In the system of Fi'xhun, on the outer arm of the Tenemis Galaxy, there was a dreadful legend passed throughout millennia, concerning a great and terrible beast.  An entity that was said to consume entire planets, who lived inside the sun and awakened to feast every two billion years.  The monster had many names, through myths and folklore depending on which planet the story was told.
400 million years after its first awakening, it wiped the planets clean in ways that their descendants never knew.  Life had grown again over the ashes of its ruin, and for those many years the creatures of the galaxy would all interpret the odd murals of the giant beast their own way.
High up on an observatory, on a mountain in a chain of islands, a crawfish was working through the night and poring over sheets of paper, reproductions from old ruins.  To the Aklahvans, starsearchers and historians were the same breed since most of their history relied upon the sea, and as such naval charts were drawn through memory of constellations.
Tahsik never left his seat, rolling between the table and the huge telescope to confer between alignments.  It was a tedious task, but one he enjoyed for the long quiet he had, without others disturbing him in the steel dome surrounded by screens.
	"Mmmmm...Shtria is in the south, that means latitude fifty-seven...huh...there used to be an island there, where'd it go?  Wait a minute."
Certain papers felt odd between his pincer-hands, his dagger-shaped nose sensing the damp on them.
	"This...this wasn't from a ship, this...this is way older, smells musty like...like the seabed but more dry.  The constellation of...huh?"
The parchment showed a star he had never looked at properly.  But one he could track with his telescope by scanning between two constellations.  It was on this night that Tahsik would be the first to witness a terrible thing.  Something looming from the dark, a black spot with gold tints slowly coming to view.
	"What the...what IS that?  Is that a meteor?  No...no it's way too big and...way too fast."
His concern started growing the longer he looked.  It was not an asteroid, for it undulated too much.  It had wings.  It had a body.  It had a face with a long grin that stretched between stars.
	"O-oh...ohhh goddess, f-FUCK!"
The scientist clutched his face in trembling fear, watching the entity come closer.  He checked the front of the telescope to see if it was legit, that someone wasn't pranking him, but it was certainly there.  Left behind in its wake was a dying sun, hollow like an egg, fractures of hydrogen spilling out across the universe.
Frantically poring over his texts, Tahsik tried to unravel the more unusual documents.  He called his superiors, who of course did not believe him, but he kept chronicling its movements with increasing fear as it came closer.  It reached a planet in the next system over, and what the scientist witnessed, made him shudder all the more.
Thirty-seven planets away, Chachank was the home of the Chachank, a race of horned mammals who were just entering the industrial revolution.  Their ships were still made of wood, guns were a novelty as blades ruled the day whilst parliaments fought through duels of honour.  All of this would mean nothing as the creature arrived to claim their planet.
Without radio or television, the only reason every Chachank on the planet knew the end had come, was by the fact the entity was so enormous, so earth-shatteringly huge that the entire population could all see it at once.  Whether it was a grand wing that turned noon into night, or an entire foot crunching down on a continent to erase seven countries, no one was oblivious to their extinction.
The monster's purpose was even more terrifying, when it perched upon the planet and slapped down its huge length, a long indigo shaft that was miles high and thousands of kilometres long, parting the sea and splitting the clouds at the same time.  When it grinded through the seabed, tidal waves frothed over the land and drowned millions in the course of minutes.
Those high on the mountains able to escape the tsunamis, would watch in abject horror when the dragon's deep plunging shaft buried into the sea, causing shockwaves around the world and violent typhoons that drowned nations completely.  Entire populations were made extinct, centuries of culture erased with one single thrust down further into the depths of Chachank.
Around the world they heard the creature roar with elation, punching through the tectonic plate with a crunch that everyone mistook for an earthquake.  Then it pulled back, sucking out the water far enough that the sea level depleted, before plunging again with a gushing tsunami.  Then it would punch into the core, and so lava came flooding through the waters in a wrothful fury.  Every dormant volcano would erupt from the pressure, lava spewing from all corners of Chachank as even more cities were wiped clean off the planet.
