King of Monsters: Zilla's Revenge
With his pride in tatters, reeking of more than just the stench of defeat, Zilla seeks to turn the situation upside down in order to show that pesky Hydra who really is the King. But first, he ventures into the territory of an old flame...a creature of immense power who might just tip the scales in his favor, along with...other things.
***This story is the second part of a sexy Kaiju Trilogy ***
Description: With his pride in tatters, reeking of more than just the stench of defeat, Zilla seeks to turn the situation upside down in order to show that pesky Hydra who really is the King. But first, he ventures into the territory of an old flame...a creature of immense power who might just tip the scales in his favor, along with...other things.
Story written by me, Siranor
Cover art (c) to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/firael
***King of Monsters: Zilla's Revenge* **
The fog of arousal started to disperse with each step Zilla put behind him and his sexually satisfied nemesis. Oh, how lovely the bastard looked after the deed had been done, splayed on his back like an innocent pup with his cock out, breathing in the cold air through his three sets of nostrils. He had no right to lounge, linger or relax in a territory that did not belong to him. How dared he? Filthy trespasser! Taker of things that were not mean to be defiled by his touch!
Zilla's back plates simmered with crackling energy. He not only gave himself to Ghidorah...but left him there untouched, unharmed, unpunished. What if the bastard had further ideas to ascertain his dominance? What if he claimed the Middle City, a place many times contested between the two of them, as his own?
As he further analyzed the train of events that led to this stew of bad decisions, Zilla grew more unhappy with himself, more eager to fully leave the stench of the Middle City behind. After about an hour of trampling his way towards the Sand-Tipped Mountains, the sun started to rise over the empty fields that were once worked by humans. The smell of their crops and the feel of their soft, tilted earth sinking around his feet, and more so, the resplendent sun that shily peeked over the crests of the distant mountains slowly put Zilla's mind at ease. Why worry about a city, when he had the better, wilder part of the world all for himself?
There was just one problem. A clammy one that had yet to finish dribbling from his tail. A reminder that his scent was no longer fully his own.
Gritting his teeth, Zilla made towards the closest source of water big enough to accommodate his titanic stature. He pushed through the fences that once marked the Large Lake as the property of the humans, then settled his big reptilian butt right in the middle of the stone-circled encased water. A Dam, it was called. He heard the previous hosts speak of it, but what purpose it had beyond bathing, Zilla had no idea of.
Nor did he care to find out.
As he relaxed in the cold water, taken by his thoughts, Zilla paid little mind to the sound of wings or of the shadow that darkened the sky above him. Indeed, he continued rubbing his butt along the stony bed of the Dam by dragging himself from one end to the other, until a well mannered screech finally drew his attention towards his expectant visitor. He -for his scent easily betrayed his gender- was already well acquainted with Zilla. Much to the reptile's surprise, he mantled down so low that he even touched the ground with his beak.
Zilla's worries quickly melted into curiosity. What would put an ex rival in such bright spirits? He strode out of the water to greet Rodan by making himself his equal, walking on his fours until he got close enough to touch his beak with the top of his head, a sign of respect among their kin. They spent a bit more time after that to get better acquainted with each other's scents, as well as their touch.
With the greeting done, Rodan made himself a charred nest of parched ground to rest in while Zilla returned to the lake to further clean himself from Ghidorah's scent, swirling through the waters, rubbing himself on the stones below until his rim started to ache from all that dragging. Rodan must've known something was amiss, for he spread one large wing in invitation. An invitation quickly accepted by a cold, soaked lizard. Curling up under what may have been his only friend, Zilla enjoyed the toasty curtain of warmth that kissed each and every part of his body like the family he never had. Sometimes, when the nights got lonely, he often wondered why there was only one of him in this world. Why one... when humans numbered billions?
It felt a bit unfair. But then again, how was life ever fair to him?
It took a warm gesture of affection to take Zilla out of these dark, lonely thoughts. He gently rubbed his snout along the avian's plated throat, the sound of his churring as lovely as the warm embrace of his fiery wings.
As the water slowly dried up from his plates and warmth crept through the cracks of his indestructible hide, Zilla realized something he always knew. Perhaps he wasn't alone. Not as alone as he led himself to believe...
The two of them exchanged affections. Slowly, surely, one innocent touch here, another there, things started to take a turn towards the unexpected. With his member creeping out of his vent, Rodan shily tried to cover himself up with his wing, but Zilla gave him an encouraging lick, pointing at his own increasingly larger problem. There was no need to be shy when both of them wanted this.
