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Marvel: Upgrading Death 11 - New Settlement, Old Farts & Goth Collection
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The American Civil War wasn't supposed to be that violent. But when Marshall imposed heavy taxation on the American Government, forcing it to hand over a big chunk of their yearly budget, the Southern States chose to leave rather than stay.
Because the federal government had to give away money to hold onto America as it was, the Southern States didn't receive much financial grants. The tax burden increased. The infrastructure boom that was supposed to happen didn't.
So, the Southern States vehemently opposed the abolition of slavery because that would devastate their farming economy.
There was no discussion. There was no hope for mediation. The war began right away. And in the middle of it all was Abraham Lincoln, and right before him was the man who fueled the Civil War, the First Man.
"I-Is there anything you'd like, Sir?" Abraham Lincoln asked respectfully.
"Like? Oh sure, I’ll take a spicy goddess to tap, but I’ve got one at home. Dammit, Hela should stop taking this little rascal to her room. I need some action." Marshall babbled and looked towards the sky. "Anyway, I heard you've got some war going on? Figures. I told those idiots when I doodled on that declaration."
Abraham looked at him. "The declaration? Do you mean the Declaration of Independence? Sir, I have read it. I did not find your name there."
"Wow, bullshit alert! My brain still works, thank you very much. I wrote in it that they should enslave everybody equally or nobody at all, instead of making it a creepy racial hobby. Just the way I used to run my dino farm."
"..."
Abraham's jaw tightened. He could feel it from Marshall's speech. The man really didn't consider humans more than insects. Humans were the same as animals. That level of apathy scared him a little, because there was no way to bargain with a man like that.
"I… I don't know, Sir. But the official declaration we have framed does not carry your mark."
"Really? Damn, those clowns probably flipped the script. Well, they're all dead now, so who cares? In any case, good luck with the whole war thing, and make sure the tax fairy doesn’t skip my mailbox." Marshall peeled himself lazily off the recliner beach chair as he'd already finished five boxes of beer.
"I'm off to my Mammoth farm. Ah, you remember where that is, right? It's my land. If someone sneaks in, I’ll swing by and spank you. Hard."
"..."
"Marty! Helvar! Move your asses!"
A gigantic raft made of uneven wood appeared beside them. They jumped on it and just… flew away.
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The Mammoth Reserve,
Marshall flew over the beautiful land of the future State of Montana. He owned almost half of it by right of the First Man. The lush greenery, the mountains, the fields, and the streams. He really loved it. Dinosia didn't have such a landscape, sadly.
And that was also why this was the best place for the mammoths to grow. They numbered many by now and had become extremely docile because of the lack of predators. After thousands of years there, they had started to produce fur much thicker than in the past as well.
It was also why Marshall was so protective of them. They were the prime targets for exotic materials. Everything could be used; their fur, their tusks, their nails, their hearts, their meat. As for Marshall, he only ate them occasionally. To him, they were like old pets he was too fond of. An ancient species of animals that reminded him of the old times. A land of nostalgia.
"I fucking warned them!" Marshall fumed when he saw smoke in the distance. No, there were many trails of smoke rising, as if it wasn't just one camp but an entire damn settlement.
Wooosh!
He sped up and flew above the smoke with the intention of just flattening the entire settlement with telekinesis, or maybe raining thunder over them.
"The fuck's this?" Marshall was left speechless.
It looked like a proper town, not just a settlement. Buildings were made of wood, entire streets, alleys, and a larger building looking like a town hall. And the most confusing part, there were massive statues of him at every corner, each door was carved with the symbol of Dionism, and there were large painted posters of him and Marty.
The people numbered a thousand at least, most of them dark skinned, but some had brown skin.
Moreover, the people seemed to have domesticated the Mammoths. And instead of killing the giant pups, they were combing their fur, polishing their tusks, and feeding the little calves.
"What in Marty's giant ass is going on here?!"
"..."
Marty lazily rolled his eyes to the side.
"Whoa! Dad, furry elephants!"
"Those ain't elephants, kid. Those are Mammoths. Tasty as hell, but packed with enough fat to grease a tank. Back then, Marty and I got up to twice our weights." Marshall murmured and focused on what the people were doing. "It's them folks you gotta worry, boy. Hela must have told you to never trust humans. Especially when they act too sweet."
"Wruff?"
"Oh, really? They’re saints now? Why, because they stuck your ugly mug on a poster?" Marshall looked at the big T-Rex. "That’s called kissing your ass. Once they’ve got your trust, they’ll slit your throat while you nap, turn your skin into a couch, and snack on your fat bits."
Marty frowned.
"What do we do then?" Helvar asked.
"Normally, I blast their sorry asses into a million tiny pieces. But… whatever, I’ll swing by first. They’re useful little idiots. I’ll peek inside their fucked up brains."
"Grawr!"
"As if you ain't as fucked up as me, Marty." Marshall blurted and lowered the raft. He wasn't gentle with it and landed right in the middle of the town, on top of his own statue. "Move your lazy asses!"
He was loud with his landing. Marty was too recognizable; the people knew right away who had arrived.
