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It came crashing down. From his perspective, it was like the ground came at him, dangerously fast, until his head slammed hard against miles of concrete. To the much smaller creatures looking at the show, it seemed like a gigantic meteor had fallen on their devastated city. Minimal as they were, practically ants to his bright amber eyes, he recognized in their faces a mix of awestruck and terror. They always looked at him like that, no matter how much he fought to protect them. But for once, those looks weren't meant for him.

Godzilla let out a roar as a powerful jaw clamped harder around his neck. The once mighty king of monsters was suddenly brought to submission. A gigantic reptile covered in thick black scales, bulging muscles hiding underneath, throbbing with excitement and thirst for battle. A truly colossal figure whose very presence intimidated most; and those who dared rebel against such a beast would meet a swift end from tail, claw and fang. To picture a creature of such magnitude ever defeated sounded almost impossible, yet the piercing pain in his neck served as a grim reminder of the reality he now faced.

He looked up, his eyes tearing away from the humans beneath him for the first time. Just in time to see those glorious golden wings expand to their full span, crackling with lightning and glowing against the darkening skies. Three long necks coiled around his body, each shining menacingly from the electricity coursing through their skin, holding him in place as their heads bit fiercely. Fangs pierced his skin in his neck, his shoulder and his chest, and he felt their power as if he tried to fry his nerves. It wasn't painful, but numbing; so much, it made him miss the pain.

The pressure in his neck subsided, and he felt the sharp fangs abandon his skin. With a growl, he looked up, just as the middle of those monstrous three heads rose to the sky. A reptilian entity, just like him, covered in shining golden scales and with horns and spikes sprouting from all over his skull. And eyes that seemed to be made of fire, looking down at him with a joyous glint. If he was a monster, then Ghidorah was no doubt a demon. And from the way he snarled at his defeated prey, a sadistic one.

A sharp screech, not meant for him, but to the side. Godzilla followed the direction his enemy looked and saw the remaining two adversaries nearby. Rodan, that wretched bird of fire, his webbed wings spread in victory, despite the multiple wounds from which seething magma oozed out. And under his feet lay Mothra... Godzilla's eyes widened at the sight of his most loyal, most beloved companion, defeated. The giant moth let out a weak cry, her body held in place by her opponent and her wings, once patterned after bright amber eyes, now charred beyond recognition.

The sounds of battle that once surrounded them were now drowned by the silence instead. His defeat was no longer a possibility, but an undeniable truth. Despite his best efforts, he was bested by his greatest enemy at the very end. The king had fallen, and the crown now rested atop three horrific heads.

The pressure on his neck returned, and the sharp teeth pierced his flesh again. Letting a weak roar out was all he could do as the strong necks tightened around him. Their hold was strong enough that, even in his best conditions he would've been unable to set himself free. As he was right now, he had no choice but to let them squeeze him, pulling him off from the ground as the majestic golden wings flapped. Ghidorah's gargantuan thighs pushed against the ground and the beastly dragon rose into the sky, soaring by the second, with the former king in his coils.

The world became smaller. The city Godzilla had fought so valiantly to protect became smaller and smaller. The looks from the humans became little more than a distant memory. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness, before the eternal storm closed around the three-headed demon that created it, was the fiery visage of Rodan as he followed his new king, with the defeated Mothra in his feet.

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Godzilla woke up from the impact. His body was tossed so hard against the stone, it jolted him awake. Sleep, the last moment of respite he could get, the last hope of recovering some of his strength for a comeback, was taken away from him. When his eyes opened, they landed on the golden dragon right away, watching him from a safe distance, hiding in the shadows. Only the left head dared to move a few inches forward, but the middle one pulled it back right away.

He couldn't take his eyes off his enemy, but his first instinct was to investigate his new surroundings. Without letting Ghidorah out of his field of vision, the former king looked around the strange alcove he was in. They were completely surrounded by stone, going high up by several miles. On top, there was an opening, and the sun shone brightly into the cave through it. But the sound of thunder made it evident that they were in the eye of the storm Ghidorah had created.

Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw multiple holes on the walls, all of them in varied sizes, but each one big enough for the golden dragon to go through. A lair designed for him, and surely made by the hands of the many creatures that were now under his control. A growl escaped the reptile's mouth, rumbling through his chest as the spikes on his back lit up one by one. The air around him distorted as blue light glowed in the room, and the reptile let a powerful stream of energy out of his jaw, aimed at the shadows in which his enemy hid.

But Ghidorah didn't cower. He met his attack head on, lightning bolts shooting out of his three mouths and colliding with the former king's blast. It didn't take long for Godzilla to be overpowered, and the dragon's attack threw him against the wall. When he tried to look up, the middle head was already biting his neck, pinning him to the wall, with fiery eyes wide open. There was a strange eagerness in them, as if he was waiting for the lizard to do anything at all to incur his wrath, give him a reason to snap his head clean off.

But they all stopped when the first roar left the reptile. Soft and slurred. Even Godzilla himself was shocked by the sound. And even more when the middle head let go of his neck, seemingly abandoning his efforts to look down. Only then, by following his eyes, did the reptile notice the trembling coursing through his body, and the jolts of pleasure traveling up from his crotch. And he also noticed his enemy only having two heads.

It all had the same answer. The third head, the left one, went down and dove between Godzilla's legs. His nose flared as he wandered all over, looking for the source of a smell neither of his siblings had noticed. Perhaps it was that same curiosity what caused him to lick at the lizard's crotch, causing those strange sensations to go through his body all over again. Electricity, far different from that of Ghidorah's blasts, traveling all the way to the tip of his claws, suddenly clouding his brain as the forked tongue came across a small, thin opening, a slit of sorts. He didn't doubt a second on going in.