With a submissive caw, Rodan gathered his fiery wings at his sides. He crept along the ground just enough to present his rear opening to his Alpha's eager eyes. Zilla took in his primal scents deep into his nostrils. He could not deny that such a lovely sight stirred the need to strengthen his status in the eyes of the smaller, lesser Rodan.
But he was no Ghidorah, to mount without thinking. Instead of a phallus, Rodan got a tongue, his anus trembling with joyful spasms and his cock spitting its pre-seed as his friend, his Alpha, feasted on the rim of his ass with lust nobody had shown him before.
Zilla didn't stop there. He probed deep enough to make him squirm, and once he made sure he stimulated the fiery wyvern to his utmost, Zilla switched from anal penetration to slurps of the cock that got outright screeches from the poor, aroused creature. Shuddering with need, Rodan pushed back, backing his hungry tailhole into Zilla's erection.
Yet the sly lizard had yet another card to play. Wrapping his agile tail around Rodan's throat, he slowly turned himself around, presenting his own exposed rear to the avian's shocked eyes.
"Kraww! Kraaaaaaaaww!"
No matter how much he flapped his wings or shook his head, Zilla insisted. He didn't stop pushing Rodan's buttons until his large, blazing wings shadowed the world from sight, and his hot, eager cock speared the King of the Monsters right where it counted. Within a heartbeat, blazing flame erupted along his constricting passage together a screech louder than Zilla had ever heard in the avian's repertoire, and it took only a moment for him to realize why.
That indulgent, gooey, slathering fluid that filled his insides with heat strong enough to send him soaring towards the gates of his own peak was, in fact, seed. Rodan's seed. His purest of essences, spilled within the very first thrust. He of course tried to apologize profusely in the absence of his own Alpha's seed, but instead of punishing him, as Ghidorah would've most likely done, Zilla rolled on his back and grabbed the flaming bird with him, squeezing him as tight against his body with his arms as he did down there, with his milking nether muscles.
It took a while for Rodan to spill his last. Once he insistently broke free of the embrace of his beloved alpha, he rushed straight towards the mess he made, his long, eager tongue making short work of all the creamy globs that sneaked their way in Zilla's deepest reaches. The large reptile had his legs widely spread in an upside down position, staring towards the lake, enjoying the lovely feeling of that long nimble tongue scratching at the insides of his ear, but also thinking. A bath would surely do him good after such a wild, messy romp...but then he would smell like himself again. Of anger, and jealousy, and loneliness. Dark things he didn't like to think about. Things he couldn't think about. Not now.
Not while he could rest in the embrace of a friendly fellow Titan a while longer before he would resume his quest.
That of teaching Ghidorah a much needed lesson in who the real King of Monsters truly was.
When the sun lit up the sky to its common light blue of late morning, Zilla departed towards Ghidorah's domain. The cold, dead city of Novagard had been one of the first large battles for dominance between the two of them. At his insistent request, he allowed Rodan to follow from the sky, up until the cold winds of an upcoming blizzard acquired too strong a bite for his fiery nature to endure. Zilla allowed Rodan to retreat to a warmer place, then continued on his own, as he had since the day he grew old enough to contest the dominant creatures of this world.
He found Ghidorah lounging on top of a tower that miraculously still stood upright. His twin tails were comfortably wrapped around the support beams while his heads appeared...bored. They barely even paid attention to the beautiful sunset that lit up the sky into a sea of orange, blue, and indigo colors above them, too lost in their grooming or too busy yawning, as happened to be the case of a third, lonely head.
Zilla announced his arrival with his customary roar. And Ghidorah quickly answered...Though not in the way Zilla expected.
Bounding towards him after a most quick descent, the hydra approached with what seemed to be excitement, the source of it none other than San and Ni, two of the more benevolent heads. Standing his ground, unsure how to proceed, Zilla merely waited...
Waited for the two excited heads to take in his sights and scents. Waited to see whether their hissing leader, Ichi, would do more than show his hostility between barred teeth. He obviously felt a sense of ownership over this city. Something that Zilla could perfectly agree with.
He hissed back, showing the hydra that he would not easily let himself intimidated a second time.
Unfortunately, as it had been the case with their previous encounters, the hissing acts led into another customary skirmish, starting with a slap from Zilla that sent the overly proud Ichi smacking sideways into a nearby building.
Shaking himself off frozen concrete, the angry head saw red before his eyes, latching his many sharp teeth on Zilla's neck with lightning speed. Yet something most surprising happened. Before its teeth even had the time to anchor properly into the hollow little spaces between Zilla's hardened plates, Ichi was violently ripped back by his horns. Snarling at his fellow head, he could do little before the other joined in with a smack hard enough to get a growl out of all three heads at the same time.
