DOOM - DOOM Gal: Killing machine, breeding sow and titanic cocks addict - [JennyDK & Blitz69]

[JennyDK]

Roleplay between: @JennyDK and @Blitz69

Overall premise:
Starting with the humans' base on Mars, demons have sought out to conquer, corrupt and rule all of the universe. Portals showed up on the far away planet as a result of the human scientists messing with technology and knowledge that would be better of left alone. As the place was not really meant to be a base for military, their security was small and mainly meant to keep order among the people living there. So they were easy prey for the many demons that flooded in and began to wreck havoc. The base and planet soon was in their hands and the next target was the green planet: Earth itself.

However, a top secret project was been sealed away in a heavily fortified base on Earth, which is where someone simply nicknamed "DOOM gal", has been cryostatically frozen until needed. The mayhem and chaos unfolding here, however, shortcircuited things and made her wake up much earlier and she has one clear goal in mind: To eradicate the threat of the demons and retake both places for humanity!

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The metal-like sarcophagus opens up, defrosting the human warrior in a matter of seconds. She rises out from it immediately as soon as her body is able to move. The room she is in, is small and has nothing more than what she lay in, along with a terminal station nearby, that is on the fritz. Once out on her feet again, she looks towards the door, which is left half way open. She makes her way outside of it and comes into another small room, which has a few cabinets in it. In there, she finds a few basic weapons, like a pistol and machine gun, which she grabs and makes ready to use, if needed. The only way out, is another door, which she quickly goes through, not sure what to expect, but damned sure to do something....

[Blitz69]

As Doomgal went through another door, she was greeted by the sight of plated high-tech yet erotic and revealing green armor. If the formally frozen soldiers decide to don the very revealing plated power armor and exit out of the room, she would see a horrifying sight, a ruined facility that used to be the pinnacle of technology that studied the energy of hell that was pose to be Humanity salvation but now just a hollowed shell of it former glory with walls covered in blood and gore, sparking wiring falling from the roof and wear, tears and explosion everywhere, but what makes the sight truly horrifying is the beings roaming the facility, demon-possessed corpses staggering around in groups like a hoard of zombies and demons themselves, from the small and simple fire chucking imps to the talk brutes that are the Hellknights. 

Edited August 31, 2023 by Blitz69

[JennyDK]

DOOM Gal's body and mind quickly recover from the cryostasis state she was just in and is quickly able to orient herself and make her way forward. The giant techie double doors slide open and hallways full of gross and demonic beings seems to wander around, many of them seemingly mindless. The woman sees a gun cabinet close to where she is and all standing in the way is a single zombie-like demon. Her body is very much a highly deadly weapon on its own, so she rushes close and then circle kicks the thing, making its head spin around and break its neck, causing to die instantly. Then she opens the gun locker and picks out a few weapons. What follows next is one long run towards the nearest exit she can find. More and more lower tier demons litter the way there and causes her to have to slow down a bit as she disposes of them little by little. She makes no effort to be subtle or stealthy as she mows down the enemies in her way. Bodies fly around and fall over as she puts many bullets in their bodies, not intending to spare any ammunition on these foul creatures. Then she finally reaches a door out and thankfully it still works. Once she opens it, she is met with the sight of this huge military base in total disarray and destruction with demons of various size causing havoc. Among these are some that stand out in very obvious ways. DOOM gal does not know it, but the ones drawing her attention are the Titans. Demons so huge and massive that their cocks are easily the size of earthly mountains. She cannot help but stare hard and heavily as they make short work of lesser demons. Observing them makes her think and conclude that they might be on the side of humanity as they also save several groups of fleeing humans. She yells from where she stands."HEY! YOU THERE! COULD YOU USE A HAND?", she shouts. hoping to be heard.

