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Marvel: Upgrading Death 9 - Sky Father's Anger & The Forbidden Meat
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"So, you've got kitty claws and regeneration? Well, la-di-da, kitchen work just got real exciting... Or messy. Depends on your hobbies." Marshall shared his roasted deer with the two kids he found in his Mammoth sanctuary. "Met a guy like you once, big and tough, but still had that kitty edge. Thought he’d rule the world. Didn’t last. Guess nine lives don’t mean shit after a while.”
The boy and the girl listen to the wild-looking man ramble nonstop while eating the deer meat. They stared at each other's faces occasionally, silently asking each other what to do.
"What are your names?"
"Logan."
"Rose."
"Oh!" Marshall hummed, feeling that name rang a bell. But he couldn't fully remember what. “Lemme guess. You ditched some hellish farm life? Classic move these days. Both of you mutants?"
"What's that?" Logan asked.
"Kitty claws. Both got them?"
"Only I do." Logan clarified.
Marshall hummed and took a big bite of the meat. "Hot damn, this is prime! Marty’d pawn my balls for a taste. Anyway, I'm the First Man, yeah, that god. This land's mine, these Mammoths are my chickens. Been saving them from humans for so long. You can't live here."
"We'll leave, Mister." Rose voiced.
"To where? South? It's all junk down there. West? That place's gonna turn to shit too. Hmm… Are you two morons?"
"..."
"What?!" Rose frowned.
"Are you two learned? You know, reading and stuff."
Rose was the first to nod. Logan just growled, clearly not the biggest fan of books and studying.
"Not morons then. Fantastic! Tag along, then. Still dumber than Dinosians on a bad day, but hey, mutant blood gets you a pass. And you, missy, homework’s your new religion," Marshall declared, not asking, just telling them. "Let’s move."
Woosh!
Marshall uprooted a few trees and made a raft for himself right then and there. He didn't even move, just used telekinesis to do it. He had gotten so good at it that even he was proud of himself.
"Hop on."
Logan and Rose looked at each other's faces.
Of course, they knew who the First Man was. They weren't religious, but they had read the bible.
In the end, considering that the man was an actual god, they trusted a man for the last time.
Last, because they would never need to seek any other again.
####
"Wraaaaaaaar!"
"Wraaaaaaar!"
When Marshall arrived back in Dinosia, he found Marty alone on his temple's terrace. The T-rex was roaring towards the sky for some reason. He was so loud that all of Dinosia could hear him. Those nearby felt the vibrations.
"The fuck are you doing, boy?" Marshall landed there with the two kids. "Scaring the sun away? Don't tell me your brain finally got fried."
"Grufff Grrr~"
"What!?" Marshall exclaimed at Marty's explanation. "Hela's pregnant? W—How? Holy fucking Odin's eye! Shit!"
Quickly, Marshall looked down at his loins and shamelessly grabbed his own balls.
“Holy testicle tacos, it works! My cockjuice works! Fuck, I thought it'd all dried up and rotten after so long. This is huge, Marty! You're getting a sibling! My junk still functions! Yes! My wang ain’t retired!—Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!"
"..."
One would think that an unplanned pregnancy would scare a man. And they would be right.
But to a man as old as a hundred million years, the unplanned pregnancy was a gift. Something out of the ordinary. A joy that went beyond just fatherhood.
"Wait!" Marshall's eyes abruptly turned furious. "You said some Asgardian bimbo took Hela? Who the hell was it? Who dares kidnap my towering goth sex bomb, my murder queen, my death mommy?!"
"..."
At that point, Logan and Rose started questioning if their decision to be there was right.
“Heimdall! You golden-eyed Google search! Open the sparkle tunnel and let me in! Or I swear, I'll burn the entire fucking Asgard down!"
Shhhh~
In an instant, the sky started to react. Heimdall had to do it since Marshall and Odin had made a pact, granting him unlimited access to Asgard and Asgardian brew. All for taking care of Hela. And he sure did take care of her well, so much that now the woman had a baby in her deadly womb.
"Marty! Come here!"
Quickly, the two stood close to each other and let the rainbow light fall on top of them. And just before they disappeared, Marshall eyed Logan and Rose.
"Find the temple staff and tell them your name, flash your mutant card, and say I dragged you in. They'll treat you like mutant royalty.”
Wooosh!
With that, Marshall was gone.
Rose O'Hara gulped and grabbed Logan's hand. "D-Did we make a mistake by coming here?"
"Bastard's insane," Logan murmured. "But ain't evil… I guess."
####
Marshall was furious.
If Odin had taken Hela on any other day, he wouldn't have minded. But now, that woman was his. Well, the baby in her, at least. A man so bored, he was ready to change diapers to kill his boredom.
"Marty, when we land there, roar like crazy," Marshall ordered while seated atop Marty's head. "Odin kidnapped my kid."
Woooosh!
With a flash, the teleportation ended. Marty felt a hard surface underneath, though his vision was still blurred.
"WRAAAAAAA!" Marty roared anyway.
Pop! Pop!
Marshall was prepared to jump into action and save Hela from her daddy, against him breeding his daughter. The classical fairy tale, the prince charming coming to save the princess from her old fuck of a father. Or perhaps Marshall was being too imaginative.
Pop! Pop!
As soon as his vision cleared, he found a massive crowd gathered in that Bifrost waiting hall. It was overcrowded, and then there was confetti everywhere, raining down. He frowned and looked around, and saw some Asgardians holding massive banners. They were…
"What the fuck!?" Marshall exclaimed.
The banners were unexpected.
[Congratulations on becoming a father!]
[Tamer of Death! Long Live the First Man!]
[Son-In-Law of Asgard!]
[Death + Madness = Chaos Baby!]
Marshall read each banner in utter confusion. He expected a battle, but they were celebrating instead.
"Welcome back to Asgard, Marshall." Odin appeared in his regal attire.
"Where's Hela?" Marshall questioned.
“With Frigga. Fear not, my friend. Hela is whole and of sound mind. She came of her own accord. That said, there is much we must discuss.”
What to discuss? Ah, I did bang his daughter.
"Alright. Let's go, Marty."