"First Man!"
"God!"
"Mercy!"
The men, women, and even the children, all those nearby, fell to their knees. Hands clasped as they started to pray.
"Oh, Supreme First Man!"
"Mercy!"
More and more people arrived and knelt.
"Waaaaa~"
Babies cried. Their mothers frantically tried to hush them. One of them even tried to palm her own baby's face.
"Fucking relax, woman! Lad's gonna kick the bucket!" Marshall yelled at the crazy woman. "And who's your damn leader?"
"I am, your supreme holiness, First Man."
A dark skinned man stood up. He looked rather smart with a fine black suit on, his hair cut very short, his face mature, and his eyes kind with a story to tell.
"I’m William Still, First Man. I am a conductor of the underground railroad. I help folk escape the chains of the South. I swear, we mean no harm to the creatures of this land. Not one of them have we touched. We seek only safe ground, beyond the reach of the United States Government. Every soul here is either a slave or a hunted native—I pray you, let us remain here awhile."
Marshall bore into the man's head and read his thoughts. What he read was simple. Fear, desire to be accepted, anxiety, and memories of the work that the man had done. It seemed like he really had come from the South.
But again, Marshall didn't give a fuck. "Why should I? Abe's fighting for you folks, ain't he? Just join him and win the damn war and get your freedom."
Willian Still shook his head. "They don’t want to, First Man. T-They… The men and women here were dragged into the Southern Confederate army. They were told they’d be free if they won. We asked the Southern representatives to make a law to keep their promise. But they… they lied. We knew it. We here… we don’t want to risk our lives for somethin’ that oughta be as plain as breathin’, freedom and the right to live with dignity."
Marshall still rubbed his beard. "And? My ride-or-die squad is Dinosia. I molded those sexy little geniuses for millennia. What about you? You? You’re barely toilet-paper literate."
"..."
That level of disrespect was unimaginable. But when standing before a god, they just took it.
"Dear God, please, grant us a chance. We ain’t blind to learning, though life handed us sickles, not books. We’ll never harm the creatures dwelling here. Just… let us remain here for some time."
"And how long is that some time? Before I blink, you'll have skyscrapers and a Starbucks. Wait, what's Starbucks again? No, nope, screw that noise."
"Please."
Thud!
William Still fell to his knees again.
"Dad, aren't we the bad guys?"
"..."
With a frown, Marshall looked down at his son on his side. Those young eyes were full of judgment.
"Marty." Marshall looked back at the T-Rex. "Am I the bad guy?"
"Growl Rwaaaa."
"Exactly! I'm the First Man. That means I don’t get to be the bad guy, or the dumbass wrong guy. Helvar’s just a fetus in cosmic years, all hugs and juice boxes. Give him a few million years, then maybe he grows fangs." Marshall dismissed his son's words. But still, he didn't want to seem like an asshole. That would give Hela too much sway over the kid.
"Fine. I’ll ship in some nerds from Dinosia. If you clowns survive their pop quizzes, congrats, squat away. But if even one of you snuffs a Mammoth? I’ll wipe you out. End credits. No sequel."
"Thank you!" William cried.
Marshall shrugged and looked around at the large group. Soon, his eyes fell on a native woman, looking to be in her twenties, beautiful with long black hair, with an hourglass frame and chest so perky, it caught his eye.
"Since you folks wanna be second Dinosia, might as well adopt the customs." Marshall declared and walked over to the woman. "Hot! Are you taken?"
"Ruffffff~" Marty exhaled a loud, annoyed breath from a distance.
"Dad, what did Uncle Marty say?"
However, Marshall didn't reply. He just glared at the T-Rex. After all, being called a horny, sex-crazed bastard by the guy who tried to fuck a literal house in Egypt didn't make sense.
And yes, Marshall was never going to let him live it down.
"I… I'm a window, G-God."
"Oh?" Marshall turned back to the beautiful woman. "Congratulations, you just got selected for the lucky draw to live in Dinosia as my paramour."
"..."
"Grawwr~"
"That's it, Marty! We're throwing hands, you pea-brained house fucking greenshit!"
####
Europe, Warsaw,
"If we stand idle, he will string this world along like a puppet forever." Leonardo Da Vinci looked towards the other member.
Michel de Nostredame shook his head. "What can be done? The world is indeed his puppet. Apocalypse carved three canals, tying the world’s trade together. Dinosia now rules the sea trade, and it will do so as long as the First Man draws breath."
"You don't foresee any solution?" asked Isaac Newton. "We are the Brotherhood of the Shield. We protect the Earth. The First Man may have been the first to live, but his dominion cannot remain unchecked. If none of you have an idea, then I'll suggest mine."
"And what do you propose?" asked Michelangelo.
"An alliance of convenience, nothing more. The First Man cannot be killed, but we can cast him into another dimension. I know of a woman—she bends magic, warps reality, even toys with time itself. She is imprisoned, but if we offer her freedom, she may choose to help us," Issac Newton suggested.
Leonardo da Vinci sighed. "I know who you speak of."
