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Gojira {voiced by Wendee Lee}
Hela {same voice actress used for Marvel Rivals Hela}
Here we go!
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The bedroom was dimly lit, sunlight filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow over the rumpled sheets of the king-sized bed. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, mingled with a faint, exotic musk that seemed to emanate from the two figures entangled in passion. Gojira, the legendary kaiju queen of raw and primal power in the form of a woman loomed over her lover with a predatory grin. Her dark, scaled skin gleamed under the light, her muscular frame rippling with every movement. Long, wild black hair cascaded down her back, framing her sharp, yellow eyes that burned with lust. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard and dark, one of them pinched teasingly between her own clawed fingers. But it was her futanari nature that dominated the scene: a enormous, throbbing cock, veined, jutting proudly from her crotch, slick with saliva and precum. It was adorned with subtle, lip-like patterns along its length, as if designed by some cosmic joke to invite endless kisses.
Beneath her, Hela, the Asgardian Goddess of Death, lay sprawled on her back, her pale skin flushed with a rare vulnerability. Her long, raven-black hair fanned out across the pillow like a dark halo, her emerald eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. She was nude, her lithe yet powerful body arched slightly, one hand gripping the sheets while the other squeezed her own breast, her green-painted nails digging into the soft flesh. Her lips full, painted a subtle green were pressed firmly against the tip of Gojira’s massive shaft, planting wet, fervent kisses that left glistening trails of lipstick and spit. The goddess, usually so commanding and cold, was reduced to a whimpering mess, her usual poise shattered by the overwhelming presence of her monstrous lover.
Gojira let out a low, rumbling chuckle, her voice deep and gravelly, like thunder rolling over distant mountains. Wisps of smoke escaped her sharp-toothed maw as she spoke, a remnant of her kaiju heritage. “Your tits are amazing, Hela,” She growled, her yellow eyes locking onto Hela’s heaving chest. She reached down with her free hand, cupping one of Hela’s breasts roughly, thumb flicking over the pink nipple until it hardened further. “So soft and full…perfect for a goddess like you. And you seem to like my huge cock. Keep kissing it like that, bitch!”
Hela pulled back just enough to gasp, her breath hot against the sensitive head of Gojira’s member. A string of saliva connected her lips to the glistening tip, breaking only when she licked it away with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. Her eyes met Gojira’s, a mix of defiance and desire swirling in their green depths. “You think you can command me, monster?” She purred, her voice husky and laced with that signature Asgardian arrogance. But there was no real resistance; her body betrayed her, hips grinding subtly against the bed as arousal pooled between her thighs. She leaned in again, pressing a series of open-mouthed kisses along the underside of the shaft, her tongue tracing the veined ridges. “Mmm…it’s so big, so…unnatural. But gods, it tastes like power. Like destruction wrapped in flesh.”
Gojira’s grin widened, her shark-like teeth glinting as she thrust her hips forward slightly, pushing more of her cock against Hela’s eager mouth. The futanari organ twitched in response, a bead of precum oozing from the slit, which Hela lapped up greedily. “That’s right, kiss it! Kiss!” Gojira demanded, her voice rising in a guttural moan. She released her own breast to tangle her fingers in Hela’s hair, guiding her lover’s head with just enough force to assert dominance without overwhelming. Sparks of energy crackled from her fingertips—residual kaiju radiation making Hela shiver as they danced across her scalp. “You’re mine now, Hela. The Goddess of Death, worshipping my cock like a common slut. How does it feel, huh? To be on your knees—well, on your back for something bigger than you?”
Hela’s response was a muffled groan, her lips enveloping the head fully now, sucking gently as her tongue swirled around the crown. She pulled off with a wet pop, saliva dribbling down her chin, and smirked up at Gojira. “It feels…intoxicating,” she admitted, her hand wrapping around the base of the shaft, stroking it slowly. Her fingers couldn’t quite meet around its girth, emphasizing just how massive it was. “You’re a beast, Gojira. A walking apocalypse. And this…” She planted another kiss right on the tip, her lips lingering as she murmured against the hot flesh. “This is your weapon. I want it inside me. But first, let me savor it.” Her free hand slid down her own body, fingers dipping between her legs to tease her slick folds, circling her clit in time with her strokes on Gojira’s cock.
The kaiju woman threw her head back, a roar building in her throat that she suppressed into a deep, satisfied hum. Her tail blue and spiked, partially visible coiled at the edge of the bed thrashed lightly against the mattress, sending pillows flying. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” Gojira panted, her muscular abs flexing as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She pinched Hela’s nipple harder, eliciting a sharp gasp from the goddess. “Look at you, all flushed and needy. Your pussy’s dripping, isn’t it? Bet you’ve never had anything like me before. Not even Thor’s hammer could compare to this.”
Hela laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as she nuzzled her cheek against the length of the cock, kissing along the side where those eerie lip patterns seemed to pulse under her touch. “Arrogant lizard,” She teased, but her eyes betrayed her hunger. She shifted her position slightly, arching her back to press her breasts against Gojira’s thighs, the soft mounds squishing against the scaled skin. “But you’re right…nothing compares. It’s throbbing so hard…I can feel your pulse, like an earthquake building.” She took the head back into her mouth, sucking deeper this time, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, taking in a few inches of the massive length. Her hand continued pumping the rest, twisting slightly at the base where Gojira’s feminine slit lay hidden beneath, wet and aching but ignored for now.
Gojira’s breath hitched, her hips bucking involuntarily, pushing more of herself into Hela’s warm, welcoming mouth. “Yes! Suck it, Hela! Kiss it deeper!” She commanded, her voice echoing with raw dominance. Smoke puffed from her nostrils as her arousal peaked, her free hand roaming down to squeeze Hela’s ass, claws grazing the pale flesh without breaking skin. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up, goddess. But I want to feel you first. Spread those legs wider—show me how wet you are for my cock.”
Reluctantly, Hela released the shaft from her mouth, strings of saliva connecting them as she leaned back, spreading her thighs obediently. Her pussy was indeed glistening, lips swollen and pink, clit peeking out invitingly. “See what you’ve done to me?” she whispered, her fingers spreading herself open for Gojira’s view. “I’m the ruler of Hel, yet here I am, begging for a kaiju’s dick. Fuck me, Gojira. Ruin me with it.”