He followed Odin all the way to the mainland. Even there, the atmosphere was that of celebration. Not just a celebration, but they were actually cheering for him. It was truly confusing.
They didn't even know she existed until yesterday.
Curious, he probed a random Asgardian's mind with his telepathy and listened to what was going on.
Hmm… Let's see… he's hungry. He can't wait for the feast.
Finding no clues, he probed another Asgardian. But even after probing multiple times, he found no answers.
Should I… He looked at Odin walking in front of him. Fuck it, let's just do it. What's he going to do?
Marshall daringly tried to enter Odin's mind. He was insane enough to think of it, and more insane to even try. But his attempts didn't succeed. Some sort of shield was protecting Odin's mind.
Makes sense for him.
Soon enough, they entered Odin's royal hall. It was mostly empty. Mostly, because near Odin's throne, three figures were standing. A man and two… insanely gorgeous beauties.
"Who's the fatty?" He asked about the man. "Looks weird."
"That is Zeus," Odin replied. “The golden-haired one is his daughter, Aphrodite. The dark-haired one, Athena.”
Marshall shamelessly whistled loudly and commented. "Damn, no way that fat meatloaf made those stunners. They're fucking gorgeous."
"I wholeheartedly agree," Odin declared, not even suppressing his voice.
Tall as a mountain, Zeus's balding grey hair sparkled with thunder. "Odin, I have not come here to be mocked. You chose to mediate. You have no right to interfere."
"Simply an observation, Zeus," Odin replied, and took his throne with pride.
Marshall didn't even look at the two old farts. No, his entire, undivided attention was aimed at the two insane beauties. The blonde, Aphrodite, had already stolen his heart. She was dressed in some sort of golden gown that was loose, and yet revealing, all her arms, a wide neckline, and her beautiful cleavage. Her curves were so perfect they looked carved, made to be arousing to look at. And her face, every speck of her feature was perfection, her brows, her blue eyes—peak.
"It's working," Marshall said with a grin.
Aphrodite smirked mischievously. "I have done nothing… yet."
"Hmm…" Marshall eyed her up from head to toe. She was short, reaching his chest. But fuck, she was angelic to look at. Her skin was glowing. Soft to even look at. "Flowers don't have to charm the bees. It just works."
"Oh? So you're the bee?" Aphrodite smirked.
Marshall's face suddenly lost its smile and changed into a frown. "The fuck you mean by that? I'm the flower. I'm the finest man you'll ever see. Your loss, I'm more into… your charming, lovely sister… Oh, I already know she's gonna be a dommy mommy. Fuck, Hela really gave me a kink."
"..."
Aphrodite was speechless.
Athena was chuckling, eying the mortal man who was slightly taller than her. Unlike her sister, she was entirely covered in armor made of gold and red, but no helmet, which left her dark, long hair untamed yet silky. Her green eyes focused on the man as she felt his eyes trace her martial body in return.
"Ummmm-hmmm… Now that's what I call a warrior woman—Fuck, what I'd do to unwrap this candy."
"..."
Where was the shame? All of them wondered. All except for Marshall and Marty.
"Ehm…" Odin interrupted. "You can speak with them later, Marshall. I suggest you focus on Zeus first. He came here to speak with you. He accuses you of theft."
"Theft of what? His fat ass's lunch?" Marshall asked back, still not looking at the old man. He was entirely focused on the fabulous, large bust of Athena, hidden entirely. He was already fondling them with his eyes. Much to Aphrodite's annoyance, who was supposed to be the eye candy.
"You stole the worshippers!" Zeus roared, and with his voice, crackled thunder. "You stole the worship! The Romans prayed to us, and you stole it! Marcus Aurelius changed the Empire's faith to you—You scheming—"
"Shhhhh… Fuck, I just remembered something." Marshall finally looked back at Zeus. "You reminded me of something."
Zeus proudly raised his chin. "I am famed across many realms—"
"Ugly bastard!" Marshall exclaimed and clapped his hands. "Yeah! The memory is hazy, but I see it now. Fat, lumpy piece of shit as fuck, balding head, pent-up anger, bitchy as fuck. Yeah, you're the ugly bastard that chased after those girls in that movie… or was it a comic? Hmm… It was definitely the ugly bastard, though. You nailed the ugly bastard vibe."
"..."
Odin said nothing. He was the All-Father, all knowing. He already knew it was absolutely impossible to have any type of conversation with Marshall. It was commonly a downside. But Odin saw it as an attack tool. If Marshall's madness could cure Hela, what was Zeus with his impatient being?
"What? What do you mumble about, mortal? Do you understand who you stand before? I am Zeus Panhellenios, supreme monarch of the Olympians, God of the heavens, sky, and weather."
Burp!
"Damn, still digesting that deer I ate with the kitty and Rose," Marshall mumbled, and chipped a tiny piece of Marty's claw and used it as his toothpick. "Mmm, Wait, Zeus, what's gonna be tomorrow's weather in Dinosia? I was planning on a barbecue night with Hela."
"..."
Every response from Marshall left Zeus and his daughters speechless for moments.
"Ah, I'm Marshall S. Grant, by the way. First Man, that's what I'm called. This lad's Marty S. Grant, I raised him, believe it or not. I didn't have any titty milk for him to suck, though… Marty, is that why you're lactose intolerant?"
"Grrrrowr."
"Really? It's the smell you don't like? I feel you, buddy. Not a big fan either, not unless I get to suck it from the source—human source, of course. Fuck, I just imagined sucking on cow titties. Damn you, Marty!"
"Mmmmruf."
"Me? Calling me a horny bastard? Boy, you're the one who tried to fuck buildings in Egypt. While I'm a connoisseur of all things women. God, I love women, best creation ever."
"..."
By then, it became evident to Zeus that Marshall was not a man who could be reasoned with.
"What's wrong with him?" Zeus looked at Odin in confusion.
Odin shrugged from his throne. "That's Marshall for you. He's hard to deal with, but he's a good man… A little similar to you in… sexual appetite. But—"
"Hah! Didn't he defile your daughter and get her pregnant?!" Zeus bellowed, laughing like thunder. "Haha! The mighty Odin, his daughter conquered by a stammering mortal."