The middle head snarled at his brother, rearing back for a lunge. His mouth opened, fangs ready to strike, until the right neck slithered its way between them. The middle head roared in defiance, but the right one remained calm, nuzzling his sibling and guiding him to look at his enemy.

Godzilla was in bliss. His tongue lolled out and the amber eyes rolled back into his skull. His chest rose higher with every lap the left head took at his slit, and he couldn't help the roars and whimpers that escaped him afterwards. It was overwhelming, and his legs shook from the intensity of the sensations. The only thing keeping his enormous body from giving in to gravity was his own beastly pride. He couldn't fall in front of the dragon; he wouldn't allow himself. But when the left head pushed his snout into him, he had to hold to the stone behind him.

His slit was suddenly spread open. Ghidorah's left head only went in a minimal distance, enough to slip his nose inside, desperately looking for the source of that smell. But that was enough to make the giant lizard tremble in excitement and euphoria. His sensitive walls were suddenly invaded, coated by the warm breath, and his body trembled. Then the same forked tongue lashed out, licking a certain tip, and another roar escaped the former king. By the time the left head pulled out, a pink, pointy piece of flesh poked out of the slit, following him.

The middle and right head had been looking at this development in silence. And they now stared with the same attention as their sibling started licking the tip of Godzilla's length with surprising hunger. The middle one stared at it intently, with a mix of jealousy and furious lust, but the right one went back and forth between them and the former king. Godzilla looked as if he was going through paradise. And then the left one got impatient and forced the rest of his manhood out, causing the lizard to let another roar out.

For the first time, all three of Ghidorah's heads had the same reaction. They all stopped in their tracks to stare at the gargantuan cock in front of them. Truly the rod of a king, it must've been several feet long, and over half as thick as each of Ghidorah's necks. The middle one's anger only seemed to grow, while the right one looked away, choosing to focus on the former king's face. The left one, however, beamed with excitement as it went down and swallowed it all in one go.

The jealous glint on the middle's eyes only grew brighter, and he roared at his brother to stop, but his orders did little to curb his enthusiasm. The right one, however, saw Godzilla going into overdrive from the sensations. The lizard roared and growled, head aimed towards the open ceiling as his manhood was sucked with hunger he never thought possible. His brain flooded with a million sensations, just as Ghidorah's mouth flooded with his pre alone, after centuries of pent-up. It all came out thanks to the dragon's expert mouth and tongue, lashing at every sensitive spot in the former king's rod, no matter how small it was.

The middle head kept roaring, but he didn't dare pull his brother away. Through their connection, he shared part of the sensations, and they caused his own loins to heat up, and his own erection to press against his slit. The arousal kept him from stopping the left head, and instead encouraged him to join in. He looked at the right one, hoping for a voice of reason in this sudden turn of events, but it was just as said brother lunged at Godzilla's chest, biting with the same perceivable excitement. His tongue dug deep within the scales, licking at the flesh beneath them, relishing at what he found. Firm muscles, from millennia of fighting countless adversaries. A show of the former king's strength, and one that guided him to the perky nipple in his scales. A single lick and a bite were all it took for Godzilla's roars and screams to turn louder, his trembling to pick up and his member to shake and shoot thicker globs of pre, which the left brother was quick to swallow.

The middle one was shocked. To see his left brother give in to his own curiosity and arousal was nothing new, but the right one? He could barely believe it, even if it was happening in front of his eyes. But the way the heat spread through his body, the way his own willpower started to cave in... And it was all caused by Godzilla's sorry state; to see him in such a position, giving his body up for the dragon to do as he pleased, gave him such a rush. His ancient enemy, at his mercy. As his brothers tortured Godzilla's body, the middle head reached forward and roared at him, watching the former king turn into a quivering mess from the way his body was thoroughly treated. And all Ghidorah could think of was what else he could do to make the great king of monsters lose what little dignity he had left.

Yes, he didn't want to just defeat him and leave it at that. He wanted Godzilla broken and whimpering like this at his feet. That thought was what truly made his blood boil. With a roar, he made the right head pull back from his meal. The left one needed a more forceful pull to let go of their prisoner's dick, but a quick jaw snap was all it took to get him back on track. All it took afterwards were a couple growls, and Ghidorah's side heads ignored the meal in front of them only for a second.

Godzilla watched it all through his haze. His body, punished by the fight, desperate for any kind of comfort, had easily given in to his rival's treatment. The touch from their lips and mouths was a heavenly blessing in his tired muscles. And when it stopped, all the former king could do was whimper and beg for them to go on. Needy, angry, horny... He was that ad more, but there was something telling him he was in no position to demand any of those things from the new king. Instead, he stared in silence as Ghidorah's side heads went down to his own crotch, the left one already licking between his behemoth thighs as his nose flared again. He could feel the same smell again; a smell that both, him and Godzilla were starting to become aware what it was.

A lick was all it took for the dragon's slit to open. Perhaps because he was more willing, perhaps because his arousal was that much stronger than the lizard's. It was irrelevant why it was, as Godzilla's mind could only focus on the two massive roads that started sprouting out of him. A bright pink that seemed to shine from the sunlight, that seemed to crackle with the electricity coursing his entire body. They weren't nearly as thick as his own road, but they were just as long; and on behalf of being two, they already beat the giant reptile. Something in his mind told him these magnificent rods, these great examples of manhood, were the sign of his true alpha; a primitive part of his brain screaming at him, telling him that his new ruler had already given him a role in his new hierarchy, and that these glowing members were the only thing he had to concern himself with from now on.

It was only through that lingering pride that Godzilla managed to stay up. A king isn't something so easy to break, even by his own thirst. But Ghidorah didn't mind. The gears in his brain were already moving in ways more sinister than the lizard could even imagine. He didn't need the former king to kneel. All he did was step forward, closing the distance between them until Godzilla's fat cock was lodged between the dragon's twin ones. He saw in the amber eyes a hunger that yearned to be eased. And he saw the same lustful desire reflected on his own.