All this devastation would happen in just 30 minutes, during which there was no time for the mammals to even attempt an attack.  Tahsik watched the murderous rape of an undeveloped planet, ravaged to its very core and while Chachank did not break apart despite the numerous deep scars ravaging its surface, it was slowly dying.  The dragon savoured the heat of its core, gasping in relish with each passing second.
Finally it would cum, trapping the planet in a frozen orbit as the world corroded to a caustic lump.  Forests were drowned and oceans boiled from the violent crescendo, of its scorching white seed that smothered the world now resembling a barren rock, bubbling over with galactic seed.  Tahsik hoped that this was the end of the dragon's urges, this godlike being who had so casually roamed the stars.
Then it flew off, its wings wrapped round itself, a magician's cloak to disguise it between the stars.  The scientist slumped on his seat, an overwhelming existential horror creeping through his stomach and spiralling up through his throat.
	"H-hoh goddess...wh-what...what did I just see?"
The worst sleep of his life was filled with nightmarish wings, forming a star-lit cavern that made his chitin clench at the back of his neck.  Each star turned into a silver eye, dozens upon dozens as the shrieking howl of the beast cracked the world open.

So he would wake, Tahsik feeling the veil of fear slip over him.  He looked over his notes from last night, and found that his nightmare already existed.  The telescope confirmed that Chachank was gone, its molten genocide continuing as he tried to call his superiors again.  His voice was more stilted, disembodied, still processing the world-devourer, and it only worried his bosses more.
Someone would come, another crustacean to check on him.  They looked over his notes, found them disturbing but he pointed at the barren husk of a planet and they were more mystified.  Regardless, his superiors stayed with him the entire day, encouraging him politely to go home, but Tahsik remained almost fearing the outside was gone.
	"You sure you weren't sleep-walking?" asked one crab.
	"I told you before, I KNOW what I saw!" Tahsik snapped.  "It...i-it just...fucked Chachank, like the entire planet you can SEE the fuckhole!"
	"Stop it.  You're a starsearcher, not a harbour-hook, use your head.  Does this really look possible to you?"
	"No, but...but-"
	"I don't know what happened to Chachank, and if you witnessed it, then it's understandable you're traumatised witnessing a geocidal event.  It's two in the morning, nothing's happening, go home."
He almost doubted himself, thinking perhaps he had worked too hard and his imagination had clashed at the same time of a catastrophic extinction.  Then his superior looked through the telescope again, and his face suddenly dropped with pincers tightening.
	"...oh goddess."
	"Wh-what, what is it sir?"
	"It...you can't be serious.  It...Koh-Kohrass."
Tahsik's face turned pale as a sheet, getting a look at the scope again.  It was back, the monster with wings and the researcher fell back against the table.  His screams filled the room, cowering on the floor as his boss looked again with a growing infectious fear.
The creature roamed across the far-away galaxy, flapping past the rotting husk of Chachank that oozed a white porous fall that turned to a sea in space.  It smiled slapping one of its wings against the former Chachank, shattering what was left of the dying civilisation.  It even pushed the planet corpse into the sun, a rumbling song of laughter drifting through the universe, the white river of galactic cum trailing from its heart as it burned up to erase the last few hundred-thousand Chachank.
It landed upon another neighbouring planet, also undeveloped and largely inhabited by a frog-like species.  Khruh was their name, as they saw the grand looming edifice of their destruction come down upon their ancient city.  It was almost targeted, for the fact their city of lacquer-roofed pagodas was so vast and impressive it could be seen from space.  It also made a perfect bullseye for the monster, who smiled with long wicked fangs and stabbed its massive cock through the depths of the planet.
All across the world, the frogs of Khruh screamed and hollered at the death of their emperor, along with countless millions of their largest empire.  But their warlike nature made them quicker to recover, as all neighbouring regions would amass upon the vicious spear from the heavens, a grand tower of dark fuchsia with rippling bumps all the way down that simply cracked the earth like a fist through a paper door.
