RUN—! RUN—! HE'S NOT HUMAN—!" A third raider turned on his heel, but his legs buckled before he could take a step, his knees hitting the dirt with a thud.
Ravina and Sabina stood frozen behind me.
"Dexter...?" Ravina's voice was a whisper, her fingers digging into my shoulder. "What is that thing—?!"
Sabina's breath came in short, sharp gasps. "What in the ancestor's name.... !" Her spear clattered to the ground, forgotten. "That's not of this world—!"
I didn't answer.
I fired.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.
The blast erupted from the Bazooka like the wrath of a god.
The first raider—the hulking brute—disintegrated.
One second, he was there—screaming, arms raised—
The next—
His torso exploded, similar to an excessively ripe fruit, his ribs breaking into small fragments, his organs turning into a pink vapor. His arms extended away from each other and pounded the ground with dull noises, his fingers still moving involuntarily. His legs rolled through the sky, rebounding from the tree that he had touched and then falling in a heap, his kneecaps broken into pieces like decayed wood. His head—
His head rolled to my feet, his mouth still open in a scream, his tongue lolling out like a dog's.
The blast wave hit the next group—
CRACK-SPLAT.
A raider's chest caved in, his sternum punched through his back like a bullet through paper. His heart exploded out of his spine, landing in the dirt with a sick thump. His arms flailed as he collapsed, his fingers clawing at his own guts as they spilled out in glistening loops.
SQUISH-POP.
Another man's skull burst like a melon dropped from a cliff. Brain matter sprayed the trees, chunky and gray, dripping down the bark. His jaw landed separately, teeth still clenched in a scream.
SNAP-CRUNCH.
A third raider's pelvis shattered, his hips folding backwards like a broken doll's. His legs flopped limply, his thighs split open, muscle and bone exposed like raw meat. His scream cut off when his lungs collapsed, blood frothing from his lips.
The survivors screamed.
"NO—! PLEASE—! WE DIDN'T KNOW—!"
"MERCY—! WE'LL LEAVE—!"
"GODS SAVE US—!"
I looked at the empty barrel of the Bazooka and just thought of reloading it, and instantly it got reloaded with another missile, appearing inside the barrel like magic, and I fired again without hesitation.
BOOM.
The next blast caught three raiders in a cluster.
The first man's body split vertically—from crotch to collarbone—his insides spilling out in a steaming pile. His spine snapped like a twig, his upper body flopping sideways while his legs stayed standing, pissing blood.
The second man lost his arms—torn off at the shoulders, stumps gushing blood. His face hit the dirt, his nose crushing like a bug, his teeth scattering like pebbles.
The third man—
The third man disappeared.
One second, he was there—
The next—
Nothing.
Just a red mist, a few teeth, and the echo of his scream.
The last raider stood alone, his body shaking, his pants dark with piss and shit. His hands were raised, his voice a broken whimper.
"I—I surrender—! I WON'T FIGHT—!"
I lowered the Bazooka.
"Too late."
BOOM.
His body vaporized—
No limbs. No blood. No scream.
Just a smoking crater, and the stench of burnt flesh.
Silence.
The only sound was the crackle of fire, the drip of blood, the ragged breaths of Ravina and Sabina behind me.
I turned—
And saw them staring.
Ravina's face was pale as bone, her lips parted, her eyes wide with horror—and something else. Something like awe.
Sabina's spear lay forgotten in the dirt. Her hands clutched her own arms, her knuckles white. Her voice was a whisper—
"...What are you?"
A grin split my face, teeth slick with blood. "Your new god."
I almost sent the bazooka back to storage—until I saw Ravina's tribe closing in, Agatha holding her belly, walking over slowly. Fine. Let's give them a spectacle.
The barrel howled as it caved in on itself, metal writhing like a dying thing—gold boiling into black iron, the weapon's scream raw and wet.
Sabina and Ravina stepped back in terror, their jaws almost touching the ground, and their eyes fixed on the disgusting thing that I held.
"Watch closely," I said under my breath as I rolled the Bazooka with my fingers as if it were the back of a lover.