"Yes, Hela!" Marshall, as if woken up from his craving eyes over Athena, looked back at Odin. "Where's she? I came to get her."
"She is under the watchful care of Frigga. Remain here tonight, Marshall. You are family now. Asgard will celebrate this night with feast and festival, honoring the prince soon to come."
"Prince?" Marshall frowned.
"Why not? You are the owner of Midgard. That makes your son the Prince of Midgard."
"He is no such thing!" Zeus interrupted. "Earth is not his to claim."
Marshall scoffed at that and folded his arms. "The fuck it is, you fat incestuous animal fucker trash pedo ugly bastard. I was the first man to ever walk the Earth. I lived a hundred million years on that rock, and now it's mine. If you think otherwise, try me."
"..."
Zeus had never been disrespected like that before. Even Odin didn't speak to him like that. Yet, a mortal from Earth did.
"Such repugnant words you spew, mortal. For that offense, you’ve earned death by a thousand blades. But I won’t stain this hall with your blood. Step outside—and I’ll end you," Zeus growled, eyes blazing with fury. "You stole those who knelt to me. You will answer for it. Either you die—or I crush that stone you clutch so dearly."
"Your brain is as fat as you are, you twat. If you wanna cry, go find Jesus or something. Most of the humans on Earth follow him now. They turned me into some random angel or something in the books. As for you killing me…" Marshall grinned, so big, so wide, that all his teeth were visible. He rubbed his palm with greed. "Do it—Kill me."
"..."
Not just unreasonable, but also suicidal. Completely insane.
Zeus looked at Odin with concern now. "This man… You called him your family?"
Odin smiled and proudly rubbed his beard. If anything, he was loving the show. Zeus, being shown his place, was an absolute delight to see. "He is the father of the child Hela carries. He's as much a son to me as Thor now."
"You’re as mad as him!" Zeus thundered and strode off. "Let the cursed feast begin!"
Yet, despite the disrespect, Odin kept smiling like a happy, excited grandfather. Letting Zeus leave.
Finally, Aphrodite and Athena waved at Marshall and left the hall as well.
Odin looked at Marshall. "Does thunder interest you?"
"Not really. Might come in handy at a barbecue."
"..."
Odin just smiled. He had understood the best way to deal with Marshall's insane responses. All he had to do was see them in a non-threatening way because, truly, Marshall never meant harm towards anyone, no matter the crass words, not unless harm was done to him first.
And Odin… he had no plans to harm his new trophy son-in-law. Although Marshall was even older than him.
"Let us go. I shall bring you to Hela."
"About time."
####
Marshall stormed into the regal bedroom after Odin. He found Hela resting on a bed, looking annoyed, while Frigga sat beside her and waved her hand over Hela's belly, creating some sort of magical light.
"What's going on here?" Marshall questioned. "Keep your hands off my wife! Damn, now I feel like slapping someone."
Heads turned. There were two more people in the room. One tall, blonde man, and a young man with greasy, dark hair and a pretty face.
"Is this the First Man?"
Marshall looked at the blonde man. "And you must be Princess Thor."
"..."
"I am a prince."
“Not with that shampoo-commercial face, sweetheart,” Marshall said and pushed Thor away so he could reach the bed. "And you must be Nig… I mean Frigga. What're you doing with my kid?"
Frigga smiled warmly. "I am weaving magic into Hela’s womb, so that the child may grow without strife. Motherhood is a gift, but even such beauty can bear danger. Not even we, of Asgard, are spared."
Marshall nodded and looked at Hela. She looked back at him awkwardly. Neither of them planned for this to happen. Heck, Marshall didn't even know he could make babies.
"Let's go back tomorrow," Marshall said.
Hela nodded.
"Why? It's safe for her here. The child should be born in Asgar—"
"So what, I can't keep her safe? Newsflash, she doesn’t need me to. She could snap necks in here like breadsticks, minus me and dear ol’ dad, of course." Marshall interrupted Frigga. "She ain't got any love for this place either. She's coming with me, that's it."
"He's right," Hela coldly added.
"First Man! Fight me!"
"Zip it." Marshall shushed Thor. "Kids should shut it when elders are speaking. Or you get the belt. Odin, where's the feast and my unlimited ale?"
####
Earth, White House,
"Mr. President, this course is ill-advised. Yielding such a great share of the nation's commerce to a single interest will not stand. The Southern States have long voiced discontent, and now their patience wears thin."
The President scoffed from his seat. “I’ve done my part, and soon enough, I’ll be out of office. Let the next fellow fix the storm. I’ve no wish to be flattened by the First Man, nor did I have a hand in sending those ships to bomb Dinosia. That folly lies elsewhere.”
"But…"
"No buts about it. He’s a god, not just in one book, but in dozens. Folks call him an angel, an oracle, a fire in the sky. Half the globe’s got temples and statues carved in his likeness. Even the Romans, with all their wars and wisdom, prayed to him. We’re ants under his heel. Let’s be honest: this ain’t our burden alone. Monroe’s likely to win the next round, and then it’ll be his cross to carry. We sent delegates to Dinosia, honest men, and they weren’t even let through the gate. Nothing we can do now. Just pay him."
"The Southern states will revolt."
"I'll hold them back. You go and send the money," the President declared. He really liked keeping his head on his shoulders.
####
Asgard,
10 whole chickens, 7 entire barrels of Asgardian ale, 2 whole hogs, and a lot of bread. Marshall ate like a madman and out-ate every single Asgardian at the feast. He even defeated Zeus, who was competing with him. And still, he only felt light-headed, not even drunk.
Eventually, after feeling full, he returned to his private chamber. He tried to look for the seductress Amora. She tried to enslave his mind last time. And really, he was looking for some action with her. But Odin said that he had exiled her for a hundred years.
Disappointed, he tried to find Hela. But Frigga was still there. So, he ended up entering his room alone. There was no shame in seeking women, actually. Asgard wasn't strict about sexual relations.
"This is boring. As always, Dinosia’s best." Marshall groaned as he walked over to his big bed. "Hmm… Zeus had pretty sweet girls."
"I agree."
"The fuck!?"
All of a sudden, the quilt moved from his bed. A woman came out of whatever invisibility she was using. Her face was perfection, her blonde hair like silk. Aphrodite was right there, dressed in her white gown, lying sideways on the bed.