Powerful hips pushed forward. Strong thrusts caused the giant reptile to roar in bliss as his rod was squeezed between the twin lengths. And Ghidorah was quick to join in: The left head stared at their lengths, nosing them as he let kept his mouth agape, screeching in joy; the right one clenched his teeth, grunting and growling from the depths of his chest, feeling the electric charges crackling through his body; and the middle one roared like mad, his voice as loud as Godzilla's own, biting his neck and pinning him back down to the wall. Fangs pierced flesh once again, but this time they met no defiance from his enemy. Instead, he pushed back against the twin members, and one of his hands reached and held the head of his new ruler in place.

And just as he did, Ghidorah's wings spread open and he jumped back into the shadows. The left head reached forward, almost pouting as he was denied his fun, while the right one huffed in frustration. But the middle one stared at Godzilla, watching the former king finally fall to his knees in front of him, defeated and still yearning for the dragon's lengths. Even on the ground, he reached forward, desperate to get hold of any piece of flesh he could find, but it was all to no avail.

For the first time, Ghidorah felt satisfied. But at the same time, he wanted more. He wanted the former king truly broken. And with a booming roar, he would make it happen.

Godzilla didn't understand why his new alpha would scream like that. Were his actions not pleasing enough? His own cock throbbed with incredible arousal, but he couldn't see if the dragon's did the same in the darkness. He didn't want to please Ghidorah, but his instincts drilled into him that it was his role, his duty. That he had little choice in the matter, and he believed them.

Until the heavy crash on the ground, and the cloud of smoke and dust that rose from the bottom of the cave. The reptile's sight was blocked, but he could still hear the crackling of the dragon's electricity, as well as a familiar screech somewhere in the distance. But as the dust cleared out, his attention was taken by something else, on the ground in front of him. The object that had fallen revealed itself, ad the lizard's amber eyes widened in recognition.

Lying in front of him, was the defeated Mothra. Her glowing eyes and the soft coat of fur had grown dull. The once majestic wings had been reduced to a mere memory, as all that was left of them were burned bits. And with a weak cry, she reached towards Godzilla with one of her legs, begging her beloved king to save her.

New instincts flooded Godzilla's mind. Furious instincts, awoken by the sight of his beloved queen, injured. A spark of rebellion, of anger and bloodthirst that set on fire every thought he had for the three-headed dragon, save for one: To tear and maim each one of his heads. A powerful, earth-shattering roar left the king of monsters, his head rearing up as his spikes lit up one more time. From the depths of his throat, blue light and fire started bursting, ready to push out with a new wave of power.

But his mouth was clamped shut by fiery claws, and his body was tossed and turned all over, until he was pinned to the ground. For one second, amber eyes landed on his beloved queen, and sorrow and shame started to well in his heart. But his eyes then focused on the same crimson limb that pushed him down, going up towards its dreaded owner.

Rodan stood in front of him. The traitorous creature, his wounds barely healed and yet he dared to spread his wings as if in victory over the former king. Any other time and it would've taken no effort from Godzilla to put this fool in his place, but he was still tired from his defeat at Ghidorah's hands. He had no choice but to accept defeat, even against a weakling such as this.

But last of all, his eyes landed on the hardened piece of meat swinging between the fire bird's legs. A short, fat dick, black like coal and with veins shining with literal magma, right in front of him. The spark of defiance that remained on made him roar against his opponent, but Rodan screeched back and pinned him back to the ground, until the former king lied on his back. A pair of legs landed between his head, and the erect member was left dangling in front of his face, with only the bird's angry eyes to tell him of his duty.

Another weak screech and Godzilla turned around. And just as he feared, Mothra was now between Ghidorah's jaws, pinned down and held in place, her eyes right in front of the giant lizard. They gazed at one another for a second, before Godzilla's eyes wandered to the middle head that held his beloved queen in place. Those demonic eyes stared at him, warning him. And the former king realized he, once again, had no choice.

He barely opened his mouth before Rodan held him in place, pushing in. Without a care in the world, the bird shoved his entire chode all the way into the lizard's mouth, reaching as far as the back of his throat and making him growl and gag. But he just held it in, screeching in excitement at the difficulty he had taking his dick. Something akin to a laugh. The sound only inspired more of that defiance in Godzilla, but it only made his impotence hurt more.

By the time his gagging ended, and he finally got used to Rodan's dick, the bird pulled it all the way out just to smack him with it on the face. Godzilla roared at him, only for the bird to screech back. It was as far as his rebellion could go without risking Mothra's safety, and the cock went back on his mouth right away, as if to shut him up. It would be so easy to just let out his atomic breath right then, vaporize the bird's crotch in one go and watch him thrash about desperately, but it was the same end result as anything else he could do while the giant moth was under his enemy's grasp.

The humping started. The former king had been turned into a glorified cock sleeve, and this bird would be the first to feel him. His length was shorter than his and Ghidorah's, but it was just the right size to poke the back of his throat with each thrust, and Rodan's insistence on pushing as far in as possible each time didn't help matters. And it was thick, and hot. Like a volcano, and real magma pushed out of him in small globs, just like his own pre had pushed out into Ghidorah's mouth earlier. Globs that he had to swallow, feeling them go down his gullet, heating his body and making him tremble in a mix of shame and unwanted arousal.

The bird screeched and his head looked upwards, much like the king had done before, when his own length was sucked. The pleasure he had felt then was incomparable to anything he had felt before. And somewhere in his head, he realized he was making this beast feel the same thing. The dragon, his new alpha, growled near him, heads slithering their way nearby as he held the magma rod between his lips. His voice spoke to him, to his most ancient instincts, to his new role. And without realizing it, the former king started sucking harder.

