King of Monsters: Ghidorah's Cunning
Fueled by his omnipresent desire to prove to all he is indeed worthy of being the King of All Monsters, Zilla clashes with his archnemesis Ghidorah in a contest that might involve something more than just teeth.
***This story is the first part of a sexy Kaiju Trilogy ***
Description: Fueled by his omnipresent desire to prove to all he is indeed worthy of being the King of All Monsters, Zilla clashes with his archnemesis Ghidorah in a contest that might involve something more than just teeth.
Story written by me,
Cover art (c) to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/firael
***King of Monsters: Ghidorah's Cunning* **
Flashes of blue clashed with yellow arcs of lightning in the heart of what once was a vibrant city. Ghidorah, the Plague of Humanity, attracted the ire of none other than Zilla, the last line of defense for the millions of people that once called what came to be known as The Shattered City their home. The gargantuan nuclear powered reptilian had cut a path of destruction through the tall buildings that once attested the epitome of technological advancement for humanity, to him, nothing more than branches in the way of a giant. He cared not for such trifles. His only goal was to engage his arch-enemy in a close quarters situation, and nothing -absolutely nothing- could stand in his way.
Normally, a winged opponent would not bow down to lesser adversaries, least of all crash down in the muck with them. But after many fly-by blasts of lightning failed to dissuade his rival, Ghidorah's patience ran low enough to accept the invitation. The result was an earth shattering union of claws, teeth, and hardened scales, followed up by a shockwave of raw energy that ruptured the eardrums of anyone near the quarreling Titans and sent even the circling news helicopters off their meticulously established path.
"Jesus, I've almost wet my breeches! Seems like the climax is about to dawn upon this scuffle!" Terry, the young local reporter of a disgraced news station cleverly transmitted his state of mind to every pair of ears that followed the clash of the Titans on the digital screens of whatever vehicle they chose to evacuate the city in...or, if they were of a similar state of mind, from anywhere with a view to the Clash. "We are now seeing Zilla engage the 3 headed menace hand to hand, man-to-man, whatever these two are."
"Titans, Terry. Or as I like to call them, VoidBringers." Adam, his commenting partner, pitched in over the snapping and scraping of the two monsters. "Unstoppable forces of ruin that only seem to get more destructive as the battle goes on. We advise any viewers who are still in the vicinity to depart the city as soon as possible."
"Depart?" Terry seemed more angry than scared by the beam of fiery blue that razed the tops of the buildings his helicopter just passed in between. "I'd rather stay in the heart of the action, baby! If I go down today I'll do it in a blaze of glory!" Or rather, a flaccid little whimper, because none would even had the time to scream if any blast, be it from Zilla or Ghidorah, would hit them.
Zilla resorted to no such means of attack. After his blast was easily deterred, he shaved off the top half of a spire building, then used it as a mighty crowbar of concrete and steel to throw Ghidorah off balance. However, the three headed hydra quickly used his spiked tails as an extra anchoring point for his slipping feet, and quickly yanked the makeshift weapon from Zilla's hands...
Something which the apparently disadvantaged Titan expected. Right after Ghidorah disposed him of his weapon, Zilla's maw simmered with energy, an inferno that made the air simmer with an ominous air of destruction. Within less than a second, he launched the blast towards the Hydra...but like before, Ghidorah seemed to have anticipated the attack. His massive wings formed a protective cocoon around his body just in time to meet the energy beam, deflecting it into strands and wisps all around them, shattering buildings, melting stone and steel alike.
"H-holy crap. I thought his wings would melt off but as usual it's our city that takes all the punishment!"
"Indeed, Terry. The destruction caused by these two gargantuan beasts, these two unrivaled titans is nothing short of-"
"Breathtaking!"
"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. It seems an interference caused one of our contacts on the ground to get on the same line. Whoever you are, buddy, I'd suggest you flee to a safe place. You never know when a displaced desk might fall on top of you." Adam quickly cut the transmission off and picked up a phone that gave him a direct, safe line to the sister chopper that observed the fight from the opposite side. "Ter, what the hell, man? Are you actually enjoying this?"
"More than they're enjoying themselves, that's for sure. D'you think that, say, if they were on friendlier terms, they'd...you know...bump each other?"
"What?"
"Fuck. Like, y'know, have sex. That'd be a glorious thing to see. Almost as good as-"
"There's nothing glorious about all of this destruction, man! Millions of people have lost their homes, their jobs, their lives!"
