Titanus Behemoth Novels & Stories

The Prince groaned, his body twisting in the sheets. Slurp, slurp, slurp... "Ugh... ah... Oh! Suck it... suck it harder! Ooh!" The Prince ground his rod against her soft tongue before forcing her to take the full girth once more. He hissed in pleasure, but as Snow White performed her "duty," her mind drifted. She thought of the seven hot, massive rods of the Titans that had taken turns invading her. Theirs were three times the size of the Prince’s, their heads broader and more powerful. Just the memory of the Titans' savage thrusts sent a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to erupt unexpectedly.

Elon immediately stopped, "This is Titan, not our company, don't alarm President Adams..." "But your..." "President Adams!" Dane exclaimed. Jenna looked up, not far away, Berrick stood in the middle of the promenade, looking at them with a cold face and a smile. That gaze, cold as frost! Jenna felt a chill run down her spine and inexplicably tensed up inside... Elon let go of Jenna and moved half a step to the side, keeping some distance from her. It seemed to be avoiding suspicion. "Mr.Mars, is everything alright?" Berrick approached slowly.

The launchers, rendered useless by the corrosive plasma, smashed directly into the side of the Titan's metal body with a beautiful crunch. The Titan's cockpit was wrenched sideways with the scream of metal, pushed to one side like a broken neck. The agile mech staggered backwards much like the Goliath had in Vietnam, sparks flying from exposed wires. The Titan, however, was more powerful than its Goliath brethren and seemed to recover from the blunt attack. It turned to face me for one final salvo. A superheavy slug struck the mech, detonating against its breached armour. The damaged mech's hull buckled with the impact and it toppled for good, command capsule soaring into the sky.

The walls were spotless and had art of famous Tangent battles on them and the ceiling was incredibly high with expensive chandeliers hanging from it a few feet apart which gave the black marble floor beneath his feet an ethereal gleam. His walk was interrupted as he came to a stop to look at his favorite depiction of a Tangent battle, the name of the piece was “Pure Dominance” A little intense, but he liked it. The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I supported him while he was on his feet. Gosh! The drugs must have been taking an effect on him. “Kick that jerk out of here!” Raylie hissed silently. He was as if losing his strength. The servants approached Travis who already planned to get away. But Thore and the twins were quick in catching him. I don’t know what else happened and I focused on Raylie. “Are you okay?” He smiled. “Of course. No one can beat a Titan.” He said with pride. But just right after, he closed his eyes and lost his consciousness.

He gave the folder to Darvin, and he laid it on the bed so Celeste and I could see it as well. "The mass that Titan vomited last night has the same structure and composition that we saw in his body, which prohibits his immune system from functioning properly. And based on the x-ray I took months ago, the size was smaller than what Titan has inside. So I’m assuming it was not fully out, but the fact that there’s a possibility to have it extracted or naturally vomited out gave me hope that maybe if it’s fully out, his body can function normally." I bit my bottom lip, this was good news.

Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when I do, I destroy them in an instant. “What do you want from me?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. “I want proof you’re more than raw power in a body,” Raven said. His eyes held me like steel. “I want to see the strong warrior I trained, the monster and also you in control of it.” A heavy gate opens at the far side of the arena. My stomach knotted. Titan stepped through. He was huge in size, eight feet tall, with broad shoulders enough to block the light of the day and arms spread like tree trunks.

James' laboratory. The Behemoth is a towering and fearsome monster that commands attention with its imposing physical appearance. Standing at an impressive height of 30 feet, this colossal creature possesses a muscular and robust build, its body covered in dense, scaly, and rock-like skin. Its massive torso is adorned with sharp, bony protrusions, giving it an intimidating and primal vibe. The Behemoth's limbs are thick and powerful, capable of delivering bone-crushing blows. Its eyes, glowing with an intense fiery hue, instill terror in those who gaze upon them.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!