forgettable.
After being ball-slapped to the ground by Thor, he shouted with anger:
"You bastard! I will never let you beat me! I will avenge my sister! I know you killed her you horny fuck!"
His sister? Kratos was confused but this was no time to get side-tracked.
"The boy." Kratos demanded, with finality in his voice. He stared intensely at Odin, who blushed and looked away.
"Please don't defile me! Now Thor, please fuck this man and make him leave!" Odin commanded Thor, "I see that lustful gaze. Don't you DARE FUCKING GO AGAINST MY WISHES! YOU FUCK, WHO I TELL YOU TO FUCK!"
Silence. After a few moments of contemplation, with complex emotions ravaging his face, the fat man finally decided on an answer.
"No," Thor said defiantly, "I will not do as you wish anymore. I will only fuck who I want to fuck. I will not play into your games any longer." Thor turned towards Kratos, nodding, then back to his previous opponent.
"I'm not horny anymore," Thor said, echoing the words of a certain panda. He took a deep breath, and continued:
"I believe enough cum has been spilled today. We should all get together an—EUGH!" Thor stopped suddenly, a look of absolute shock on his face.
"You should have listened to my orders, you fucking fat moron!"
Odin had his giant man-meat jammed deep into Thor's hairy asshole. Thor couldn't do anything; he had been backstabbed in the worst way possible. Cum flowed from all his orifices as Odin filled him to the brim with his seed. After scant few seconds, Thor's face burst open, and the cum flowed out. Kratos and the random guy watched in silence and horror.
With a heavy thud, Thor fell to the ground, dead.
"Now, now. You FUCKERS will understand why you should never MESS, WITH, MY, PLANS!" Odin screeched, kicking Thor's dead corpse with each word. He turned to Kratos, who now had his cock out, and flexed his impressively long hog. Odin was the last obstacle in Kratos' way; this would be the battle to decide the fate of Kratos' libido.
With an evil grin on his face, Odin stepped towards Kratos with raping intent.
The Cum of Sparta's balls heated up. His cock was beautifully arched, and twitching powerfully, ready to cum.
"Come at me, Fucker of Gods!" Odin yelled whilst charging towards Kratos. Kratos lunged forward into the air and slammed his cock down onto Odin. However, Odin anticipate this and parried accordingly, then jammed his finger's up Kratos' ass as gravity pulled them together.
"OOOORG!" Kratos moaned as the rest of Odin's hand slid up his greasy ass. He could feel the dirt and grit from Odin's hands scraping on the sides of his rectum, stimulating him to an immeasurable degree. Kratos' prostate bulged and pulsated, and cum streamed out of his cock and missed Odin.
When Odin removed his forearm from the man's ass, shit geysered out into the sky and landed with wet thumping sounds around them. Kratos was breathing heavily; this man was not to be underestimated. His fisting was the real deal.
Pushing himself off the ground slowly, Kratos turned his gaze towards Odin, who stood there, waiting for Kratos to make the next move. Odin was crafty; he would wait for Kratos to attack then counter him accordingly.
Suddenly breaking into a sprint, Kratos surged towards Thor's fallen corpse. Turning it over, he grasped the mighty cock and balls, and, with a sound like an elastic snapping, he broke them off the dead body. Hefting the powerful blue cock and balls, Kratos swung them around above his head, gaining power and momentum.
He ran towards Odin with murderous intent, poo still leaking from his leaky rear faucet.
"Wait!" Odin shouted suddenly, "Do you still want to know where your son is? I'll tell you now, just leave me alone!"
Kratos halted his assault and stared down Odin, but the old man didn't waver.
"He's... right HERE!" Odin ripped off a piece of fabric from the building he was beside, revealing what was hidden behind.
And there he was... the emaciated broken corpse of Atreus, a look of fear now on his face that would last eternity.
"NOOOO!" Kratos screamed, "What was the point! What was this all for! AUUUUUUUGHHHH!"