Marshall eyed the woman; her breasts were almost ready to fall from the loose neck of the gown. "What do you want?"
"Do you not feel anything?" She asked back.
"Hmm…" Marshall rubbed his chin. "I think I do. Holy shit, how much fucking perfume did you put on? It's thick! I can feel my nose burning."
"That's it? That's all it does?!" Aphrodite sat up on the bed, her beautiful hair cascading effortlessly, every strand falling perfectly into place. "Do you truly feel nothing? No warmth, no craving, no pull toward me?"
"Oh, hell yes. Wouldn’t mind turning your spine into a pretzel. But let’s be real, I feel that about nearly every chick. Unless she’s ninety-five percent orangutan. Even alien chicks will do. Green, blue, heck even a robot as long as it's got a pair of knockers and a pussy."
"..."
Aphrodite shifted from the bed and stood up in front of Marshall. She looked up, tilting her face as her head only reached his chest. "How strange... You should be drowning in desire. Completely undone. Craving to worship at my feet. I am the goddess of love."
"Yeah, whatever." Marshall scoffed, poking his itchy ear. "We fucking or not?"
"..."
That utterly confused Aphrodite. She was hoping to bring Marshall to his knees. Break his proud persona. Make him kneel between her legs and pleasure her. But here he was, acting unaffected.
"No, I don't believe that," she blurted. She stared at his face and nodded, agreeing with her thoughts. There was no way that her seduction and love manipulation weren't working. She reckoned that it was indeed working, but in a way that made it unrecognizable. After all, the man was still seeking pleasure from her.
Aphrodite moved suddenly and placed both her hands on Marshall's face. She was utterly soft, like made of clouds. Warm like the perfect temperature for a relaxing bath. "Feel me—You desire me, don't you? You're a mortal with sinful needs. You want me to fulfill them, don't you?"
Marshall frowned again, his eyes resting on her voluptuous breasts that defied logic and gravity. They spread out wider than her slender waist. What a woman, he thought. Juicy in every aspect.
"Look, whatever voodoo you're cooking, save it. If you don't wanna get fucked, leave the room. I'm gonna stroke out a nice one and call it a night."
"..."
Aphrodite frowned deeper. "No—Touch me. As you desire. Feel me."
"You asked for it."
Marshall didn’t wait. With both arms out like a beast lunging, he gripped the white gown hanging from Aphrodite’s shoulders and yanked sideways. The soft fabric tore like wet paper, splitting apart in one brutal motion.
Rip!
Her dress exploded off her like tissue in the wind, fluttering to the floor in ruined silk strands.
And there she was. Naked. Glorious. A living sin sculpted by lust itself.
Her body was a contradiction, delicate and dangerous. Thin and curvy. Slender and yet built to breed. Her flawless skin practically glowed in the golden torchlight. Wide, heavy tits crowned with flushed pink nipples jutted out proudly from her chest, defying gravity. Her waist cinched tight like a wasp, flaring out into hips so plush they begged for handprints. She was a perfect hourglass, carved to ruin the weak.
Her long golden hair shimmered, cascading down her back like woven sunlight, framing a face that was pure sex. Lips swollen and pouty, eyes dreamy, cheekbones kissed by the divine.
Marshall’s cock twitched.
"Umm… I can feast on these," he growled with hunger.
He cupped her breasts in both hands, and she shuddered. Her tits were warm, impossibly soft, melting around his fingers like ripe peaches. He squeezed, and they spilled through the gaps between his calloused fingers, so plush it felt like his palms were being smothered in clouds.
His thumbs dragged across her nipples. They perked instantly, blushing a deeper pink. His mouth watered.
“You’re made to be fucked day and night,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Aphrodite giggled softly.
“Mmmm… That’s the idea,” she cooed, tilting her chin up and offering her chest. “Wouldn’t you love to drown in me? I can give you pleasure beyond imagination. I was made for mortal obsession…”
Marshall didn’t answer. His hands were already exploring her fair plains, her plush hills, and soft slopes. One slid down her narrow waist, tracing the curve. He moved lower, down to the silky skin of her pelvis.
Aphrodite parted her legs slightly, as if inviting him, and he slipped a hand between her thighs. She let out a sultry moan and tilted her hips forward against his palm.
He cupped her smooth, bare pussy. She was shaved clean. Soft as velvet. And soaking wet.
His middle finger slid in with ease, drenched and hot. He growled low in his throat. Then, he pulled his finger out and held it up to his face, inspecting the glistening sheen. Then, locking eyes with her, he licked it slowly.
“Umm… Sweet.”
Aphrodite’s eyes twinkled. She stepped closer, then struck like a snake.
Riiiiiip!
With a sudden burst of Olympian strength, she grabbed Marshall’s tunic and ripped it open, sending scraps of cloth fluttering like ash. Her hands moved to his waist and tore the rest apart too, yanking the garments from his body with divine precision.
She paused.
Marshall stood completely naked. His frame was heavy, scarred, and brutally masculine. Coarse hair dusted his chest. His arms were thick, chiseled with muscle. His stomach, hard as armor. And between his legs… his cock stood wild and untamed. Long, veiny, as thick as her wrist. The tip flushed an angry red, already glistening.
"Ummmm… I'm quite flexible, if you're curious," she whispered, reaching out and wrapping her slender fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly. “Show me how tough you are… Show me what that filthy mind of yours is really hiding…”
"Oh, I will!"
Marshall grabbed a handful of her golden hair, yanked her head back, and slammed his mouth onto hers.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. He devoured her. With hot suction, his tongue forced its way inside her mouth, licking her teeth, tasting her like he owned her. He kissed her cheeks next, her jawline, then tilted her head harder and ran his tongue all the way up her slender, fair neck.
Aphrodite moaned, clawing at his back.
"Mmmm… Is that all? Looks can be deceiving, I suppose." She whispered like a challenge when he finally let go.
Pa!
Marshall slapped her tits.
A loud, meaty smack echoed in the room. Her breasts bounced wildly, jiggling in perfect aftershocks. He smirked and reached down to pinch one nipple, twisting it slowly as he stared into her wide eyes.
