The apartment was a warzone of debauchery—cushions scattered like fallen foes, the air humming with residual ki static from Caulifla's God form breakthrough. Sweat-slicked bodies glistened under the flickering lamp, breaths ragged but hungry. Krillin lay sprawled on the floor, his 16-inch cock a semi-deflated monolith against his thigh, still twitching from the divine milking it'd endured. Cum streaked everywhere: Caulifla's thighs, Kale's heaving H-cup tits, even 18's smirking lips where she'd licked a stray drop during the afterglow. The booze haze lingered, turning exhaustion into electric anticipation.
18 lounged against the wall, legs spread shamelessly, fingers idly tracing her cum-glazed pussy. Her eyes, sharp as ever, flicked between the Saiyans with that possessive gleam. "Well, that was a show. God form mid-fuck? Didn't see that comin'. But you two..." She nodded at Caulifla and Kale, who were tangled together, kissing sloppily, hands roaming each other's curves like they were mapping new battlefields. "You're just gettin' started, aren't ya? I can feel it—that fusion itch. Potara's callin' your names."
Caulifla pulled back from Kale's lips with a wet smack, her red-tinged hair from the fading God aura tousled wild. She grinned, fangs glinting, one hand cupping Kale's massive breast, thumbing the nipple until it leaked a bead of sweat—or was it milk? The line blurred in this heat. "Hell yeah. Kale's been eyein' those earrings since we ported in. What d'ya say, shy girl? Fuse up? Become Kefla and take this bald beast to the next level? Bet that monster cock of his'll feel even better when we're one big, badass slut."
Kale whimpered, her SSJ3 afterglow making her skin glow faintly, those enormous tits rising and falling like ocean waves. She glanced at Krillin, biting her lip, then at the Potara earrings dangling from Caulifla's ear—gifts from Cabba, tucked away for emergencies. But this? This was a different kind of emergency. "M-Master... I mean, Caulifla... yes. I want it. Want *him* to break us—together. Our pussies, our powers... all his." Her voice cracked with need, hand sliding down to finger her still-gaping hole, scooping out a glob of Krillin's earlier load and sucking it clean with a moan.
Krillin pushed up on his elbows, cock stirring back to life at the sight. "Fusion? Like Goku and Vegeta? Shit, girls... that's heavy artillery. You sure? Last time I saw that, universes shook." But his tone was eager, eyes darkening with lust. The alcohol whispered temptations, and 18's encouraging nod sealed it.
18 chuckled, low and throaty, crawling over to straddle his waist—not penetrating, just grinding her slick folds along his thickening shaft. "Do it, Saiyans. Fuse and fuck. I wanna see that green-haired bombshell ride my hubby till the walls crack. And Krillin... if they push you..." She leaned down, whispering hot against his ear, "Push back. Unlock whatever's buried in that monk soul of yours. I know it's there—somethin' divine. Ruin her like the gods fear."
Caulifla snatched the second earring, clipping it to Kale's lobe with a click that echoed like fate locking in. "Ready? On three—power up and merge!" They stood, bodies aligning in perfect sync, auras flaring gold then green. "One... two... THREE!"
Light exploded—a vortex of emerald energy swirling like a tornado of lust. Their forms blurred, merging in a flash of blinding fusion: Caulifla's cocky swagger blending with Kale's shy power into something explosive. When the glow faded, Kefla stood tall—six feet of sculpted perfection, spiky green hair cascading wild, dual-toned eyes (one blue from Kale, one sharp from Caulifla) blazing with fused fire. Her body was a wet dream: Caulifla's athletic build amplified by Kale's curves—perky D-cups that defied gravity, hips wide and ass plump, thighs thick enough to crush worlds. Her pussy? A masterpiece—shaved smooth, lips already swollen and dripping, as if the fusion had wired her straight to orgasm mode.
"Whoa... fuck, this feels *good*," Kefla purred, voice a sultry mashup—Caulifla's bravado laced with Kale's breathy undertone. She flexed, muscles rippling under sun-kissed skin, aura crackling green sparks. "All that power... and all this *need*. Krillin, you did this—woke the beast in us. Now come claim your prize." She sauntered over, hips swaying hypnotically, and shoved him back down with one hand, effortless as swatting a fly. 18 rolled off with a grin, settling beside to watch, fingers already circling her clit.
Krillin's cock surged to full mast—16 inches of throbbing steel, veins like ki channels, head flaring angry red. "Kefla... damn. You're... everything." He reached up, palming her tits—firm handfuls that overflowed his grip, nipples hard as pebbles. She moaned, grinding against his thigh, leaving a slick trail.
"Everything? Baby, I'm *more*. Super Saiyan from the jump—feel it?" Her aura ignited, green-gold hair spiking, eyes narrowing to feral slits. SSJ Kefla—power doubled, body humming with electric need. She grabbed his cock at the base, both hands barely wrapping it, stroking with fused strength that made him buck. "This thing... it's gonna wreck me. But first—taste the fusion." She dropped to her knees, engulfing the head in her hot mouth, tongue—longer now, forked almost from the merge—swirling like a vortex. "Mmmph... so thick. Caulifla wants to deepthroat, Kale wants to worship. We're doin' both."
Krillin groaned, fingers tangling in her green locks. "Fuck—your throat's... endless! Suck it, Kefla—hollow those cheeks!" She did, bobbing deep, gagging wetly as inches vanished down her gullet, saliva cascading like a waterfall. Her free hand fondled his balls, rolling them with Saiyan precision, while her eyes locked on his—dual gazes promising ruin.
18 leaned in, kissing Krillin's neck, her hand joining Kefla's on his sack. "Look at her go—fused slut heaven. Bet that mouth's tighter than either of 'em separate. Cum down her throat, honey. Flood the merge."
