The Depths stood silent, their sole ruler waiting in quiet frustration as she watched over her vast kingdom. To the naked eye, it would seem she ruled over only the bottom of a single sea, belonging only to a single and meager world. The truth was this cosmic force of nature, one of the most powerful beings which remained in the cosmos, ruled over every sea that graced the tapestry of creation. By her word, she could pull the stars from the sky and annihilate trillions. By her will, could the seas she commanded run dry and become devoid of life.

When the luminous wings of Cathay furled, all of creation would tremble before her ruinous sound. When at last she’d rise from the final form of the Depths then even the gods would tremble. All that which is divine, be they a supreme ruler or outer horror, would run in terror by the Tyrant of the Dark Wastes.

All but one.

Cathay rubbed her hand over her crimson, molten eyes. Despite the depths in which she stayed through all times she could not deny that recently the grand ruler of all seas had begun to grow tired.

Rather, exhausted was a far better word to describe her. Cathay stretched as she rose from the trench which she called her home, her green skin feeling tighter than normal, most likely from stress. She was even forced to uncurl the mass of tentacles she called her hair as, for the first time in eons, she had slumbered terribly.

“Damn you, Gilah.” The Tyrant of the Dark Wastes muttered under her breath, a mere whisper of her voice powerful enough to create shockwaves that brought about powerful disasters to worlds unseen. The only world she was not allowed to harm was perhaps the most pathetic she had seen in her unfathomably long life. A little pebble of dirt and rock. Terra, she believed it was called. Created by the great shaper Gaia, before their slaughter in times long forgotten.

Cathay believed the humans now called it earth, though she could be wrong as her only source of human knowledge was the reason as to why she wasn't allowed to reach out to the small planet.

“Damn you, Jason.”

Despite the destruction she brought onto worlds that likely did not deserve it, the earth would have been an entirely different story. Not from pure hatred for the human species which populate its surface, not the pollution or corruption that run across its expanse. No, Cathay would wipe it out from simple spite alone.

Grand Cathay, one of the last true rulers of an old era which once demanded service from the stars themselves. A terror whose name was spoken below even a whisper for fear of invoking her wrath. She was a butcher, a cosmic lord who once bathed in the entrails of divinity that once deemed themselves her better. She was a god, one of the most powerful to be born and certainly one of the most formidable to remain!

“And here I am. Doing what exactly?” frustration gave way to fury as Cathay’s wings unfurled from behind her back, once draped over her shoulders to resemble a dark cloak that unleashed a wave of destructive impulses. Not pure raw power but rather madness that, in the span of only a few moments, doomed countless systems to flame and insanity. Civilizations were torn by their own hands, all because of a temper tantrum from a creature they knew of only in legends.

“GUARD DUTY! ME!? THE GREAT TERROR! THE GRAND TYRANT! DAMN YOU GILAH! DAMN YOU JASON!” Her rage was such that all who could survive Cathay’s power fled for fear that this would be the day she finally rose from the Depths one final time. Instead, just as quickly as it had come, her anger subsided and the mighty god sulked, sinking back into her trench, and tearing into its surface as she slid against it.

Her descent only stopped when finally she found herself within the darkest point her domain could offer. Where only she could survive. Though…there were a few exceptions. She shared this space with another. The very one who had made her swear to ensure they were not followed.

“Dammit Gilah, I understand you want some alone time with your Jason, but did you really have to exclude me?” Despite the power her name invoked, Cathay often found herself dealing with a force even greater than herself.

Sheer, absolute boredom.

“Could have at least tried to invite me…” Cathay pouted.

From the corner of her all-encompassing gaze, she saw a terror of the sea. A great serpent that would have posed a great threat to many mortal races. Even some divine beings would do well to steer clear of this creature, which itself was little more than an arm’s length for the Grand Tyrant. With a hundred heads Cathay could see that each one was terrified, actively trying to flee.

Little good it did as in her current state she saw it as nothing more than a brief distraction. She quickly grasped the beast, her whole hand fitting to cover the entirety of its width. It roared, only once, in fear before Cathay’s teeth sunk into its mounds of heads, severing off well more than half as she dined in an attempt to battle her own lingering boredom.

It fought back briefly, uselessly biting into the seemingly impenetrable flesh of its predator’s tongue before more of its bones and flesh were crunched down by a horror far greater than itself that treated it as little more than a distracting snack. Cathay worked her way down the serpent’s length, slurping and chewing this possibly world ending monstrosity, all while she could only think about Gilah and Jason.  

She could only guess as to the possible ‘fun’ her best friend was having with her mundane little lover. While Cathay held her own reservations over Gilah dating and possibly marrying, a human she would not get in her way. They cared too much to intrude on the sanctity of their relationship.

At the very least she hoped they were having an enjoyable time.

 ***

“Okay…okay now you can look!”