“Let’s test that flexibility, then. I’ll have your tits and mouth together.”
Aphrodite’s eyes widened slightly. She wasn’t used to this. The vulgarity, the lack of worship. Most men crumbled, most begged. But this mortal treated her like a toy, vile and off-putting. And yet her pussy throbbed at the humiliation.
Marshall grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed.
Aphrodite landed on the sheets on her back with a soft grunt, bouncing once as her golden blond hair scattered. And before she could recover, he was on her. Clawing over and mounting her like a beast stalking its kill.
He grabbed both her legs by the calves and pushed them upward. Roughly, until her knees were tight to her shoulders, her entire lower half folded up. Her ass lifted, her spine curved, and the meat of her thighs pressed into the sides of her pillowy bosom. Her legs framed her breasts perfectly, almost too perfect, it made his cock flex harder.
It was obscene. And perfect.
Marshall spread his own legs wide and sat on her underthighs as her legs were pushed up, pinning her in place like he was mounting a throne made of woman. Her folded form was trapped under his weight, turned into a tight, compact shape of curves and heat.
His cock hung forward, throbbing heavily. It slapped down onto her breasts. Then it bounced up again, the flushed head tapping her chin, then rising toward her lips. He looked down at her with a hungry, almost beastly smile.
Aphrodite only smiled back, despite the humiliating position.
“Impressed?” she purred, tilting her face up as best she could, lips parting slowly. “Told you… I’m very… very flexible.”
"Alright, open that hot mouth now. Let's see how lovely the goddess of love is." Marshall didn’t speak with reverence, didn’t marvel at her divinity. He spoke like a man tossing his belt to the floor for a one-night stand he’d already decided was temporary. Just a hole. Just tits. Just a mouth.
He spat down into the soft, warm valley of her cleavage.
His saliva trickled between her pale, heavy tits, sliding down the slick surface already damp with sweat. He grabbed his cock, aimed it, and thrusted between those cloud-like mounds without hesitation.
"Ummmmh… Fuck!"
Her tits wrapped around him like satin shackles, her skin like warm butter. With each stroke, he pushed deeper, the tip of his cock slowly poking through her tight breasts until it slid past the top and kissed her mouth.
Aphrodite opened wide, letting the flushed, soaked cockhead press against her lips.
"Still not folded enough?" He muttered, then leaned forward.
With a grunt, Marshall pushed her legs even further down. Her knees now shoved flat into the mattress under her armpits. She was bent in half, spine curved like a whip. Her breasts squeezed tighter around his cock in this new angle, forced up by the crushing press of her thighs, locking his cock in a perfect squeeze.
He didn’t need to move much now. His hips bucked in short, tight thrusts, and his cock punched through her tits straight into her mouth.
And she took him.
Aphrodite sucked like she wanted him to forget every other woman in existence. Her lips sealed around his cockhead with divine suction, cheeks hollowing, tongue flattening and swirling around his crown. She moved like a lover, but with Olympian strength, like a vacuum made of wet silk and velvet.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Marshall’s cock throbbed violently between her smushed breasts, sliding in her saliva. The bed creaked and jolted under them as his hips fucked her tits, while her mouth kept up the rhythm of pleasure.
“Fuck…” Marshall groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair to keep himself steady.
Aphrodite moaned around his cock, sending tremors up his flesh. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief, even while her lips were stretched wide around him like a perfect circle of sin. Her spit clung to his cock like syrup, splattering down her chin with every stroke. Her tongue lapped around the small slit of his cock, flicking it like she was teasing the trigger to a bomb.
Her tits shook with every thrust, fat and jiggling, squeezed tight around his shaft by her own knees. Her hands pressed her legs tighter together, actively milking him in the middle.
Marshall looked down at her, face gleaming with spit, cheeks flushed, mouth stuffed full of his cock. He reached down and softly patted her cheek.
Pat! Pat!
“Is that all?” she said, lips smearing off his tip as she came up for a breath. “I thought you were a rough man…”
Smack!
He slapped her face, this time harder. Her head whipped slightly to the side.
Aphrodite smirked. In her mind, this was progress. He was getting aggressive, giving in, and losing himself. She thought her magic was burrowing into his brain. She didn’t realize he'd always been like this.
Plap! Plap!
He started to thrust faster, plowing harder. Her mouth turned into a flushed, soaking mess. Saliva splashed across her cheeks, stringing from his cock to her tongue. Her throat choked slightly every time the tip of his cock bumped her palate, but she didn’t stop. She moaned, eyes half-lidded, determined to drain him.
The bed shook. Jolted.
His cock pounded through her swells and down her throat like she wasn’t a goddess—but a whore for his pleasure.
“Ugh… Waste to spill in that pretty mouth,” Marshall muttered with a grunt.
Then, he abruptly stopped. He yanked his cock from her lips with a wet pop. A thick string of spit lazily stretched from her lips to his shaft before snapping.
He let one of her legs fall down lazily, while keeping the other still brutally bent, knee shoved into her chest. He hovered above her, breathing hard.
He grabbed the raised leg and pushed it further, testing her flexibility.
Aphrodite simply smiled. She tilted her upper body slightly to one side and, with a graceful, sensual twist, lifted her bent leg until it curled behind her head. Her ankle rested against the back of her neck. Then she reached up and held it there, locking herself into the obscene pose.
“Well… would you look at that,” Marshal chuckled, even more hungry now.
Her breasts lifted high from the twist, full and perky, and her glistening, pink pussy was fully exposed, dripping and puffed up from desire. It was like watching a goddess tie herself into a gift-wrapped sin.
“Like what you see?” she whispered, biting her lip. “Want to fuck me twisted up like a naughty little knot? I can stay like this all night…”
Marshall didn’t answer. He grabbed his cock, already twitching and flushed red again, and slid it over her drenched slit.
Her folds parted easily. Wet, hot, begging to be punished.
He gave her nipples a few slow, hot licks with his tongue. Then he leaned forward, aligning his pulsing need with her tight, twitching entrance, then pushed.
The cockhead popped in.
“Fuck…” he muttered, and pushed some more.