Soldiers mounted on giant lizards pulling wagons stuffed with firework cannons, readying themselves to die with honour.  And die they did, by the thousands they thrust themselves at the closest available part of the creature.  Its claws spanned five cities each, its foot separating the continent into five drifting landmasses.  As the armies amassed on the nation's capital, they drived full-on into the entity's plunging cock, that ripped the earth ever further apart.
None of this could be seen through the telescope, Tahsik's boss looking all the more terrified at just the mere sight of an eldritch being turning an entire planet into its disposable fucksleeve.  On the surface of Khruh, every single soldier and citizen came charging at the beastly drill, stabbing with swords, spears and with the claws of their mounts raking against the bulbous fleshy veins.  It only very slightly damaged it, but enough to give them confidence to keep fighting.
Daggers, katanas and halberds plunged through the purple mass, while beasts of burden slashed and chomped and bit through chunks of the dreaded penis.  They were smaller than ant bites to the colossal fiend, who groaned in savouring the devastation that it caused, pumping its hips against the world and punching it out of orbit.
To the frog warriors there was a cliff of scars forming on their enemy, black cascades of blood pouring on their heads and drenching the battlefield as they kept piling on the beastly pillar.  Wounds were torn open wider, but they only scratched a bare few inches of its miles-thick planet-destroyer.  Then it would cum again, and another planet was doomed to extinction.
	"This is...h-horrible," gasped the crab looking on, "it's just...it's just violating it."
	"I told you," Tahsik shivered, "I TOLD you, you didn't believe me I FUCKING TOLD YOU!"
	"Wha-...what do we do?!  What CAN we do?!"
	"I have my records, we need to call the senate, c-call the council together, OTHERS MUST BE SEEING THIS!"
	"Alright, alright."  His boss clutched his face.  "Gather your data.  Make a report.  Treat this like Plan Eksa, you trained for this Tahsik."
	"Yes...yes sir."
As they both kept watch on the one they called Koh-Kohrass, they tracked its movements and timeframe of one day per planetary extinction.  Khruh was obliterated like Chachank, a flooding geyser of rich white seed spilling from the hollowed crater.  The warrior race would die together, a mass extinction of glorious fire when they loaded all of their firework cannons into one single obliteration.
The result was they scarred black lines across the killer shaft, but even those markings were covered up by the overwhelming storm of jizz that burst from the land, and smothered the planet in a horrific swell of fertile magma.  Twelve-thousand years of civilisation was erased in 35 minutes, as the dragon pulled free with a glorious spurt of hot cum that drenched the other side of the dying planet.  Then it disappeared again, wings wrapped round itself, fading into the dark.

Over the course of next week, Tahsik reached out to the other parts of the Fi'xhun System.  A conference was set up amongst the researchers, as other observatories shared their findings of the same conclusion.  The serpents of Neheel called it Wyros; the crabs of Aklavhan named it Koh-Kohrass; and the avians of Miminah referred to it as "Devourer of the Horizon".
But there was a far more ancient race whom once lived across every planet of Fi'xhun.  The Syndaaluur, whose warnings of the beast laid buried beneath many planets, of which their records Tahsik had been studying to find the horrible consequences of this world-raping fiend, this galactic monster.  But the monster came closer with each new day, as planets were fucked and tossed aside, disposable condoms formed of earth and magma.
The archvile's movements were easy to measure, always coming at a certain time, to violate a planet, spending two minutes longer than the previous orgasm, and then disappear back into the abyss.  With each planet it destroyed, a countdown was engaged and all the military forces were warned.  Debates rang back and forth in secret chambers, on whether to warn the public or risk a biblical panic.
In that time, twelve more planets would be obliterated.  There was Torhageen who once housed a fish-like race, lived entirely in the sea until the Great End had slammed through the ocean, fucked every stone hut in the Taerys Valley, and evicted them violently with one scoop, where they would die gasping upon the landmasses.
Then came Vio'o', where spiders roamed enormous trees in a forest that spanned the entire world.  They would see the horizon for the first time in a violent worldwide deforestation, their nests ripped apart leaving stands of white silk trailing down the monster's shaft.  The pillar cleansed the earth, tore through the land and raked million-year-old trees to a barren waste.