"No, no. Do not put your faith in her. She answers only to herself," Nostredame added.
"Then who else do we have?" Newton asked, voice sharp. "Morgan Le Fay can send the First Man away, cast him into a realm he won’t return from. We can handle Morgan together. But the First Man? Not him."
In the end, they all looked at Michelangelo, the man who possessed Omnitemporality. Since the man was present in the past and future at the same time, he was the best bet to predict things.
"You know I cannot see the future related to the First Man. But I do see Morgan Le Fay supporting our cause."
"I knew she would! We have to try this," Isaac Newton said, rising. "This is our one chance. Leonardo has spent time in Dinosia. The First Man is a sex-crazed fool. Morgan Le Fay can lure him into her castle and banish him."
"All members who agree with this plan, raise your hands," Michelangelo called for a vote.
All hands were raised.
####
Blue Area of the Moon,
"Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. Each a reflection of what could have been. Some heroes will rise, others will fall. And nothing will be the same. I am the Watcher. I am lost. I am… confused."
The Watcher watched, and all he could do was watch. He watched for millions of years, and yet he couldn't make sense of anything. He traveled various realities already, and not once did he find another being like Marshall.
How did such a creature come to be? What was his origin? Uatu wanted to know. It was his obsession. An anxious little bone stuck in his throat, that wouldn't go down unless he knew everything about this strange, godly being.
"A child with Hela. Gaea's Man. First Man… Mysteries that even I cannot solve. I'll watch, I shall watch forever, no matter my desire to meet him. I can only watch—I am the Watcher."
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Other than sex, what could a hundred-million-year-old man even do to pass the time? He fucked Ajak for a whole week, and then Thena for the following week. Even sex got boring at that point. Not the sex itself, but doing it with the same few women.
"That's it, Marty! You're doing great!" Marshall roared, covered in mud, while Marty was pulling a wooden plow, preparing the fields.
"That's it, perfect!"
To a bored man, even the smallest of things could be exciting.
And that was exactly why he was in Annam, the central region of what would one day be called Vietnam. With a straw hat on his head and a much bigger one on Marty's, they were in the middle of preparing the land to grow some rice.
Marshall was the god who had descended on that village. He'd been living there for a week now and had been gifted three beautiful ladies, even. They prayed to him, did God knows what ceremonies. He let them and just enjoyed his time. He'd landed there for no reason, but the villagers searched for some greater meaning.
He worked in the fields out of boredom. And the villagers saw it as the god blessing their lands.
"Faster, boy! You're a goddam T-Rex," Marshall roared.
They'd just reclaimed land from the forest and increased the village's rice fields by fifty times. Beautiful, wide, plain rice fields. That land increase itself was a boon enough to the villagers.
At that time, there was no such thing as Vietnam. The French were in the middle of fucking around, starting in the southern region. Some French fools did come to that village, but Marty's massive tail yeeted them into the sky so far they likely landed back at their headquarters in scraps of meat and bones.
Since then, the village became untouchable ground, as the French misunderstood Marshall's intentions. They marked the village as one of First Man's territories and left it alone. Once again, the villagers prayed to him and offered virgins. Marshall rejected them as their age were questionable.
Squelch!
Mud covered the two crazed immortal creatures. And they fucking loved it. Even Marty enjoyed it, getting dirty in all that mud. His massive feet, in truth, fucked up the fields more than fixed them. But Marshall fixed it behind him.
"Alright, time to plant the rice!"
Marshall had the full intention of growing the rice and harvesting it. And during that time, the village also ran out of adult virgins to offer. Marshall didn't care, but the villagers became anxious. The even weirder part for Marshall was how they brought a different woman each time.
When he asked why, he was dumbfounded. Turns out, each woman he unvirgined became a hot commodity in the marriage market there, and instantly got married. Heck, the woman received dowry from the man. Somehow, the villagers came to believe that all the women Marshall banged had blessed wombs.
It was fucked up.
But who was Marshall to give a damn? He was busy playing his one billion, nine hundred million, two-thousandths tic-tac-toe round.
"Bah! You lost again." Marshall howled. "That brings us to even."
Yes, Marty was really good at the game. Even Marshall was shocked.
"Wraaagh?"
"Another round? Sure."
It was late at night.
Marshall started setting up another game.
"Hm?"
But suddenly, he heard some whispers in his ear. It was distant, but feminine. Sweet. Charming. So inviting, like there was a woman on the other side with her legs spread for him.
"Mephisto? I've played these games before, you red ass fuckface! I know how to counter your bullshit! Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo~"
"..."
Marty dumbly sat there on his ass, looking at the curious case of retardation that was his father, or brother, or something.
"Hah! You ain't quitting?" Marshall jumped to his feet. "Who cares if you've got a sexy, gothic voice now? I know there ain't no pussy to dive in on that side. Ugh… fuck, I imagined something nasty. Fuck you, Mephisto! Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo."
"..."
Marty shook his head and lay down sideways while watching pure insanity unfold. It wasn't the first time this had happened.