She was tight, unholy tight. The position crushed her walls down on his shaft like it wanted to strangle him. He grunted as he felt every inch squeeze his cock, like her cunt didn’t want to let him in.
Aphrodite let out a little moan of delight.
“Mmmm… You feel it, don’t you?” Her hips gently wriggled. “I can squeeze tighter, if you want… Every inch of me can be yours…”
And then she clenched. Her pussy locked down on his cock like a perfect mold, flexing with supernatural control.
Marshall roared, grinding forward, pushing more of himself into her slowly, steadily. Her leg stayed locked behind her head, thigh pinned in place by his chest.
She was bent sideways, folded and mounted like a gymnast-turned-sex-doll. Her body writhed under him.
His breath came ragged. He leaned down, one hand slipping under her jaw. Then he shoved his thumb into her open mouth. “Bite down,” he growled. “You’re gonna need it.”
Plap!
The first thrust landed like a warhammer.
Aphrodite's entire body jerked with it. “Nnnmh!”
Her eyes widened in pure shock. Her head fell back on the pillow, golden hair splaying out like a halo around her head. That wasn’t supposed to feel like that, she knew, but she couldn’t back out now.
Another thrust. Then another.
Plap! Plap!
“Oh—ngh! Ohhh…” Her thighs trembled.
Marshall leaned forward, grinding deeper into her soaking heat, letting her tight walls massage every inch of his cock. Her cunt was hot, boiling like it had been simmering for centuries just for this. He let go of her chin, holding her body steady by the waist now.
“You’re fucking tight, goddess,” he growled, sweat trickling from his jaw as he rocked into her again. “And hot! Fuck. You sure you’re the goddess of love? ’Cause your pussy says you’re the goddess of a good fuck.”
Plap! His hips slammed against her stretched body again, his cock sinking into her cunt like it absorbed him.
Aphrodite moaned, louder now. Her voice cracked. Something was wrong. So wrong.
“W-Why… why isn't it working?” she gasped, voice trembling. “My… my magic… Oh! Ohhh gods—Yessss! Y-Yes!!”
The rough thrusts weren’t slowing down. They were building up, faster and faster, plunging deeper and deeper.
Marshall’s hands slid from her waist to her tits, gripping them tight, thumbing her nipples like knobs while he pounded into her pussy.
Her leg, still bent behind her head, kept her split wide open. Her perfect cunt on full display, stretched taut around his cock with every thrust.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
“Ohhhhhh! Haaaaahn!” Aphrodite’s scream split the air. Her back arched, then convulsed.
It started like a climax. A divine rush of heat that made her chest seize up, her thighs quake. But it didn’t stop.
“AAAAAHHH—A-Ah! Oh fuck!” Her pussy exploded around him.
First, a gush. Then a spray. A loud, watery squirt fired from her cunt like a jet. Her orgasm splashed across Marshall’s thighs and soaked the silk sheets beneath them in a flood of divine nectar.
She writhed, moaning, her cheeks glowing red, lips parted in shock. “I—I came… On a mortal’s cock…?!”
“Hahaha! Yeah, that happens!” Marshall laughed. “I’m close… tooo… Ugh!”
He grabbed her hair, yanked her head upward, and slammed into her again. His body crashed forward. His full weight bearing down on her single upraised leg, bending her even tighter. Their bodies locked, forehead to forehead.
She looked into his eyes and melted.
“Ooohhh…” Aphrodite moaned helplessly, then leaned up, grabbing his face with both hands. Her lips crushed against his, devoid of shame, needy. She mauled his mouth like it was ambrosia.
She kissed like she wanted to be filled forever. She kissed like she'd forgotten her name, fucking his mouth with all the submission of a mortal woman.
Plap!
His hips cracked against hers again.
“Ghaaaaa-d—daaaaamn!” Marshall roared when her mouth finally let go. With one final thrust, he drove deep into her. His cock struck the edge of her core like a battering ram.
Her pussy clenched around him, sucking him in, locking down like a perfect sheath.
Then he came, violently exploding inside.
Hot, white lava surged from his cock in thick, gushing bursts. Shot after shot blasted deep into her womb, flooding her from the inside out. There was so much, it pooled instantly and overflowed. His potent cream spilled out around his shaft, down her ass, onto the sheets in hot, sticky streams.
Her leg twitched, still pinned behind her head. Her body trembled uncontrollably, feeling the fluids spill over her skin like crawling streaks of pleasure.
Marshall kept moving. Small, shallow thrusts, sloshing the sticky mess inside her, stirring it.
Aphrodite gasped. Her entire body shivered. Her womb felt hot. Her insides churned. Her pussy milked him nonstop with uncontrollable twitches.
She’d felt this sensation before. The pressure, the swelling, the fullness of a man’s climax buried deep inside. She’d taken the seed of Ares, of Poseidon, of Dionysus, of Hermes. She’d bedded mortals, gods, and even a few mythical creatures when bored. But none of them had felt like this.
This man’s cock had spoken to her womb. Awoke something in her that charm magic could never create.
Her eyes rolled. Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. And then the truth crashed into her like a lightning bolt.
There had been no magic working on him. None of her seduction. None of her power.
She’d wanted to make him kneel. Instead, she had been the one flattened under him, gasping, drenched in her own filth, her cunt still clenching around a mortal’s cock that ruined her.
"Ummmmh… So… You like women… more docile in bed?" She ended the kiss and stared at his face. Feeling his weight still keeping her stretched like that, she felt enthralled.
His face, now that she looked at it, was beautiful, honest, wild, untamed. She never thought such a man was her type, but there she was, pussy gulping his warm cock batter willingly, clenching her sore cunt tight to hold him in for as long as she could.
"You mean submissive?" Marshall reacted and finally moved back, sitting on his knees. "Not really. I love all women, on top, bottom, sideways, soft, hard, spicy, whatever, missionary or CEO. I'm not picky. Sexy queens, all of them.”
To Marshall, after 100 million years of loneliness, it was too much of a waste of time to even think about that. Personalities didn't matter to him. Women were women, pretty, lovely, hot, with pussy. Sure, some were more fun than others. But they were all women, and god, he loved women.
Perhaps that was why he never left any woman sad. Even the women of Dinosia, whom he picked every fifty years. They all live with him happily, and after ending their tenure, they'd write songs, poems, and stories of their fond memories about him.
