Giant Monster Blowjob

Reluctantly, the moth girl extends a blue tongue and licks the tip of your knob. With rhythmic circular motions she slurps up the beads of thick precum, before moving on to the shaft. Face hot with embarrassment, she lick your shaft from top to bottom until it glistens with her saliva. Shifting your colossal weight, you present her with your gigantic nutsack, resting it against her mouth and nose.

With a soft "haamh", the giant girl takes your sack into her mouth. Gently, she sucks each testicle, using her tongue to meticulously clean the filth out of each and every wrinkle, accompanied by muffled slurping and panting noises. While she devotedly suckles on your nuts, your huge prick rests across her face between her two antennae, leaking sticky percum into her hair. Her breath against your balls is gloriously hot, to a mere human, frail and tiny, it would surely be painfully scalding, but to a mighty atomic conqueror like you, it´s like a warm bath around your tightening sack.

With a wet pop you lift your balls out of her dripping wet mouth. She actually seems **** to let them go and she keeps her mouth open, tongue sticking out as if awaiting something else to fill it. Her blush no longer seems to be merely one of shame and anger. "Haah, haah, haah..." she pants hotly against your dick, tongue subconsciously running up and down the base and scrotum. Lifting her up slightly, you stand, confident that she wont fight back. She´s kneeling in front of you, head and shoulders still taller than the buildings around you, even on her knees, as you place the tip of your cock on her tongue. As she moves in to suck, you pull it tantalisingly out of her reach. "Ngyyiii!", she whines, gazing up at you pleadingly, eyes filled with hot tears of desire and hatred. You let out a mean-spirited rumble of a chuckle at the sight of her frustration. Even in your dreams of being a 200-foot city-destroying nuclear titan with a cock you can see from space you´re still a huge dickbag it seems.

Once you´ve grown tired of teasing your poor, defeated victim, you let her get a hold on your cock with her lips. Latching on tight, afraid you´ll take it away again, the moth girl begins sucking your dick. Bobbing her beautiful head up and down on the head of your flesh-pillar, she slurps noisily, drool running down her chin. With her lips sealed in a tight O, she creates a vacuum in her mouth, sucking as hard as she can until your cockhead is tickling the entrance to her throat, all the while rubbing her tongue against the underside of your cock. Holding her head in place, you gently but firmly guide her deeper down your shaft until the head is rubbing past her uvula, causing her to gag. Still she keeps sucking in her cheeks and working her tongue like a good whore.

*NGSHRRLPH, SHLLRP, SHHLRRPMH!* The wet sounds of her mouth milking your rod ring out across the smoking wastelands of central Tokyo, echoing through the desolate canyons of skyscrapers. The panting and slurping drowns out the whirr of tiny press helicopters circling the two of you at a distance, streaming the sight of you getting your knob gagged on live across the globe.

As the gorgeous exotic moth-maiden continues to suck your cock down to the root, you feel yourself near the edge. The veins of your huge shaft stand rigidly out and your balls churn with fuck-lust. Sensing you tense up, the girl begins to increase her pace, rivers of drool running down her chin, drawing strings of saliva from your balls each time her chin presses up against them.

But you have other plans. With one mighty hand, you grip a handful of her lustrous hair, with the other, you grab her lower jaw, forcing her mouth open. The girl has barely a moment to register your intentions, opalescent blue eyes widening in panic, before you start pounding your thick, vein-corded ****-hammer into her helpless face.

"NNNGLUUHRCHH!" Her mouth is wide open in a muffled, retching scream as you plow her soft, yielding gullet. Your gargantuan meat-rod rubs along the length of her slimy blue tongue, past her tonsils again and again, without pause or even the faintest hint of mercy. *TCHLICK-THLIKH-TCHLUKH* ring out the sloppy clicking sounds as your cockhead repeatedly batters the soft, plush flesh at the back of her throat, as thick wads of saliva and phlegm are sent flying in slimy strings each time you pull out. The road beneath you is flooded in viscous throat-juice, the stricken girl´s chest and kneeling thighs slick with the bubbly lubricant.