With the hydra distracted by its own doings, Zilla wasted no time in toppling it down with a mighty slap of his tail. He took the advantage offered by his higher position to roar at his fallen opponent with all his might. A short lived act of dominance, as powerful wings sent him stumbling back a few steps. Once he regained his balance, Ghidorah launched himself into the air, a place of superiority from which poured no end of insults. Be it from his lightning breaths or the many vocal taunts, Zilla decided he would not leave this bastard alone until he threw him back into the frozen mud that fit all too well on his pristine golden scales. He let himself led across mountains and frozen tundras, then back to the warmer, temperate regions, an endeavor that took many hours and offered nothing in the ways of reward apart from pain in his legs and irritation enough to make his back plates simmer with energy. Perching himself on the enormous statue of a long dead human inside the ruins of what had been yet another glorious human city, Ghidorah flaunted the in-between of his legs to the staring reptile below. He seemed to enjoy it a great deal, displaying his sack and vent so openly. One would think he was being a bit too excited.
As it happened, this bout of excitement attracted the attention of no one else than Rodan, who grappled all three heads within his talons and swept the mighty Ghidorah right from his place of superiority. His meeting with the ground was hardly a moment of pride, but his unceremonious fall was the least of his problems. He was in Zilla's domain now...and the vengeful lizard was all too keen to show him who the real King of Monsters was.
The two of them wrestled in a frenzy of limbs, tails, and vocal anger. Zilla's objective was to make Ichi submit to him for the one sided decision he took when he shoved his big, drippy penis inside a place he was not immediately allowed in, while Ichi had to fight both Zilla and his own fellow heads, fueled by the same desire he had back then. Superiority. Dominance. The need to show he was the strongest being on this earth!
As they maneuvered around each other's attacks, trying to one up their opponent, it happened that a charging attack from Zilla caught Ghidorah in the middle of a dispute between all three heads. The winged creature noticed the charging mass of angry scales too late, and as such, he toppled on his back with the reptilian right on top of his underside. A position of weakness that extended to his enemy, for this position they found themselves in, sack against sack, vent on vent, was nothing but shameful for both Titans. Or at least for Ichi, in Ghidorah's case. His two other heads wasted no time to show their dark scaled, wingless conqueror how eager they were to achieve some manner of peace. First, they covered Zilla under their mighty golden wings. Then, they showered him with affectionate gestures and rumbling pleas for a happier resolution. It was all too...surprising to understand.
Weakness crept along Zilla's scales. Even if his purpose for visiting Ghidorah was vastly different from the embrace he found himself in, he could not deny that the warmth that surrounded him, the hydra's suave scent mixed in with concrete and the ice that started to melt from their combined head, the gentle huffs of the two friendly heads that rang louder than Ichi's nervous hissing all made for an enticing reason to give up his fight. Why not be the better one? Why not choose...a different path? If not for the less lascivious set of stimuli that constantly besieged his wanton desire for revenge, the heat of Ghidorah's sizable balls pressing upon his own made for a convincing argument by itself. He could so easily show this hydra a better side of him. A warmer one.
But the sting of pain on the back of his neck reminded Zilla of how little the hydra thought of him during his first moment of weakness. Of his hard, hungry thrusts, devoid of any ounce of love. Of his breath, ragged from the pressure his jaws applied on the back of his neck. The stench of his lust reaching deep in a place no creature, not even his own tail, had reached prior to that moment.
It was weakness led to the biggest embarrassment of his life. Weakness that made him submit to his enemy!
No more!
Immobilizing the creature by pressing down upon the joints of his wings with his hands, Zilla wrapped his jaws around the base of Ichi's neck. With his only threat completely immobilized, Zilla pressed his peeking, drippy need against the hydra's rim. He hesitated for a moment. Then...he thrust.
Pleasure filled his senses. Hot, dazzling bliss that rushed along his hardening phallus like a river of prickling flames. Ghidorah made no effort to resist. The way his insides enveloped him in their tight embrace, the needy sizzling growls burning in the maws of the two pleasure-stricken heads, the heat that poured all around from his huge enveloping wings...it all felt much better than Zilla had expected. He sank himself inside the hydra's bottom further. Bit by bit, hardening to full mast in the process, until the kiss of their slits and the tight mashing of their balls made Zilla's grip on Ichi's throat lose part of its prior strength.
"Mraaaarhhhhh!" His savage growl was anything but, inviting back the eager affection of San and Ni. Zilla tried to ignore them. He focused solely on his quest, that of pounding Ghidorah's eager ass with three more thrusts, each journey into the hot depths of his needy ass better than the last. It felt almost unfair how good this felt.
