every day, he IS more powerful. His lustful needs only reaching heights he will never see and feel, unless he actually lets go for once and that is.. If said "let go" it's actually the limit.. IF there's one in the first place.

What can he say? He is not bothered by it.. He is a breeder after all~

A single load cannot be and never be enough to satisfy this eldritch god's deranged needs.. Always seeking for more, more power, more Universes to leave it like a wasteland of heavy, fat chunks of cum, more.. Of himself.

He does not know how utterly powerful truly is, but he just knows+

He loved this feeling, quite too much.

Every day it's the same problem and mostly includes also a cloud of fog of his own ripe, intoxicating, addicting musk and so DENSE, it could easily choke the people from this world of many to face these consequences every day.+

and showing off that golden scalie body of his with all his might, hissing and roaring like a wild beast, one that was in heat every single passing day, as said heat could only reach more deranged and impossible measures, every single second. Blowing off.. Can maybe help reduce said need but...+

Wrecking balls. It THROBBED loud and clear, booming dangerously across the entire planet as it only caused havoc across the nearest "not so looking" cities and so the rest of the globe.

His hands feeling the roided beast DEMANDING for more.. HE NEEDED MORE. Causing his body to expand+