With a feral growl, Gojira positioned herself, the tip of her enormous cock pressing against Hela’s entrance. She teased it there, rubbing the head up and down the slick folds, coating herself in the goddess’s juices. “Beg louder, bitch,” She demanded, leaning down to capture Hela’s lips in a bruising kiss, tongues clashing like battling titans.
“Please…fuck me!” Hela cried out against Gojira’s mouth, her nails raking down the kaiju’s back.
Gojira thrust forward, burying herself inch by inch into Hela’s tight heat. The goddess arched off the bed, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as she was stretched to her limits. “Yes! So big…so good!” Hela moaned, her legs wrapping around Gojira’s waist.
The two moved together in a frenzy, bodies slapping rhythmically, dialogue dissolving into gasps and curses. Gojira pounded relentlessly, her cock hitting depths that made Hela see stars, while Hela’s inner walls clenched like a vice, milking every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin, breasts bouncing with each impact, until finally, with a shared roar, they climaxed—Gojira filling Hela with hot, copious seed, the overflow dripping onto the sheets.
As they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Gojira whispered hoarsely, “Round two, goddess?”
Hela, spent but smirking, replied, “Only if you make me kiss it again first.”
The bedroom air was electric, charged with the remnants of their earlier frenzy—the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh still echoing faintly as Gojira repositioned herself between Hela’s spread thighs. Hela lay on her back, her pale skin flushed crimson, raven hair splayed across the pillows like spilled ink. Her emerald eyes were half-lidded with lust, chest heaving as her full breasts rose and fell, nipples still hard and glistening from Gojira’s earlier attentions. The goddess’s pussy was a slick, swollen mess, lips puffy and pink, dripping with a mix of her own arousal and the kaiju’s previous load that had leaked out in thick, creamy trails down her inner thighs.
Gojira loomed over her like a storm cloud, her muscular frame glistening with sweat, scales shimmering under the dim light. Her enormous futanari cock, blue-tinted, veined, and still rock-hard throbbed insistently, the tip nudging against Hela’s entrance, teasing with shallow dips that made the goddess whimper. “Ready for more, death bitch?” Gojira growled, her yellow eyes burning with feral hunger, smoke curling from her shark-toothed grin. She gripped Hela’s hips with clawed hands, lifting them slightly for better leverage, then thrust forward vigorously, burying her full length in one powerful stroke.
Hela’s back arched off the bed, a raw moan tearing from her throat as she was filled to the brim. “Fuck yes, Gojira!” Her inner walls clenched greedily around the invading shaft, fluttering with need. Gojira set a punishing rhythm immediately, pounding like a stud in heat hips snapping forward with brutal force, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure-pain through Hela’s core. The wet slap of their bodies colliding filled the room, Gojira’s heavy balls smacking against Hela’s ass with every deep plunge.
“Look at that greedy pussy of yours,” Gojira teased, her voice a low, rumbling taunt as she watched her cock disappear into Hela’s tight heat over and over. “Trying to milk my cock like it’s starving. So hot and tight for someone as cold as you—fuck, you’re squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.” She emphasized her words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding her hips in a slow circle to stir Hela’s insides, the lip-like patterns on her shaft adding extra friction that made the goddess’s toes curl.
Hela moaned louder, her eyes locked onto Gojira’s, wide and glassy with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly with each vigorous thrust, the soft mounds jiggling hypnotically, drawing Gojira’s gaze. “It’s…ah! Yours…all yours,” Hela gasped, her hands scrambling up to grip Gojira’s broad shoulders, nails raking down scaled skin. Sweat beaded on her forehead, dripping down her temples as her body rocked beneath the onslaught. “Don’t stop~! Pound me harder!”
The pressure built relentlessly, Hela’s clit grinding against the base of Gojira’s cock with every slam. As climax approached, Gojira leaned down, her massive breasts pressing against Hela’s, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding together. Hela surged up to meet her, their lips crashing in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, moans muffled against each other. Gojira’s thrusts stuttered, her cock swelling impossibly thicker as she erupted, flooding Hela’s cunt with hot, thick ropes of cum. The sensation pushed Hela over the edge; she screamed into the kiss, her pussy spasming wildly, milking every drop as waves of bliss crashed through her.
They rode out the aftershocks tangled together, breaths mingling, but Gojira’s hunger wasn’t sated. With a wicked grin, she pulled out slowly, a gush of cum following, then flipped Hela onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. “On your hands and knees, goddess,” Gojira commanded, her voice husky with promise. Hela obeyed shakily, ass raised high, pussy gaping and leaking, presenting herself with a needy whimper. Gojira positioned behind her, gripping Hela’s pale hips and slamming back in without mercy, resuming her pounding in doggystyle; deep, hard, animalistic thrusts that made Hela’s whole body jolt forward.
“Fuck yes!” Hela cried, her face pressed into the sheets, fingers clawing at the fabric. Gojira’s hand came down suddenly, delivering a sharp spanking to one ass cheek, the smack echoing like thunder. Hela squeaked high-pitched, a sound so uncharacteristically vulnerable it made her cheeks burn, her pussy clenching tighter around the cock as she nearly came from the sting alone. Gojira’s fanged grin widened, smoke puffing from her nostrils as she spanked the other cheek, then alternated with rhythmic slaps that left red handprints blooming on pale skin.
“You like that, don’t you? My little death slut getting off on being spanked like a naughty bitch,” Gojira dirty-talked, her voice dripping with smug dominance. She kept pounding hard, hips slamming forward with enough force to scoot Hela across the bed, the angle hitting deep spots that made stars burst behind the goddess’s eyes. “Squealing for me~? Begging for more. Your cunt’s loving it, gripping me so fucking tight.”
“Yes, spank me harder~! Fuck me like the beast you are!” Hela sobbed, pushing back desperately, her body trembling on the edge. Another sharp smack landed, and it was too much, Hela shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with a wail, inner walls convulsing around Gojira’s shaft. The kaiju followed seconds later, roaring as she climaxed, pumping another load deep inside, the overflow dripping down Hela’s thighs.
They collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap, Gojira easing herself out slowly, a thick trickle of her release immediately following.
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The room was quieter now, the frantic storm of their passion finally broken. The only sounds were their slowing breaths, the soft rustle of sheets, and the occasional low, contented rumble from deep in Gojira’s chest like distant thunder finally moving on.
Gojira eased herself out slowly, careful despite her size, and a thick trickle of her release immediately followed, spilling warm and viscous down Hela’s inner thighs onto the already ruined bedding. The goddess gave a small, involuntary whimper at the loss, her body still twitching with aftershocks. Gojira’s cock, still half-hard and glistening, bobbed heavily as she shifted to the side, but she ignored it for now.