"Glorious destruction. You called it first, man. Now let's get back online to feed our viewers some epic comentaaaryyyy"
"I didn't mean it like that!"
"I'm sure the Titans think the same when they started using our city as their playground. Or as weapons. Watch out!"
Adam's helicopter swerved just in time to avoid being crushed by the spire of the National MegaThreats Agency that disintegrated within the united beam of the 3 headed hydra several hundred meters away from its exposed chest.
"H-holy shit. Did you see that?! Are you alright man? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!"
Terry's overexcited voice annoyed Adam more than the heated air coming from the melted concrete below; air that made his flight a bumpy one. "By some miracle I am, though I can't say the same about the thousands that probably disappeared in the death beam that got you geeking out like a raving monster lover."
"Dude, who gets to see two Titans dishing it out in their city? We're blessed, I'm telling you. Blessed! Let's take a closer look!"
"Yeah, I'm starting to think you might be part monster yourself..."
The two choppers carried the death-defying newscasters around the squabbling monsters for a while longer. Long enough to see a pause in the conflict. After several more altercations and a few unleashed breaths, both Titans seemed at the end of their strength. Two of Ghidorah's heads panted while the third still put a defiant facade. The hydra defiantly swished its twin tails from side to side like a predator waiting for his opponent to make its move. Zilla, however, waited.
Waited for a plan to form in his own mind. Or perhaps paused to catch his own breath. None knew exactly what the titanic lizard had in mind, until, with a mighty swipe of his tail, Zilla created a blinding cloud from the city's debris that started to swallow everything in its wake.
With hide as black as the dust that concealed him, Zilla pin-pointed Ghidorah's position by scent alone. He launched himself at the hydra with all the momentum he carried...
Only to find himself blasted by a gust of wind so fierce that even his nostrils closed up to protect his delicate insides from the storm of ruptured stones, metal and glass that struck every part of his body like a hail of daggers. He felt nothing. Saw nothing. Smelled nothing. Turtled up, the natural armor of his body protected him against any man-made threat. But this protection came at a price... With eyes and nostrils firmly shuttered, Zilla had no way to track down Ghidorah anymore...except by noise. He knew the hydra launched himself into the air. But he had no idea where he actually was until it was too late. Powerful talons grabbed onto his shoulders. A single, powerful shove of wings was enough to see Zilla's feet off the ground. A ground that, next time he met, he met with his back in an explosion of noise and debris made all more potent by the additional weight that pressed down upon him.
Zilla wished it would've been a foot, or a tail. Anything he could easily bite onto. But with his arms already pinned down by strong talons and spiked tail tips already buried in the cracks of the earth behind his head, he knew that the thing plastered all over his snout, that circular surface surrounded by soft, mellow scales, was in fact none other than his enemy's butt!
"Hrrrr!" Zilla's nibbling attempts at one of the two areas devoid of protection on Ghidorah's body forced one of the hydra's feet to cage his pestering snout in a prison of claws, but by doing so, the hydra left one of his arm free. An error that Zilla quickly attempted to correct by trashing his tail at the 3 heads that attempted to contain it, shoving the hydra's other leg off balance, and snarling his way as his mighty jaws attempted to pry open the talons that encased it.
His wildness earned him a moment of freedom. Forced into a position to recalculate his tactics, Ghidorah left the ground with a mighty flap of his wings...yet only long enough to give Zilla a good whiff of clean, cool air before his mighty ass slammed back upon his head, this time far enough behind his nostrils to avoid intoxicating him with unwanted aromas...but close enough that his orbs, two swollen fruits encased in a leathery pouch slathered with perspiration from the prolonged conflict, rolled all over Zilla's nose. With no sense of danger registered by the primitive part of his brain that governed the self defense mechanisms of his body, Zilla couldn't completely shut off his nostrils this time. He had to live with this smell. Endure it. For even if he measured his breaths, part of the hydra's natural smell still sank deep into his senses...deep enough to stir certain stimuli that were so incredibly unfit for this situation.
"Mrraaahhhh..." Zilla's long, steamy purring lost part of its aggression, and, as he feared, even in the trance-like state he found himself in, his arch-enemy picked up on the subtle change in his demeanor.
The most curious head out of the three, San, took the lead in the assault. His twitching nostrils hungrily sucked in the scents that slathered Zilla's plates, especially the ones that parted around the in-between of his legs. Nestled amidst smaller, yet still durable scales, a crack moistened by natural lubrication picked at the head's curiosity. It sniffed it briefly, drawing out a short grunt of approval before moving further down to another shamefully exposed part on the titanic reptile's body.