Save me! Oh, hero… Come and save me and claim me. I'm yours… Mmmmh… Oh, First Man, free me from this castle?
"Fuck off, bitch ass! Who do you think I am? Shrek? There ain't no castle. There ain't no Rapunzle—fuck, would've loved pulling that hair—Grandma Shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo~"
Please… It's me… Your fated. Love, come and save me.
"Save your own damn red cunt! Get out of my fucking head! Run away doo doo, doo doo doo doo~!”
####
Somewhere in Britain, in an ancient, hidden castle, made all black with magical stones, dark clouds shrouded it at all times. For as far as one could see, not a soul dared to come closer to it. It was the dwelling of Morgan Le Fay, and also her prison. Merlin's imprisonment wasn’t easy to remove; she could only use her astral form to gaze outside.
Like most, she was aware of the entity called the First Man. She was rather interested in the man. Magically, as well as biologically. But she never bothered to dwell on it. However, when offered freedom, she chose to aid the foolish men who'd come seeking her.
"What has twisted his mind so? Why claim I’m Mephisto? What vile act did he inflict upon this poor soul?"
Just a few million years of continuous seduction attempts—But Morgan Le Fay wasn't old enough to know that.
"My hero, hear me. Come to me and save me. I await you, chained and locked away in this castle."
At last, she saw some movement.
"This way… fly to me, my love. My arms await you. My body awaits your warmth."
Finally, she saw him flying towards her. So fast, soaring through the clouds. His face changed, so full of desire. So much hunger. So much lust that she herself had induced. The lust made her own body warm. Yet, her glossy black lips formed a dangerous, wide smile. Her pearly-white teeth in full display.
In the end, a man remains a man.
She smoothed her waist-long, silky, straight hair and fixed the golden diadem on her head. She made her attire sultry, a dark green, leathery gown that tightly clung to her curves, hips, and loosened around her ankles slightly, off-the-shoulder type, split centrally over her large bust, where laces tied them together, ensuring her heavy cleavage was visible. Her evening gloves came slightly above her elbows.
She knew she was alluring, six feet tall, born for sin, her face an aristocratic beauty of the highest order. Her green eyes meant to drown souls in them.
"Come, my love. Come… claim me. Claim your fated lover."
At last, she could see the First Man right above her castle. All she needed to do was wait for him to walk inside. The moment his feet would touch the hall before her, he would be sent to a dimension no less than a void of nothingness.
"Mmmmmh I can't wait Oh…."
She hugged herself like a vulnerable maiden.
"Nnnnnmmm… Come to me—What?!"
Yet something beyond her belief. Something outrageous happened.
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BOOM!
Fuck! I'm gonna kill this bastard!
Marshall reached the raining sky above that dark castle and waved his hand, using the full extent of his telekinesis. And just like that, he ripped apart the entire roof of the ancient castle. It was gone in a blink, torn apart and thrown away like rubble.
The massive hall of the castle was left bare; now heavy rain filled it, and right there in the middle was her.
"What? You ain't the redshit Mephisto!" Marshall frowned at the sight. And quite honestly, his cock swelled at the prospect that whatever he heard in that voice was real. "Jesus Christ! I really am drawn to you big titty goth mommy types!"
Marshall couldn't take his eyes off her. She was as tall as him, insanely beautiful, with black hair, black glossy lipstick, black mascara, a dark green leather gown that revealed so much pale skin. She had curves to die for, a literal hourglass, heavy breasts, and wide hips.
"So you want me to warm your icy hot bod? Say no more, my black-clad goth—I shall slay the dragon holding you here and turn your Grand Canyon into a cozy hot tub of whipped cream."
"..."
Morgan Le Fay was speechless. She didn't expect the man to be so outrageous and rather… beautiful. A hulking, walking, talking, container of masculine energy. She couldn't understand why. She felt attracted to him. No, her body, her womb, her lips, her skin screamed at her to kneel to this man and be his whore if he willed it.
It felt so disgusting. Never before had her body betrayed her like that. Yet she couldn't stop looking at his face, his chest, his groin. She felt her breath warm up. Her loins slick.
"W-Who are you?!" Morgan Le Fay questioned, confused, searching for a reason behind the things she was feeling. She wanted to completely submit to him. But it was a scandalous thought. She, Morgan Le Fay, the greatest Dark Sorceress, submitting to a man.
"Me?" Marshall hovered in the air and smugly fixed his hair with his fingers. "I'm the First-Man, the hottest man since a hundred million years, the one who carries the biggest wand, the herder of Mammoths, the eternal hater of Mephisto, the husband to be of Firehair… fuck I miss her, and the pursuer of that big titty beauty Gaea."
"Gaea?!" Morgan Le Fay exclaimed. "How do you know her?"
"Know her? Hah!" Marshall chortled. "I suckled her tits dry, and nutted inside her goddam slippery hot cunt! Shit, I miss her too… My first pussy in millions of years. Too bad, she's disappeared."
"..."
Morgan Le Fay gulped.
Why?
Simple. She worshiped Gaea. And what did that make the man who was Gaea's lover? She didn't know. But she now knew why she felt so submissive and docile towards this man. Why he looked so charming; It was what Gaea felt towards him.
