God Women - Book 2: Queen of the God Women

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In the aftermath of a terrifying global catastrophe brought about by the folly and hubris of men, Lady Imelda stands over the ruins of Earth as the greatest of all women. Who can doubt her title, after all, when this bronzed-skinned Latina is so godly?

Standing at close to seven feet of height, Imelda is the perfect marriage of uber-masculinity with outrageous femininity: over 1,000 pounds of super-hard muscles distributed along a curvaceous body with supermodel-like features. With a single punch, Imelda can crack a boulder twenty times her size in two. With her powerful, ultra-thick thighs, she can easily crush a ball of solid titanium into a plate as thin as the strands of her long, luscious hair.

The chick is a goddess! Tall as a titan, beautiful as an angel, strong as a bull, shapely as a busty pin-up girl, and also intensely smart, with a proven IQ of 340! All of these futures, however, pale in comparison to her one and only vice: her horniness! Her raging, raving sexual lust! If there is one weakness to this goddess, this might be it: Imelda can’t go ten minutes without laying five or six massive, well-endowed muscle studs, and every day this power woman needs to consume somewhere between 100 and 1,000 men just to keep her lust at bay and her demonic sex cool and sated.

Her rapaciousness is known far and wide! Entire villages of the wrecked Earth are emptied out of their finest studs just to keep Imelda’s harem stocked and primed to service her! Countless men have perished under the hunger and strength of her unyieldy sex. With more muscles than a literal bull and more stamina than a stallion, only a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of the few remaining males on the planet is capable of even surviving her, let alone pleasuring her, and this fact causes no small amount of anguish to the salacious goddess, whose powerful muscles are second only to the burning might of her ever-fertile, but never-sated womb!

Now, what if I told you that I lied to you? Not about her muscles, nor her power, nor about anything but the very first thing I wrote about her: that she is not, in fact, the greatest of all women? What if I told you there is a bigger woman on the planet—a woman that is way taller than her, way more muscular, way more gorgeous and sexually arousing, and above all, way thirstier and more ravenous than Imelda could ever hope to be?

A woman who consumes tens of thousands of men in a day when Imelda is only able to devour hundreds? A woman who cracks mountains with her fists instead of mere boulders? A woman who weighs tens of thousands of pounds of pure, chiseled muscle instead of the petty tonne from Imelda’s “tiny” physique? A woman who, in short, is like a GOD to Imelda—herself being a god to all other men and women on the planet?

This woman is, in fact, Queen Gracyanne, and this book is all about these two sexual beasts getting it on and competing to see who can consume the most men in a day and drive the other crazier with lust!

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