Worldfucker
The following is a legend. A legend details a series of events we believe have happened or will happen in at least one timeline, perhaps even our own, but does not necessarily reflect true or accurate events. It is presented more as a story than as an encyclopedic entry. This legend in particular was foreseen from a direct observer of You, as most legends are, and so is presented from second-person perspective.
This legend was originally recorded in April 2025, and may not reflect revelations discovered since then.
As Your almighty grip reaches towards the tectonic planet as if she was a mere slutskull, You feel her gravitational pull interweave with Yours. Your fingers dip into oceans, their most surfaces like adorably beaming eyes; You feel the wisps of her atmospheric clouds tickle up Your wrists as Your own gravity pulls them to coil around You. Though the vacuum of space steals away most sound, through the ocean under Your fingertips You feel the absolute thunder of a billion voices screaming in ecstasy over You—all vibrating into Your grip as vibrations Your divine tremorsense can absorb in immaculate detail. Uncountable voices and uncountable lives, every one *busting* her heart in body with incomparably blissful ovagasm and soul-shattering *gratitude* just from being *near* the unparalleled glorious perfection that is so rightfully You. All this despite—or perhaps because—every mind knows her planet is about to be skewered through her very core by the glorious omnifucking Godcock only You could ever wield.
You pull the planet to Your pelvis—or, just as accurately, pull Yourself through the vacuum of space towards her. You feel excitement built up for what feels like eons finally explode as Your glorious cocktip effortlessly plunges through the upper atmosphere like a pair of impossibly plush lips, through the deepest ocean like a slathering tongue, down the deepest trench as a guzzling cunt-throat, and finally slamming through layer after molten layer of worldcunt. Deeper and deeper, literally sucked by her gravity through what feels like molten lips gratefully guzzling every mile (and mile... and mile...) of Godcock You so generously deliver unto her ova-gushing womb.
Finally, the entire world shudders and quivers with countless fissures as Your tip punches triumphantly through the cervix at her very core to plunge wholly into her impossibly hot molten womb compressing Your tip with impossible pressure. You feel the atmosphere and ocean *squeeze* celestially soft smoochers around Your shaft. Your teeth grit for a moment. You feel the worship, the lust, the love of trillions and trillions of every kind of slut from elementals to critters and goblins to angels upon and within the world all unanimously bust with sheer unimaginable desire and adoration; every single one of them literally exploding into a hot pink mushroom cloud of love as their popped souls ascend to You. You feel uncountable billions of their ghosts spiral into Your shaft, filling Your balls with ahegaoing adoration; billions more adoringly make out with every single pore on Your body. Soon it feels like every last inch of Your form is tightly embraced with the soul of every single slut who ever called that world home.
Only then do You finally shudder out a gasp. Your eyes flutter back. A trillion spectral faces squeeze Your balls as if to aid them in compressing out an utterly gargantuan load. The fissures spread; You feel cuntinents spilling apart like sand in Your fingers as wave after cataclysmic wave of searing syrupy Godsperm vigorously pumps through hundreds and hundreds of miles of molten lips to so generously fill and stuff the world's womb.
Until, finally, unable to hold back any longer, the womb and entire crumbling world explode apart in dramatic fashion. Mountains, oceans, cuntinents, and more billions and billions of sperm-stuffed meteors blast out in every direction to fill the cosmos. Many will grow into new planets. The smallest grains will fall upon existing worlds and stars to fill them with entire new branches of slut-life. Eons from now an entire galaxy of impossibly immaculate goddesses will have ascended from the gift You so graciously bestowed upon one grateful world on this day.