"Though that doesn't mean I'm a simp… what does that word mean? Fuck! Anyway, I love women, sure, but annoy me, I'll smack the hell out of you."
"..."
Aphrodite rolled her eyes, already used to the sudden mood and speech changes from Marshall.
"Got energy for another round?" Aphrodite asked him, and rolled over, getting on her hands and knees, presenting him her beautiful, round bottom, especially that backhole, velvety, cute, wrinkled, breathing as if calling him in. She didn't give a damn anymore. He satisfied her, and she wanted to feel more of it.
Marshall grinned and rubbed his hands. His cock throbbed and rose back to life. "Oh, I can do this all night."
He wasted no time, rubbed his cock on her cum soaked pussy, used that as lubricant, and pushed his cockhead in her tight, insanely hot, and welcoming ass.
BOOM!
"Aphrodite!"
BAM!
"Aphrodite! I know you're in there!"
WOOSH!
The door to the bedroom flew off.
"Aphrodite! Don't let that mindless monkey between y—"
Zeus froze in his place, his fuming red face turning an even deeper shade of red. His eyes didn't deceive him when he saw Marshall shoving his cock in Aphrodite's ass, while her cunt already leaked white filth. He was too late.
"YOU! You defiled a goddess of Olympus!"
Bam!
Zeus flew with lightning covering his body. His eyes blazing too, his bald head, or rather the leftover hair, flared up.
Crash!
Zeus gripped Marshall's neck and dragged him along, crashing through the massive window, straight into the air outside. They were pretty high in the sky, and below was the Asgard realm, where most people were asleep.
"Asgard should never have opened its gates to filth like you! You, a frail little mortal, dare touch an Olympian?!" Zeus raged as if Marshall had stolen his balls. Both his hands clenched onto Marshall's neck. "I should crush the life from you this instant!"
"Do it!" Marshall, butt-naked, cock still hard as a log, grinned back at Zeus. "Show me what you got, you fat shit."
"Haaaa!"
In blind fury, Zeus used the full extent of his might. That was enough to wake up the entire Asgard with intense earthquakes. The sky became stormy, and thundered. Every being of power in Asgard became alert.
And Zeus squeezed Marshall's neck, his palms creating bright yellow lightning that dug into Marshall's neck. While Marshall did have Odin's physical body strength, he didn't have Odin's magical means.
That meant Zeus was able to burn into Marshall's flesh with his lightning.
“Die! For robbing my worshipers, you face the wrath of the gods—divine retribution!”
As Zeus' fury peaked, Marshall's entire head snapped. The burning lightning beheaded him clean, severing it clean.
Only then did Zeus' fury calm. He let go of Marshall's dead body without a head.
"Odin should have done this long ag—"
Poof!
Somehow, Marshall's dead body vanished midair.
Pop!
"Hah! Haha! Holy shit!"
Came the same old mocking laughter.
Zeus turned around, and there he was. Marshall, untouched, nude, unhurt, hovering in the air, grinning ear to ear.
"W-What are you? I killed you with my own hands!"
"You did, thanks," Marshall replied and seriously stared at Zeus. He pulled one hand beside his head like he was preparing to throw a javelin. "You played your tricks. Now it's my turn."
Zzzzzzz~
A spear made of golden yellow lightning formed in Marshall's hand. It was similar to Zeus' lightning. No, it was exactly Zeus' lightning. The old god could feel it.
"How did you—"
"I’m just getting started," Marshall said and coated something more on that lightning spear. He added cosmic flames, and then…
"Take this!"
Marshall threw the spear with full strength. He knew Zeus was going to try and grab it. The old man was too proud. Even more so when facing lightning.
"Hah, you dare mock me with my own lightning? I don't know how you learned it, but it won't—"
Bzzzzzz~
Zeus caught the lightning spear with his hand. His face changed instantly. From mockery to a frown. He failed to fully grasp the spear as it burned him. It burned him so hard that he let go of it.
Bam!
The spear slammed into Zeus' chest. It pierced the armor and dug a few inches into his chest.
"Argh!" Zeus groaned. The old god himself was shocked. "Y… You… are…"
Zeus' anger started to boil again. He felt it; he actually felt a wound on his body. He had forgotten the last time he was wounded. And to receive it from the one he considered mortal.
"Your lightning may be pretty powerful. But it ain't nothing before my sweet Firehair's Phoenix Force! Stay down, Zeus, or I'll make Asgard your grave." Marshall ordered, wanting to go back and resume banging Aphrodite. "You, duck fucker, don’t get to police my sex life."
"Phoenix Force?!" Zeus frowned.
"Indeed." Odin appeared, flying towards them. In fact, Odin had been watching them for some time now. He had no reason to stop Zeus from getting his ass kicked. "Marshall once won the heart of the Phoenix Force’s host. A bitter truth, for I vied for her favor and failed. She was... unforgettable. But no more of that. Do not cross Marshall. He is fire without mercy, and his madness knows no restraint. You’ve seen it. He’ll raze your realm without pause."
Zeus frowned. "Why can he summon the cosmic flames?"
"A gift, perhaps. He received it from the Phoenix Force. Not only that, Marshall aided in stopping the First Host. He is favored by the Celestials, too."
"But he's a mere mortal!"
"Is he? He's older than you and I in this interaction combined, Zeus. For a hundred million years, he's been alive, unchanged. If he is mortal, then what name shall we give ourselves? Dust?”
Zeus sighed for a moment and eased up all his fury. He looked down at his chest armor and frowned. The dent was real. A little more strength into that spear, and it would have pierced through him.
"In that case." Zeus looked for Marshall and found him on the ground, standing between a massive crowd, Thor, Loki, Frigga, and others around him. His eyes twitched when he noticed that Marshall was still naked and… Frigga was finding it hard to look away.
Shaking his head, Zeus flew down.
"You—Very well. I shall acknowledge your existence. Since you possess my lightning and flames of the Phoenix, I see no reason to kill you. Take her, I don't mind."
"What?" Marshall asked back, stopping his verbal dick measuring contest with Thor. He was challenging Thor to discard his clothes and show it to the realm.