It was confusing now. What was she to do? The fact that she felt all that meant her worship towards Gaea was true. But to accept those feelings would mean submitting to a man. Yet, why shouldn't she submit to the man who was her beloved goddess' lover?
"Let's go then. I see no dragon holding you here." Marshall hovered over to her and finally landed on the ground. Yet, no portal appeared. "I'll fly you away."
Those words. They swept Morgan Le Fay's heart. The more she felt that, the more she felt like she was blessed by Gaea.
"Let me…" She muttered, her voice raspy, feminine, but thick. She waved her hand, and with magic, a large, round bed appeared behind Marshall. Then she pushed on Marshall's chest towards the bed. "Let me honor my words… Mmmh… First Man."
"Here?" Marshall asked, looking up towards the dark, cloudy sky, rain dropping on them and soaking them. "In the rain?"
"Hm… Let me."
Morgan Le Fay pushed Marshall onto the bed a bit harder. Her mind had gone blank, filled with the desire to feel what her beloved goddess Gaea once did. Feel the reason why her body reacted to this man so strangely.
Woosh!
"Hah! What's the rush, woman?" Marshall chuckled and let the woman do her thing. To him, nothing was out of the ordinary. And really, who was he to refuse a beautiful woman?
The rain dripped through the gaping hole in the ceiling, cold droplets splashing across his chest and arms as Marshall lay flat on his back on the conjured round bed. His leather trousers clung to his thighs, soaked dark, but they were nothing compared to the bulge pushing up from within them.
Morgan crawled onto the bed with the grace of a panther in heat, the leather of her gown stretching across her hips and breasts as she leaned over him. Her gloved hand trailed down his stomach, lingering, teasing, until she reached that swollen bulge. She caressed him through the soaked leather, her palm gliding over the outline of his hardness.
"Oooooh~" A soft moan slipped from her lips, followed by a shaky hum, her green eyes dark with hunger as she breathed him in. Each rub made her body tremble.
“Oh… Gaea…” she whispered to herself, trembling. “So this is what you felt… So vile, so shameless… and yet…”
She moaned again, the sound caught halfway between disgust and delight, her cheeks flushed despite the rain dripping down them. Her body betrayed her, hips swaying like a whore’s, nipples hard and proud beneath her clinging, soaked gown.
With a pull, she loosened his trousers, sliding them down his thighs until they were off entirely. His cock sprang free, thick and proud, glistening in the dim stormlight, already twitching with life. Morgan gasped, but her eyes never left it.
"So… Magnificent… my love."
"Love? Hah, I don't mind. I love all women." Marshall grinned, eyes wild.
“Oh… that warms me.” Her voice broke into a shiver as her hand wrapped around his shaft like she was holding a relic of the gods. She lifted it with both hands, heavy and hot, her palms trembling.
Then, with a sigh that bordered on worship, she lowered her face and rubbed it against her cheek, across her lips, her nose, her pale forehead. She smeared herself with the heat of his cock, humming in bliss as she felt the warmth under her face.
“Mmmhh…” Her dark lips parted wider, and she engulfed the tip, swirling her tongue around his crown as black lipstick smeared across his flesh in glossy streaks. Saliva mixed with rainwater, making it shine.
“Ugh… Go deeper, will you?” Marshall’s voice sounded greedy, already hungry.
"Of course… my love." She lowered her head further.
Marshall’s grin faltered into a frown when she only swallowed part of him. His legs shifted, then suddenly locked around her head. His massive thighs pressed against her cheeks, his heels crossing at her arched back.
“Ghhk—!” Her cry was muffled as he shoved her head down hard, ramming her face to the hilt.
His cock speared deep into her throat, her nose smothered against his rain-slick pubes, the coarse hair tickling her nostrils. Mascara instantly smeared, long black streaks cutting down her pale cheeks as teardrops welled in her eyes.
But even as she choked and gagged, her green eyes looked up at him. Wet, wide, shimmering with reverence. She looked beautiful, a noble sorceress reduced to a dripping cocksleeve, and yet she loved it.
Marshall groaned from that tight mouth of hers, finally loosening his grip.
“Gaaaahhh~” She pulled back, coughing, gasping for air, spit trailing from her lips to his shaft. Rain dotted her lashes, her cheeks streaked black, but she moaned like a sinner.
Determined, she plunged down again, this time bobbing her head with raw hunger.
Each time she bobbed down, Marshall’s legs flexed, pulling her lower, shoving his cock hilt-deep into her throat. His purple mushroom battered the tight walls of her gullet again and again, her throat convulsing, slimy, hot, gripping him with maddening tightness.
"Ugh! Fuck! You're a goddess of cocksucking! Tight!" Marshall snarled, fists gripping the bedding. It was like slime and silk, gliding effortlessly through her throat. He could feel her tonsils hugging him, squeezing his length with a fury. He felt close to unloading inside her mouth
Slurp—Gck! Shlk–Gck!