His orbs. Two swollen fruits protected by frail, easy-to-rend hide. If the jaws that hovered over them decided to suddenly trade intriguing curiosity to something more vengeful, Zilla would have no means to defend himself...or his legacy. So he stayed put. Bid his time. Hated and hoped, in equal measure, that this moment of terrifying vulnerability would soon come to an end...
He shuddered when one of his orbs rolled to the side from the push of the curious snout. San, the head in question, bumped the playful testicles again, this time towards the other side. He seemed intrigued by how maneuverable these things were...perhaps because his body too had a similar pair between the legs.
"Mrahh!" his excited call summoned the attention of Ni, the middle head, who answered with a similarly curt, non-threatening growl. Although he was not as interested in the scents emanating from the musky scrotum as his sibling, Ni still humored his brother by bumping the orbs back and forth between the two of them, until their game froze, just like Zilla's thumping heart.
Ichi, aptly named for the commanding presence it exuded, turned his vigilant eyes from the captive's head towards his rear. For the first time, Zilla felt a tint of fear climb across his spine. He had always known that Ichi was not one to mess around with. As the leader, he was focused on only one goal. To win. No matter the cost.
Zilla's icy fear slowly started to slither along his body starting from the tip of his tail, then advanced along the underside of his plates, moving at about the same speed as the warm stream of air that poured from between the angry head's gritted teeth. He snapped his jaws.
Zilla's eyes sealed shut...
But what he imagined to be a bite that would sever his ability to produce seed turned out to be just a warning for the other two guilty heads that now tried to buy their way back into their leader's good graces with warm nuzzles and slobbery licks. Like two puppies, they were, lapping away at their father's snout, going over the many ways they could annoy their captive and still hold onto their dominant position. Zilla hated to be tickled and prodded, especially in his sensitive places, but this outcome was still vastly preferred over a more violent end. He but had to remember Ichi's cold stare, those cold, hungry lips, twitching to expose his deadly teeth, his evil, loathsome grin that-
His what?!
A rush of air suddenly flooded the place where Ghidorah's ass had been moments ago. The scent of freedom...not easily grasped with two serpentine tails woven about your neck. In less than a breath the winged monster exchanged one prison for another by slamming his foot down on Zilla's head, though this time, the acrid smell of his rear were far enough from Zilla's shuddering nostrils to provoke a more vocal reaction. He was a captive, yes. But this was much more preferable. Scales, he had plenty...and his own two feet were not too different from Ghidorah's...
Only this time, the winged bastard knew what he was doing. Zilla found his head angled towards his own rear, Ghidorah's talons placed in such way that they offered Zilla a perfect view towards his privates, especially his sensitive anus, exposed with a mere nudge of his testicles. Warmth fell upon it. Hot, moist, tantalizing warmth that shouldn't have felt that good when he was bound up like a ham by his arch-enemy.
Yet Zilla still squirmed. Hissed. Grunted as San, the most mischievous of the three heads, tickled his rim by breathing various streams of hot air over the sensitive muscles to test their reaction. Ni, the second head, found the scents too unwelcoming to linger, preferring to find more plebian means of annoying his prey such as the tickling of exposed feet.
Zilla's hope blossomed for a moment. He imagined these paltry tricks would soon come to an end. However, his spark of hope diminished after a mere three inhalations of cold, ravaged city air. During this time, Ni found some exotic treat of his own. Namely, Zilla's vent. That soft, tender place, exposed in the same way as his ass!
Zilla gritted his teeth in anger. Now he had two sources of stimulation to contend with! While San took him from the back, tending to his tailhole and testicles, Ni attacked from the front, sticking his disdainful snout in places Zilla never imagined him in! It was just curiosity at first. But slowly, things turned towards a more...lascivious nature. Nudges were replaced by tongues, then gentle grazes of teeth that had just the right tint of scare to keep Zilla on edge...exactly where Ghidorah wanted him. For you see, tension made the prey's blood all the warmer. And in Zilla's case, it got as hot as it could be with two assailants drooling over his most private of places. He tried to hold it in. To resist it as much as he could.
But this foreign, intense feeling that was lighting up his loins eventually clambered into his throat, a place from where his pathetic, unrestrained huff came out undiminished. This unexpected sound emboldened the heads, for it was warm and mellow...exactly like the things they put their tongues on. Ni nuzzled his way deeper inside the fleshy reaches of the vent he feasted on, huffing and chuffing often from the savory scents he drank with his nostrils, while San practiced by taking a testicle in his mouth and swishing it around in hot coils formed by his drooling tongue.
