The mountains shook as Kirika sat down, the cityscape below her now reduced to mere rubble and coated in her semen. The thick goo seeping into the ground turning it into more and more of a barren wasteland.

Though the city would have been useless to Kirika at this point anyways, even the tallest building could no longer challenge her toes in size. The remaining residents could only look up in combined perversion and despair, as she sat down and the shadow of her two grotesque nuts began to cover their town up before rumbling down over them. Nothing remained of the town, the only thing which would be left behind would be the sweaty craters devoid of life.

The only beings allowed to worship Kirika directly were the seven giant sluts, who all worshipped her like the goddess she was. Pyra licked away at her shaft coating it in her saliva, as Kirika held her close, her strong hand resting on the red aegis’s skull. Shura was giving the goddess a full body job, grinding her tits and hips against the self-same shaft as she kissed it leaving more and more marks of her lips on the gargantuan fuckstick. Ross was busy servicing the massive spheres, which had caused the devastation of an entire city so casually. These three had been the ones to have the privilege of worshipping Kirika directly granted to them, while the other four were left to the side for now.

They would remain there, begging Kirika to allow them to worship her, to allow them to come closer. Their eyes were feral, their minds hazed over by musk as Kirika’s cock throbbed loud enough to drown out any rational thought in their minds. Erza could not contain herself, she needed Kirika's sword, she needed to become its sheath. Yet, Kirika had not allowed her to move, so she could only bounce idly up and down to try and tempt her.

Flannery however wanted nothing more than to be stuffed into Kirika’s massive balls, she wanted to be Kirika’s nutslut, existing inside the two spheres to be called out whenever the supreme goddess wished for it. Yet, she too simply had to serve Kirika’s current needs for visual entertainment. Her fiery passion engulfed her eyes with lust, her gaze making Kirika more and more heated.

Mitsuru knew, that no matter how much wealth the Kirijo Group amassed, it was all worthless in front of the true power, which Kirika possessed. There was no material good, she could offer the goddess, which was worthy of her. The only thing, she had to barter with was her body, her very being and her soul. Yet, even as she was prepared to give everything, which defined her being away, she couldn’t feel any more complete than when she was looking with lust and hunger at Kirika.

Alkaid was overjoyed at her body, just a couple of years had been all it took to become a true bombshell and she could find no better use for her body than to please Kirika. Every bounce of her flesh, every shockwave of air causing the further collapse of civilizations, none of that mattered to her. All that mattered was Kirika, and what Kirika wanted.

With a great and mighty moan, Kirika announced just how aroused she was, and the world began to rumble. The population covered, scurried away into whatever shelter they could find, knowing that it wouldn’t matter anymore. It was just a matter of time before Kirika came and when she did... Nothing could save them from the deluge of the all-powerful one.

Ross smacked her lips with her tongue, and as she could FEEL Kirika’s massive sperm tanks shudder, she was getting close now...

So very close...

Kirika threw her head backwards moaning, as her cock began to pulsate, flaring and then she began to come. The sheer volume of the gunk being expelled was enough to flood the area, and that was just the very first shot. A second one came, then a third, the sluts around Kirika were being worked into a frenzy as they drank deep from the well forming at their very feet. The fourth shot, the fifth. The scent in the air changed. The sixth, the seventh. The clouds changed colour having absorbed the much thicker than normal moisture growing dense with Kirika’s cum. The eighth, the ninth. The oceans themselves began to change, gone was the clear and clean water, and the only thing that remained was Kirika’s dense, disgusting cum, which was now so merged with any water source in the world, that it effectively became the only source of sustainability for anyone on the planet. The tenth, the eleventh. The scurrying rats wondered when this apocalypse would stop. The twelfth, the thirteenth. They begged for her to be done. The fourteenth, the fifteenth. They lamented, they despaired. The sixteenth, the seventeenth. They drank the foul substance to the sounds of Kirika still gurgling nuts, knowing they had no other option. The eighteenth, the nineteenth. They sang they laughed, they begged for Kirika to never stop. The hundredth, the thousandth. The world wondered just when their goddess would stop cumming.... The millionth, the trillionth. The world was cum, Kirika and her sluts. Nothing else remained, as Kirika kept cumming. Whenever she was seemingly close to stopping, her nuts gurgled and her body itself began to grow bigger. Then, her sluts would resume worshipping her making her cum all over again.

After several years Kirika finally stopped, now big enough that each of her nuts was covering several states and her sluts were having an orgy on her cock itself. Looking down, she simply did the unthinkable.

“That was a good warm-up. Now for the main event.”

And began to jerk herself off, the world had not recovered, yet the universe would feel Kirika’s lust directly. It would come to her, as she grew over and over again. Her orgasm was simply and truly endless, her sluts passing out on her body with the aeons only to wake up again and begin to worship once more.

In the end.

Only Kirika mattered.