Rodan's humps became faster almost right away, wings falling to the ground as he needed the extra leverage. With his new angle, driving his cock into Godzilla was surprisingly easier, yet the lizard's forceful sucking made it harder for him to pull out each time. The lava seed kept gushing out of him in small shots that the reptile swallowed instantly, his body growing hotter by the second, his lips and jaw getting numb from the heat, yet unable to stop.

And then, Ghidorah's roar again. The dragon let go of the defeated Mothra and the middle head screeched at her. Godzilla saw it, knowing any other day his queen would've tried to fight back. But today, all she could do was kneel in fear. Her eyes darted towards the lizard, only to look away almost immediately, and she weakly limped her way to the back. If he knew the dragon as he did by now, then Mothra's body would be used to please him. How he yearned the touch of his queen again, to feel her insides around his rod... It would be such a bliss.

But Godzilla didn't know Ghidorah. Not enough, at least. And instead of the soft lips around his erect member that he was hoping for, that he expected, he felt a sharp, pointy object push under his tail, searching... Until it came across the tight hole underneath, pushing in slowly.

His eyes shut open. But before he had a chance to struggle, Rodan held his head in place and started humping harder and faster. Godzilla was no longer sucking and was in fact coughing from the chode in his sore jaw, but it didn't stop the bird. Nor did it stop Mothra from pushing her stinger inside his virgin ass, holding to his legs as she shoved it further in. Godzilla's inner walls spread for the first time, and a pained roar rumbled from the depths of his chest and throat, vibrating around the seething member. It only made Rodan hump his mouth harder, his seed getting hotter in the process.

Soon, Godzilla couldn't hold it in anymore. The magma pouring from the bird's cock was so much, so hot, he started spitting it out. It rolled down his cheeks and chin, coating the fire bird's crotch into a hot mess, sticking to his legs as much as it did to the former king's face. But even worse was the stinger pushed inside him, thick and hard, forcing its way as deep into him as it would go. In no time, it reached a soft spot in his hole, something sensitive that made his cock tremble and shoot pre like mad. He felt the substance falling on top of his scales, his belly suddenly covered. Yet, the pain and the burn in his ass didn't subside; his entire boy went into overdrive, and the sensation only worsened. And the soft screeches from the giant moth doing this to him were the worst part of it all.

Godzilla watched to the side as much as Rodan's hold would allow him. And there he saw him, Ghidorah, no longer hiding in the darkness. He stood close enough to get every bit of the action, and he was relishing in it. His members were hard and throbbing, during the second the former king saw them before they were engulfed by the left and right head. They were both enthusiastic in their labor, growling and purring in the process; the left one excitedly sucking away with as much gusto as he did Godzilla before, while the right one took a slower approach, yet still as determined.

But it was the middle head that took the lizard's attention. His wicked snarl remained, but it broke away occasionally as a pleasured roar made its way out of his mouth. He nuzzled both his siblings' necks, and more than once he gently pulled them out to lick their snouts, before prompting them to return to their task. To think a creature so evil could have such tender, passionate moments of mating, while he was forced to take in other creatures, trying to keep his composure, his reason. He vehemently refused to believe that the torture he was being put to could bring him any pleasure, but his body said otherwise as it shot ropes of pre all over his chest. And he knew that was the part that truly aroused Ghidorah.

Mothra's stinger had long reached as deep as it could go inside his ass. Every thrust she took inside him was another rub at that sensitive spot inside him. His claws sank into the rock under him as he desperately tried to keep from cumming, as one last of defiance to this new alpha's challenge. If anything, keeping his sexual endurance would mean he wasn't yielding to the dragon. But it only became harder and harder as her constant ramming got faster, more forceful. She knew exactly how to rile up the lizard's spots, and he was losing the battle because of it.

But surprising everyone present, the first to finally cum wasn't him. Instead, Rodan's thrusts became slower out of nowhere. Stronger too. Each one saw his cock diving as deep and far in Godzilla's mouth as possible, and he roared and screamed with each. The former king gagged again, unable to take his length all the way with such force behind it. But it didn't last much longer; just a couple more humps and the magma got thicker, hotter- The hottest, actually! So hot, Godzilla roared just from the seething flames going down his flames. But that didn't make Rodan stop. His cock erupted, streams of magma flowing out of his tip and filling the reptile's mouth in a matter of seconds, until it started dripping off the sides of his mouth and chin, just like before and yet more. The king swallowed as much as he could but even then, he was no match for such a constant flow. It just went down his gullet, his face, his chin, always pushed up and bubbling all around.

But despite how much he kept pushing out, Rodan refused to pull out. Godzilla only had a moment of calm once the bird's orgasm subsided, and his flow finished. Only then did he take his length away, letting it rest on top of the lizard's muscular chest and watching as the last few droplets of magma landed on his scales. Once free, Godzilla's first reaction was to spit as much of the burning seed he could. He coughed from the burning in his throat left by the hot cum. And once again, Rodan let out those mocking screeches, his fiery eyes never tearing away from the submissive lizard beneath his feet.

But Godzilla didn't have a single second to recover his missing strength. He fell back on the ground, head against the hard rock, hoping he could at least pass out and recover some of his power. But it was a distant dream. Another ram deep in his ass forced a roar out of the former king, and Rodan moved out of the way just enough for his eyes and Mothra's to meet once again. The queen's long stinger dove deep into her king's hole, striking it with enough power to make the reptile's body tremble. And all he could do was stare back as she went back in, listening to her sorrowful cries. Whenever their eyes met, she looked away, unable to look at her king in such state.

And Godzilla did the same, not in shame but in anger. In anger towards the demonic golden dragon looking at them from the side. Ghidorah's side heads were busy sucking his twin erections, now with the same enthusiasm, and the middle one nuzzled Rodan affectionately, as if to reward him for his work. But those bright crimson eyes never abandoned the reptile. Deep in them was the thirst, the need to watch the former king lose what little dignity he still desperately held on to. He didn't want to just be the alpha; he wanted Godzilla specifically to recognize him as such, to give in to his body's screams and let the dragon rule over him in his new role.