The shockwaves of your colossal scrotum pounding her drool-smeared chin is so strong, it blows a helicopter, that had foolishly flown too near clean out of the sky. Your hips move like the mindless, unstoppable pistons of some gargantuan, hellish freight-train, faster and faster, visibly bulging out her throat while she can only sob and retch. All her power, all her speed, cunning and ****, completely useless in the face of your pitiless superiority, the noble lepidopterous warrior-maiden is reduced to a mere hole, to be used, broken and discarded like an old tissue, worth less than even a ****.

Stream rises off your thrusting body as you build towards orgasm, until finally, with a mighty roar, like the unchained howl of the very Earth and Heavens, you bury your entire length as deep as you can in her gorge. Her nose is firmly smushed against the wiry forest of your pubes, your boiling, pumping balls press against her chin. Your hands maintain their vise-like grip as you begin to cum. HARD. The first, preliminary spurt is already huge, lasting nearly 30 seconds and almost filling her entire throat with impossibly thick, steaming-hot jizz. The next shots are like a dam bursting, like a viscous, liquid hydrogen bomb going off in the depths of her gullet. Pulse after pulse of jelly-thick seed gushes into her, more than she could ever hope to swallow. You fill her throat, her stomach, even her lungs! A veritable waterfall of spunk comes pouring from her nose. She swallows and swallows and swallows again, but for each mouthful she manages to **** down, more just keeps coming, until it comes bubbling up through her throat and past her lips. Her eyes are wide in shock and fear as she struggles to maintain consciousness as your barbaric, godlike load rapes her insides. She pounds your thighs, begging you silently to let her breathe, to not drown her in jizz. When that doesn´t help, she digs her claws into your skin, scratching glowing lines of firey nuclear blood into your legs. Still you hold her in place, your roar of sadistic pleasure still shaking the very earth itself, audible as far away as Hawai´i and Mongolia. As she grows limp against you, you pull out and fire off one last thick rope of cum across her face, to mark her as your property.

Still gripping her jaw, you **** her to swallow the last of your load. After three hard, strained gulps, she opens her mouth to show you that it is empty. Face streaked with tears and drool, tits and thighs slick with her own slimy throat-juices, strings of phlegmy saliva and cum still trailing from her lips to your cock, she kneels before you, head bent, gasping for breath, frame wracked with rattling sobs of humiliation and defeat. Her mighty, beautiful wings hang limply from her back. Her eyes are empty and wild. The beautiful, honourable Moth-Maiden, divine guardian of the isles, has been defeated, broken and enslaved by your colossal fuck-rod! You are Lord of Kaiju!

Standing over her, towering over the destroyed city, pillars of smoke rising into the stratosphere, you survey your victory, your supreme conquest. Spreading your arms wide, you roar again, as loud as you can, and let off a massive blast of Atomic Breath that rips a searing hole in the clouds and completely obliterates an unlucky satellite high in orbit, reducing the floating marvel of human engineering to its constituent atoms and depriving all of Venezuela of satellite television for a month. None can stand in your way! Those puny humans in their pathetic metal boxes will cower before your mighty, big-penised might. No-one can call you a creep, loser, asshole, noob, pitiful, tryhard manlet, douchebag or disappointment to the family ever again!

Suddenly, you feel a hand, grab you by the scruff of the neck. The horrible noise of a zipper being pulled down fills your world. Suddenly, you aren´t huge anymore, you´re a scrawny human again, and Okawara, the director is screaming at you in Japanese. You are knee-deep in splintered and cum-soaked balsa-wood, half-dressed in a cheap rubber suit with your limp knoblet hanging out. The director is yelling at you, livid in apoplectic east-asian rage. You try to think of an answer, an excuse as to why you wrecked the model city off-camera, moreover how you ended up cumming all over it, but to your horror, you realize you don´t speak a word of Japanese.

As the crew bares down on you, armed with katanas, bamboo spears and affordable, high-quality home electronics, you sink to your knees, sobbing "no, no, noooo..."

Like a bitch.

You wake up.