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Empress Qiyana shrieked in pain as a large metal rod containing none other than Private Ryan shoved itself so far up her sex that it had penetrated her oval. And yet this was the most stimulating insertion that she had ever experienced, that she let out a shriek with all her three heads, spreading her wings and finding her hips gyrating against it. The fuel on the rocket splutters as it pulls in, out, around three good thrusts before it breaks with the sheer amount of strength the Kaiju had. Man-made machine could not serve to stand against such a beast, after all.

She pants, having experienced such a great orgasm for... life times, really. When was the last time she had done so? A Kaiju tries to remember, but fails to. Instead, it looks forward to the horizon. Maybe there's more of these metal rods that fly up her cooch when she goes deeper, and she steps forth as the little flies that were buzzing and shooting at her nipples get away from her.

Then she stops, puzzled as she remembers something.

She can't go in land.

Why so? She was one of the strongest of the Kaijus. The alpha. If she so commands it, she can make it so that the Kaijus would run rampant in the land, and the only reason why she hadn't done so was because of Zilla, the Flaming Kaiju. They had done so in the ancient times, but both skirted around each other, for it always ended in a stalemate, hissing and roaring and yet never getting close enough.

And it wasn't like these little ants were up to the task.

Not ants. Qiyana thought. Humans. That's what they were called.

The Kaiju blinks as she looks around for a moment. More memories flood to her. Memories of herself... And of other. Something far more trivial. A far measly existence that she would never be able to comprehend. That the owner of the memory would fail to comprehend the sheer amount of information that was going through a Kaiju's mind.

Then it remembers a name. A name that she was, around two decades ago, in a life that she had never lived.

Ryan.

Private Ryan looked down at herself, three heads hanging, blinking, seeming to look around confused as he looked over at the headquarters. A burning sensation in his loins, of aching pain, pleasure, and longing, fills him. He feels needy... He wants something. Anything to satisfy him, but he knows that the HQ is watching him.

Watching him as Empress Qiyana, the Three Headed Kaiju.