Every planet fought back through the one part of anatomy it could reach.  The infernal penis that slaughtered and raped the earths, would build up a number of seething scars, a patchwork quilt of resistance.  The Torhageen had slashed it with their razor fins; the Vio'o had stabbed with their poisonous stings; the leonine race of Kharhiya had magnetised spears that plunged surprisingly deep into the beastly obelisk.
But none of them succeeded.  Nor did the badgers of Dastron who pounded its  base with hammers, or the owls of Revaw-Quul who fired machine guns from every corner.  Each new day, the monster suffered more wounds but still kept on breeding.  And with each new day it was enjoying itself further, scanning the planet for the larges population centres, then intentionally avoiding them so the greatest number would suffer the longest half-hour of their lives.
By the time it would finally reach the Fi'xhun System, a council had formed on a neutral space station.  This system was fortunate enough that all of its five races had uplifted to the theatre of space.  Standing at the window, staring across the celestial spheres, a serpent in long white silk headed the table.  At the table behind her was an avian in blue uniform, a crustacean in verdant robes, a dog in rugged faux-fur, and a moth in a gold sari.
	"This makes me question Sah," said the snake, "I was never a believer...but this...to think that Wyros is a living thing."
	"We need to act NOW," the bird slammed the desk, "the longer we wait the worse this will be!"
	"It's already the worse," the moth shuddered, "millions of us could be gone, and more millions displaced!"
	"And once it's done feasting?!" cried the wolf.  "What if it moves to our home next?!"
	"We know," the serpent rubbed her face, "has Themon system managed to harm it?"
	"No," the crustacean looked up, "it doesn't care, our scouts confirm that its wings are like shiburium, its eyes are steel and don't even blink from missiles!"
	"There is nothing we can damage?!" snapped the bird.  "Everything can die, I don't care how enormous the Horizon Devourer is!"
	"We can only hope it's sated from the next planet," the canid rubbed his paws, "I don't want to offer a neighbour for a sacrifice, especially when it has had no intent after twenty-three planets."
A knock at the door came as the dignitaries turned.  Stepping into the faux-panelled room, a crawfish stood wrapped in a grey robe carrying papers and a digital pad.
	"Um, h-hi," he bowed, "my name's Tahsik, and...I'm the head of the Anti-Wyrm Division."
	"Anti-Wyrm?" scoffed the avian.  "The name of Pini is a damn wyrm?!"
	"That thing," Tahsik brought out a diagram, "it's called the Wyrmfather, by the Syndaaluur when they still lived.  I was in an expedition that found an old city, and we uncovered old texts from what they called Wyrmfather."
	"We are glad to have you," the moth bowed, "please, tell me you have something."
	"The Syndaaluur spoke of a shadow from the sun, whose virile spear rapes the heart of the earth, with a white typhoon."
	"H-hoh, Akhvan save us," the crab chief rubbed his pincers, "this can't be happening!"
	"But they also said...that its virile spear was the only part that bled."
	"We...attack its penis?" sneered the serpent.  "Are you certain?"
	"I have been watching it since it came, and I've noticed with each passing day there are more wounds building up on its genitals.  The other races of Themon have managed to harm it, through their combined efforts as the only part  that bleeds.  And if something bleeds, we can kill it."
	"Better late than never," the bird chief stood up, "Madame Yevahl, we must combine our forces to attack its anatomy, whichever planet it chooses next, we need to assault it relentless."
	"But what if it doesn't work?!" cried the crab.  "What if it can't be, it's ENORMOUS, it's a GOD for Akhvan's sake!"
	"THEN I SHALL DIE A SOLDIER, NOT A POND-SUCKING COWARD!"
	"ENOUGH!"  Yevahl slammed her hands on the table.  "We are allies, and all of us suffer the same future if we do not work together.  We have no other options, if we are to throw ourselves against this...Wyrmfather as our last act of defiance, then so be it.  It cares not who it harms and nothing we do will draw its malice."
	"But, can we not reason with it?" asked the crab dignitary.  "Surely, it's intelligent, we can simply talk to it-"
	"Talking is a flimsy blade," said the wolf pulling himself up, "It cared not for the other planets, why would it spare us?"
