King of All Monster - Chapter 1
#1 of King of All Monster!
Hello, my dear readers!
It has been a while since I have been here... so I decided to talk with two friends to help me with this!
Behind The Scenes now has changed into something different, as you can see, and all of it is thanks to LewdnCrude´s great skills at making a lewd kaiju tale! This is something that I was not able to do... cos I had been busy this days, and I don´t have time to write they way I want to.
So, better let´s get to the story, cos time is short! If you liked the story, please comment ;)
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CHAPTER 1: A CINEMATIC LEGEND
The perks of fame are quite obvious: Boundless wealth, comfortable living, unbridled adoration from the masses. The high life is a good life, and all that is needed to maintain it is to provide all others with what they want. In this case, what they want is unbridled monstrous violence, the devastating conflict of Kaiju brought to life upon the big screen. Few things awe the masses quite like a cinema depicting the ferocious battles between titanic beasts, and thus few things have the power to earn as much money from them as Kaiju films did. And as far as Kaiju films went, there was only one monster who could truly deliver.
Godzilla strides down the red carpet with all the confidence and power expected of a legend. His reptilian maw is curved into a satisfied smile, his multitude of spines gleam with atomic energy and his very posture brims of triumph. He is already a legend in filmography, renowned for the many monster movies he's starred in, famed for the influence he wields over the human populace, and this latest flick only serves to heighten the hype around him. The premier screening has been a massive success, with hundreds of thousands drawn in to see his newest movie, and he leaves it amidst an atmosphere of utmost glee.
Though not quite as gargantuan as his movies portrayed him as, Godzilla still stands high above the crowd, 8'6 feet tall and immensely bulky. His grey body brimmed with scaly musculature, from the saurian arms to the long tail. With a head like a theropod, claws sharper than swords and golden eyes that gleamed with radioactive power, his bestial frame certainly proved impressive than all the little humans cheering around him. The Big G was a powerhouse in every sense of the word, from personality to raw strength, and even if he wasn't as big as skyscrapers, he certainly moved as he was.
This, of course, is in stark contrast to his wife. Whereas Godzilla, ever the King of Monsters, strides forward with power and poise, goading the masses into screaming their adoration, Mothra simply saunters with the elegance of a humble queen. Far more human-like than the reptile, her beautiful face seems to radiate pride as she smiles dazzlingly at the crowd. Her bright blue eyes seemed to shine like stars, her long tresses of orange hair waving like a mystic fire, and even her fluffy antenna come off as adorable. If Godzilla was radioactive fire and might, Mothra was godly beauty and wonder.
Her body is hidden under her wings, elegant lengths of bright colours and exotic patterns, which are folded around her akin to a dress. Though her insectoid arms are free, bronze and shelled in contrast to her white-and-orange fluff, what lays beneath the wings is unseen by the cameras. Mothra is not shy about what she wields, but she comes off as a bit of a tease, and though she may blow kisses and giggle for the press, her expression remains sly as her wings ripple around her body, never letting anyone see what they really want to see.
Godzilla's ride is here, courtesy of his personal chauffer, and what a ride it is. Carrying a hefty irradiated lizard, and a famous one at that, required a vehicle that embodied both sturdiness and status. Henceforth rumbled the engine of the impressive combination of an armoured truck and a limousine, deep blue in colour and with windows tinted pitch-black save for the very front of the vehicle. The chauffer is none other than Jet Jaguar, an occasional co-star of the Big G, and he waves from the front seat of the vehicle, flashing thumbs up and peace signs at any cameras that point his way.
He never opens the door for Godzilla. If I have to drive the scaly fucker around, he says, then he can at least open his own damn doors.
So, Godzilla opens his own damn door. On reaching the limo-truck, as he liked to call it, his claw pulls open the rear handle to grant him entrance, and he politely dips back to let Mothra go in first. Though he may come off as brutish now and then, the saurian was nothing if not stellar towards his wife. Mothra makes a show of swooning in admiration for his chivalry, allowing him her hand on which to nuzzle his snout upon, before she clambers into the truck with a final wave to the crowd. Godzilla follows, though not before he gives the humans one last thing to cheer upon; an impressive display of rearing his head up and breathing a fountain of blue fire.
And then he's inside, tail quickly curling up into the limo-truck before he closes the door, and the Kaiju genre's greatest legend is off on his way home. The elongated reinforced vehicle's engine rumbles as fiercely as the monster himself, and it leaves the cinema behind, leaves the adoring crowds and flashing cameras behind. At last, the King of Monsters can relax, and relax he does, promptly settling himself into the plush cushions of the vehicle's seats, so soft and malleable that even his multitude of spines cannot pierce them.