Zilla didn't seek pleasure. All he wanted was to show Ghidorah he was the most deserving of the Alpha title.
Yet his time inside Ghidorah hardly made him feel strong, each of his thrusts filling him with exactly the sort of weakness he aimed to purge from his body and soul. Confused, Zilla tried to strengthen his resolve. But where could he draw hatred from? Ichi, whose hateful growl started to smolder into something warmer the wetter his ass became from the pre spilled inside it? San, whose tongue had made a moist mess with all the licks he launched indiscriminately between Zilla and his other heads?
Or could it be Ni? The wise, gentle Ni who aimed to make peace between them both by offering the comfort of his touch in equal measure?
As he stared into all of their eyes, Zilla saw his own loneliness staring back at him. The same need to be accepted, to be comforted, to be loved...the same concoction of feelings he often wrestled with when he wondered why, oh, why could he be the only one of his species in this world. A being blessed with immense strength, but at the same time, cursed to roam this world from one end to the other with no mate to call his own?
With a remorseful growl, he unfastened his jaws from Ichi's neck, tending to the marks left by his teeth with his tongue. Although Ichi's response was a cold, bitter hiss, Zilla paid him no mind. He continued until the ache dispersed within the warm comfort provided by his tongue, then retreated his snout a safe distance away and pulled himself out from the hydra's squeezing tunnel to give Ichi the same thing he had been denied during their first coupling.
The opportunity to choose.
"Hrrhhh." The stubborn head turned his sight away from Zilla. For a moment, the grey reptilian feared he might have done a grievous mistake. But then, without any interference from his siblings, Ichi pointed his snout down at the in-between of his legs and motioned for Zilla to continue what he had started.
It would've diminished his feelings to say that in that moment, he was just pleased. With a joyful purr of bristling desire burning inside his throat, Zilla eagerly nuzzled his way between the three heads. He wanted to feel all of their breaths upon his face. All of their tongues, all of their scales, their combined consent. And while he got a bit less from Ichi than he expected, Zilla was by no means deterred from his task.
He thrust, just like before, but this time, he went in much slower, making sure to tickle Ghidorah with every one of his penile ridges before immersing himself all the way to the vent inside his tunnel. Once he had given him all he had, Zilla was rewarded with the tightest of squeezes he ever received around his cock. A hug just as warm down there as the embrace of Ghidorah's wings was on the outside.
"Mrrhhh," he bumped his pleasure stricken head against Ichi, who responded with a similarly needy growl of his own. Staring into each other's eyes, taking in their different, but enticing in their own unique way scents allowed them to form a bond that could not be understood by mere words, but by action.
Action that came in the form of a sloppy, messy union of their maws. As they parted their jaws and launched their tongues at each other, the once-rivals formed a bridge that allowed all their mutual feelings to spring forth. Friendship, respect, love, admiration, arousal...all that and more flowed along the streams of saliva that cascaded along their busy tongues, patching up the many years of misunderstood conflict with a much deeper understanding. Their teeth, the same tools they once used to show dominance, delivered a different breed of feelings in the form of gentle biting along the underside of a jaw or neck, feelings that filled them both with more than years of strife ever had.
For the first time...they were happy. And they made no pause to show to each other just how much this newfound appreciation meant. After their first kiss left Ichi a panting, dazed mess of bliss, Zilla followed up with the other two heads, showing each the same level of love and respect with his maw as he did to their entire body down below with his cock.
Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, Zilla kept himself going strong, for the last thing he wished was for this moment of pleasure -this little piece of heaven- to come to a brisk end.
But even the greatest moments had to come to a close sometime. There was no preventing that. Only delaying it. And after he had been squirting his need for essence over his own belly for a while, Ghidorah decided he would wait no more.
With wrapped tails forming a tangle around Zilla's own tail, Ghidorah exposed the reptile's soft anus and pressed his largest spike through the gates of his ass just hard enough to penetrate.
Zilla growled, more in surprise than pain. He knew Ghidorah's aim was not to provoke any sort of discomfort, but he didn't fully understand why...
Until a prickling shock made his nether muscles convulse with the most intense kind of pleasure he ever felt in his life.
Zilla's eyes widened as the surge lit up his back plates with the bristling energy usually reserved for his devastating breath. Panicking, he quickly shut his maw from the affection he was receiving from all three heads at the same time, all attacking with their tongues from different angles. While he got a few puzzled stares as to his change in demeanor, Zilla continued to perform his duties as a mate with shuttered eyes and an increasingly more potent growl burning in the depths of his throat. Truthfully, he was afraid. Afraid that an accidental discharge of energy could lead to something he did not want to happen.