Instead, she lowered herself carefully beside Hela, scales brushing pale skin, and gathered the smaller woman against her broad chest. One powerful arm curled protectively around Hela’s waist while the other hand surprisingly gentle for something tipped with black claws began stroking long, soothing lines through sweat-damp raven hair.
Hela, usually so quick to reclaim her regal composure, simply melted into the embrace. Her cheek pressed to the warm, faintly scaled hollow beneath Gojira’s collarbone. She could hear the deep, steady thump of the kaiju’s heart, strong and ancient.
“Still breathing, goddess?” Gojira’s voice was rougher than usual, softened at the edges by something almost tender.
“Barely,” Hela murmured, lips brushing skin. “You…may have actually killed me this time.”
A low, amused huff vibrated through Gojira’s chest at Hela’s jesting. Who knew the Goddess of Death had a sense of humor? “Good thing you’re already the expert on coming back from that.”
Hela let out a tired, breathy laugh that turned into a soft hiss when Gojira’s hand drifted lower, palm settling warm and broad over the goddess’s stomach, right where the ache of being stretched so thoroughly still pulsed.
“Easy,” Gojira murmured, the word almost a purr. Her thumb moved in slow, lazy circles. “Just checking. You took me so well…but I know I’m a lot.”
Hela tilted her head back enough to meet those glowing yellow eyes. “Understatement of several millennia.”
Gojira’s mouth curved, not the predatory grin from before, but something quieter, almost fond. She leaned down and pressed a surprisingly careful kiss to Hela’s forehead, then another to the bridge of her nose, then the corner of her mouth. Each one slow. Deliberate.
“You’re leaking everywhere,” Gojira observed after a moment, glancing down at the mess between Hela’s thighs. Her tone was smug, but the hand that slid gently between pale legs was careful fingers gathering some of the slick mixture of their combined release, then smoothing it soothingly over swollen, sensitive folds instead of teasing.
Hela sucked in a sharp breath, hips twitching. “You’re going to start another round if you keep that up.”
“Not tonight.” Gojira’s voice dropped lower, almost solemn. “You’re shaking. Let me take care of you first.”
She reached over the side of the bed with one long arm and dragged a thick, dark towel from the nightstand, apparently something she’d planned ahead for. With surprising patience, she began wiping Hela down: gentle passes between her thighs, along the crease where leg met hip, then higher, cleaning the sticky trails that had painted her stomach and breasts.
Hela watched through heavy-lidded eyes, strangely mesmerized by the sight of the world-ender being so careful, so…domestic.
When the towel was discarded, Gojira pulled the ruined top sheet away and tugged a fresh blanket over both of them. Then she reached again—this time retrieving a small glass bottle of water that had been chilling on the nightstand. She uncapped it and brought it to Hela’s lips.
“Drink.”
Hela arched a brow but obeyed, taking several long swallows before pushing the bottle away with a faint smile. “Bossy even now.”
“Damn right.” Gojira took a swig herself, throat working, then set the bottle aside. She shifted them both until Hela was tucked fully against her side, head pillowed on one massive bicep, Gojira’s tail instinctively curling loosely around Hela’s calf like a living blanket.
For long minutes they simply lay there, breathing in sync. Gojira’s hand never stopped moving slow, mindless caresses along Hela’s spine, over her shoulder blades, through her hair. Every few passes she’d press her lips to the crown of Hela’s head or the shell of her ear, never saying anything particularly sweet just soft rumbles of contentment.
Eventually Hela’s voice came, quiet and almost shy—an emotion so rare on her tongue it sounded foreign. “Thank you.”
Gojira went still for a heartbeat. Then she dipped her head, nosing gently at Hela’s temple. “Don’t get soft on me now, Death,” she teased, but the words lacked bite. Her arm tightened just a fraction. “I like you sharp. But…you’re welcome. Anytime.”
Hela huffed a small laugh against Gojira’s chest, already drifting. “Next time…maybe I’ll be the one pinning you down.”
Gojira’s answering growl was pure promise. “Looking forward to it.”
She kept stroking Hela’s hair long after the goddess’s breathing evened out into the slow, deep rhythm of true sleep—something Hela rarely allowed herself. Only then did Gojira finally let her own eyes drift shut, massive frame curled protectively around her smaller, deadly lover, the storm finally at rest.
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The first pale streaks of dawn were just beginning to creep through the curtains when Hela stirred.
She lay draped half across Gojira’s massive frame, one leg hooked over the kaiju’s powerful thigh, cheek pillowed against the slow rise and fall of scaled ribs. Gojira was still deeply asleep, deep rumbling breaths almost like a distant earthquake, one arm flung possessively across Hela’s lower back, claws relaxed for once.
Hela’s eyes opened slowly, emerald slits gleaming in the half-light. She felt the delicious, bone-deep ache between her legs—the reminder of how thoroughly she’d been claimed hours earlier. And lower still, the warm, sticky evidence of Gojira’s release still leaked slowly from her swollen cunt.
A wicked, hungry smile curled her lips.
Carefully, so as not to wake her sleeping beast just yet, Hela slid down the length of Gojira’s body. She pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the way: the dip between collarbones, the valley between those enormous breasts, the hard ridges of abdominal scales. When she reached the thick, heavy cock lying soft but still impressively large against Gojira’s thigh, she paused.
It twitched at the first warm puff of her breath.
Hela’s tongue darted out, tracing a slow, wet line from base to tip. The taste of their earlier mess: salt, musk, and something faintly metallic like ozone flooded her senses. She moaned quietly against the sensitive flesh, then parted her lips and took the soft head into her mouth.
Gojira stirred with a low, sleepy growl.
Hela didn’t stop. She sucked gently, tongue swirling, coaxing the thick length back to hardness inch by glorious inch. By the time Gojira’s yellow eyes finally cracked open, Hela had half the shaft buried in her throat, cheeks hollowed, green-painted nails digging into powerful thighs for leverage.
“Fuck!” Gojira’s voice was gravel and smoke, still thick with sleep. One massive hand immediately found Hela’s hair, not forcing, just holding. “Morning, goddess~.”
Hela pulled off with a lewd, wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening tip. She crawled back up Gojira’s body until their faces were inches apart.
“Good morning, monster,” she purred, voice husky. Then she crashed their mouths together.