	"P-perhaps it's just ignorant, like a child in the reef stomping around, should we not try?!"
	"Sire, please," Tahsik bowed to him, "this thing is coming for us either way, we have one chance no matter how long it takes.  I have seen it relish destruction, I watched it target and violate specific points of every world for maximum fear and devastation.  This thing cannot be reasoned."
	"SIR!"
The digipad suddenly beeped on the table showing a lobster trembling in fear.
	"The Wyrmfather, i-i-it's been sighted!"
	"Which way is it going?!" asked Tahsik.
	"It...i-it...us.  Aklavahn."
Everyone fell silent, turning towards the crustacean in his green robes who clutched with approaching fear.  They walked up to the windows, and stared towards the universe where they saw a black figment twinkle close to the crab homeworld.
From his digipad, Tahsik revealed the monster to them through a radio telescope link.  Every creature in the room clutched their chests, started to weep and even said prayers in their ancestral tongue.  This was their hell, their apocalypse as told from many stories in their youth.  All of them shared that same dread, that same children's nightmare across millions of years that bound them in one psychic link.
A dragon with black wings of night and a long terrible neck.  Golden horns and silver eyes glimmered above the worlds, flaxen bands rippling down its entire body like a living tapestry.  Its claws shone like glass mountains, its tail a long dark serpent that snapped like a cosmic whip.  Every twist of its long muscle would split apart stars in its wake, deafening explosions to leave trails of dust under its monstrously huge feet.
Wherever this dragon roamed, there was a black emptiness where stars had once been.  Entire constellations were scattered like leaves, with each passing second destroying everything Tahsik had known for his life.  His work as a starsearcher was being made undone, the wings so vast that with every beat they parted the clouds on nearby planets, sending violent gales to shriek across the surface.  The body of a true god.
Gigantic black limbs that formed fields of obsidian, stretching miles upon miles and flexing into mountains, golden bands like peeled rinds of the sun wrapping round its magnificent form.  A grand heaving torso of silver shale rippled with each breath, spanning across an entire hemisphere with a taut elastic belly of peak Adonian might.  Every muscle twitched by itself, a composite of living death, every inch, every scale rigid with purpose towards an insatiable, sadistic hunger.
With every flap of its wings, its pectorals widened further, the muscles spanning an infinite horizon that could embrace the sun itself.  All of its teeth caught glimpses of the stars it passed, a living constellation with eternal grin of supremacy.  Each tooth was twice the size of a polar ice cap, and much whiter in its sheen.  Its eyes could capture a black hole in all its sclera, and the few stars that were shredded across its eyelids, would barely aggravate it.
And between its legs of gargantuan might, was the long pulsing indigo length that had bred through twenty-seven extinctions.  By this point, the cock looked tattered like a soldier's boots, the flesh peeling off in ribbons and blood spittling in streams behind it, currents of black death in its wake with dripping pre that mixed from its gorged murderous glans.  Every flex, every creak, every pulse of its muscular veins brought with it a rich dark drip, the folds between its spongy layers creaking like an old crumbling house.
On their own the wounds were insignificant, scratches and bites that ran barely skin-deep, and only noticeable through their high-tech viewer enhancements.  But piled up by the millions, they formed a map of success, of hope and victory.  Not that the Wyrmfather ever noticed, its gait unflinching and its smile ever widening the closer it came to Aklahvan.
	"...fine," the dignitary sighed, "I will...I shall summon my generals.  We have no other choice but to combine our deadliest weapons."
	"Then it is done," the dog stood up in turn, "let's end this wyrm bastard, and show them that Fi'xhun will not fall."
	"I still do not know how we can beat it," the moth shook her head, "it doesn't look anguished, it's riddled with ruin but still it persists!"
	"If it bleeds, we can kill it," the avian clenched his wings, "Tahsik, was it?  Share your reports with us as well, we shall be first to render that bastard cockless."