"Aphrodite, take her," Zeus repeated. "I once feared war among gods for her hand in marriage because of her unparalleled beauty. But if you can strike me, then damn it, she’s yours. Do whatever you please."
Gears turned in Marshall's head, and instead of excitement, he frowned and crossed his arms. He noticed how even Zeus found it hard not to gaze at his schlong. "My eyes are up here, Jabba. And hell no, I ain't your daughter's daycare. Shit, it was a one-night stand. I ain't taking her."
"What? She's Aphrodite, the most aesthetically beautiful woman in existence! A goddess!" Zeus argued.
Marshall shrugged. "Nah, I don't think so. I like Hela more."
Instantly, Odin's chest swelled with pride on the side.
"I think I'm into goth types," Marshall said, rubbing his chin, his dick already reacting despite the massive crowd. Clearly, he was winning female fans there that day. "Yeah, I'm into goths, or Firehair, or… Ah, and that big titty Gaea. Damn, I'm still searching for her!"
"YOU BEDDED GAEA?!"
Zeus and Odin erupted at the same time, asking the same question!
Marshall smirked. "Not only did I bang her, I creampied her—Man, that was my first creampie after so many millions of years. I thought I was dreaming, but she was real—Mmmmh… She was soft like a marshmallow. You guys know where my squishy cloud is?"
Odin spoke first. "I… Gaea is one of the first Elder Gods. She merged with the Earth itself."
"Oh?! I fucked Earth? Sweet!"
"..."
Odin continued. "And… She is also Thor's mother."
Marshall grinned and looked at Thor. "So, I fucked Thor's mom?"
"Pffft~" Loki chortled not far away.
"Not only Thor, she has given birth to countless pantheons and beings across time and space—Ouranos, Cyclopes, Anu, Akua, and so many more."
"Damn!" Marshall sneered. "She's a whore then."
"..."
Zeus and Odin stared at Marshall, shaking their heads slowly. Not really disappointed, but just concerned for him.
"No less of a whore than you," Zeus countered.
"Agreed," Marshall blurted.
"Marshall, all that Gaea sets in motion bears purpose. If she chose to lie with you, there is cause yet unseen. In time, the truth shall make itself known," Odin added.
"Who cares. I just want to shag her again and relive the good old days."
The two Skyfathers sighed, seeing that their conversation was going nowhere.
"Anyway, I'm hungry again." Marshall declared and started walking away. "Gonna visit the kitchens. Thor, let's drink!"
Slowly, the crowd dispersed. Odin and Zeus were left behind.
"Why do you keep him here?" Zeus asked. "Frigga was looking at him."
Odin chuckled, not bothered by those things. "So was Athena."
"Ugh… What does she even see in him?"
####
Earth,
Shhhhhhh~
The Asgardian rainbow lights fell on top of Marshall's temple in Dinosia. When the light faded, Marshall, Marty, and Hela appeared standing.
Back home, just as planned. Heck, Hela looked rather relaxed now.
"Hela, you'll stay in Dinosia until the kid's born," Marshall told her, though he couldn't stop thinking about horny things whenever he looked at her. The woman was going to give him a kid, and he was rather happy about it. His seven-foot-tall goddess, he could imagine his kid being strong.
"Marty, you'll guard her."
"Grurr!" Marty replied with an honest nod.
"Master! You're back!" Selene appeared coming from the staircase, dressed in the usual black, skin-tight leather attire, her large bosom spilling out.
"Where the hell have you been?" Marshall asked. "You missed everything. Hela’s knocked up with my baby."
"What?! It works?!"
"..."
Marshall thought of saying something, but ended up agreeing with her reaction since his own was like that.
"Ah! Anyway, the Wakandans are doing well. We can make them pay more Vibranium soon. But I wasn't there. I had... other appetites to indulge. Look, I uncovered this ancient tome—it teems with forbidden dark magic! Look!"
Selene presented a thick, ancient-looking book. She didn't touch it, only hovered it with magic and placed it in front of Marshall.
"Interesting," Marshall muttered and crouched beside the old book. "Marty, you smelling what I’m smelling?"
"Rrawr~" Marty breathed a response.
"Exactly! I can smell meat."
"It's written on flesh, that's why," Selene revealed. "I dare not touch it. It's supposed to use the holder's deepest, darkest desire to lure them in—Ah!"
Marshall grabbed the book anyway and turned it around to get a better look. Nothing was written on the cover, so he was interested. "What's there to be scared of? Looks average."
"..."
Selene gulped and took a few steps back. "C-Can't you… hear whispers?"
"Hmmm…" Marshall closed his eyes and focused. "I can, but… It's nothing new. Sex, sex, sex, sex… Mephisto does that all the time."
"..."
Selene looked at Hela for some help. "I have a bad feeling about this, Master. Y-You should put the book away. It's written by Chthon, one of the Elder Gods, if the legends are real."
"Elder Gods? Then he's likely to know where Gaea is, no?"
"Even if he did, he wouldn't tell you." Hela finally interjected. "It's best you don't involve yourself in such dark magic. You're ill-equipped—"
Even Hela took a rushed step back suddenly. She had to because the madman, the father of her child, was too insane.
Slurp!
"Damn, it does taste like meat."
"..."
The madman did it. He licked the most cursed book in existence.
"Here, try it, Marty—Marty?" Marshall frowned and looked around. He saw Marty being dragged away by Hela. Even Selene was there, so far in the distance. "Hah, why are you girls so scared? It's just a book—Hm?"
Splash!
Splash!
Out of nowhere, a whirlpool of water appeared underneath Marshall's feet. It was impossible since he was on the terrace of his temple.
"What the fuck?"
Woosh!
Woosh!
And then, something shot out of the whirling water and caught Marshall's legs, arms, and waist.
"HOLY SHIT! Hentai tentacles! Hela! Save my assssss~"
Splash!
The whirlpool disappeared, so did Marshall inside it; the word 'ass' was the last fading echo.
"..."
Comments
Jacob Weiss
Aaaaah hentai tentacles Hela save me hahahaha!!! I can’t this series is #1 need more definetly.
RedTheBlazer 15
Man I really like this series… thank you for all of these author
Gilgamos
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