The kiss was passionate from the first second teeth clashing, tongues sliding, desperate and devouring. Gojira’s claws scraped lightly down Hela’s back while Hela’s hands roamed everywhere: squeezing the heavy weight of Gojira’s breasts, tracing the ridges of scales along her ribs, sliding down to grip the base of that now fully erect cock and stroke it in time with their kiss.
Gojira groaned into Hela’s mouth, hips bucking up into the tight fist. “You woke me up with your mouth on my dick,” she rumbled between kisses. “You trying to start something?”
Hela bit Gojira’s lower lip hard enough to draw a hiss. “I’m trying to finish what we started. I want more. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think.”
Gojira’s pupils blew wide. Something primal flashed behind those glowing yellow eyes.
She moved like lightning.
In one fluid motion she flipped them, pinning Hela beneath her on her stomach. Hela barely had time to gasp before Gojira’s knees shoved her thighs wide apart. Clawed hands gripped pale hips, lifting them up until Hela was presented on all fours, ass high, cunt still slick and gaping from earlier.
“You want me to not hold back?” Gojira’s voice had dropped into something dangerous, almost bestial. Hot breath ghosted over Hela’s ear. “You want the beast?”
“Yes~.” Hela’s voice cracked with need. “Fuck yes. Breed me. Ruin me. Don’t you dare be gentle.”
Gojira didn’t answer with words.
She slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Hela’s scream tore through the bedroom—raw, ecstatic, broken. The stretch was even more overwhelming in this position, Gojira’s cock driving so deep it felt like it punched the air from her lungs.
Gojira didn’t pause. Didn’t ease up. She set a punishing rhythm immediately fast, hard, animalistic. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by Hela’s increasingly incoherent cries.
“Harder~! Fuck~! Harder~!” Hela clawed at the sheets, back arched to an impossible degree, pushing back into every devastating thrust. Drool slipped from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in a perfect, wrecked ahegao. “Yes~! Yes~! Yes, breed me~! Fill me~!”
Gojira’s breeding instincts roared to life at the desperate pleas. Her thrusts grew erratic, deeper, hips snapping with enough force to scoot Hela forward on the mattress. One hand slid up Hela’s spine to grip her by the hair, yanking her head back so she could see the goddess’s completely fucked-out expression.
“Look at you,” Gojira snarled, smoke curling from her nostrils. “Screaming for kaiju cock. Begging to be bred like a bitch in heat.”
“I-I’m your bitch~!” Hela sobbed, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. “Please don’t stop~!! Give it to me~!”
Gojira flipped her again, this time onto her back, shoving those long legs up until Hela’s knees nearly touched her shoulders. The new angle let Gojira drive even deeper, the fat head of her cock battering against Hela’s cervix with every stroke.
Hela’s hands scrambled for purchase, nails raking down Gojira’s arms, leaving red welts on the dark scales. Her mouth hung open in a continuous wail of pleasure, tongue out, eyes crossed, cheeks flushed crimson.
Gojira leaned down, capturing that lolling tongue in a messy, claiming kiss while still pounding relentlessly.
“You’re gonna take every drop,” Gojira growled against swollen lips. “Gonna fill this greedy cunt until you’re swollen with me.”
“Yes, please~! Fill me~! Breed me~!” Hela’s voice was hoarse, cracking on every word.
Gojira’s rhythm stuttered. Her balls drew up tight. A deep, guttural roar built in her chest.
When she came, it was cataclysmic.
Thick rope after thick rope of hot, heavy seed flooded Hela’s womb. The sheer volume was obscene! Hela could actually feel her lower belly distend slightly with each powerful pulse. Her eyes flew wide, another broken scream ripping from her throat as the pressure built and built.
Gojira kept thrusting through her climax, grinding deep, making sure every last drop was forced inside. Hela’s cunt clenched and fluttered helplessly around the invasion, milking greedily.
When the pulses finally slowed, Gojira stayed buried to the hilt, panting harshly. She looked down at the beautiful wreckage beneath her: Hela’s stomach visibly rounded, skin taut, a faint outline of the thick cock still throbbing inside her. Cum leaked out around the seal where they were joined, too much for her body to contain.
Hela’s chest heaved. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, lips parted around shallow, shuddering breaths. A slow, blissed-out smile spread across her face.
“Again,” she whispered hoarsely.
Gojira barked a rough laugh, smoke curling from her mouth. She leaned down, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Hela’s sweat-slick forehead.
“Insatiable little death goddess,” she murmured, voice wrecked. “Give me five minutes…then I’ll pump you so full you’ll be leaking me for days.”
Hela’s arms wound around Gojira’s neck, pulling her down until their foreheads touched.
“Promise?” She breathed.
Gojira’s answering grin was all sharp teeth and dark promise.
“Promise.”
Hela had always been the Goddess of Death—untouchable, eternal, the final silence that claimed all things. Yet in the shadowed privacy of her own mind, and more dangerously in the heat-soaked aftermath of being claimed by Gojira, something ancient and forbidden stirred beneath that cold sovereignty.
It began as whispers during their first night together. The sheer volume of Gojira’s release flooding her, stretching her belly taut, the impossible pressure of being filled beyond capacity. It had awakened something primal. Not the sterile dominion of Hel, but the opposite: the fevered, biological urge to be taken, to be marked in the most irreversible way. To carry life from the monster who embodied apocalyptic destruction.
She never spoke of it at first. Hela was pride incarnate; the idea of craving something so…mortal, so vulnerable, felt like weakness. But the fantasies crept in regardless.
In the quiet hours after Gojira had fucked her senseless, when the kaiju slept with one possessive arm draped over her waist and that thick, still-half-hard cock pressed hot against her thigh, Hela would lie awake. Her hand would drift down to the slight, temporary swell of her abdomen, the cumflation that would fade by morning and she would imagine it permanent.
Full. Heavy. Undeniable.
She pictured her pale skin stretched tight over a burgeoning belly, the weight of it pressing down as she walked the halls of her domain. Necroswords at her command, armies of the dead at her feet, yet her body unmistakably claimed round, fertile, bred by the primal force that once leveled cities. The contradiction thrilled her: Death herself, swollen with life. The ultimate blasphemy.
The fantasies grew more vivid over time.