But Kefla pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "Not yet. I want it *here*." She stood, shoving him flat, and straddled his hips. Lining up, she sank down slow—inch by torturous inch, her SSJ pussy stretching obscenely around his girth. "Nngh—gods, it's splittin' me! So full... Caulifla's screamin' inside, Kale's meltin'. Deeper—ruin this fused cunt!" Halfway, she slammed the rest home, bottoming out with a scream that shook the foundations. Her walls clenched like a fusion of vices, rippling in dual rhythms—Caulifla's aggressive squeezes, Kale's fluttering pulses.
Krillin's hands gripped her ass, spreading cheeks to watch his cock disappear. "Shit—Kefla! You're grippin' me like a black hole! Ride it—bounce that fused ass!" She did, rising and falling with superhuman force, tits jiggling wildly, green aura flaring brighter. The slaps echoed like thunderclaps, her juices squirting with each descent, soaking his balls.
"Yes—fuck! Poundin' my core—hittin' spots they never reached alone!" Kefla snarled, nails raking his chest, drawing red lines that healed in her ki glow. She leaned forward, massive tits smothering his face. "Suck 'em—bite these nipples! Make Kale feel it through me!" He latched on, teeth grazing one peak while pinching the other, eliciting a howl that cracked a nearby window.
18 was a frenzy now, scissoring against Kefla's thigh from the side, their pussies grinding in wet friction. "That's it—milk him dry! Feel that cock throb? He's close. But don't stop—push him. Make him *power up*. I see it in his eyes—that divine spark. Unlock it, you green-haired whore. Fuck the god out of my husband!"
Kefla's pace turned brutal, hips a blur, pussy gushing in rhythmic sprays. "Do it, Krillin! I feel it—somethin' ancient in you. Beyond Saiyan, beyond God. Power up and *destroy* me! Fuck me till universes crack!" Her words were a catalyst, igniting something dormant in Krillin's core—a whisper from the Kais, a forgotten boon from his Namekian trials, amplified by the booze, the lust, the fusion's raw energy.
It hit like a big bang. Krillin's body arched, eyes flashing white-gold, aura erupting not in flame, but *void*—a swirling nexus of black and silver, edges fraying reality like torn fabric. No Super Saiyan; this was *Zenith Form*—divine annihilation incarnate, power to unmake galaxies, drawn from the universe's underweave. His muscles didn't bulk; they *sharpened*, ki coiling like serpents ready to devour worlds. And his cock? It pulsed, growing imperceptibly denser, veins glowing with ethereal light, every thrust now laced with cosmic force.
Across the multiverse, angels froze. Whis, mid-tea sip on Beerus' planet, shattered his cup—eyes widening. "What... is that? A power to *erase*? Not destruction—*oblivion*. From the human?" Vados, lounging in Universe 6, clutched her staff, a shiver racing her spine. "Divine... but wild. Unchained. All angels feel it—the weave trembles." Even the Grand Priest, in the heart of creation, paused his eternal vigil, sensing the ripple: a mortal's cock-fueled apotheosis, threatening balance.
Back in the apartment, reality warped—walls bending inward, air thickening to honey. Kefla's eyes bulged, her SSJ form flickering under the pressure. "F-Fuck—yes! That's it! Your power... it's *devouring* me! Deeper—unmake my pussy with that god-killer dick!" She came explosively, fusion aura clashing with his void, green sparks exploding like fireworks. Her cunt spasmed in cataclysmic waves, squirting a torrent that flooded his groin, but she didn't stop—riding harder, tits slapping his face.
Krillin roared, voice echoing dimensions. "Take it, Kefla! Feel the end—my Zenith cock ruinin' your fused soul!" His hips bucked with universe-shattering force, each thrust a micro-big bang, balls slapping her ass like colliding planets. The power fed back, amplifying her pleasure—Kefla's walls milking him in divine feedback, Caulifla's aggression and Kale's submission unified in ecstasy.
18 climaxed untouched, screaming as the ki wave hit her. "Holy shit—hubby! You're... a destroyer! Fuck her—cum and shatter her! Angels are watchin'—give 'em a show!"
Kefla shattered first, body convulsing, power spiking to SSJ2 mid-ride—hair lengthening, lightning arcing across her skin, zapping their joined flesh in pleasurable jolts. "Cumming—again! Your divine dick's breakin' the fusion—feels so good! Fill me—breed the end!" She ground down, clit grinding his base, and exploded anew, pussy fisting his shaft in rhythmic oblivion.
It broke Krillin. "Fuuuuck—Kefla! Erasing you from the inside out!" His Zenith aura peaked, cock erupting in a deluge—cum blasting like a supernova, thick ropes flooding her womb until her belly distended slightly, excess erupting in creamy geysers around his girth. The volume defied physics, painting her tits, the floor, even arcing to hit 18's open mouth. Each pulse shook the room, cracks spiderwebbing the ceiling.
Kefla wailed, fusion straining but holding, her orgasm a chain reaction—SSJ3 hair flowing waist-long, power roaring as she rode the cum wave. "Yes—hot void seed! Ruinin' us... Caulifla's lovin' it, Kale's addicted! More—don't stop!"
They rode it out, powers clashing in a symphony of destruction and creation—his Zenith fading to embers, her fusion aura dimming. Kefla collapsed onto him, defused earrings clinking free as Caulifla and Kale separated in a gasp, bodies spent and leaking.
18 crawled over, licking cum from Kefla's—no, their—thighs. "That... was apocalyptic. Angels probably just creamed themselves. Round four? Or do we invite Whis to critique?"
Caulifla chuckled weakly, Kale nuzzling her. "Gimme a sec... then yeah. But Krillin—you're our god now."
To be continued...