The innards of the limo-truck are as fancy as one might expect, bearing everything from wine coolers to flat-screen television to state-of-the-art speakers. All of this, coloured in various blues and blacks that come off as glossy in the bright white lights upon the ceiling. It made for a lovely sight, contrasted to the leathery softness of the grey seats, and was testament to the Big G's success. But even all of this, glamorous and gorgeous, paled in comparison to the beauty of his wife.
Free of the public's gaze, Mothra unveils the wings from around her body, exposing the voluptuous wonders hidden beneath. Her body is all curvaceous and sexual as any supermodel, succulently dipping down from torso to waist before splaying out into the impressive wideness of her hips. These in turn accentuated the impressive roundness of her buttocks, akin to grand bubbly masses, topped with the protrusion of her short abdomen-esque tail. From the hips extended her long legs, as shell-like as her arms and quite thick in the thighs, and they certainly aided the way in which she could sway her hips like a seductress.
The soft downiness of white-and-orange fur adds a rather snuggly appeal to her frame, contrasting the bronze hardness of her legs and arms. Her primary arms are human-like, save for the insectoid claws at the end, and below them protruded a slimmer pair of secondary arms. And between them, swelling almightily from her chest, lies Mothra's enormous bosom. She wields truly massive breasts, hefty and perky F-cup masses that were as snow-white as most of her body, contrasted by the bright pink of her nipples. Utterly bodacious, truly awe-inspiring, Mothra's huge breasts seem to jiggle enticingly on her chest even in her seated position, emphasizing her divine allure.
Allure indeed, for Godzilla is already roving his eyes up and down her sensual body. Even with decades passed after marrying the Goddess of Peace, he can never quite get over the awe and arousal he feel whenever he gazes upon her beauty. Every inch of her body seemed to radiate a divine notion of utter allure, from rotund rear to bodacious breasts to exotic eyes, and even the King of Monsters felt completely small before her gorgeousness. Free from the crowds, he could admire her as he pleased, faintly slipping his tongue over his maw as he ogled her.
Of course, Mothra knows how he's looking at her. The sly monster-girl brushes her hair with her claws as she smirks, and her blue eyes gleam as they note Godzilla's awed expression. Not even bothering to sit down, she flexes her wings and stands before her husband with an air of mischief, all but emphasizing the succulent body that he idolises. A sway of her hips, wide and tempting, and a jiggle of her breasts, huge and lovely, before Mothra coos: "Normally I might ask how you felt the premier went, but somehow I get the notion you have other things on your mind."
Even her voice, sweet and light, akin to the soothing chimes of bells, aroused him. For such a lovely and radiant figure, Mothra certainly knew how to infuse every word, every motion, with seductive charm. Godzilla licks his lips again, always so easily enticed, and he rumbles: "It's not really on just my mind anymore."
So she sees; even as he talks, the King of Monsters wastes no time in showing her how her voluptuous frame enthrals him. From his hips, emerging from the dark scaly sheath, comes the thickening length of his penis. Crimson in colour, bulging with increased blood flow and muscular expansion, the blunted tip of his shaft erects before her, impressively quick and physically imposing. Even at ten inches, it still swells, thickening with utmost potency, throbbing with unrestrained desire. As expected of a saurian king, Godzilla wielded quite the massive prick indeed, and it twitched with anticipation for what his wife could do for it.
The Goddess of Peace watches it stand before her with her usual bright-eyed delight, and she herself is left licking her lips as she ogles the Big G's immense phallus. Always so crude, her husband was, getting himself stiff for her when they'd barely gotten ten yards away from the crowd. But then again, that's something she loved about him; no matter what, no matter when, her husband would always be ready to give her a good dicking. Just seeing how big and hard his prick was had her body trembling, had her womanhood quivering, and Mothra proves just as enthralled by him as he is with her.
"So I see. Well, I guess I can save the asking for later..." She purrs softly, and with a flap of her wings, she promptly falls to her knees before the reptile. There is never any hesitation, never any pause; once Mothra desires to serve her husband's cock, she won't be stopped. With stunning speed and impressive devotion, the Goddess of Peace puts her right in front of Godzilla's hips, grasps her huge breasts into her hands and promptly engulfs his prick right between her teats. The great white masses press around his crimson mass, leaving only a few inches protruding above them, and both Kaiju groan in unified pleasure.
Ooh, how Mothra does adore the heat and firmness of his cock, how she loves the sensation of it pulsing amidst the sensitive grasp of her breasts. All four hands grip onto the plush softness of her rack as she presses them more firmly around his dick, making him quiver with delight, as she gleefully grins at the crimson tip poking up between her tits. Simply feeling the atomic warmth simmer against her filled her nerves with an enticing pleasure, enhanced the desire rising within her. The King of Monster's penis never failed to entice her, enthral her, and many times has she wished she could play with it forever.