She saw herself in the throne room of Hel, legs spread wide on the cold obsidian seat, Gojira kneeling between her thighs. The kaiju’s massive hands would cradle the heavy dome of her stomach while that monstrous cock still slick from earlier rounds pushed back inside her dripping cunt. Slow this time. Reverent. Each thrust accompanied by low, rumbling praise: “Look at you… carrying my brood. So full already, goddess. Still greedy for more.” Hela would arch, hands gripping the arms of the throne, moaning as fresh seed was pumped directly against her cervix, forcing her womb to accept yet another impossible load. She imagined the sensation of her belly growing even rounder with every pulse, skin so taut it gleamed, veins faintly visible beneath the surface like rivers of dark power.
Sometimes the fantasy twisted darker. Gojira restraining her with living chains of blue-scaled tail and necrotic energy, pinning her face-down while snarling, “You begged for this. Begged to be my breeding bitch.” No escape. No mercy. Just relentless, bestial rutting until her womb overflowed, until every inch of her was marked inside and out. Hela would scream in ecstasy, tears streaking her face, begging louder: “Deeper—give me everything~!! Make it take~!! Make me yours forever~!!”
Other nights, the vision softened into something almost tender terrifying in its intimacy. Gojira’s head resting against her swollen middle, listening to the impossible heartbeat within. Clawed fingers tracing gentle patterns over the curve while Hela carded her fingers through wild black hair. “Our spawn,” Gojira would rumble, smoke curling from her nostrils. “Strong. Unstoppable. Like their mother.” And Hela, who had never known softness would feel a strange ache bloom in her chest, a hunger not just for the act, but for the aftermath: the proof of their joining walking the realms, a living testament that even Death could create.
The fantasies made her wetter than any touch. During their next encounter, when Gojira had her bent over the edge of the bed, pounding with that same feral intensity, Hela couldn’t hold back the words any longer.
“Fill me,” She gasped, voice cracking. “Not just for tonight, breed me. Make it real. Put your child in me.”
Gojira froze mid-thrust, yellow eyes widening.
Hela twisted to look back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust and something more vulnerable. “I want it,” she whispered. “I want to feel heavy with you. I want the world to see what you’ve done to me. The Goddess of Death…round and leaking your seed, carrying your legacy.”
A deep, shuddering growl tore from Gojira’s throat. Something primal snapped behind those glowing eyes—her own breeding instincts roaring back to life.
“You sure about that, goddess?” Gojira rasped, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with bone-rattling force. “Once I start…I won’t stop. I’ll keep you full. Keep pumping you until it sticks. Until you’re waddling through Hel with my babies stretching you wide.”
“Yes~! Hela sobbed, pushing back desperately. “Do it. Breed me like the bitch I am for you~!!”
Gojira’s pace turned apocalyptic. Each thrust drove the fantasy deeper into reality hot spurts of precum painting her insides, promising more. Hela’s cries echoed off the walls, raw and ecstatic, as she imagined it: her belly growing day by day, breasts swelling, hips widening to accommodate the impossible life Gojira would force into existence.
When Gojira finally came, flooding her again with that obscene volume, Hela shattered around her. Her body clenched greedily, milking every drop, as if willing it to take root.
In the trembling aftermath, Hela reached back, pressing Gojira’s hand to her still-flat stomach.
“Soon,” She breathed, voice wrecked. “Make it soon.”
Gojira’s answering rumble was pure possession. She nosed against Hela’s throat, teeth grazing skin.
“Then we begin tonight, my queen. And we don’t stop…until you’re carrying everything I can give you.”
Flashback - How Gojira and Hela met
The dim glow of Asgardian runes flickered across the walls of Hela’s private chambers in Hel, casting long shadows that danced like specters in the underworld. It was a place of eternal chill, where the air hung heavy with the scent of decay and forgotten battles. But tonight, an intruder had shattered that solitude—a colossal figure who had torn through the veils between realms like paper, drawn by some inexplicable pull toward the goddess who ruled death itself.
Gojira, the kaiju lady stood in the center of the room, her massive frame barely contained by the high ceilings. Her dark, scaled skin gleamed under the ethereal light, muscles rippling with barely restrained power. Long, wild black hair framed her sharp features, yellow eyes glowing with predatory curiosity. She wore little a tattered cloak singed from her atomic breath, barely covering her broad shoulders and the swell of her enormous breasts. Between her thighs, her cock hung heavy and semi-erect, already stirring at the sight of the goddess before her. “So this is Hel,” Gojira rumbled, her voice like grinding tectonic plates, wisps of smoke curling from her shark-toothed grin. “And you’re the bitch who runs it. Hela, right? Goddess of Death. Cute title for someone who looks like she could use a good fuck to loosen up.”
Gojira has spent a long time navigating her way out of Hell only to cross into different sections of Hell. Even coming across other Hell Lord like Mephisto, Blackheart, or Dormammu only to give them a savage beat down, turning them into her personal punching bag and left them with prides wounded and likely planning their revenge against her. Gojira dominated all that Hell has thrown at her and now had stumbled upon the Norse Hell section: Hel and confronted its ruler and she has gotta say, Hela was quite a nice change of scenario of bodacious, thicc Norse goddess that screamed breedable. The kind to take her off her high horse and break her till she’s a ditzy cock worshipping bimbo~!
Hela, seated on her obsidian throne, regarded the intruder with a mix of annoyance and intrigue. She was clad in her signature black armor, form-fitting and adorned with jagged spikes, but she had shed the helmet, letting her raven hair cascade freely. Her emerald eyes narrowed, lips curling into a smirk that hid the spark of arousal ignited by the kaiju’s audacity. “You dare barge into my domain, monster? I’ve slain gods for less. What makes you think you can speak to me that way?” She rose slowly, her movements graceful and lethal, circling Gojira like a predator assessing prey. But as she drew closer, the heat radiating from the kaiju’s body warm, primal, alive contrasted sharply with Hel’s cold realm, sending an unwelcome shiver down her spine.
Gojira laughed, a deep, echoing sound that vibrated through the stone floor. “Because I can smell it on you, goddess. That loneliness. That hunger. You’ve been playing queen of the dead too long. Bet no one’s touched you in centuries.” She stepped forward, closing the distance, her tail swishing behind her with a low thud. One clawed hand reached out, boldly cupping Hela’s chin, tilting her head up. “I could change that. Show you what a real apocalypse feels like.”