Jason opened his eyes to a night sky far from any he was familiar with. Stars of colors unlike any that should be possible in an existence that made sense were hanging so delicately above him. It was clear that they were far from natural, as was the sea he and his monstrous girlfriend seemed to rest within. He laid comfortably upon Gilah’s toned stomach, the surface surprisingly soft despite her physique and shark-like skin. She held more control over her form than Jason could hope to understand, enough that she could offer absolute comfort with ease despite her towering frame.

Overhead a single hand hung above, sheltering the human’s view just enough that he would not plunge into madness at the sight of that which should be impossible. Only through gaps in titanic fingers, each large enough to crush several buildings with ease, was he allowed to see the artistic majesty that was the heavens above.

“Do you like it?” Gilah wondered as she worked to sit upright, trying her best to keep Jason away from the freezing waters of this dead planet. He was held firmly in the gaps of her abs, never enough to brush or beat his body yet also remaining as just the right amount of force to keep him from falling. All of her actions were delicate, yet at a whim, she could scour entire civilizations clean. Even more impressive was how Gilah insisted she was self-taught in the care she demonstrated.

“It took me a week to get the stars the color I wanted.” The titan admitted nervously. She wasn’t sure if her Jason would like the display she worked so hard to make. This was beyond anything a human should see, after all. Even some gods found difficulty in working with the forces of the cosmos at the same rate Gilah did. And this was still taking into account her natural affinity toward the ocean. The stars, all that rested between them, were meant to be far beyond her control. But to the surprise of many, it came naturally to her.

Gilah did not view the stars like everyone else. To her, the sea and the cosmos were one and the same, the Depths showed this. Unexplored by many races, both vaster than any could imagine. This understanding of hers, it allowed her capabilities that impressed many and terrified more. The one she wished to not scare, though, was her Jason.  

But he remained silent. Had he come to despise her work? Had he gone made at the grand design she created? Gilah feared she was in the wrong to bring Jason here so early on into their relationship. He’s only had a year to adapt to sights no human should ever have to see.

She twirled her oceanic hair in between her fingers, waiting patiently for an answer to a question she was now dreading.

“It’s lovely…”

Finally, Jason spoke. His praise sent a shock throughout Gilah’s body. A literal pulse of energy that worked to lighten the dark sea that surrounded them. Her body darkened as the world around her grew in the light she emitted. Her gray and pale skin turned dark and colorful, with luminous streaks befitting a creature of the deep. Her hair became a beacon of colors that mirrored and humbled the stars above. Her bestial eyes which could rend sanity glowed brightly. But the shine that dulled all others was the red that took hold of her cheeks.

“Ah…ah you like it!?” Gilah was wracked with excitement. “You really like it? really really!?”

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at his monstrous girlfriend’s joy. Despite her appearance is enough to turn away and terrify all but the strongest of monstrosities, Gilah was an extremely jovial soul. Hers was a spirit that seemed to work in direct opposition to her outward appearance, and for those who actually knew her, they’d agree she was perhaps one of the gentlest creatures in any sea, so long as her temper was not called into question.

“Really really” Jason assured her. He scaled Gilah’s body as best he could, working his way between every curve she had to offer, all so that he could see her handiwork even better. And paired with this new form of hers, involuntary though it may be, this was turning out to be a wonderful gift from someone who cared for him so profoundly.

“J-Jason, what did I say about c-climbing me?” He tickled as he climbed upward. Despite Gilah’s massive scale, she was quite sensitive in some regions of her body. Under normal circumstances, her skin was harder than any fashionable armor. When seeking to offer comfort, however, matters were far different’ She could feel EVERYTHING that grazed her skin. From the smallest of hands to the most powerful of currents. The former proved debilitating as she could do little to stop her beloved.

Jason, of course, saw no reason to stop. On top of his love of the wonderful present given to him he so too loved to see his girlfriend grow erratic in her movements when he found her more sensitive points. Every portion of her body housed more power than any form of machinery. Such destructive capabilities housed within a woman who, at the smallest of touches, could come undone and turned into a giggling mess.

It wasn’t until Jason nearly reached the underside of Gilah’s breasts did the towering titan finally have enough. Without word or warning, she dived beneath the water’s surface, leaving Jason to float about aimlessly as she circled him, no doubt trying to get a grip of herself as she could still feel Jason’s little hands across her body. He didn’t need to see Gilah to know that she was smiling, her whole face likely redder than before despite the dark that had covered her entire body.

A massive leviathanesque tail breached the surface as Gilah continued to circle her lover, almost in a manner befitting sharks circling their prey. Early on in their relationship, Jason wondered if that was what she was doing. Testing to see just how fun of a snack her beloved could be. He learned later that this was just natural behavior for her. She circled around others, mostly in an attempt to stay out of their way lest she bring harm to them. Even Cathay was among the list of those Gilah showed restraint around, her own power quite exceptional even among the most legendary of gods that continued to rule creation.