[Blitz69]

The Titans let out low annoyed growls as they stomped and crushed any demons in their way crushing them like bugs and occasionally swatting any flying demons like gnats with their free hands, then the voice calling out to them, the Titans looked around with confusion as they held the terrified humans that were safe in their hands, then finally finding who the voice belong to, the Massive demon merely raised a brow before setting aside the humans that were within his hand somewhere safe letting them flee as the massive demon focus was mainly on the beauty before Speaking.

"No we don't, not with mere insects like these, they are mere insignificant gnats compared to me and my brethren might."

the demon then knelt and dug his hand into the ground before scooping up the ground The Doom gal was standing and lifted her to face level and spoke with an amused tone.

"Though you could answer our inquiry human, who are you, and what is your purpose for approaching us, normally you mortals run away at the mere sight of me and my kind even after helping them, what makes you different hmm?"

[JennyDK]

DOOM Gal watches them take care of the lesser demons as if they were swatting flies or squashing mere bugs. Of course, these are the smallest of minions, but the hordes of Hell has much more imposing threats, even to these demons. She shows no signs of fear or terror, even as the very ground she stands on, is ripped up and it is lifted up very high so the titans can now see eye to eye with her. On the way up there, she is basically given the "elevator view" of their huge and thick demonic cocks, which all are at least the size of the tallest of mountains on Earth. For now, her face is mostly hidden behind her visor, but her ample womanly assets are easy to spot for sure and wobble and jiggle greatly as things move around like that."I am the DOOM Slayer. I was made and trained and modified to kill great threats. You seem to kill your fellow demons. How come? What do you seek to do? As for not fleeing...I literally cannot feel fear", she answers back, For now, she keeps her double barreled shotgun hanging by her side in an non-aggressive manner.

[Blitz69]

The massive demon towered above Doomgal, his sheer size dwarfing everything around him. His skin was a dark, almost obsidian hue, marred with ancient scars and glowing cracks that pulsed with a faint, malevolent energy. His eyes, a fiery red, were locked onto her form, specifically her chest, his gaze lingering with unabashed hunger. He licked his lips slowly, his forked tongue snaking out to taste the air, savoring the sight before him. A low, rumbling chuckle emanated from deep within his chest, the sound reverberating through the cavern like an earthquake.

Doomgal, clad in her iconic armor, stood unflinching, her posture radiating defiance. Her muscular, yet feminine, frame was built for battle, and her presence exuded an aura of lethal efficiency. Yet, even in her intimidating stance, the demon’s eyes roved over her curves, fixating on her ample bust, which was accentuated by her tight-fitting armor. His ogling was shameless, his desire palpable as he drank in the sight of her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

The demon’s grin widened, revealing rows of jagged, yellowed teeth, each one as large as a dagger. His amusement was evident as he finally responded to her question, his deep voice dripping with a mixture of admiration and something darker, more primal.

“Well, to answer your question, Doom Slayer,” he began, his tone almost conversational, though laced with a sinister edge. “We killed those gnats because those pathetic excuses for demons wanted to control us. They thought they could bend us to their will, but they were sorely mistaken. Our stature,” he gestured broadly to his hulking form, “isn’t just for show. My brethren and I are far older, far wiser, than the rest of those upstarts.”

As he spoke, his gaze never left her, flicking up and down her body with undisguised interest. He leaned in slightly, his massive frame casting a shadow over her, the heat of his breath washing over her like a furnace. There was a certain intensity in his eyes now, not just the hunger for power or domination, but a more personal, more intimate desire.

“They crave endless conquest, war, and bloodshed,” he continued, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. “But me and my brethren? We’ve had our fill. We’ve seen countless battles, lost many of our kin to the forces of Doom. What you see before you,” he gestured again, this time to the other towering demons that stood silently in the background, “are the last of the Titans. Our numbers have dwindled to this.”

He paused, his expression shifting to something almost melancholic, though the lust in his eyes remained. “We’ve had our share of bloodshed, Doom Slayer. More than you could ever imagine. Now, all we want is peace and quiet. We seek to live out the rest of our days in solitude, to recuperate our numbers, to rebuild what we’ve lost.”