Zilla's steamy ascent into a most surprising and unwanted journey of exotic pleasures flared along with the twitching of his increasingly eager muscles. A nascent purr he could no longer contain no matter how hard he gritted his mighty jaws proved particularly troublesome, as it gave away his weaknesses to the enemy! Once he tried to put it in place, the steam of pleasure came out of his maw not as a threatening growl, but as a mellow moan that even put the threatening Ichi to a deep and mischievous thought. Why keep the vigil on his prey's immobile frontal parts when he could gloat at something more intriguing?
It was a deep and shameful moment when even the stern leader's eyes acquired the lascivious glint that his brethren displayed before. Over a minute of sucking in the view of his fellow heads' work, and even Ichi joined the concert of huffs with his own moderate panting, his bifurcated tongue such a soft and delicate thing to see...
Inexplicably so, Zilla imagined how that tongue would feel on him. He wanted that tongue on his body, trailing a path of moisture along his powerful chest, sliding down, down, down, until it reached his...his-
"Mrrfff..." Zilla's tongue poked out along with a most adorable melodious growl. Gently, slowly, he started to lick at the toes that held his snout in place. Just with the tip. Then...with a bit more effort. As the Hydra's toes slowly relaxed around his snout, Zilla managed to treat not just his toes, but the whole inside of his foot, where his pads were most susceptible to warm, tender stimulation. If there was any clue on how much his rival enjoyed this simple touch of tongue, Zilla had but to listen to the rolling, mellow concert formed by all three elated heads.
However, the simplicity of a foot paled in comparison to what the naughty lizard set his eyes on, for just a head or so of distance from the hydra's foot hung a pouch with two ripe fruits that begged, oh, begged to be kissed.
Zilla reached towards it, jaws parting with eagerness. None of Ghidorah's heads paid any attention. So taken were they with their respective business that Zilla could simply do whatever he wanted to the soft, exposed pouch.
And he did. He reached that soft sack of precious orbs and suddenly wrapped his mighty jaws around it!
"Mrrr-" a tense reverberation stunned everyone, Zilla included. Ghidorah's 3 pairs of eyes widened like apples...yet what followed after was not a roar of pain, nor of shock...but a long sigh of obvious pleasure.
There seemed to be, after all, honor among even the largest of monsters. Having been treated so gently by his rival, Zilla reciprocated in kind, going over the hydra's large scrotum with the same diligence he had been showen. Long, sloppy licks to clean the moist musk that formed in the heat of their conflict, followed by the gentle grazing of teeth; a method that seemed to scratch all the right places.
Yet something was lacking. A taste of something with a bit more spice to it. A whiff of something greater. Following up the trails of scent that led to Ghidorah's own puckered anus, Zilla began to get acquainted with the sharper breed of scents that reigned there. A lick here, a sniff there...he kept it to simple, non-threatening gestures, buying the hydra's loyalty while feeding his own instincts with the sort of scent that appeased them. That of a strong male in his prime. An adversary worthy to be fought...maybe even... fucked!
This inexplicably lewd and bold scenario of the horny hydra bowing down before him, with his eager ass presented before his eyes, twitching for the promise of a cock inside it, stirred Zilla like nothing he could've ever imagined, turning timid licks on the outer rim into full, deeper tongue penetrations, and huffed grunts into growls of desire.
That unrestrained hunger for ass hit the hydra like a storm. Limbs frozen in place, snouts stunned with expressions of bliss on their faces and tongues lolling out of their mouths, Ghidorah completely ceased his activities, until Zilla threw him a suggestive glare. Something that said 'you do your job, and I'll do mine.'
Where once were only growls of anger now resonated an orchestra of need. The most troublesome, intense sort of need there was. The need for more! With his nostrils pressed firmly against Ghidorah's tailhole, Zilla's tongue probed the deeper reaches of Ghidorah's musky ass, a place of tightness and heat, perfect for a needy cock to sink into. As he feasted, Zilla dreamed of the day where he would mount Ghidorah. And as he dreamed of that moment, the Hydra made him feel as if he was living it. San the testicle licker let go of his old tricks to imitate the same licking that Zilla performed, his bifurcated tongue stirring a tempest of heat within the nether muscles of the reptile's anus.