Rain splattered across his grimacing face as her head bobbed between his thighs. The storm outside roared, but all he heard was the wet slurp of her throat and her muffled moans, gagging and choking on his cock.
But he was done.
Marshall eagerly sat up slightly, eyes glinting. “Time to move. Aren’t you overdressed for the occasion?”
"I am… I apologise…" She muttered as her tongue left his cock with a final slither.
Morgan’s breath came shaky, still wet-lipped from worshiping his cock. She rose up to her knees, chest heaving. Then, without hesitation, she waved her hand. In an instant, every piece of clothing shimmered and vanished. Her gown, her gloves, the laces around her breasts, all gone, as if burned away by magic.
She was bare. Pale as snow, smooth as porcelain, flawless as sin. Her body was carved like a lust idol, hips wide, waist narrow, thighs soft and strong. Her breasts were perfection, swollen and round, each nearly the size of her head, heavy and full, topped with proud pink nipples begging to be licked raw. Every curve dripped rainwater, every inch of her flesh glistened in the stormlight.
“Holy cow! Fuck!” Marshall’s eyes were glued to her chest. “Those tits—just like… Gaea!”
“Oh!” Morgan gasped, her whole body shuddering at the name, as if his words were lightning striking her womb. That comparison alone nearly made her climax. “Have them… have me, my love.”
“I will.” Marshall sat up, cock throbbing like a beast waiting for prey. His grin widened. “On your knees now, back towards me.”
Obedient, Morgan shuffled on her knees, thighs trembling, shins sliding against the soaked bedding as she turned her back to him.
Marshall wasted no time. His rough hand clasped the nape of her neck, and with a brutal shove, slammed her face down onto the plush sheets.
“Ghhh—!” she moaned, muffled against the bed.
Her body twisted from the force, one knee planted down, the other bent awkwardly up like she was halfway to standing. Her ass arched high, bosom mashed flat against the bed, their lush weight spreading glutinously under her, stiff nipples poking into the wet sheets.
“Mmmm… knew it’d be gorgeous.” Marshall's eyes devoured the sight of her exposed pussy. Rain dripped across the round of her ass, trailing over her thighs, mixing with the glossy sheen of her juices. She was soaked, glistening like dew-drenched fruit, her folds twitching with eagerness.
He didn’t wait, didn’t ease. He rammed in like a caveman in heat.
Squelch—Plap!
“Ahhhhhh!” Morgan wailed, the first brutal thrust splitting her open, driving deep, her cunt swallowing his cock whole in one go.
Marshall snarled, every muscle in his jaw tight. Her slippery softness was a furnace, sopping wet yet gripping like a fist. He felt her walls ripple, squeezing and clenching with precision, every inch slimy and alive around him. She wasn’t a virgin, but the way she wrapped him felt like one, like her pussy was brand new, sculpted fresh to milk him raw.
"Dammit! When was… your… last cock… woman?" He grunted, hips snapping forward again.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
"I… don't remember… ooooh!" Morgan’s voice cracked, her entire body bucking helplessly against the bedding. Every slam made her tits flatten and shift under her like squishy pillows, every impact shook her body, her pale skin trembling under the rain’s caress.
She could hardly believe it. His cock, the same cock that had been inside her goddess Gaea, now stretched her. Her head spun, her pride shattered. She was drowning in filthy bliss.
Then, her climax tore through her like fire.
“Aaaaahhhhhh!” she screamed into the bedding, her thighs shaking violently, her ass jerking back against him.
Her pussy clamped around him with force, spasming around his cock, clenching, throbbing, spilling frothing slick down his length. Juice gushed out with each thrust, bubbling and spurting, coating his shaft in buttery filth as Marshall kept plowing through her convulsing cunt.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Marshall leaned over her, sweat and rain dripping from his hairline as he ground her deeper into the bed. His hand pressed the back of her skull down, pushing her to whimper against the soaked sheets. He was crowding her, dominating her completely, his heavy frame pounding down like a piston. His balls smacked wetly against her fair flesh, his cock battering her insides until her folds swelled red, puffed, ruined. He twisted his fist in her rain-slicked black hair, wrenching her head back cruelly as his hips kept slamming into her.
Her pale body glistened with sweat and rain, every thrust sending droplets flying off her skin. Her pussy clung like it had a mind of its own, desperate, alive, trying to own him, trying to keep him inside.
"Fuck!... Can't end it so soon! T-Turn… around." Marshall groaned through gritted teeth. He rammed her one last time, burying himself to the hilt with a wet clap.
With a brutal pull, he yanked out, his flesh sword glistened, soaked with her froth. He flipped her trembling, hot body onto her back.
Her pale body sank into the bed, tits jiggling wildly with every jolt.
Marshall didn’t waste a second. He grabbed both her long legs by the ankles, slammed them together with a meaty smack, and tilted them to one side over his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed tight against each other, turning her slick fuckhole into a tighter, hotter, silkier love canal than before.