Then—snap.
The bazooka was gone.
In its place, a ring. Simple. Elegant. A band of void-metal etched with runes that burned when you stared too long. I twirled it around my finger, the weight of it dragging at reality itself. Sabina's breath hitched. Ravina's knees buckled.
"W-What the hell was that?!" Ravina choked out, her voice raw.
I smirked. "God's Weapon," I flicked the ring toward the sky—it hung there, suspended, defying gravity.
With a thought, the ring ripped through space, vanishing into the system storage with a sound like a dying god's last breath. The absence of it left the air too quiet, the world suddenly smaller. Sabina's hands flew to her mouth. Ravina's eyes were wide enough to swallow her face.
"You—you just— made it disappear..." Sabina stammered.
I noticed the wounds on Sabina's thigh were pathetic—shallow cuts, the kind that would've made a man sigh. But me? Observing her pussy's thick lips.
As I came closer, she moved back with her heart pounding in her neck like a bird caught in a cage. "Don't be frightened", my words came out like a blade being taken from its sheath, "I am not going to hurt you". My silhouette enveloped hers, and she was frozen.
I grabbed her thigh, and when her breath hitched at the pressure, I only did it for a moment to let her know the control was with me.
"See these?" I traced a fresh gash, watching her shudder.
"Let me heal you." Her pussy was a heartbeat away, heat radiating through the air between us. I could've taken. I could've ruined. But gods don't stoop—they ascend.
Eternal Vitality burned through my veins as I pressed my palm to her skin. Golden light spiderwebbed from my touch, devouring the wounds, then the old scars—every mark of weakness erased. Sabina gasped as her flesh knit seamlessly, her legs trembling. "There," I purred. "Now you're completely healed."
Ravina face-plopped into the ground as if she were a fallen god, her forehead mashed into the earth. "You're not the devil - you are the God we prayed for!" Her voice faltered, but her tits sent mixed signals, too big for pure faith, releasing onto the dirt as if she was presenting them. I couldn't help but stare.
Sabina's fingers brushed her healed skin, eyes wide. "Th-Thank you, my God"
Ravina was the following one. I pulled her up; my grip was firm enough to bruise, but at the same time, it was gentle enough to tease.
After that, the silence was broken by Sabina's trembling voice. "Dexter..." Her finger was pointing at the injured females lying on the ground, their bodies broken in such a manner that made my mouth water.
A warrior was holding onto her arm, and blood was oozing from between her fingers. Another one was pressing a hand to her stomach; her breath was short. And then there were the beauties—the ones with the spear still stuck in their breasts, their skin shining with the combination of sweat and agony.
My tongue was racing out to wet my lips. Ohhh. This was the understatement of the century.
I let my gaze linger, my voice dripping with false exhaustion. "A god's power isn't free, Aunt." I spread my arms, letting the weight of my words crush them. "Even I need to... restore my energy."
Ravina dropped to her knees, her voice breaking. "I beg for your mercy, God! It's our fault—our greed—"
"Aunt Ravina." I cut her off, my boot pressing down on her shoulder, pinning her in place. "Just call me, Dexter, like before." My thumb traced her collarbone, her skin burning under my touch. "Like Aunt Sabina does."
Blood drenched the ground, to be honest, and tears only added to the misery—people falling one after another, as if a machine gunner was firing at a wheat field.
Their hands and knees were breaking the earth, not caring whether or were in pain. There were also some faces pressed so tightly against the dirt that they could barely breathe.
The ones who had been beaten? They were gasping for breath between clenched teeth, trembling all over, stuck somewhere between being in terrible pain and experiencing this crazy, passionate dedication that almost resembled happiness. Strange combination, isn't it?
"Please accept us, God..." A woman with a spear still embedded in her thigh sobbed, her fingers clawing at the dirt. "We beg you... let us follow you..."
Another pressed her forehead to the ground so hard it left a mark. "We are yours..."
All except Agatha—her swollen belly made kneeling impossible. She stood there, panting, her hands cradling her stomach like it held the last hope in the world.