Hela’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she grabbed Gojira’s wrist, her green nails digging in just enough to draw a bead of dark blood. “Arrogant beast,” She hissed, but her voice lacked true venom. Her free hand trailed down Gojira’s armored chest, fingers exploring the ridges of scales and the soft give of those massive breasts. “If you’re so eager to die, then prove your worth. Make me scream, and perhaps I’ll let you live.”
That was all the invitation Gojira needed. With a feral growl, she surged forward, crashing her lips against Hela’s in a bruising kiss. It was messy, dominant teeth nipping, tongues battling for control. Gojira’s hands roamed greedily, tearing at Hela’s armor with effortless strength. Plates of metal clattered to the floor as she exposed pale skin, her claws scraping lightly over Hela’s breasts, pinching dark nipples until they hardened into peaks. Hela moaned into the kiss, her own hands fumbling with Gojira’s cloak, shoving it aside to reveal the full glory of the kaiju’s body. Her eyes widened at the sight of the Kaiju cock, now fully erect and throbbing, its green-tinted length veined and adorned with those subtle lip-like patterns. “By the Norns,” Hela whispered, breaking the kiss to stare. “You’re…monstrous.”
Gojira grinned, smoke puffing from her nostrils. “And you’re dripping for it already, aren’t you?” She pushed Hela back against the throne, forcing her to sit as Gojira dropped to one knee. Without preamble, she shoved Hela’s thighs apart, armor remnants falling away to expose the goddess’s slick, pink folds. Hela’s arousal was evident, her clit swollen and glistening. Gojira leaned in, her hot breath teasing the sensitive flesh before her tongue; long, rough, and textured like sandpaper lapped broadly from bottom to top. Hela arched with a sharp cry, her hands flying to Gojira’s hair, gripping tightly. “Fuck yes, like that,” Hela gasped, her usual composure cracking. Gojira didn’t hold back; she devoured Hela’s pussy with ravenous hunger, tongue delving deep into her tight channel, swirling around the entrance while her thumb circled the clit with firm pressure. Sparks of kaiju energy crackled from her fingertips, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through Hela’s nerves.
Hela’s legs trembled, wrapping around Gojira’s shoulders as she ground against the kaiju’s face. “Deeper~! Eat me like you mean it, you scaled whore!” She demanded, her voice echoing off the walls. Gojira obliged, sucking hard on Hela’s clit while two thick fingers pushed inside, curling to hit that sweet spot relentlessly. The wet sounds of slurping and fingering filled the chamber, mingled with Hela’s increasingly desperate moans. “I’m…oh gods~! I’m coming!” Hela screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, juices flooding Gojira’s mouth. The kaiju drank it all greedily, her yellow eyes locked on Hela’s flushed face.
But Gojira wasn’t done. She rose, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, her cock now leaking precum in thick beads. “My turn,” She growled, pulling Hela up and spinning her around to bend her over the throne’s armrest. Hela braced herself, ass presented high, her pussy still twitching from aftershocks. Gojira gripped her hips, the tip of her massive shaft rubbing teasingly against Hela’s entrance. “Beg for it, goddess. Tell me how bad you want this cock splitting you open.”
Hela glanced back, eyes blazing with lust. “Fuck me, you beast. Ruin my cunt! Make me feel alive!” With a triumphant roar, Gojira thrust forward, burying half her length in one go. Hela’s scream was raw, a mix of pain and ecstasy as she was stretched impossibly wide. “So big~! Fuck, it’s tearing me apart!” But she pushed back, demanding more. Gojira set a brutal pace, hips slamming forward with earth-shaking force, her balls slapping against Hela’s clit with each thrust. One hand reached around to squeeze Hela’s breast, rolling the nipple between clawed fingers, while the other slapped her ass, leaving red welts on pale skin. “Take it all, bitch,” Gojira snarled, smoke curling around them. “Your pussy’s gripping me like it never wants to let go.”
They fucked like that for what felt like hours! Gojira pounding Hela from behind, the goddess’s moans turning to wails as another orgasm built. “Harder~! Breed me, you monster!” Hela cried, her inner walls clenching. Gojira’s breeding instincts flared, her thrusts growing erratic. With a final, deep push, she came, flooding Hela’s womb with hot, thick seed. The volume was overwhelming, Hela’s belly distending slightly as cum leaked out around the shaft. They collapsed against the throne, panting, but the fire wasn’t quenched.
After a brief respite, Hela shoved Gojira onto her back on the cold floor, straddling her waist. “Now I ride you,” She declared, positioning herself over the still-hard cock. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her eyes rolling back as she was filled again. “Mmm, so deep…you’re my toy now.” Hela bounced with abandon, her breasts heaving, hands braced on Gojira’s chest for leverage. Gojira’s claws dug into Hela’s thighs, guiding her movements, thrusting up to meet her.
“Ride me harder, death slut,” Gojira groaned, one hand sliding to rub Hela’s clit. Hela came again, squirting over Gojira’s abs, but kept going until the kaiju erupted inside her once more, adding to the mess.
Exhausted but insatiable, they moved to the bed in an adjacent chamber the very one where their passion would peak. Hela pushed Gojira onto the mattress, climbing between her legs. “I want to taste you now,” she purred, wrapping her lips around the cum-slick head. But Gojira, ever dominant, flipped their positions, looming over Hela on the bed. Her massive breasts hung heavy, one hand pinching her own nipple as she guided her cock to Hela’s mouth. “Your tits are amazing, Hela,” Gojira growled, echoing the words that would soon become their mantra. “And you seem to like my huge cock. Keep kissing it like that, bitch!”
Hela, on her back, obliged with fervent kisses, her tongue swirling, leading seamlessly into the scene that had started it all—the goddess worshipping the kaiju’s shaft with desperate, lipstick-smeared devotion.
End of Flashback
The sweat-slicked sheets of their shared bed in Hel’s chambers were a testament to the nights that had blurred into an endless haze of passion since Hela’s confession of her breeding fantasies. The air was thick with the musk of their bodies, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh echoing off the obsidian walls like a primal drumbeat. Gojira and Hela had barely left the room for days, their sessions growing more intense, more desperate, as if each thrust could seal the goddess’s deepest desires into reality. Gojira’s breeding instincts had fully awakened, turning every encounter into a fevered ritual of possession and surrender.