The crab homeworld braced itself for the approaching fiend, as starships and weapons lined up awaiting the point of impact.  Tahsik had measured the best likely points, and one of those three would be driven deep by the dragon's shaft.  All were in despair at the dragon's conquest, when it slammed down into the rift between two continents, a thin ocean that would part like a virgin cunt.  Aklahvan would rock to its very foundations, as all of its armies amassed as quick as they could.
The Wyrmfather's confidence would be its undoing, as it stared upon a mighty fleet of all the forces of Tenemis.  Never did it try to disable weapons, and always it took its time enjoying the rape and destitution of such feeble little things.  Every world it had been to, their weapons tickled him at best, building up damage over time to be nothing more than infinitesimal stings that his pleasure easily disguised.
The crustaceans had battleships by the thousands and rolling artilleries assisting, packed with the latest plasma cannons that would fill the air with blinding green.  Burning atoms ripped through the flesh, charring the cock even darker with peeling layers of black.  The avians came packed with hyperion arrows from space, javelins that came shrieking down to explode in the dragon-lord's shaft, and bloat segments of its meat in violent bursts that drenched the earth in meaty sputum.
The serpents came prepared with fang-shaped harpoons, their fighter planes circling the earth-killing shaft before firing deep to carve through the skin.  Rippling folds sliced off its shaft, like giant chunks of ham that fell to the sea in great splashes.  With their speed and derring-do, they lunged for the glans when the great obelisk pulled back, and shanked deep into the urethral tube.  Their logistics were the stuff of legends, able to curve their shot like a boomerang and thunk straight down the cockhole.
The harpoons had a nasty surprise upon impact, the steel lengths suddenly vibrating with tiny blades all along their sides to rip apart the urethral tube in a score of dozens.  Rebounding off each other with magnetic spin, the fangs dug into walls and pulled the cavernous tube against itself with all their might, binding to their brethren in savage lashing whirls that ripped and gouged and eviscerated the inner shaft.
More of its blood would spill in black oil across the water, as the moth race would arrive with lacerating nets that shot out across the beastly colossus.  The nets were coated in powerful acids that latched on the Wyrmfather's cock, then sizzled with violent frenzy as it blackened the cockflesh in hot molten strips.  Lastly came the canines, who as a berserker force came shooting out in jetpacks with cyberswords at the ready.
The wolves hacked and slashed with roaring frenzy, carving chunks of the flesh and stabbing deep to try and cleave through.  The canines tried their best to rip into the depths, gouging small tunnels of flesh that they tried to delve through and eviscerate the innards, like parasites in the god shaft.  Five armies united all at once in a desperate assault, as Aklahvan citizens were hurried out onto shuttles as fast as they could.
Thundering plasma ripped through the dragon's veins to boil the blood within; burning nets shredded the outer skin that caused black sulphurous flakes to scatter in the wind; the fang-harpoons tore in spirals that unravelled the flesh both inside and out hanging down like tinsel from the gigantic purple root; and lastly missiles would burrow through several feet of the miles-wide penis.
On a council ship above the world, Tahsik watched in trepidation at the utter barrage upon the Wyrmfather.  The monster continued to fuck, so sure in its success to breed the planet, that it ignored every assault with hard slamming thuds into the mantle, cracking the gooey centre of Aklahvan as the ocean would swell.
	"How long do we have?" asked the serpent Yevahl.
	"Another twenty-seven minutes," said Tahsik, "judging by the rate of reflex period it's had, after every planetary destruction."
	"And if this doesn't work?"
	"Then we attack it again at the next planet.  It can't heal its wounds so eventually it has to die, or else we just take it and die!"
	"I know, I agree this is our only choice.  I just hope we can stop it on your home."
	"I hope so too."
The battle raged on as every force in the system came screaming down upon the Wyrmfather's tremendous shaft.  A towering monolith that plunged ever deeper down to the core of the planet, as more flesh came apart in strands of black and purple.  Swords cut ever deeper like mining shafts and coring veins, while acid nets ripped the integrity ever further.
But still the dragon fucked, raping the world with pounding hips that caused violent shudders throughout every continent.  The ocean ignited with plasma beams that ripped straight for the penis, as more dark ripples peeled off its length.  With every passing minute, the beastly spear became more and more sickly, the epidermis pulling back and collapsing under its weakened weight.