Godzilla's massive cock proved smooth and firm against her enormous rack, as it always did, and she purrs succulently amidst her gentle rubbing over it. Her hands work together flawlessly, kneading and fondling her massive boobs as she rubbed them against his manhood. As expected from a monster-girl with her kind of rack, paizuri was as easy as pie for her. Even the Big G's big dick was lucky to be able to protrude between them, and yet still its enormity seemed meagre when caught in her cuddly grasp. How the Goddess does love making it twitch, rubbing her breasts upon it, and how she loves it warmth permeating through them.
Maybe she might offer some dirty talk, comment on how her husband's dick seemed designed to snuggle between her breasts, but her lewd desires prove irresistibly enticing today. Another lick of her lips, and she shows her husband just how adoring she is when she dips her head down, opens her lips wide, and sucks the head of his cock right into her mouth. The saurian trembles, giving a low growl of pleasure as he felt her heat take him, and she muffledly groans in bliss as she takes more inches into her. Lips so smooth, mouth so warm, she suckles upon the foremost inches of his phallus with joy, a testament indeed to her affection.
With the King of Monster's cock securely settled between her breasts and in her mouth, Mothra ups the ante of her prompt adoration. Squeezing her huge rack around his length, she bobs her head up and down upon his prick, greedily suckling at its blunted head. Her tongue licks around it, tasting the familiar allure of his musky tang, fiery hot and exotically enthralling. It makes her groan, makes her tremble, and her hands keep working over her breasts as she sucks harder. The Goddess is always easily taken in by her husband's prick, and she shows it in how utterly gleefully she serves his manhood.
Godzilla rumbles with satisfaction as his wife goes to town on his prick, sucking and tit-fucking it with all of her usual fervour. His tail flexes and his inner fire simmers as he revels her tender pleasures, feels his cock lost amidst her soft boobs and sweet mouth. Even in mere seconds, she has him practically quaking under her sexual talent, as she has for so many years. Her mouth working over his tip has his nerves buzzing in bliss, and her breasts quashing over the rest has his phallus rippling with wonder. The Big G could only begin to wonder on how brilliant his wife was at this, but it's hard to think straight when she sucks and tit-fucks so eagerly.
A low purr, exhaling a puff of blue flames, before Godzilla spares a claw to rub through her glossy tresses of hair, gently stroking over her head. She continues blowing him fervently, gutturally cooing in appreciation for his affection, and he's pretty sure she's emphasizing her love for his cock. Certainly a pride-inducing concept, and one he revels in as he continues stroking her, relishing her sexual potency. She keeps those huge tits jiggling upon him, so pillowy and warm, as her tongue laps at his tip, eager to draw out any drops of pre-cum he may have.
"Fuck, you really are a Goddess. A true Goddess of cock-loving..." The Big G rumbled. A crude little joke, one he'd done variations on countless times, but it never failed to make her giggle. Mothra purrs sweetly over his shaft, still unrelenting in how she pleased it and quite in agreement on how much she loved it. Her bright wings flex, her antenna waggle, and she goes harder still on his prick, truly determined to please it to no end until she got what she really loved.
Ah, nothing quite like the hunger his wife and Goddess had for his cock. She could suck without relent for ages, incapable of stopping until she got a mouthful of jizz. Mothra found the taste of his cum as invigorating as his cock itself, and she sought it with all the zeal of gold-diggers and diamond-miners. Sucking harder still, squeezing her breasts more firmly around it, she aims to drive her husband to the brink, make him give her all the cum he had. Few outcomes she adored more than the King of Monsters losing control for her, and few tastier sensations she could think of.
Well, a fortunate aspect of being a radioactive saurian Kaiju was that Godzilla wielded impeccable control over his internal musculature. Amidst the squeezing of her breasts, the fellating of her mouth, he could feel his dick tremble with a primal urge, feel its very innards contract in readiness. Just as he could breathe fire on demand, he could easily cum anytime he wanted for his wife, and in light of her greed, he felt he ought to indulge her promptly. So, with a rumble and a gleam in his spines and eyes, Godzilla does exactly that.
Mothra's moans of pleasure escalate to guttural groans of happiness when his cock potently pulses between her breasts. The tip throbs in her mouth, upon her tongue, and then it's hosing out a stream of hot viscous cum, spewing it all throughout her mouth. The Goddess of Peace is left whining with glee as she feels her mouth fill up with seed, so warm and tangy and even spicy, laced with atomic energy. It's utterly enthralling, utterly glorious, and she keeps kneading her tits around him to milk out more and more of his cum.