I stepped toward her, my palm pressing to her shoulder, holding her up. "You don't kneel, Agatha." My voice was soft. Almost tender. "Not like this."
Her breath hitched. "D-Dexter..."
I nodded, my gaze sweeping over the sea of bent spines and heaving tits. Fuck. The sight of them—all these women, mine—sent a jolt straight to my cock.
"I'll accept you as my people." My fingers twitched, itching to take. "You'll follow me. Obey me. And in return..." I let the pause hang, let them ache for it. "You'll never starve. Never bleed. Never fear again."
A chorus of voices exploded—"BY THE GRACE OF GOD!"
I let the worship wash over me, savoring it like fine wine. Then Ravina's voice cut through, trembling but eager. "Dexter... we—we want you to name our tribe."
I turned, slow, deliberate. "Tribe?" A laugh rumbled in my chest, dark and knowing. "No." My boot crushed a patch of dirt beneath it. "From now on, this is a Kingdom." The word hung in the air, heavy as a crown. "The Overlord Kingdom." My grin was all teeth. "And I?" I spread my arms. "I am its King."
"HAIL TO THE OVERLORD KINGDOM!"
Ravina's voice was broken as she looked at me, her cheeks bright red, her fingers nervously playing with the pubic hairs on her pussy, scratching them. "How — how could we assist you in regaining your energy, my King? There is nothing that we wouldn't do for you!" Her gaze flicked to my groin, where my erection was visible through my skirt, already hard as if fed with heavenly desire.
I turned to her, showing my casual, yet seductive side with "Aunt Ravina..." I shook my head as if annoyed with myself and sighed as if weighed down by my power that I had to break my own rule. "In order to regain my strength, I should...". An intermission. Let the message be understood. "Have sex with a woman."
Sabina gasped for air, and her eyes bulged out. "Oh..that's why..." Sabina was lost in her thoughts, and then she suddenly asked, looking at me, expecting me to just nod at her words.
"That must be the reason why Sister Helen healed so quickly...". The look she gave my erection, her words becoming a mouthful of a secret, "And that is why your cock is still hard even with us dirty women... right?"
Sabina quivered as she placed her forehead against the ground; her voice cracked. "So you first put your cock inside Sister Helen's pussy to restore your energy and then healed her..."
"Mmm." I can't be bothered to either deny or confirm. My gaze slowly passed over them as I kept silent—resting on the injured, the needy, and the pretty. The atmosphere was saturated with the thick aroma of blood, sweat, and the musk of sexual desire that lingered on their skins, their bodies craving for my touch.
Sabina suddenly bowed, her whole body trembling, "I—I can not help but feel ashamed of the way I acted and what I said just now! At least give me the chance to apologize—"
I clicked my tongue, crouching down by her side to lift her chin with my hand. My touch was almost tender, almost, when my thumb wiped a tear from her cheek. "Oh, Auntie Sabina." My voice was like a low caress. "I am not angry..."
With brisk movement, I displayed my power across the assembly like a light. "Aunt Sabina, please get up." A moment. "It's not your fault."
Ravina's voice was hesitant, her fingers twisting. "Dexter... does the Kronos Tribe know about you being a God?"
I shook my head, slow and deliberate. "They don't."
A smirk curled Ravina's lips, her voice dropping to a murmur. "That's good..."
Then, her voice firmer, her eyes locked onto mine: "Dexter... if you need to restore your energy... You can use my pussy if you want."
Sabina's voice followed, breathless and eager. "You can use mine too..."
And then—
"Take me!"
"Please, my King—!"
"Anything—just breed me—!"
Ha. Haa. This was too much fun.
However, my sight was drawn to Agatha.
She was somewhat separated from the others, somewhat independently doing her own thing—at least not interacting with the rest.
Not that you could have gone unnoticed by her in any way; her stomach was so big, I mean, cartoonishly big, as if she was going to explode at any time.
Moreover, I was not able to resist seeing the shape of her pussy, which was inflamed and somewhat shining. There was no way not to react—my cock certainly felt it.