And that same beastly pride, that vanishing instinct of dominance, was what made the former king defy. He clawed at the rock, his entire body going tense, as he held back his own orgasm as much as possible. Anything to not show subservience, to not break in front of the dragon. Even if Mothra's stinger rubbing against that sweet spot felt impossibly good, he held on. He refused to lose.

Ghidorah got the message. His middle head was now ignoring Rodan, despite the bird's attempts to get his master's attention. He was going back and forth between Godzilla and his throbbing member, watching his face distort with shameful pleasure, and his cock ooze every drop of pre it could produce. Yet, that was all that happened. Not once did the reptile cum. With a furious snarl, the middle head tossed Rodan to the side, rushing to his enemy as the bird scurried to the wall. Only the left head, in his boundless curiosity, approached him to continue their nuzzling.

The right head remained silent, but still grabbed Mothra by the scruff between her wings and tossed her aside. Godzilla leaned forward with a mighty roar, but Ghidorah's middle head screeched at him harder. The reptile landed back on the ground, intimidated, as his neck was held between the dragon's fangs. The force from his jaws was extreme, as usual, and his skin soon started giving in, pierced by the sharp teeth. Godzilla wildly clawed at the long neck, but he only met the hard scales, unable to push through them. His strength drained as the dragon's bite grew stronger, eyes looking at him, daring to go on. He would rather this defeat than submitting to his enemy, fighting against every survival instinct that told him to cave in.

But a screech got their attention, and Ghidorah let the reptile's neck go. He looked up with another snarl, and the weakened lizard followed his gaze. The left head had gone further from just nuzzling Rodan, and the bird's fat member was now lodged between his lips. His eyes were closed as he bobbed up and down, growling in delight and letting out just enough magma to coat down the length. And his servant's screeches were filled with monstrous bliss, wings folded in submissively, eyes never tearing apart from the head giving him such treatment.

The middle one snarled and growled, but through his body he shared on his brother's arousal. He found himself unable to break them apart, and unable to stop watching. All he could muster was a quick glance towards the right, who seemed just as enticed by the sight. And he ignored his brother to look at Mothra, lying on her back in front of him, legs open in an offering position. His nostrils flared at the new aroma wafting around the room, much sweeter than what he sensed from his own loins or the reptile's ones, and allowed himself to be guided by it. Slowly, the right head ended buried beneath the short white fluff, his cold nose pushing against the moth's warm, soft lips, and his tongue already lapping at the small opening, getting soft, pleased cries from her.

The middle head admired his brother's actions and felt his own arousal growing. Somewhere in his brain he got pieces of both, the intense heat from Rodan's seed and the sweet, almost intoxicating flavor of Mothra's pussy. A low cry came out of him, a mix of defeat and desire that guided him lower, towards his enemy's still erect member. The smell alone was exuberant, and a quick lick at the puddle formed in his stomach showed him how exquisite the lizard could be. Their eyes met once, never tearing apart, and Godzilla recognized the wicked need in the dragon's orbs.

Before he could do anything, Ghidorah had already swallowed his length whole. The roar that was meant to defy turned into a sign of pleasure, into a scream of gratitude for his new master. And with surprising expertise, the middle head's tongue rolled all around it, lapping away at every bit of flesh it could find and making the reptile shiver. He poked the tip, playing with the slit and pushing against it, keeping the flow of pre blocked only for it to burst in his mouth. And he swallowed audibly, just to see how the lizard reacted to his seed being drained out of him.

Godzilla tried to look anywhere else, away from those fierce, terrifying eyes, but wherever he tried, there was only more of him and his debauchery. On one side, the left head sucking Rodan off, the bird already down on the ground as his hips buckled upwards uncontrollably. He emptied himself for who knew how long in Ghidorah's mouth, and the dragon was skilled enough to swallow every drop without a problem. The long trails of volcanic seed going down the bird's length and sticking to his crotch were let out on purpose. Globs of lava that the dragon kept in his mouth, rolling from cheek to cheek, only to slowly push them out. Playing with the magma coming out of his victim's cock while continuing to suck, causing the bird to be unable to react.

And to the other side, the right head now practically hidden away within Mothra's fur. He was diligent, serious and skilled, and he remained unnervingly focused on his task. Not even once did he try to look up like his brothers did; he stayed on top of the moth, eating away at her sweet lips, rolling his tongue around her, playing with her clit and pressing it, flicking it to make her wings tremble and her cries grow sharper. Godzilla saw his queen being treated with such skill, receiving so much pleasure from his enemy; more than anything he could ever bring her. And Mothra in turn looked at Ghidorah with a glint in her eyes that he couldn't recognize. And her legs hugged against the dragon's long neck, pushing him deeper in her. She was his now, that much was clear.

The former king of monsters had lost. That was the undeniable truth. All he did now, this petty act of defiance, was just that. Pettiness. A childish attempt at rebellion against the new, stronger alpha. He thought about simply giving up, about becoming the object of pleasure Ghidorah demanded him to be. It would make things so much easier. But the king's instinct remained in his head, and he couldn't break away from it. No matter what happened, he would never stop defying the three-headed dragon. And he would never win. He knew it. He was doomed to edging forever, to refusing Ghidorah's rule and to just be tortured by his own defiance.

The dragon didn't let up. His sucking only got harder, stronger. More and more pre came out of the giant lizard; more than he ever thought possible. And taking a clue from his brother, the middle head pushed half of it out of his mouth, letting it all pool on the lizard's stomach. All to show him how much he was able to make him ooze, to show him how much his body wanted the relief. To tell him how his resistance was ultimately futile. But in the end, Godzilla could only rear his head back and roar in absolute ecstasy, his hips bucking up slightly, daring to push deeper into the dragon's neck. The strong muscles contracted around his cock, yet he didn't see Ghidorah gag even once. He just kept sucking, harder by the second, getting him riled up like never before.