Ni, who had kept his tongue from touching the enemy's cock, now coaxed it out of the fleshy shelter it hid in with greedy pulls of his coiling tongue. In his stimulated state, it took very little for Zilla to grow to full mast...a process accompanied by growls that made the work he put on Ghidorah's ass all the more exciting. He grew, bit by bit, his shaft becoming bigger, his ridges, harder. When he finally achieved full mast, he did it inside a hot, slavering maw, with a tongue wrapped so tight it almost felt like an ass squeezing him tight!
A spurt of translucent honey washed out of his phallus, delighting the hydra's already bristling senses. Turning around to look at his own dripping ass, Ichi noticed his own dripping erection staring back at him, wet, needy, just like his Zilla. In that singular moment, he couldn't help himself from doing what males did best.
He thrust, the movement of his hips sending his growing phallus grinding along Zilla's chest. He did it again, and again, each thrust coaxing more of his cock out of hiding until warm, scaly fingers enveloped the better part of it in a tight lovely, unexpected embrace.
"GRAAAAAHHHH!" The rubbing of the many spiky protrusions layered along his shaft sent the hydra's limbs slipping. Much as he tried to catch his balance, the immense pleasure that flared along his entire body once Zilla encased his cock within his paws sent Ghidorah down upon the ground, his ass falling on the only thing that happened to be standing under it in that exact moment.
Zilla's poor, horny, unfortunate snout. All the momentum and the weight made his nether muscles stretch like dough around Zilla's snout, engulfing the top half of it within their tight, constrictive embrace with no room for appeal.
Zilla's eyes widened. Ghidorah remained stunned.
None knew how to proceed, if one should retreat, or let the other do...something!
At least until the touch of a tongue hit the right place. Eyes closed, Zilla took full advantage of the situation to explore the deepest reaches of his enemy's ass. He wriggled his tongue in search of something...something he knew he had too...and he soon found it. That boulder of packed nerves that tensed and trashed with the coming of every release. Perhaps the very source of a male's pleasure. He licked his enemy's very prostate over and over again, making the proud Ghidorah choke on his own bliss. He knew how much Ichi hated feeling weak. And though he resumed his own assault on the bipedal reptile's privates, Zilla pushed, pushed, pushed, his storm of licks culminating with a most resplendent response. A blast of golden lightning to light up the dreary ruined city, followed shortly by three powerful spurts of thick pre-coital fluids painted Zilla's chest whiter than he'd ever been, briefly simmering in the fearsome, yet enticing light show before it all came abruptly to an end.
To Zilla's pleasure dazed senses, it was difficult to comprehend why Ghidorah was suddenly switching positions. Why he denied even a proper taste of his most arousing and drippy cock. Only a couple of quick licks along the base of the shaft left Zilla with a sweet reminder of what this encounter had been before things got back to how they were prior to the sexually entrancing armistice. In no unclear manner, Ichi directed Zilla on his fours, and while a retaliation was possible, Zilla saw little need for violence. Why, he had but look in-between his own legs to see how big his lust for this three-headed bastard had grown into.
Teeth grabbed hold of his neck, hard enough to sting. Zilla closed his eyes, knowing all too well what was about to happen.
"Rahhh!" growls came from behind, not from Ichi, whose jaws already held fast onto Zilla's nape. It must've been San, or Ni, or...both of them? Indeed, their vocal complaints pointed at their displeasure with this one sided decision. Perhaps something could still be done?
Zilla sneaked his tail tip between the hydra's legs, attempting to facilitate the decision for a more mutual mounting experience, but Ichi's toothy grip fastened harder, and before he had any time to object, Zilla's eyes widened as his tail entrance was speared by none other than the cock he had lusted for minutes before, when his snout and divine tongue had the hydra at his complete mercy. Now, control had completely slipped from grasp. Instead of gentle thrusts, he received a thorough rear battering. Instead of licks, the sharp embrace of teeth. For the first few thrusts, he even opposed the penetration with everything he had.
But when you happened to be under a three-headed monster armed with every means to make you compliant to whatever perverted desires they wanted, there simply wasn't much you could do!
With gritted jaws Zilla endured the first thrusts that violated his sensitive sanctuary. He had never known the touch of a cock inside him prior to this moment. Never imagined he'd be taken by none other than his arch nemesis. Though his girth was not greater than his own, Ghidorah was as spiky there as he was on the outside. Three sets of ridges decorated the underside of his shaft and two more on the sides ensured that he would want nothing in the ways of stimulation. For him, every thrust was exciting.