Each time it pulled back in its thrusts, the glans more resembled a swollen zit ready to pop, overflowing with bloody chunks that had been gushing out its tube.  The harpoons kept on mining, carving the walls of the tunnel as precum spurted past to offload the meaty harvest.  Piece by piece, the cocktube would open wider like a quarry, harvested skin pouring out from the quivering glans that became more and more pronounced in the strangling weave of tiny veins covering its glossy head.
The giant's internal tube bulged with efforts as precum would be backed up, a twinge of confusion coming through the dragon as it kept trying to fuck its way through into the depths of Aklahvan.  The glans was peeled all the more in a deeper circumcision, like the rest of the shaft exterior that unravelled even harder with thick bloodied curls spreading over entire cities.
The veins were starting to expose, a growing pain building up in the monster's loins that its lust managed to hide.  Nothing seemed to be working, the creature relentless in its world-raping fury as the attacks intensified.  Tahsik counted down the minutes until the inevitable climax.  Eight minutes.  Seven minutes.  Six.  Five.  Four.  Three.
Then it shuddered.  Something halted its thrust with a groaning heave as the Wyrmfather pulled back with a shriek of unearthly proportions.  The armies kept on firing, too frightened to stop, but a growing sense of excitement came when they saw its penis start to bend with unnatural weight.  Like a crumbling skyscraper bearing the weight of the world, its veins would snap with increasing instability.
	"Wh-what?!" gasped the snake.  "Is it working?!"
	"I-it has to!" the scientist cried.  "OH GODDESS PLEASE, PLEASE WORK, DIE YOU MONSTER!"
Roaring with a shock, the dragon ripped its shaft fully free from the molten core, the pain too much to keep erect as each throbbing burn made another part of the cock fall free.  Bulges exploded from every javelin strike, bending the shaft and twisting it in violent spasms.  The acid nets ripped more of its foundations, peeling them back like velcro, whilst the swords and harpoons had cut through enough of the foul obelisk, that it was slowly splitting in half.
It was desperate to cum, the vile entity screeching with a harsh wheezing breath as it tried to pump against the clouds.  The weight of the looming shaft swung over mountains, parting the clouds and smashing aerial dreadnoughts with enormous sweep.  The tail of the beast wrapping round the southern equator, was pulling the tidal lock in its thrashing agony as claws sunk deeper into continents.
They almost feared that it would pull the planet apart in its hopeful death throes.  But the sensation of agony was so new, so strange and terrible, that the Wyrmfather became paralysed with the inevitability of death.  A waking horror filled its mind too sharply to comprehend, as it groaned with a desperate spurt of ejaculate shooting out across the space.
Black jizz flew across the stars, tainted with its blood before the cock would bend in a drooping wilt.  The halfway point of its immense shaft would crack like an aging tree, snapping downwards to dangle with an agonising roar they heard throughout the system.  All of the armies would watch its fatal penectomy, a spurt of dark rich ooze from its many wounds, but the crack in the middle from its deterioration showing all of its rich meaty polyps and spongy matter.
All the scars and lacerations could be seen within, a wretched defenestration of hollowed cuts and deep charring burns when the cock struggled to lift its falling front end with the few veins still attached.  One by one they would snap with deafening cracks, like thunder on the horizon, the swollen glans of the great beast drooping lower and lower, almost kissing an entire country in the Tarkvuus mountains which soon became flooded in pre.
	"It's working, IT'S WORKING!" Tahsik screamed.
	"Ohhh Sah, praise you," Yevahl sighed clasping her hands, "my dear Tahsik you...you may just be the saviour of Tenemis."
This did not sink in for the crustacean yet, absorbed as he was in watching the digipad viewer transmitting the final gasps of the wyrm fiend.  The muscular sponge fell apart like pulling a cake, succulent chunks of flesh crumbling over the sea and landing across the shores.  More of the fleshy nuggets from its urethral tube, started to overflow and clog up the glans in a bulging cancerous mass, forcing a horrible pressure against its shrooming head.