But once again, Ghidorah took the upper hand when he pulled out. Godzilla was left in the middle of his ecstasy as the golden dragon left his cock intact, gushing pre that only fell on the hardened scales. He looked at him, amber eyes pleading for his pleasure to continue, but saw him stepping away from him. Both side heads had stopped their actions and were instead pulling Rodan and Mothra towards him, neither of which showed any resistance. If anything, they followed with willful intention. And with soft screeches, their new master commanded them into new positions that made the lizard's eyes widen.

Mothra lied down in front of the dragon, her legs once again open in an offering pose. And Rodan followed suit, kneeling forward and presenting his backside to the beast. Godzilla recognized those positions instantly, and the throbbing twin members glistening in what little sunlight was left confirmed his fears. The three heads looked at the presenting prizes, all with the same expression: victorious, anxious, hungry... His wings spread behind him in excitement, his tails rattling at the exquisite sights. His cocks pulsed and heavy drops of pre fell on the floor with heavy splashes.

Both side heads lunged, holding his prey in place, pulling them both closer, until his tips pressed against the expectant holes. And without a moment's hesitation, his hips pushed forward and pierced through them at once. Shrill screeches escaped both, Mothra and Rodan, as their ruler's members pushed inside them, and the humping started right away, furious and forceful, going all the way in with each thrust.

Godzilla watched as the two other gargantuan monsters were defiled by the usurper. Thrust after thrust, Ghidorah's cocks buried deep inside them both, all three heads roaring in bliss. Rodan followed the expression, head against the ground screeching and crying in ecstasy, clawing the ground while his ass was spread wide by his master's manhood. His own fat length swung around wildly, drops of searing seed already pushing out of him. Smoke rose from it after falling, and the seed soon pooled around Rodan's feet, reaching as far as his heaving chest. And yet, the bird kept humping back towards the dragon's powerful hips, hoping to get more and more of his impressive manhood inside his own body. The fire beast held so much submission towards the dragon, he didn't just allow himself to be topped by him. He craved it; he wanted Ghidorah's dick inside his ass more than anything else.

And Mothra, his sweet, tender Mothra, wasn't far behind. She remained quiet in her position, doing little more than accepting the gargantuan rod burying inside her. But just like she did with the head before, she curled her arms and legs, wriggling in ecstasy at her wet lips being filled up. It was yet one more reaction Godzilla realized had never seen; one more form of pleasure that Ghidorah gave her for the first time, and that she was more than thrilled to accept. She didn't move, but her pussy contracted, her inner walls clamping to keep the dick in for as long as possible. It took all of the dragon's strength to pull out each time, but he rammed his way back in with absolute joy, getting multiple screams out of the queen. It didn't take long for her juices to burst out, coating the already glistening rod and sticking to her new king's crotch.

Godzilla couldn't believe what he was seeing. His subjects, his kingdom, his queen... It was all taken away, piece by piece, by this usurper. And he could only watch in horror, suffer in silence, as they embraced this new rule. As their loyalty crumbled in the face of novelty, and his hopes vanished with them. His beloved queen, roaring in joy at the monstrous member that took her from him was the last stab in the heart he could take. Ghidorah had won. There was no point trying to fight the fact.

And just as he thought as much, as if he relished in his sudden victory, the dragon's three cruel heads reared back up and roared the loudest they had so far. Outside, thunder and lightning rumbled and filled the air, like giant drums. The storm his power created grew fiercer, erratic, covering the sun and sinking the cave in darkness. Only the crackling of the beast's power kept some light. And his thrusts became harder, stronger, powerful enough to make his new subjects cry in a mix of agony and bliss. His cocks burying the deepest yet inside both of them, coating their insides with thickening pre. His movements matched the storm- or rather, the storm matched his movements, with one lightning bolt coursing the black clouds each time his members pushed back in.

One final lightning that seemed like it cracked the sky; it was the warning for the new king's orgasm, followed by shattering roars. And his members abandoned every pretense of modesty they may have held. His load burst out in massive geysers, shot after shot erupting and booming into the submissive creatures underneath his gargantuan body. Rodan took that load with gusto, clenching his ass to try and hold as much of it as he could, wanting his master's seed to remain deep in his body for all times. And Mothra clenched and clamped, massaging that magnificent rod, desperate for his seed, milking the dragon for all his worth. Neither of them realized the futility of their actions, the lack of necessity; Ghidorah filled them up, marked them as his with sheer volume alone.

It took no time for his massive load to burst out of the two beasts. His humping didn't stop, nor did his powerful shots; quite the opposite, he kept going on for so long, neither bird nor moth could any longer hold it all in. The seed pushed out of their holes, dripping down Rodan's legs and mixing with the magma underneath; coating and matting Mothra's luscious fur into a sticky mess that she only screamed at, begging for more. The two submissive subjects trembled, shivered, roared for more from their new king. And Ghidorah gave them exactly what they asked for without missing a beat.

It went on and on, seemingly forever, right in front of Godzilla's eyes. Forever seared into those amber orbs, into his brain, how his queen betrayed him, how the first of his many subjects gave him up for a literally better specimen. Better, bigger, stronger, manlier... And he realized how much he wanted to please this new ruler as well. To have his seed inside his hole. The little spark of defiance that kept him going so far, that got him all the way here, finally vanished completely. In its place there was void, yearning to be filled by King Ghidorah's seed much like the other two were. A low roar came out, pleading to join in on their pleasure, to feel the joy his fellow monsters were as the thick cum filled them up to the brim and beyond, but it went unanswered. He simply lied there, watching as Ghidorah continued with his own enjoyment.

