Important Note: This chapter is NSFW, and contains non-con sexual content. Any who wish to skip this chapter, I will have a non-smut summary of the important plot points that happens here at the start of the next chapter.
Ghidorah wasn't sure what he expected from a 'bar', and from what he's seen so far, he's less than impressed.
Especially when the half-life kept insisting on leaning against him, laughing obnoxiously at whatever pointless story he was rambling about. As if the dragon cared to hear any of it. He cared more about the lifeforms he was still sensing for miles around. They were all so small and weak; it would be so easy to fly out of here and blast them all. Destroy this entire establishment! Imagine how good that would feel, the dose of euphoria his crests would give with each life snuffed out. He can definitely use a moment of distraction right now.
But no... He's stuck here, surrounded by lifeforms that he wasn't allowed to harm, much less kill. All because of this blabbering idiot, who only seemed to get more stupid the more he drinks. He didn't know how it was possible, but it was happening.
"Hey, Ghiddy!" If this half-life calls him that one more time...
For every 'Ghiddy' he hears, he noted to add an extra hour to the torture he had planned for this cyborg.
"GHIDDY!" Okay, that one was TWO hours, just for shouting it so close to his ear. He closed all six of his eyes, tails twitching with agitation before he was forced to respond through gritted teeth.
"Yes?"
"Your Masters were a real piece of work, you know that?" As if he needed to be reminded. "That they won't even let you enjoy the simple things in life, like food and drinks, it's insane." Ghidorah doesn't respond, not just because the chip wouldn't permit it, but also because he didn't want to encourage the half-life to continue. Doesn't stop him from continuing anyway. "I took you here, to show you what an actual good time looks like; that it's so much better than killing trees. But noooo, you're just making this so difficult. You're always making things difficult, all because you blame me for something I didn't even do."
Okay, now Ghidorah wanted to say something but his voice wouldn't work. Probably because he had nothing good to say here. Like hell this cyborg 'did nothing'. Even disregarding his contributions to capturing him, this piece of work tried to abandon him TWICE in a fight Ghidorah didn't ask to be in. Did he really think something like THAT would earn his good graces?
But his mouth would not utter these words, no matter how hard he tried. No, he just had to stand here in this uncomfortable position.
"You're so damn lucky you're hot," the cyborg continued. "I wouldn't even bother with anyone else, but you..." He didn't like the way this half-life looked at him, nor the feeling of one of those bladed arms brushing over the scales of his shoulders. "You just look so damn fuckable." He winced as the half-life ran his tongue over his mouth; why does he keep doing that?! Worst part about it, he felt the other claw hook onto his horns, holding him in place. He could do nothing to resist it, even as his mouth is intruded. He can feel it against the roof of his mouth, wrapping around his own tongue.
He thought he would only have to endure this for a few seconds, but not this time. The cyborg leaned against him, pushing him back against the counter. He felt pain from the gash left on his chest, and every instinct told him to shove the blue kaiju away. He didn't even bother to try to act on those instincts; he knew it wouldn't do anything.
The half-life was really pushing against him now, so much so that he felt the blades of that chest-saw digging into his scales. A few even punctured through, earning a flinch from him. His wings folded shut, just so he can brace them against the countertop and avoid falling back any further.
Finally, the cyborg pulled his tongue out of his mouth but he didn't back off of him.
"Say my name, babe."
...
Ghidorah narrowed his eyes, but his answer came without malice in his tone. "Half-life."
The pain was expected, but no less horrific. The saw pressing against him suddenly went off, only for a few seconds. But it was enough to rip through his scales and flesh, spraying blood, and getting a shriek from him. And a contemptuous laugh from the cyborg.
"Half-life, huh?! Want to call me that again, Ghiddy?!"
Ghidorah snarled at him hatefully, teeth bared and body frozen. Those blades were still embedded in the muscles of his chest and underbelly. But he knew it would take no real effort from the cyborg to go in deeper, to slice through his rib-cage and disembowel him completely. He didn't know if he would have enough cosmic energy in his reserves to repair that kind of damage.
"Gigan. That's my name. Say it."
"Gigan." came his response in that stupid monotone the chip forced him to speak in. It didn't matter to him what this creature's name was. He will always be 'half-life' in his mind, because it's TRUE. And this idiot can lie to himself as much as he wants, force him to call him by whatever name he wants. Doesn't change the truth.
And of course, the cyborg remained oblivious to these thoughts.
"Good," the smaller kaiju hissed. "I don't want to hear 'half-life' come out of your mouth again, got it?" All three of Ghidorah's heads gave a single nod and the cyborg's smirk grew over his beak as he leaned his face in close once more. There's that tongue again, sliding over his lips and pushing past his teeth. Just close his eyes and it'll be over soon. It'll be over soo-
Wait, what was THAT?!