Tonight or was it day? Time had lost meaning for Hela straddled Gojira’s powerful hips, her pale thighs bracketing the kaiju’s scaled ones. Hela’s raven hair clung to her sweat-drenched skin, her emerald eyes locked onto Gojira’s glowing yellow ones with a hunger that bordered on madness. She had just lowered herself onto the massive, throbbing cock, inch by agonizing inch, her tight, slick pussy stretching around its girth until she was fully seated, the tip pressing insistently against her cervix. “Gods, you’re so deep already,” Hela gasped, her hands braced on Gojira’s broad chest, nails digging into the ridges of scales. Her breasts, heavy and flushed, bounced slightly with each shallow breath, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Gojira’s grin was feral, smoke curling from her nostrils as she gazed up at her lover. “You feel that? That’s me claiming you again, goddess. Gonna fill you until it takes.” Her clawed hands roamed up Hela’s sides, tracing the curve of her waist before locking tightly around her back, arms like iron bands pulling Hela down flush against her. Their bodies pressed together: Hela’s soft, sweat-glistened front molding to Gojira’s muscular, scaled torso, breasts squishing against breasts, the heat between them almost unbearable. Hela’s clit ground against the base of Gojira’s shaft with every subtle shift, sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Without warning, Gojira began to pound upward, her hips snapping fast and hard, driving her cock deep into Hela’s core with relentless force. The position—Hela on top but utterly dominated allowed Gojira to control the pace, her powerful legs bracing against the mattress for leverage. Each thrust was a brutal, passionate claim, the wet squelch of Hela’s arousal mixing with their grunts and moans. “Take it~! Fuck, you’re so tight around me,” Gojira growled, her voice rough and smoky, hips pistoning like a machine built for destruction. Sweat poured down their bodies, dripping from Hela’s chin onto Gojira’s neck, the room growing hotter with every slam.
Hela’s moans escalated into screams of ecstasy, her body jolting with each impact. “Yes harder, breed me~! Don’t stop!” She cried, her arms wrapping around Gojira’s neck, face buried in the crook of her shoulder. The friction of their sweat-slicked skin sliding together only heightened the sensation, Hela’s clit rubbing frantically against Gojira’s pubic bone. Gojira’s arms tightened even more, crushing them together in a vice of passion, her thrusts growing erratic as her balls slapped against Hela’s ass. “You’re mine! Gonna pump you full, make you swell with my seed,” Gojira snarled, her breeding drive insane, every fiber of her being focused on flooding Hela’s womb.
The climax built like a tidal wave. Hela’s inner walls clenched desperately, milking the thick shaft as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “I-I’m coming! Fill me now!” she wailed, lifting her head just enough to crash her lips against Gojira’s in a messy, devouring kiss. Their tongues tangled wildly, saliva mixing as they moaned into each other’s mouths. Gojira’s roar vibrated through the kiss as she erupted, thick ropes of hot cum surging into Hela’s depths, the volume so immense it caused her belly to bloat slightly with each pulse. The sensation pushed Hela over the edge, her eyes rolled back, crossing in a perfect ahegao, tongue lolling out against Gojira’s as drool dripped down their chins. Gojira mirrored her, yellow eyes unfocused and rolling, her own tongue hanging slack in ecstasy, smoke puffing erratically from her open maw.
They shuddered together, bodies locked in the afterglow, Gojira’s cock still twitching inside Hela as excess cum leaked out around the seal, soaking their joined thighs. “That’s it…take every drop,” Gojira panted, her arms loosening just enough to stroke Hela’s back soothingly. Hela collapsed fully against her, spent and satisfied, whispering, “More…we need more.”
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A few weeks had passed in the mortal realms, though time in Hel flowed differently slower, more eternal. Gojira had returned briefly to her own world, drawn by some kaiju instinct or distant rumble of destruction, but the pull back to Hela was irresistible. She tore through the veils once more, materializing in the goddess’s chambers with a thunderous arrival, scales still smoking from the journey.
Hela stood waiting, her usual armor discarded for a loose, flowing robe that did little to hide the changes in her body. Her belly, once flat and toned, now swelled gently outward a soft, unmistakable curve that spoke of life taking root in the domain of death. Her breasts were fuller, heavier, straining against the fabric, and there was a subtle glow to her pale skin, as if the impossible pregnancy had infused her with a vitality she’d never known. She placed a hand on the swell, her emerald eyes soft but nervous as Gojira’s yellow ones widened in shock.
“What…Hela?” Gojira stammered, her massive frame freezing in place, tail twitching erratically. Smoke poured from her nostrils in anxious puffs, her predatory grin replaced by wide-eyed surprise. “Is that…are you…?”
Hela nodded, a rare, genuine smile breaking across her face. “Pregnant. With our child…your child.” She stepped forward, taking Gojira’s clawed hand and pressing it to her belly. A faint kick responded, strong and insistent, making Gojira jolt. “It took. All those sessions…your seed rooted in me. The Goddess of Death, carrying life. It’s…real.”
Gojira’s shock melted into a roar of joy, her arms sweeping Hela into a careful but fierce embrace, mindful of the bump between them. “By Gaea‘S name! You’re pregnant! We’re gonna have a kid!” She pulled back just enough to cup Hela’s face, yellow eyes shining with unbridled happiness. “You did it! You made it happen.”
Hela leaned into the touch, her chest tightening with an emotion so foreign it almost hurt. Happiness! Pure, unadulterated joy, not the cold satisfaction of conquest or the thrill of battle, but something warm and alive. Tears pricked her eyes, a vulnerability she’d never allowed before. “I’ve never felt this…this lightness. This hope. You’ve given me something I didn’t know I needed, monster.” They kissed then, soft and lingering, a happy reunion sealed with promises of the future. Gojira dropped to her knees, pressing her ear to Hela’s belly, rumbling contentedly as another kick answered her presence. “Our little apocalypse,” She murmured, and Hela laughed a sound of true, newfound happiness echoing through Hel.
Several Months Later
Months blurred into a timeless haze, the pregnancy progressing with supernatural speed befitting their divine natures. Now, in the vast nursery adjoining Hela’s throne room a space once filled with relics of the dead, now alive with cries and coos. Gonira and Hela stood as mothers to their brood. Not one child, but twins: a boy and a girl, born with a blend of their parents’ essences. The boy had Gojira’s dark scales patterning his skin, yellow eyes that glowed with latent power, and a tiny tail that thrashed when he was hungry. The girl inherited Hela’s raven hair, pale skin, and emerald gaze, but with subtle spikes along her spine and an aura of necrotic energy that made shadows dance around her cradle.