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The days had gone on like that. A couple of weeks and the memory was still heavy in everyone's mind. Godzilla, the king of monsters, the one who was as much a destroyer as a savior, defeated. The city, once bustling with activity, had become noticeably quieter. What people hadn't run away from the destruction in desperation chose to remain silent most of the time. Unless absolutely necessary not a single word was spoken; especially not of the battle. As if they feared that even the mention of Ghidorah could somehow bring him back.

It was all in knowing silence. The city's rebuilding efforts saw slow progress, and the resulting debris had still to be completely cleared out. But somewhere in their minds, they held the belief that it was over. That one way or another, the giant monsters had finished their fight now that a winner had finally arisen. That they wouldn't face a catastrophe of this magnitude again. They hold on to that hope, naively.

First it was the rumbling. The thunders coming from the sea, approaching. Heavy sounds were now taboo after the three-headed beast had attacked, and in front of a storm the first reaction was of panic. And then they realized it wasn't any regular storm. But before they could do anything, the next sound reached all ears at once. The shrill screech that seemed to echo three times, just as the lightning flashed and a sinister silhouette formed within the clouds.

Every single human being abandoned everything. It was all dropped as they rushed as far away as possible in the opposite direction, and their screams filled the streets. Screams that went unheard within the storm, drowned by the thunders booming all around the true ruler of monsters. His storm approached the bay, and his crimson eyes witnessed the humans, those curiously tiny creatures running in fear at the sight of a creature as magnificent as him. Kudos to them for knowing their place.

Something fell off the clouds, landing on the sea with such force, it raised waves several meters tall. The ruins of the city were soaked, along with what few stragglers remained in them. And those were the unlucky few who witnessed the sorry sight of Godzilla, the former king of monsters, utterly abused and defeated. The giant lizard's eyes were open, the same bright amber they had always been, yet they were dull. And when he witnessed the humans around them, he wanted nothing more than to close them back up, rather than seeing these creatures that he felt responsible for. He had failed them and had no reason to look at them anymore. It only brought him shame.

But whether he saw them or not wasn't for him to decide. Ghidorah came crashing down from the storm, colossal thighs landing on the water and the three demonic heads roaring in victory, to announce his glorious arrival. The air filled with the screams of the humans, and the dragon took sadistic pleasure in it. The left head quickly snaked its way to the ground, were the humans escaped as far as possible. He did nothing other than watch them scamper away, but he took interest in how his mere presence could inspire such feelings in these feeble creatures. It was so entertaining, the middle head did nothing to stop his brother. Ghidorah as a whole relished in this fear, this evidence of his kingship.

Right and left head aimed for Godzilla's body, biting, fangs sinking deep. It was one of many things the lizard had gotten used to after serving his new alpha. And his body was lifted until he was properly kneeling, showing the king his due respect. The middle head smirked as his brothers joined him, and another roar came out of their throats. And it was enough to make some of the humans stop on their tracks to look at him. As if something in their genes told them to obey him.

He growled at the lizard, and Godzilla understood right away. And only then did some of the gazing humans notice the glistening twin cocks sprouting out between Ghidorah's legs, standing proud and throbbing furiously, with need like none of them had seen before. Right in front of Godzilla, at that, as the defeated reptile slowly approached them, his jaws opening and his head leaning forward. His claws slowly reached, amber eyes looking at the dragon, searching his approval. And then his hands pushed the members together, getting a low growl from his master before his hips bucked forward, and both lengths dove deep inside the former king's mouth.

Massive wings, shining gold with the sun and electricity, spread wide open as another victorious roar echoed through the streets. Powerful hips started pounding at the former king's throat, thunders crashing down in synch. The tips pushed against the back in no time, but Godzilla was already an expert. Weeks of conditioning had left every hole in his body perfectly shaped to take the dragon's manhood. His throat only moved to swallow each drop of hot pre that gushed out, loudly enough for the humans to hear.

Somewhere in his back, the giant reptile could feel those little creatures staring at him in a mix of disgust, horror and awe. It was humiliating, to be turned to little more than a show, a lesser version of the savior he once was, for these beings. Humans, who he considered the lowest lifeform in his kingdom, who he decided to protect from the most terrifying, most violent of his subjects, as if they were his pets... Those humans were now the main witnesses of his downfall at the hands of the three-headed usurper that forced him to become little more than a cock sleeve, a means to his own pleasure.

And he looked up, and saw in those crimson eyes the sinister machinations, the hatred. He had been brought over precisely for this feeling, for this shame to invade and cover every small inch of his gargantuan body. It was hard to believe any living being could be pure evil to the extent that he was, yet here was the proof. Not in the shame Godzilla felt for pleasing his new king in front of his former subjects, but for the throbbing erection he couldn't keep from bursting out in response, and that he deep down hoped no human would have to see.

But this much suffering, this much shame, wasn't enough for Ghidorah. The lizard felt his cocks ram against his throat, his stomach filling with the delicious fluids he had grown so fond of. He was enthralled by his position, by his master's rule. Thus, it came as a surprise when he was pushed away, members flying out of his mouth as he fell flat on his back, taking part of the city with him in the process. More human screams filled his ears, low and insignificant, yet painful to hear. And when he looked at the dragon looking for answers, he saw them in the shape of the curious left head aiming for his hole, giving it a few good licks before the middle one pulled it back up.

With humans running all around him, he realized his true defeat would be the final show; the greatest shame a king could face. And just as he predicted, left and right heads pinned his arms down, despite the fact that he no longer put any resistance. He had long given up, and yet Ghidorah kept pushing him to new heights of shame.

The first tip pressed against his hole, and he started clenching it in, expectant, thirsty for him. Amber eyes closed to try and hide in the darkness, to not see his defeat as if that made it any less real. But he could still feel it, up to the twisting of the dragon's body, all to get that second tip into his hole as well. He felt it, poking him, piercing him, painful and yet exciting. There was something strangely liberating about having his throne taken from him, about giving in to another's rule. But that only made his guilt worsen.