He felt something poke against him, far too low on the cyborg's body to be any of his saw-blades. His left set of eyes opened and peered down to see-
"Hey, hey, hey!" came an unexpected yell, and both of them looked towards the lifeform behind the counter. The many-legged kaiju glared at them, particularly at the half-life. "Take that shit outside. Nobody wants to see that!"
The cyborg watched this lifeform for a moment, that stupid smirk never leaving him beak before he returned his attention to the dragon. "Ain't nobody around to see."
"By 'nobody', I meant me!" the insect continued indignantly. "We're not running THAT kind of establishment. Either dial it back or get out!"
The half-life ran that tongue over his own beak and mandibles for a moment, maintaining eye contact with the insect. After a long moment, he chuckled. "Fine, we'll be back when we're done." His eye locked back onto Ghidorah's, the dragon feeling the dread he kept buried underneath his anger and frustration growing stronger.
He knew what was about to happen, and for the first time in his life...
He hoped the lesser lifeform, that insect, would stop it. Can't it see that he did not welcome any of this? Of course it knew, and Ghidorah knew it didn't care. He wouldn't care if the roles were reversed; he's seen matings before and the only reason he ever interfered at all back then was to kill both the participants. Granted, he highly doubted the insect would be strong enough to kill him, but he would make it easy! He would let it without a fight! He would honestly rather be dead right now than face the utter humiliation in store for him!
But he had no way to communicate any of this...
As the cyborg pulled away, allowing blood to escape the gruesome gash left on his belly, Ghidorah couldn't even acknowledge the pain that action brought. He wanted to stay where he was; he would sooner take part in this weird drinking thing the cyborg insisted on earlier. Sure, it hurt his throat to forcefully expel the drinks from his Gravity Beam sacs so many times in a row, but that pain was preferable.
The dread grew with every step he was forced to take to follow the half-life. For the first time that he can remember, he felt truly alone. There was nobody willing to help him.
Nothing more satisfying than seeing the look this three-headed asshole was giving him as they slowed to a stop out of sight from the bar. Even knowing he had no choice in what was to come, Ghidorah still had a defiant look on his faces, all three baring their fangs at him. It was adorable, how he thinks he can do anything.
He was quick to show just how useless the dragon's efforts were with a strong kick to Ghidorah's chest, and as the hydra stumbled back, his tail whips forward to sweep those feet out from under him. Down the dragon went, the ground beneath them trembling from the impact.
Ghidorah roared at him, attempting to get up before Gigan planted his foot on his chest. Directly on those open wounds he left.
"Stay down." he told his golden prize and he felt Ghidorah freeze at the command. The look on the dragon's face, no doubt trying to fight the chip, was so damn hot. As was the sight of him laying helpless at his feet. He can see the fear in those eyes, try as the dragon might to hide it behind that show of aggression. The fact that HE was the one causing that fear, in such a powerful kaiju...
Yeah, nothing was going to be more satisfying.
He took his time, looking over those golden scales and especially at those massive wings fanned out on either side of the hydra. Ghidorah seemed to have taken notice of his attention towards his wings, and as if in defiance, he began folding them closed. Gigan reacted quickly, both his claws slashing down to pierce into the membrane of those wings. The tips of his blades buried in the ground, pinning those beautiful sails open. He heard the stifled cry of surprise and pain from his partner and he grinned down at him.
He said nothing, lowering himself down until he sat straddled against those hips, his tail brushing back and forth between the dragon's. The wyvern felt cold beneath him, and it took a moment for his body heat to warm those scales. He can feel those muscles tensing beneath him, Ghidorah's defiant faces refusing to give way...
... until Gigan gave a grind against him.
Those eyes widened and the cyborg couldn't keep in a snicker. Damn, it felt good though, those scales rough against his groin. Between the sight of those sails, and the sensation of scales against him, it didn't take long for his arousal to become obvious once more. From beneath the base of his tail, just under the last point of his chest-saw, peeked the very tip of his member. Curious and eager.
He shifted his weight, leaning down to run his tongue along those scales. His vision was overtaken with gold, beautiful shimmering gold. Clicking softly, his body automatically began giving a few more thrusts to ensure his parts were ready, and wanting for more. He shifted slightly again, relying on instinct to position himself just right. But no amount of poking and prodding was getting what he wanted. Where-?
He lets out a growl in frustration. He couldn't find where this dragon's entrance was and it was throwing off the lust coursing through him. He shifted again, but still nothing. He felt nothing but scales between those legs.
...
No matter, he had three other options to work with.