Relishing his taste, the texture, Mothra swallows down the first load and greedily welcomes the next, trembling in delight as her husband orgasms for her. His snarls of pleasure reverberate through the limo-truck as he jizzes into her eager mouth, and she welcomes every second of it as she takes it all. Her claws knead her breasts lovingly, keeping them jiggling upon his prick to goad more semen out of him, and every drop that comes is swallowed without remorse. Ooh, how she craves it, loves it, and her eyes outright cross in bliss as she slurps down every bit.
The Big G has to give credit; she sucks like a vacuum, making sure not even a single droplet escapes her lips as she guzzles down spunk. Her breasts continue massaging him, her tongue keeps on lapping, and she sucks down everything he has to offer. All the while, her sweet coos of bliss radiate from her, testament to her carnal glee, and it's as succulent as her fellatio. Sometimes Godzilla has to wonder exactly what he did to deserve such a perfect bride, but he's assuredly thankful for it. His growls of satisfaction keep going as she sucks down his seed, the fusion of blowjob and titjob proving ever so perfect, and strokes her hair all the more affectionately.
Eventually he's done, given out enough to give her a good taste, and the Goddess licks at him for a moment longer before she deems herself satisfied. Releasing his shaft from her mouth, she gives a faint gasp as she comes free from his musky taste, purring sweetly as she revelled in her debauchery. Her stomach churned cheerfully at its creamy feast, her breasts tingled delightful upon his shaft and her pussy ached down below, wet and needy. Even just this playtime was enough to have her cunt feeling desperate for the King's cock itself, and that just made her shiver with pleasure.
Her sister called her a nymphomaniac. Mothra was inclined to agree.
No sooner has she finished licking her lips clean off the last vestiges of salty taste, she gazes up the scaly length of his body and grins sweetly at him. Her blue eyes gleam with desire, her smile conveys sultry desire and her body trembles with lust. The glorious image of a perverse Goddess, and one Godzilla finds absolutely stunning, before she speaks in that melodic chime of hers: "So, how does the king fare against the god? You think you're ready to talk about the premier now, or would you rather see how long you can last?"
Godzilla snorts, amused as ever by her mischievous challenges. Most were often hesitant to so much as joke with the King of Monsters, intimidated by his size and power, but Mothra could care less for how mighty he was. He loved that about her, and thus was all too happy to play her game: "Mm, talking about premiers would be fun... but I think I'd have a better time having you ride on my dick."
Well, not like she expected any other answer. Mothra gives a bright laugh, and as swiftly as she had first embraced his shaft between her breasts, she flaps her wings and hops up onto his lap. Before she's even finished securing her arms onto him and spreading out her legs, she has her hips pushed down to his and takes the slick head of his dick right into her cunt. The moan of ecstasy she gives on feeling his immense girth splay her was intense, matched by his snarl of relief, and then she's pushing herself down, taking more and more of his enormity inside of her.
Never hesitating, never backing down. The Goddess was devoted to the King, most certainly, and she'd take his cock again and again until either she or he had outright keeled over. Gripping onto his bulky scaled frame, the voluptuous monster-girl moans louder still as she takes him all inside of her, engulfing all ten inches of stocky shaft right inside of her wet sex. Years of their fervent fuckery had made even his massive length all too easy for her to take, and she wastes no time grinding her soft feminine frame against him as she revels his dick inside of her.
His own claws hug around her curvy waist, and Godzilla rumbles with desire as he coerces her to shift upon his prick. She does so with a gasp of glee, her massive breasts sensually quashed against his chest, and she moves upon him as slickly and smoothly as could be expected for a godly gal. Her wings flex, aiding her movements and breezing cool air around him, and her eyes shine brighter with bliss as she relishes his shaft. t's all the more glorious inside of her, filling her, using her, and how desperately she craves to have it fuck her all the way through this trip.
Certainly did they enjoy their success, and the more did they enjoy their passion. As the lime-truck smoothly drove all the way back home, Godzilla and Mothra maintained their lewd indulgence, carrying out their fuckery all throughout the trip. Again and again, the busty gal gleefully bounced upon his shaft, wailing with joy as she rode him with all of her might, and all the while the Big G was left enthralled by her hot wetness upon him. Her pussy was truly divine, succulently rippling and sliding over every inch of him, engulfing him so easily, and how it had his whole body practically ablaze with passion.
Fame had its benefits, assuredly, but none could ever compared to a girl like Mothra, and to the other girls whom still had their reunions to come.