He ran towards the boy as Odin sidestepped away. Pulling him out of the building, he laid his son on the ground and caressed his poor face.
"My boy. My poor little boy." Kratos whispered, a single tear dripping down his cheek, and a single drop of cum dripping from his cock. Anger consumed him. His past flashed before his eyes, and he stood up, before slowly turning towards Odin. Those were the eyes of a man who saw nothing in other people but a warm fleshlight; the Cum of Sparta had returned.
He would avenge his boy, and the unborn boy boy who was inside of his belly, who met a cruel fate before he was even brought into this world.
Suddenly, a rip in space found its way into the battlefield. A giant wolf stepped out.
Its fur was the colour of the gray mountains, and its eyes were filled with curiosity and wicked intelligence. A cocksleeve made from what appeared to be a young black woman was snug on his cock. It looked around, taking in the scene around it, before its eyes halted on Odin. Its tongue lolled out hornily.
Arching its back, the giant canine stood up on two legs, much like a human. Odin's eyes widened as this monstrosity walked towards him seductively.
Kratos wondered what the fuck this creature was who interrupted his sex.
The wolf was giving him a look that basically said: "I'm sexy and I am fully aware of that fact." The oversized mutt shook its hips, showcasing its goods, whilst it strolled. The beast stopped out of the blue in the middle of its hooker walk, and methodically pulled the cocksleeve off, before tossing it aside like a used condom. By the looks of things, it probably was.
"BUT! HOW!?" Odin demanded, eyes bulging, "HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE? THAT PART OF THE PLOT DIDN'T EVEN HAPPEN!"
He backed away in fear as the giant wolf got closer and closer, trying to escape his fate. Sadly, deep inside, Odin knew that this was how things would turn out. This was foretold long ago, and now it would happen.
The wolf slowly put a paw on Odin's chest, while smiling like a slut. It carefully pushed Odin to the ground and turned him around, making sure his ass was facing the sky, ready for penetration. The wolf's peepers went skywards as anticipation took it over.
Kratos could only watch as fate underwent. It was not his place to interfere in this matter.
It didn't really matter to him either way, so long as Odin got what he deserved. He watched as the giant, pink dog cock extended from its sheath and slunk its way towards the old geezer's wrinkly ass. As the cock inched closer and was about to make entry-
A humongous fucking penis slammed down from the heavens and decimated both Odin and the wolf. A shockwave blasted onto Kratos as gore and stone rained from the sky.
"I AM RAGNACOCK!" a voice boomed from the sky.
Kratos looked around, shaking. The entire area was covered in cum and blood. There was no sign of Odin or the wolf. Ragnacock apparently delivered divine judgement then fucked off, since he was nowhere to be found either.
He stood up, supporting himself on his cock. It only stayed erect long enough to get him to his feet.
There were no more loose ends. Looking up at the cum-filled darkening sky, and the red that the fires inspired within it, Kratos could truly say that he hadn't seen a hell like this before; it was truly a unique flavour. Stepping exhaustedly on the cum-covered ground, he ambled towards the mountainous walls, alone. Flames raged around him, the only life that could be seen was the rats consuming the desecrated bodies that lay around the village.
Kratos coughed, expelling the semen-infused smoke from his lungs. As he silently trudged through the village, he looked around at the once-proud homes despondently.
Before he knew it, he was nearing the gate to the outside world.
Oh, there was that guy from earlier.
The weary god was in no mood to rush, so he continued his languid pace towards the unmoving man in front of him. Kratos squinted at the person, trying to make out his features—although his focus was not there. As much as he looked, he could not see his face.
Kratos sighed. It didn't matter. This man was not the boy he loved so dearly.
All things must come to an end; the good things simply end much faster. The only problem Kratos had with that, was that, even after all these years, he continued to persist.
Kratos knew what that meant, he knew better than anyone.
The man was still staring at him, and Kratos stared back.
He would never change.
Kratos unbuckled his belt and removed his pants...
He would always be... a monster.
THE END