Afraid that without want or control, he would tarnish Ghidorah's golden beauty.
But the stubborn hydra had always been too bold to hold himself back. As he resumed loving Zilla in every way he could with his three heads could, his naughty tail kept on attacking from the rear, thrusting in and out of the reptile's rim in the same rhythm as Zilla thrust with his cock. His goal? To stimulate his nemesis into surrendering the precious essence he held onto for far too long already.
With a long huff, Zilla sheltered himself down to his balls within Ghidorah's squeezing halls. He intended to catch his breath from the intense pleasure that started to peel back the layers of his resilience at an alarming rate.
But another shock from Ghidorah completely ruined his plans. With his prostate convulsing with the contractions of finality, blue steam leaked out of his maw. Zilla steeled his jaws and forced himself to endure the ascent of his seed as he worked his hips with a few more jagged thrusting motions. He fucked, HARD. All the while Ghidorah, amidst the growls of his ever-approaching orgasm, kept on teasing him with his naughty tail.
The oppressive tightness of his nether muscles, his wet, delightful heat, the growls and the sounds that came out of his steaming jaws...it was all too much to bear for a poor, horny lizard.
Zilla squeezed his eyes shut. Tears of pleasure trickled down his cheeks. All he wanted was to do his best to pleasure his partner. Even with the pressure slowly building within his loins, his strength, slowly writhing away amidst the potent flood that threatened to escape out of his shaft, Zilla tried to hold his seed from escaping for just a bit longer. But he felt so weak...and the fire within his loins burned oh, so hot...
With one last, leaky thrust, Zilla forced himself all the way inside Ghidorah. His heavy balls smacked against the hydra's head on, but not only that. His penile ridges also flared to full mast, tickling Ghidorah's anus in all the right places, triggering an unstoppable avalanche of pure pleasure from them both.
Unable to hold it back anymore, Zilla thrust his snout towards the heavens, then let go of all the fire that welled up within him with one long, terrific roar of pleasure. Seed burst out of him in a flood; such heavy was the load that it started dribbling down along their hugging testicles almost in an instant.
With the smell of cum filling the air, and a rather big cock lodged in his ass, Ghidorah had no more means to hold back his own orgasm either. With his belly assailed by heavy spurts of his own cum, he panted and moaned, all three heads looking at Godzilla with big, satisfied eyes.
In that singular moment, he was more beautiful than he'd ever been. Fully deserving of all the seed spilled inside his wanting tailhole.
Stuck in his own paralyzing bout of pleasure, Zilla could not fully admire the satisfied look of his partner, but he could smell it, taste it, feel it crackling upon the air. For shortly after Zilla began to spill his essence, Ghidorah joined his golden colors to Zilla's, his lightning mixing with the reptile's beam of cobalt energy in a way not unlike their union down there. Spurt after spurt, squeeze after squeeze, the wanton need to enjoy the act down to their last drop made as much mess on the outside of their bodies as it made inside, the smells of sex and crispy air rising high enough to reach Rodan. The silent watcher squirmed uncomfortably upon the tilted tower he perched himself on. His wings had to help his balance, and such, he had no means to shroud or stop his rapidly throbbing erection from discharging a few spurts of his own sticky need upon the tower's ruined remains. One day, perhaps, he would summon the courage to join the Alphas in their messy, loving, overly loud affairs.
But for now, Rodan made himself content to watch the display from afar, as he'd often done before. He was no Alpha material. Perhaps not even strong enough to be a beta.
Yet...this could have been the only time when he really wanted to be there, with them. Or rather, squeezed between their hot, messy bodies. He wanted to have what they had. To be marked with their scents. To be poked by their cocks. To be adored and spoiled by their tongues. Perhaps...if he summoned enough courage to fly down there... he could even be...loved. Or if not for such grand, wishful gestures, he could settle for something smaller. Something like a lick or a touch.
Something to show him that he too mattered.
***End of Part 2***
Yay, you've made it to the end! If you enjoyed this particular story and wish to show your appreciation, you can **Support me with tasty treats here https://ko-fi.com/siranor0720
**
** Oh, and for those who might be interested in a grand (or naughty) adventure completely tailored to your preferences, please send me a PM so we can talk about your ideas! You can find my commission info here https://www.sofurry.com/view/1428887**
Or, on the other paw, if you happen to wish something short, sweet, and kinky story tailored around a certain theme, visit my Kinktober story market! Lots of juicy kinks are up for grabs