He shoved his flushed rod back inside, groaning loudly as her cunt swallowed him in that new position. The snugness was unholy. Rain dripped from his hair, sliding down his neck and chest, pelting onto her stomach and cloud-like breasts, making the view all the more sinful. Her slim belly trembling, her huge breasts bouncing against each other, her mascara-smeared face flushed red, lips bitten raw, her black lipstick ruined and wet.
“Uuuhhhhnnnn!” Morgan threw her head side to side, black hair clinging to her rain-soaked neck. She clenched the soaked sheets until her knuckles turned white, her aristocratic poise shattered. She looked like a virgin on her first night, yet she was moaning like the filthiest little whore.
"Oooooh! Gaea… bless me… with this man… Oh!"
Marshall didn’t even hear her prayers. He was too far gone. Too busy drilling her cunt with barbaric force.
He leaned down, folding her nearly in half with her legs jammed to one side against his chest. His face lowered until it reached her magnificent tits, bouncing wildly inches away. His hands scooped them up, greedy, unable to resist, and his mouth latched onto a nipple.
He suckled like a starved animal, pulling at her swollen buds with ravenous force, leaving wet hickies all over the creamy slopes. He tried to draw nectar from her, tongue tugging hard, but there was none. Just rain, sweat, and his spit dripping down her chest.
"Ooooooh! Gaea! Yes, yes… take me… oh… Yours… I am!" Morgan cried in pleasure and came once again.
Her climax detonated like lightning.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed, body trembling, legs shivering violently against his grip. Her pussy convulsed like a live animal, spasming and frothing, spraying thick juice that gushed and splashed around his shaft. Her cunt milked him madly, flooding, squirting, spraying filth down his thighs and onto the bed until it was drenched in her shame. Rain only spread the mess, mixing water and cunt cream into a sticky, sloppy puddle beneath them.
“Dammit… me too!” Marshall growled, pulling his mouth away from her swells. His eyes burned with madness as he hammered her harder, faster, his hips crashing down with wet, brutal slaps that echoed over the storm.
“Take it—take all of it!” With a final roar, he slammed himself balls-deep inside her, burying his cock entirely. Her walls squeezed him with a fury, forcing his climax to erupt.
Hot, white lava flooded her womb in violent spurts, so much that it gushed back instantly, leaking out around his shaft and down her ass. His balls slapped wet against her thighs as he pumped her full like a barbarian claiming his prize. The sound was squelching, frothy, wet, like thin batter being beaten in a bowl, sloppy and endless.
Morgan’s body shook helplessly, her mouth frozen open in a silent cry as her pussy overflowed, dripping his seed down onto the rain-soaked sheets.
At last, Marshall let her legs drop, spreading them wide as he pressed his full weight down over her, cock still buried deep inside her cunt. He leaned over, their bodies slick and glued together, his shaft throbbing stubbornly hard despite having just unleashed a flood inside her. Rain dripped from his hair, pelting onto her flushed face.
Their eyes locked.
“Mmm… F-First Man?” Morgan whispered breathlessly, feeling his thick, swollen pole twitch inside her, still splaying her moist walls, refusing to relent. His warmth on her was overwhelming, a furnace against the chill rain.
"Wonder how them lips taste." Marshall chuckled.
“Like this.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Their mouths clashed in a searing kiss, tongues twisting, sucking, eating each other’s lips. His cock hardened back to full mass inside her as their kiss deepened, and without breaking it, his hips started to churn again.
Shlk… shlk… shlk…
The creamy mess between them bubbled, squelching loudly. She felt every stroke deep, her womb already a swamp of cum, now churned like thick stew.
"Mmm…" Morgan moaned into his mouth.
Marshall devoured hers
The kiss finally broke, their lips slick, rain mixing with spit across their chins. She cupped his cheeks, her green eyes glassy, ruined mascara streaks running like rivers down her face.
"First Man… Make me yours… Forever."
Marshall’s brows rose—not in surprise, but in wild delight. His grin stretched, teeth bared.
“With pleasure.”
And he rammed his cock inside her again.
####
Outside Morgan Le Fay's castle.
"Why has everything halted?" Isaac Newton impatiently wondered.
"S-She… She's seducing him," Michelangelo revealed.
But then some time passed, and still nothing changed.
All of them glanced at Michelangelo.
"They are…" Michelangelo gulped. "They're making love."
"What?"
The four men looked at each other in confusion.
"She has him under her charm, then," Leonardo da Vinci rubbed his beard.
"Marvelous!" Nostredame exclaimed.
Michelangelo shook his head. "No, they are making love… passionately… like lovers."
"..."
"We must vacate this place." Michel de Nostredame hastily said. "I… feel disturbance in—"
Thud!
A loud thump came from the side. The four men slowly turned their heads. Their hearts thumped roughly.
"So it's you four scheming against my father and Dinosia? Very well, I shall show you why they call me Apocalypse."
That day. The Brotherhood of the Shield realized that just having ‘shield’ in the name didn't grant them any protection. Each one of them was a once-in-a-generation genius. If only they had used their genius for the better.
But it was now Apocalypse's pledge to reform the four men with rigorous reeducation. Their minds were of great value. If anything, obtaining their seed to aid infertile Dinosian women made more sense.