Thickening harder like a calcifying wound, the cockhead bulged with a damp papery texture as the dragon groaned with a trembling disdain.  Parting at the hole, the glans started to lose its integrity in fat dripping globs, the muscle rotting away and blackening before it hit ground.  Then came the loudest wettest sound heard around the world, when the monstrous cock would fully break in half.
The front half would land in the mountains, a final ejaculation that brought forth a bloody spew all across the entire region.  Flattening the whole range from the sheer weight of its bulbous glans, the severed penis rolled through the lands leaving a wide long trail of thick flattened earth, crushing towns and forests and cities before it would finally stop.
Despite its decapitation, the Wyrmfather's glans still spurted its last shots in a twitching muscular spasm.  The blood ran out of it fast to form a new red sea, its head turning white like bone with thousands of veins drying up to become empty rivers.  Those who were fortunate enough to survive the rolling cockpocalypse, would get a rare sight of the ravaged tube from the bottom side, spiralled scars like a gun barrel that poured ubiquitous black and slathering white in fat lake-wide ripples.
Throughout all this, the severed base of the god-penis kept pumping its bloody spew across the oceans.  The threat of drowning was a problem, as all evacuated its vicinity when it was clear that the Wyrmfather was dying.  It staggered backwards, reeling off the planet as its claws left the earth, and its wings in a "feeble" flap pushed the world back into orbit.
Following the fate of its other half, the stump of its shaft was deteriorating fast in a muscular atrophy, as veins unravelled to dangle by the thousands, a curtain of flesh that scoured the sea.  The urethral tube filled with the wyrm's own blood, stoppering its bladder like a fine bottle of wine causing it to shudder with a horrible sickness, a trembling wheeze at its fluids mixing together.
The blood loss was too much, even for an eldritch god as its bladder swelled more and more, overflowing to an agonising point like a birthing sensation as the black ichor sprayed out of its severed meat, gushing with hot sprays throughout the universe as it heaved another fateful cry of anguished confusion.  How could these little things hurt him, how could they have damaged him?  It was impossible, and yet this pain it felt was so very new and alien.
The whorls in its sliced-open meat gushed with fluids, the top-open circles of veins and tubes all pumping away in a deathful bliss.  One that was robbed from the exquisite pain of being poisoned by its blood, the severed cockbase mixing all the humours in its body at one point to form a vile acidic seal.  One that would eat at its own flesh, devouring what was left of the root in sizzling pops, a frothy head of that turned its own blood to a liquid fire.
The Wyrmfather would die without a shred of its masculinity, scoured to the hilt in a violent phosphorous cloud that ate all of its half-pillared shaft, the flesh all eroded in a sharp citrus-y peel that would reveal each muscle of layer, black to red to chartreuse in all of its visceral.  Soon there was nothing left but the tube of its urethra, a sad dangling singular stalk, of its flaccid end.
The creatures of Tenemis all cheered as one, their claws, wings and fingers reaching up high in a mighty roar amongst the reach of devastation.  But they were still alive, and despite its broken status with deep gouges and a blackened sea, Aklahvan remained.
	"Tahsik?"  The serpent ambassador turned to him.  "You have our deepest thanks.  Without you the Wyros would have ruined us all."
	"Th-thank...thank you," he bowed clutching his papers, "I-i'm...the shock's still not settling in, I mean it...it...it raped my home.  My entire home."
	"We have the technology to heal it," she patted him, "geothermicists are on their way now to close up the mantle and terraform your planet back to its original state.  I would like to ask you head up the investigation into whatever detritus was left behind by the monster."
	"Yes, madame Yevahl."
He gave a salute and took his leave.  The moment he found a quiet room to be alone on the ship, he fell on his knees and broke down completely with joyful relief.  Then he made prayers for the twenty-seven worlds that died from the archvile's reach, the entirety of the past several weeks still feeling like a waking nightmare.
But then he saw out the window, that grand celestial corpse of the black-and-gold dragon.  Its severed penis kept spurting itself empty, a long trail of ink drifting past the sun.  The day a legend had died, castrated by mortals, would ring out forever in the system of Tenemis.