He turned his attention to the dragon's faces. Ghidorah seemed to have resigned to his fate, those three heads resting on the ground with all six eyes closed tight. Did the dragon feel any pleasure from this? He didn't care; his own desire was his sole priority and it was getting harder to ignore. A crooked smirk came to his beak, and he pulled his claws from those wings. He shifted his position, moving himself forward. He can feel Ghidorah's wings under his knees, the membrane puncturing from the spikes.
Ghidorah only winced, and still refused to open his eyes when Gigan settled on his wounded chest. He reached out and trailed a claw delicately along the snout of the middle head before hooking it behind those horns and pulling him up. This got a growl, soft but no less defiant.
Gigan was undeterred, running his tongue along those lips before he whispered. "Open your mouth."
Finally, Ghidorah opened his eyes, just to glare at him before parting those jaws. Gigan wasted no time, pulling the dragon's open maw directly over the waiting tip of his member. Not a second later, said member revealed itself explosively, its corkscrew-shaped form shoving itself inside with surprising velocity and force. Ghidorah's eyes widened at the action, but no attempts to pull away was made, even as his throat was intruded. Said throat was surprisingly narrow and the cyborg kaiju was so well-endowed that a noticeable bulge was visible in the dragon's neck. To Gigan's delight, not only were those walls tight around him, but there was a tingling sensation within that moist cavern, as if the dragon's Gravity Beams had left residue that now teased him.
A pleasured clicking sound comes from him, as his mandibles tapped against his beak.
He can feel the teeth barely raking against his shaft, that forked tongue pressing between the coils of his organ. The muscles in that throat spasmed around him as the dragon gagged. But the cyborg doesn't withdraw and in fact, he made it a point to shove himself as far into that throat as he could. The retching got worse and he held the dragon there, savoring him.
Only a few seconds of this, he felt the dragon attempt to pull away, and he moved his claws off to allow it... before pulling him back down before he can fully disengage, his blades digging into those scales every time another attempt to struggle was made. He held him there for a moment before repeating the process once more. Up and down. His voice came as a husky growl.
"Like that. You will move like that. Got it?"
The hydra immediately froze, and he can feel a vibration in that throat, as if an attempt to vocalize was made. But no sound came out. Still felt damn good though and he gave a forceful thrust against the dragon's snout. This got the dragon moving; he was a bit awkward at the task but soon adapted a rhythm Gigan can appreciate. A fast learner, very good.
With one head taken care of, his eye turned to the other two heads, still laying there with their eyes closed.
"You have two more tongues, babe," he hissed breathlessly. "Fuckin' use them."
At those words, those two heads picked themselves up from the ground, and without hesitation, they got to work. He felt them on his chest and neck, and he used his tail to guide the left one closer to the less armored, more sensitive parts of his body. The other, he propped that chin up to meet that tongue with his own.
He heard another growl from the dragon and it encourages him to push his tongue into that mouth. And he went further, seeking that same tight tingly feeling in this one's throat too. That growl was cut off, any attempts to pull away made useless. He tilted his head, just to lock his beak onto Ghidorah's mouth proper, his mandibles closing tight enough on the dragon's snout and jawline to draw blood.
The middle head was still tending to his member, and his own hips began to thrust against the motion. He was building quickly, and with hardly a thought, he pulled back his tongue and bit down on Ghidorah's, severing it from his mouth completely. The head jolted away with a shriek, the left head screeching along with its counterpart. He felt the center head halt his administrations, and the attempt to vocalize gave a pleasant vibration against him.
Gigan smirked, chewing the severed tongue and savoring the blood in his mouth before looking down at the middle head now glaring up at him.
"Keep going," he commanded as he chewed. "Faster now."
The dragon did as told, and he turned his attention back to the right head. He pulled him back in with a claw, licking the blood that seeped from the hydra's mouth. And as climax grew nearer, he pulled the head lower and bit into the back of his neck. Hard.
The resulting shriek of pain is what brought him over the edge.
He felt Ghidorah give a jolt beneath him as he ejaculated, and the middle head attempted to pull away again. But Gigan used a claw to keep him in place, his voice muffled with fur, scales, blood, and flesh. "Swallow it."
There we go, he felt the muscles contract around him as the dragon takes in his load, and then felt the resulting wretch. But Gigan's member kept his seed from coming back up and the other two heads began gagging as well, as if trying to expel the fluids without success.
That's right, you're taking it all in, you asshole.
His body began to calm, and he lets out a breath. He doesn't let go of the right head, biting down harder if anything just to savor the taste of blood. Finally, after a moment, he pulled away. The middle head's mouth was freed and the second it was made possible, Ghidorah retched again and out came the white fluid, all over Gigan's chest and stomach.