Gojira cradled the boy in her massive arms, rocking him gently as he gnawed on a teething toy shaped like a miniature city skyline: her idea of a joke. “Look at you, little destroyer,” She cooed, her voice a soft rumble, smoke wisps carefully directed away from his face. “Gonna level realms one day, just like your mom.” Hela, nearby, nursed the girl at her breast, the child’s tiny hand gripping her finger with surprising strength. “She’s got your fire,” Hela said softly, watching Gojira with a fond smile. “And your appetite.”
The twins named Ragnar for the boy, symbolizing the end-times fusion of their heritages, and Eir for the girl, a nod to healing amidst death filled the air with gurgles and playful roars. Gojira set Ragnar down in a playpen fortified with Asgardian runes and kaiju-proof barriers, then wrapped her arms around Hela from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. “Never thought I’d be a mom,” Gojira admitted, nuzzling Hela’s neck. “But with you? It’s perfect.”
Hela leaned back into her, watching their children tumble together, a spark of green energy from Eir meeting a puff of smoke from Ragnar. “We’ve created something eternal,” She whispered, that unfamiliar happiness now a constant warmth in her chest. “A family born of destruction and death…yet so full of life.” As the twins laughed, the two mothers shared a kiss, their bond unbreakable, their future a chaotic, beautiful unknown.
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The throne room of Hel echoed with an unnatural quiet, the usual whispers of the dead silenced by Hela’s decree. The obsidian throne, carved from the bones of ancient titans and etched with runes of eternal dominion, stood imposingly at the chamber’s heart. Flickering green torches cast ethereal shadows across the vast space, illuminating the two figures entwined upon it. The twins, Ragnar and Eir, were safely tucked away in the nursery under the watchful eyes of Hela’s most trusted undead caretakers skeletal warriors bound by her necromantic will, ensuring the children played undisturbed with toys forged from enchanted rubble. This left Gojira and Hela alone, free to indulge in the primal urges that had only intensified since becoming parents.
Gojira lounged on the throne like a conquering kaiju queen, her massive frame dwarfing the seat, legs spread wide to accommodate her lover. Her dark scales gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat already building, her wild black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her cock stood proud and erect, throbbing with anticipation, its blue-tinted length veined and massive, the subtle lip-like patterns along its shaft pulsing faintly as if alive. Hela, the Goddess of Death, straddled her with regal grace turned raw hunger. Her pale skin flushed with arousal, raven hair tumbling loose, and her body still curvaceous and softened from motherhood pressed eagerly against Gojira’s. Her breasts, full and heavy from lingering lactation, swayed with each movement, nipples dark and erect, a faint bead of milk already pearling at the tips.
Hela’s arms wrapped tightly around Gojira’s neck, fingers tangling in the kaiju’s hair as she lowered herself onto the waiting cock. A shared gasp escaped them as the thick head breached her slick entrance, stretching her tight, wet pussy inch by inch. “Mmm, yes…fill me, my beast,” Hela moaned, her emerald eyes locking onto Gojira’s glowing yellow ones. She sank down fully, bottoming out with a wet slap, her inner walls clenching greedily around the invading shaft. Gojira’s hands immediately claimed Hela’s huge, plush butt, squeezing the soft flesh with possessive force. Her black claws sank inches deep into the pale globes not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave indented marks that made Hela hiss in pleasurable pain. The grip anchored her, allowing Gojira to thrust upward in shallow, teasing rolls while Hela began to ride.
Their lips met in a deep, French-style kiss, tongues sliding and twisting in a heated dance. It was messy, passionate saliva mixing as they devoured each other, moans vibrating between them. Gojira’s smoke-scented breath mingled with Hela’s cool, ethereal one, her tongue rough and textured like fine grit, exploring every corner of the goddess’s mouth. Hela ground her hips in circles, riding the cock with deliberate slowness at first, her clit rubbing against Gojira’s scaled pubic bone with each undulation. The throne creaked under their combined weight, but neither cared, lost in the building rhythm.
After long, breathless minutes, they separated their lips with a wet pop, a thick trail of saliva connecting them like a glistening bridge. Both panted heavily, heatedly, chests heaving in sync, Gojira’s massive breasts pressing against Hela’s, sweat trickling down their bodies. Smoke curled from Gojira’s nostrils, her shark-toothed grin wicked and affectionate. “Fuck, Hela…is this you wanting more kids already? Or are you just damn horny for my dick?” she rumbled, her voice gravelly with lust, one hand kneading Hela’s ass deeper, claws flexing.
Hela smiled slyly, a giggle escaping her light and uncharacteristically playful, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “Can’t it be both?” she purred, leaning in to nuzzle her nose against Gojira’s, their foreheads touching in a tender moment amidst the debauchery. The contact was electric, sparking renewed fire. Gojira growled approvingly, her tail thumping against the throne’s base as she surged upward, thrusting harder now. Hela’s giggle turned to a moan, and they dove back into their passion, fucking like animals in heat, raw, unrestrained, the throne room filling with the lewd symphony of wet slaps and guttural cries.
Hela rode faster, her hips slamming down to meet Gojira’s vigorous upward pounds, the cock plunging deep into her core with each collision. “Yes~! Harder, my love!” she screamed in bliss, her voice echoing to the top of the cavernous chamber, raw and ecstatic. Gojira’s hands squeezed Hela’s butt even tighter, claws digging in as she guided the goddess’s movements, her own hips bucking like a piston. The kaiju leaned forward, capturing one of Hela’s bouncing breasts in her mouth, sucking hungrily on the swollen nipple. Warm, sweet milk flooded her tongue, remnants of Hela’s post-pregnancy lactation, tasting like creamy nectar laced with the goddess’s dark essence. Gojira groaned around the flesh, swallowing greedily, her teeth grazing lightly as she switched to the other breast, milk dribbling down her chin.
Hela’s arms tightened around Gojira’s neck, her body arching as waves of pleasure built. “Keep fucking me harder~! Fill me up, my love!” she begged, her pussy clenching desperately, milking the thick shaft as it hammered against her cervix. Gojira obliged with a feral roar, her thrusts turning apocalyptic fast, deep, relentless. The pressure mounted, Hela’s screams peaking in a crescendo of bliss as her orgasm shattered her, inner walls spasming wildly. Gojira followed, her cock erupting in thick, hot ropes of cum, flooding Hela’s womb until her belly swelled slightly with the volume, excess leaking out in creamy rivulets.
They collapsed against each other, still joined, panting in the afterglow as the throne room settled into satisfied silence.