"Dinosia thanks you four, for your future service."
Permission was not required. Azul S. Grant glanced towards the roofless castle in the distance, his hyper-sensitive ears picked up the woman's moans.
He sighed in the end and flew away with four scheming old farts dangling on his shoulders like sacks.
####
Dinosia,
Marshall flew back to Vietnam to grab Marty, but this time, he had the elegant beauty, Morgan Le Fay, with him. Of course, Marty rolled his eyes at yet another goth in Marshall's collection.
They eventually reached Dinosia and made a landing on its temple's terrace. That sunny day, a large pool had been placed there, and inside was something that had Marshall instantly hard. It was Hela and Selene in swimsuits that he'd personally introduced to Dinosia a few years ago. Hela was in a one-piece and Selene in a real bikini.
Best decision ever!
He cursed himself for not introducing swimsuits earlier.
"Look who we have here!" Selene jumped out of the pool like an angry cat, her truly large breasts jiggling, threatening to fall out of her bikini bra. But she was too focused on the new guest. "Merlin's whore!"
"..."
Marshall frowned. They've got beef?
"Master is mine!" Selene hissed and hugged Marshall's arm against her lovely bosom.
Morgan Le Fay scoffed and hugged his other arm. She was tall and more graceful. "Midgets like you can only ever be a toy. While I shall be his main mistress."
"Pffft!" Selene laughed, exaggerating it. She looked back towards the pool. "Lady Hela, do you hear this?"
"H-Hela?" Morgan Le Fay looked towards the tall, insanely beautiful woman.
"That's Lady Hela, the Goddess of Death, the mother of the Master's firstborn son." Selene declared, as if there was pride to have. "I guess Master acquired himself a new toy then."
"..."
Marshall was grinning already. After all, in his head, just one single world was echoing.
Foursome! Foursome! Foursome!
"Girls!" He interrupted them with a big, bright smile. "I belong to all of you."
"Rwarwf~" Marty scoffed and stomped by, walking into the massive pool to sit inside it.
"Agreed, Marty." Hela solemnly said from the pool. "He's certainly a pervert."
Marshall annoyedly looked behind. Hela hadn't been letting him hit for a while now, and it was annoying.
Hmm… I should take her out on a date or something, girls like that, right? But what does she even like? Killing people?
"Girls, I’ve got shit to do." Marshall pulled his arms out of Selene and Morgan’s death grip. "Stop acting like toddlers, you’ll be stuck together often. Marty, you tagging along?"
Marty waved his little T-Rex claw at him.
Sighing, Marshall walked back to the raft and flew up in the air. He made a quick round around the whole Dinosia, ensured everything looked in order, and then flew back North-East towards his mammoth farm.
Woosh!
He rushed towards the settlement he'd allowed to stand for some years now. It'd been a while since he saw it.
Bang! Bang!
"Guns?" He looked down at the lush greenery. He was already inside his territory, so a gunshot was out of the ordinary.
He changed his direction and sniffed a little, smelling horses right away, a bunch of them. Moments later, he smelled cooked meat and some bread. Sure enough, he saw a small camp very soon. It looked crude, resembling the camps of natives.
With a wave of his hand, he uprooted a few trees, shoving them aside, making the entire camp become bare to his eyes. People were taken by surprise, jumping around for cover, some grabbing their pistols.
With annoyance written on his face, Marshall landed the raft below, his plan to plot a date with Hela slightly delayed.
"You must be their leader." He noticed a lone man sitting on a small rock. He looked the most calm, old with wrinkles on his face, two braids falling over his shoulder. On the middle of his head were two feathers as decoration.
He halted in front of the old man and looked for the signs if they'd hunted a mammoth. He found none, nor a scent.
"Get all your asses out of here or I'll flatten this camp," he threatened them like usual.
But the old man stayed on the rock, calmly looking at Marshall.
"This is your, First Man's land, that is why we are here."
"You knew and still came?"
"The spirits guided me."
"Bullshit!" Marshall spat, arms crossed. “What the hell did you smoke? Weed? Crack rocks? Grandma’s mystery stash? And why the hell didn’t some spirit fairy hold my hand when I was tromping my sweaty ass through Jurassic Park with the damn dinosaurs?”
"Because you are god."
"..."
"Hmm, makes sense." Marshall rubbed his chin. "Anyway, get out."
The old man bowed his head, but didn't budge from that rock. "Venerated First Man, I am Sitting Bull."
"Huh?" Marshall's face scrunched. "Then stand the fuck up!"
"..."
Comments
Razvan Peles
Tftc
Daniel
Hello
Elixir
Please give Marty a powers boost if mc has a son Marty’s son should be Godzilla keep the family tradition of badass monsters
Jacob Weiss
Need moooooore hurry please!
Kindman
Thanks broski
Lord Mehmeh
It’s crazy that we are learning American history through a crack fic
André Lange
Love this!! Though I still hope his actions doesnt block bringing the future Marvel verse into being. Would still love to see how fury, stark handle him. And 1. And 2. WW.