The cyborg wasn't bothered, the glare he received more than made up for it. He chuckled, nuzzling his beak against the dragon's snout. "Not bad for your first time, babe." There's that typical growl in response and his smirk grew tenfold. "How about another round?"
"No."
"Yes," he chuckled, glancing back towards Ghidorah's tails. Shame the hydra didn't seem to have a proper entrance for him, but now that his mind was cleared, he had the patience to do a proper exam down there. He returned his gaze back to the dragon's. "Stay down."
Ghidorah's eyes narrowed at that, as Gigan stood up and circled around towards his tails. His own tail clicked as he slowed to a stop, scanning the scales between the dragon's legs. His tail moved to poke and prod at the folds of skin, feeling him out. Making double certain that there was indeed nothing there.
There wasn't.
Ghidorah really had no reproductive organs whatsoever.
...
That's okay, he'll just get creative.
Without any warning whatsoever, he stabbed the stinger of his tail deep into Ghidorah's flesh right where an entrance should be. The shriek that escaped the wyvern was ear-piercing this time, but Gigan does nothing to silence him. No, he savored it, as he drove his tail in deeper and deeper. The dragon kicked against the ground, trying to push himself away, but Gigan expanded the blades of his stinger so as to effectively hook himself in.
The struggles don't stop and those tails thrashed recklessly, releasing those gasses as if that would do anything.
He gave another powerful lurch in deeper, pushing through flesh and whatever organ it was that was in the way. The shrieks get louder somehow, and the dragon's legs and tails began twitching and spasming.
Gigan watched those struggles with satisfaction, keeping his tail embedded in the dragon before violently ripping it back out. The shrieking came to a sudden halt and blood was pooling around Ghidorah's tails, staining the scales. There were chunks of flesh and mystery organ stuck to Gigan's tail, which he took particular glee in licking off.
After he got it all cleaned off, he returned his attention to his partner, who was still twitching although not as strongly. Those six eyes were wide and unfocused, locked on the sky and not even paying attention to him.
He said nothing as he moved to straddle those hips. The twitching gets stronger and those legs start kicking uselessly again. But he was not to be dislodged and his claws hook onto dragon's body, and every spasm sliced deeper gashes into flesh. His erection has settled to the point where only the tip was revealed once more, and he positioned himself so that it just barely brushed against the makeshift entrance.
Ghidorah's tails give another useless thrash before Gigan shoved himself into that wound as deep as he can. At the simulation, his penis once more exploded out of hiding, violently penetrating the 'entrance'. He felt those muscles tense and there was a moment where the dragon's movements were once more reduced to just twitches. Wonderful twitches against his groin.
But the dragon wasn't screaming anymore, even with those three jaws wide open. The dragon's discomfort and pain was a major driving force behind his pleasure, and deprived of it, his mating was threatened. He leaned forward, running his tongue into the older wounds he left on Ghidorah's chest and stomach before biting into it. His teeth and mandibles dug deep into the flesh. But this got nothing more from the dragon, not even a growl.
"Scream for me, babe."
Nothing.
He glared towards Ghidorah's faces; all three were still staring at the sky with that stupid unfocused look. Was his voice too muffled? He released his hold on the dragon's flesh, his tone impatient. "Hey, I said scream." Still nothing. Was he not paying attention? Fine, he'll make him scream the old fashion way.
There was no gentleness in his motions, feeling the slippery bloodied flesh trembling against his member. He doesn't stop, building speed as he drove himself as deep as he could, and the dragon was still not reacting to any of it. Even when Gigan stabbed a claw into Ghidorah's wing and sliced through the membrane.
Nothing.
It was getting disappointing real fast, and he found it a bit more difficult to finish this time around. Even when he reached his climax, it wasn't nearly as good as the first one. This damn dragon ruining everything. His seed spilled from the wound, tainted with blood as he pulled away. He looked down at the damage done, but his sadism has long since given way to frustration. The preparation was more fun than the actual mating! Without a word, he stood up over the dragon, glaring down at him.
Still no damn response. Just more sporadic twitching.
Giving a huff, he moved towards the three heads, those six red eyes still star-gazing blankly like an idiot. He knelt down, his member pulling itself fully back into his body as he does. He used a bloody claw to shift one of those heads towards him. No response, no growl, no hint of recognition in those eyes. But the damn thing was alive, still bleeding. Unconscious?
Seems the dragon couldn't handle him.
That thought did little to make himself feel better, and he stood back up to give that stupid face a kick. Without a word, he turned back towards the direction of the bar and started walking towards it, leaving Ghidorah twitching where he laid with no intention to get him help. Damn thing didn't deserve it.
Whatever.
A few more drinks will ease his disappointment, then he can go for another round with his new mate. This time, with lowered expectations.