His words, though seemingly sincere, were underscored by the undeniable fact that he was still staring at her, his gaze heated, filled with a carnal desire that had nothing to do with the war or peace he spoke of. The demon’s interest in her was more than just a fleeting thought—it was a deep, burning attraction, one that made his towering presence all the more imposing.

Edited September 7, 2024 by Blitz69

[JennyDK]

As she stands on the round platform after exiting the facility, she is faced with several demons who are all massive in size and even big enough that their meaty spears all have the size, both in length and circumference, as the mountains on Earth and are all still soft. Despite the clear difference in species, customs and whatnot, the lust filled glares she feel from the group of demons is hard to not notice and transcends the boundaries easily. She is still a very proud, stubborn, battle hardened and victory focused warrior, so the idea of fornication is most often not part of her mind and thoughts. This still causes her cheek to fluster and her body to at least turn somewhat affected, her feet shuffling a little bit from side to side and just a faint smell of pussy in the air. However, these beings are likely very perceptive and can spot all of these signals easily. She still does listen to the words about how there is a vast difference between the cloned and brainwashed lesser versions of these titans and she can tell there is a very clear and distinct distaste for these false versions. She thinks it over for a few seconds before finally answering."Well, how about we try and make a deal then? You help me purge Earth and Mars and close the gate to Hell and I will try and find something or someone to help you out with your predicament...", she suggests. Her gaze tries its best to focus on their bodies as a whole, but they can easily catch that look being directed back to their cocks constantly.

[Blitz69]

A low, resonant rumble—a chorus of tectonic amusement—passed through the assembled Titans as their gaze remained fixed upon the Doom Slayer. Their expressions shifted into unmistakably toothy smirks, carved like crevices into the stone of their faces. They had noted her subtle tells: the fleeting, heat-heavy glances toward the monumental swell of flesh resting between their thighs, the rigid control of her posture that couldn’t quite hide the reflexive clench of her hands. Her arousal was a scent on the wind, a silent confession they found deeply entertaining.

The Titan cradling her in his palm brought his massive hand closer to his face. The air around Doom Gal grew warm and humid as he drew a deliberate, deep breath, his cavernous nostrils flaring. The potent, intimate musk of her excitement—of spent adrenaline and slick desire—was a rare spice on the ancient air. He savored it visibly, a dark grin spreading across his features as, below, the colossal, dormant length of him began a slow, inevitable awakening. It twitched, a movement that stirred the very dust from the ground far beneath them, filling with a heavy, volcanic bloodflow.

“Your proposition has merit, little fury,” his voice boomed, each syllable a landslide of sound. “We tire of the ceaseless racket of our lesser kin. Their chaos is… undignified.”

He paused, the grinding weight of his contemplation palpable. His thumb, a blunted mountain ridge, stroked idly along the edge of his palm where she stood, a gesture both possessive and thoughtful.

“But consider this,” he continued, the rumble deepening into a tone of dark curiosity. “Should we agree to turn our wrath upon our own kind… what precisely do you offer in return? What prize could hope to balance such a scale?”

His giant head tilted, eyes like smoldering lakes peering down at her. The other Titans leaned in subtly, the sky itself darkening with their focused attention.

“No mortal construct, no spell-forged being, can withstand our embrace. No vessel of this or any world could hope to carry our seed to fruition.”

The air grew still and charged. The massive member beneath him now pulsed with a full, awake potency, a terrifying and majestic promise of sheer scale. The Titan’s grin returned, sharp and knowing.

“Unless,” he purred, the word vibrating through the very core of her being, “the vessel you propose… is you. Are you, Slayer, offering yourself to sate us? To anchor us? To become the crucible for a new age?”

The challenge hung in the air, not just a question, but a world-shaking proposition.