To say she restrained herself around Jason would be an understatement without compare, and at times she didn’t really know how to cope with the extreme care she needed to exercise. This would lead to moments of embarrassment from her, times that reminded Jason of just how alien she was towards a human like him.

A great song reminiscent of whales gripped the dead but beautiful world. It reached the heavens and forced the stars above to grow brighter before eventually being snuffed out. The light that Jason found himself floating upon faded as the power which had gripped the water was steadily drawn back into its source. Most likely Gilah also reverted back to her original appearance as well now that she had begun to sing. A beautiful song that the small human had heard so many times before.

Much in the same way a human would groan or moan in embarrassment, this was very much comparable to that. For all the power she possessed, for all the things that were naturally afraid of her, and for good reason, Gilah was so easily flustered.

Before long, her head breached the surface. Only the upper half as everything before Gilah’s eyes was still submerged, the titan likely still embarrassed by her sudden erratic actions. She both loved and hated it when Jason climbed her. Even more so when she made her body nice and soft for him. If only she could get a hold of herself, than she could actually find some way to enjoy it.

“All good?” Jason remained on his back even as Gilah struggled to meet his gaze. Already she could feel her cheeks growing crimson again and a small melody escaped her before she was able to stop it. Gilah cleared her throat, an act that sent ripples across the water, before bringing the rest of her head upward.

She nodded slowly, still embarrassed but now more than capable of composing herself. “Mhm…”

Gilah will never understand how someone so small and weak was able to make her feel so…loved. Alive in a manner of speaking. She’s gone through millennia without a mate of any kind. She thought herself foreign to such emotions, once upon a time. Yet here she was, swooning over a little human. A meek little creature that used to wait for her at the end of a pier every night, just so that he may see her eyes.

There were so many ways she could hurt him, or worse, and he hardly ever showed fear in anything outside that which was natural. Gilah was aware that Jason knew the danger she posed, but still, he looked upon her longingly. That in of itself was dangerous.

“Please, can you stop giving me that look?” Gilah asked with a pout.

Jason feigned ignorance as he kicked his legs, inching closer toward her titanic lover. “What look?”

Rather than back away, Gilah instead leaned forward. Closer and closer until she was certain she could feel Jason’s body against her lips, both so large that were she not careful even their softness could prove life-threatening. They could crush Jason’s little body without much effort.

“You know the look.” Gilah reminded, “The same ‘I’m so glad to know you’ look. The one that…woos me.”

“Oh?” Jason shifted his body until he was floating upright before placing a hand on Gilah’s lower lip. “The same look I give before doing this?”

Gilah made no effort to stop Jason as he placed his lips upon hers, to the best of his ability given the difference in their sizes. Like his previous movements, she could feel something as small as the smallest peck and even pulled into it slightly, as though that would inch out more pleasure from the embrace. She even placed her index finger upon Jason’s back, lightly pushing him closer into her, always making sure the pressure was never too much.

Jason could feel everything. From Gilah’s heartbeat to her breathing to the very heat she emitted. This was a living being he embrace despite the impossibility of her existence to the logical mind. But logic and reason were both something he had to do away with the day he was taken to live with her.  He was afraid then, naturally. Now, he couldn’t have believed himself to be any more fortunate than he was currently.

Eventually, the brief kiss had to end, even if they both wished to take things further. Despite the amorous situation, without the light Gilah had offered through the sea and sky the atmosphere of this dead world was now settling in. It wasn’t really the right place for the two of them to share an intimate moment.

“How about we take this feeling and save it for when we’re home?” Gilah suggested through a forced smirk. Even now she was holding herself back from going any further.

Jason met her smile with one of his own. “That’s if Cathay doesn’t mind. You two share a living space after all.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t,” Gilah assured. She struggled to maintain her composure. The likely scolding from the Tyrant of the Dark Wastes all too real should the couple be ‘found out’. Still, it was a risk they were both willing to take, even if it meant angering one of the last great rulers of the cosmos.

It was decided then, and before Jason could act Gilah open her jaws wide before bringing Jason into her waiting maw. This was, unfortunately, the fastest way she could travel while also keeping a hold of her lover. That said, she’s had him inside her mouth so often now that it seemed routine for them. He wasn’t even terrified of the idea that she may accidentally swallow him anymore.

Gilah waited, unable to speak for clear reasons, as Jason got himself situated with his surroundings. Same rules as always, avoid the teeth and throat, and should things get rough just grab onto her uvula. Easy peasy.

“Ready!”

The all-clear Gilah needed to finally begin her dive back towards the Depths, back towards home.

To offer her one and only a more intimate gift that would be no less tiring than forcing the stars to her bidding.