The twin members pushed inside, diving as far in as possible in one go. Godzilla knew by now that Ghidorah wasn't one for slow and tender. He went in only caring about his own pleasure. And he pushed despite whatever sound you might make, even if it was with both members at once. One alone was usually enough to get a reaction, but two spread the lizard's hole to painful levels. A hole that until a few weeks ago had been virginally closed now open by the massive girth of two royal manhoods. It was only natural that it would get Godzilla to roar in pain, mixed in with anxiety, bliss, desire, need- So many emotions rolled into a complete mess of flared up nerves.

His roars caught the attention of humans, who stopped just to watch the winning dragon plow his victim. Cocks buried as far as they would go, pulling out in a glistening coat of pre that only made the entrance easier. The rustling, the squelching- they were all marvelous and terrifying sounds to their ears. Forbidden sounds that made some of them stare, some vomit, and some cross their legs to hide. But in the end, no pair of eyes could keep from seeing the former king as his ass was spread open, as the slick pre gushed out of his opening, of what little cracks the twin dicks left between them, falling to the ground and into the sea.

And Godzilla roared again, back arching and chest puffing, all out of the intensity of every sensation his body was receiving. The greatest humiliation would always be how much he loved this new position; how much he was enthralled by Ghidorah's dicks. They pushed in and reached his prostate with ease, rubbing it, teasing it, stabbing and pressing it. He was only the new alpha's plaything, and his hole was to be abused by him, and he loved every second of it. And when that little flame of defiance finally abandoned, the remaining heads released his arms, only to attack the rest of his body.

Right head to his chest, biting it hard, finding and sucking his nipple with impossible speed; left head reaching down and licking at the base of his dick, amazed by the way it throbbed and enjoying the overwhelming flavor of his gushing pre. All of Godzilla's body was assaulted from multiple flanks, and he could do nothing to defend himself. He was victim to their constant treatments, their torture. And he could hear the humans screaming and crying near him, in shame and disappointment, but he didn't care. He looked at the three glorious heads in front of him, causing his body to flare up in sheer bliss, and he realized the only thing he needed was to please this creature. And to be pleased by him.

Ghidorah's humps didn't stop one second. They only got harder as his side heads put more effort into their tasks. He was excited, anxious; he wanted his own orgasm to come soon. And Godzilla took a new form of pride in being able to cause such reactions in his master. The pride of a slave, he realized. And he embraced it, clenching his ass to show his master. He wanted the seed deep inside him, desired it. He wanted to be filled by the dragon, to have his hole coated in his white essence.

He never stopped. Ghidorah never stopped; not even as he heard his subject's pleas and let out two powerful blasts of cum out into his hole, covering his inner walls until he was full of seed. And Godzilla felt every second of it, every little ounce of cum flowing into his ass through those twin members he had come to admire. Humans all over recognized the scream he let out; his voice was characteristic, unique. But what was once a battle cry would now forever be etched into their minds as the aroused scream of infinite, monstrous pleasure the dethroned creature felt as he was filled up, defiled in front of their eyes, by his most vile enemy. The absolute joy he felt at being used by the three-headed beast.

And the humps continued, cum being pushed deeper inside and flowing out just as easy. The sea under them turned white, the ruins flooded with the dragon's seed, and Godzilla, despite his best efforts to clench and keep it all in, couldn't help the flow that burst out of him. And despite how much he tried to milk him, his master kept shooting inside him, hitting his prostate with every blast. So powerful that he felt his own cock throb dangerously with each pulse of the dragon's twin meats.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, his own member pulsed and jumped, and the fluids thickened for one second before shooting up in a massive, powerful geyser. Up into the sky, only to land with a heavy splash right on top of the lizard's chest. The left head reared back in pure amazement, watching as more and more ropes erupted out of Godzilla's cock, all of them reaching miles beyond them. Some landed on the ruins, taking them down, others on the still working streets, quickly flooding them in white; all over, the city was coated by a rain of white. But most of them fell on the reptile himself, covering his chest in a sheet of the sticky fluid and landing in his open mouth, only to be swallowed instantly and for him to open up again, waiting for the next shot to take.

And he felt all of it. Every rope that pushed its way up his sensitive meat, gushing up. It drove him mad, and he found himself between bucking his hips up in instinct and back down on Ghidorah's cock. And the more that dragon kept shooting against his prostate, the more he found himself cumming, covering his body in the substance more and more. His entire body twisted and thrashed in bliss, and the gushing seemed constant, as if it would never stop.

Ghidorah looked down at him in pride, his own humps slowing down as his shots finally slowed down. The first of many, at least. He looked down at the former king, his body now covered in cum like the slut he had become. His right head rose from the chest, the back of his neck and most of his forehead coated white as well, and an annoyed expression in his reptilian factions; the left quickly headed for him, tongue ready to happily lick him clean, only for him to snap back. And the middle one looked at the with a grin before his attention returned to the defeated lizard. A pitiful creature, with nothing but shame to show for himself. A loud screech escaped the middle head, which the other two immediately copied, and the thunderclouds behind them sparked to life in response. Wings spread, he once again showed, this time to humanity, how their savior had succumbed to his rule.

And Godzilla? Once his own orgasm died down, he looked up at Ghidorah, at his new king. And he was magnificent. Magnificent! An existence well beyond what he could ever try to aspire. Compared to him, he truly was nothing more than a slave meant for his pleasure. And he looked at the humans, horrified, and didn't care. All that mattered was the dragon in front of him, declaring his earned victory like the beast he was. To serve King Ghidorah was his goal, his true calling. One that he would perform from this point forward, in the name of the new ruler of his world.