For Zilla...a tad less so. His innate tightness coupled with the sour mood of teeth grabbing the back of his neck got in the way of enjoying this mere act of dominance, but Ichi cared not one bit. He selfishly thrust, thrust, thrust his penis getting a bit harder with each journey, a bit bigger, a bit leakier each time it made a full cycle in and out of the fleshy tunnel he loved so much.
Zilla raked the ground with his claws. The only thing he could do to take his mind off the embarrassing situation. How things had changed. From a proud, clever adversary, reduced to this simple prey. This-
"Mrawwhh..." a gentler growl resounded in his ears, shortly joined by a lighter pitched, yet equally affectionate one. San and Ni, the two other heads, brought their snouts on either side to offer much needed comfort. Be it through licks, nuzzles, the rubbing of scales on scales, or simply their mere presence reminded Zilla of the better things he shared with Ghidorah. Of all the tastes he sampled, the scents he inhaled...the heat steaming under his hardened plates moments before he was forced on his fours like a submissive dog...
San, or Ni, one of the two, for he cared not for specifics in this very moment, gently nudged Zilla to peek between his legs. No. Not as his own erection that throbbed healthily in spite of all the ramming, but at the golden pair of apples that smacked against his own with each of the hydra's hungry thrusts.
Smack. Smack. Smack!
Zilla shuddered. That looked...strangely appetizing. When he had been snout deep in Ghidorah's ass, tickling his depth with his wriggling tongue, he had imagined his own tailhole taking the glorious spire of meat in a similar way in which it plowed him at this very moment...Sharp. Sudden. Hungry with desire for only one thing.
To cum inside him.
The realization that he could enjoy this instead of complaining unlocked something in Zilla. His tailhole became more tender, more accustomed to the thrusts that wracked its frame and splattered the insides of its tunnel with gooey pre-coital fluids. His body, more eager for contact.
And most of all, his own member began to itch with the same need that Ghidorah was now blissfully fulfilling. To thrust. To sink inside something tight and hot.
To cum.
"Arrhhhh!" the hot, blissful heat of sexual desire made Zilla's limbs weak and his eyelids flutter. He looked back once more at those heavy balls smacking against his own. Ripe, big, filled with the sweetest of seed, no doubt...and all of it reserved for none other than him! He knew, right there and then, that he...he kind of liked this.
He even... wanted it.
He wanted to feel Ghidorah's hot semen pour out through that big, beautiful cock and flood the insides of his tight virgin ass.
Closing his eyes, Zilla fully gave himself to the fantasy of being taken. With the combined effort of two of the heads treating him with a veritable storm of kisses, nibblings and what not, it became easy to focus on the good parts of the act. To enjoy the tantalizing tickling of all those sets of ridges, to appreciate the filling feeling of a cock inside him, to love how moist his tailhole became after more than a dozen of thrusts. His ass no longer resisted, but accepted Ghidorah's cock in its earnest.
And to the horny hydra, the wanting embrace of a tight ass was everything he could ever ask for. Much as he tried to contain his faltering strength, Ichi hardly mounted more than a few more thrusts before his resilience broke. Sharp, sudden heat poured out of him, invading Zilla just like a dam that suddenly collapsed in an explosion of unadulterated bliss.
Blasts of golden lightning escaped all three heads as Ghidorah roared, his scrambling legs mounting one final weakened thrust.
But Zilla roared louder. He felt filled, in more ways than one. To obtain the very essence of life from Ghidorah himself, to feel his cock thrum inside him, to hear the sweet orgasmic roar was all too fulfilling for Zilla, whose own member wasted no time in splattering its own essence all over the ground and whose roar resonated even louder across the destroyed city.
Thanks to his own orgasmic contractions, Zilla milked Ghidorah down to the last drop, and though the hydra tried to free himself from the embrace of that tight milking ass on more than one occasion, the ridges which served to quicken his orgasm now anchored him within the fleshy walls of his enemy, keeping him in that tight, milking ass until his spurts became feeble and weak.
Sapped of strength, Ghidorah stumbled back once his cock deflated enough to pull out, dripping his last reserves over his own resplendent golden chest while his heads did nothing but laze back to catch their breath.
Zilla fared no better either. He had a mighty fulfilling ache in his drippy ass...made one hell of a mess on his own belly too, and his member still flopped on and about, too hard to fully retreat back inside its home just yet.
Yet even so, he was the only one able to stand up.
Swishing his tail out of the pool of cum he unleashed over what once was a street bustling with activity, Zilla waved his goodbye to the exhausted, cum-drenched hydra, each step he took leaving a gooey reminder of what transpired in the heart of this once-resplendent city.
***End of Part 1***
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