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Marvel: Upgrading Death 5 - Asgard, The Witch & The Madman
🕑 Added 2025-06-13 21:11:10 +0000 UTCMarshall wasn't religious. But his parents were the epitome of religiousness. They dragged him to the church every Sunday whether he liked it or not. They even enrolled him in Sunday school. That made him even less religious in the long run, as he came to despise those classes. He'd rather stay at home and play video games.
But now, with that holy baby sharing the same cave as him, he felt a little nervous. Sure, he was a hundred million years old, but he didn't have any divine abilities. He was no Odin. Sure, he had millions of worshippers across the world, but he was more like a superhero than a god.
"Geeef!"
“You don’t get it, Marty. This feels... off. Can’t pin it down, just weird. Let’s hit Rome after baby Jesus heads home. Wait—hold up—I could just off that damn king trying to mess with him. Hell yeah, that’s smart.” Marshall made up his mind rather quickly. He didn't want to share the space with the baby, feeling he didn't want to be judged for his unhinged mind.
Having already killed the weird guy who wanted to die using the cosmic flames, Marshall went over to Mary and Joseph.
“Heard King Herod’s got it in for you, huh? Look, you come with me—I've been around long enough to outlast a dozen empires and more than a few extinct beasts. I’ll make sure that King and his whole line get punished. You? You’ll be safe in your homes, no sweat.”
The woman and the man speechlessly looked at each other's faces. They really didn't know what to make of Marshall. He looked human but every feat he did was godly. Since they were seeing the man in the flesh, they also instantly believed all the stories and rumors they had heard about the First Man.
First Man actually meant First Man. Marshall was the first human being, the first man on land. His name had been written and found in so many ancient texts by now that the proof was irrefutable.
"You will do that for us? Respected First Man?"
Damn, so formal.
"Yeah, sure, why not? Sanity's been optional since the continents were cuddling, but hurting a baby? That’s where I draw the damn line. C’mon, let’s head north." Marshall said and stormed out of the large cave where he had parked his nice, latest model wooden raft, made of fine wood, tight ropes, and nails. It even had a tiny roofed shelter on it. Of course, it was big enough to carry Marty as well.
Woosh!
Marshall simply waved his hand and levitated the raft closer like it were a hovercraft.
"Hop on."
It was nothing short of a magical miracle for Mary and Joseph. But they had faith that Marshall, being an ancient being, wouldn't harm them.
They were right.
Marshall flew fast, up north, and quickly arrived in the lands ruled by King Herod. It was as good as one could expect. Primitive, mud houses, dirty streets, dry, sandy, with the large stone structure being the King's castle. It was pretty big and suited a child-murdering King.
"Marty, you're my tactical nuke. Go down and eat up as many soldiers as you can. Force the entire city to deploy its men to battle you." Marshall ordered and dropped Marty near the outskirts of the city.
After that, from the height, they just watched Marty being himself. A T-Rex doing what he was made to do, roar and cause chaos. People ran in fear, but Marty was highly intelligent and never hurt any innocent. He only ripped apart the spear-wielding soldiers.
Slowly, the city streets were filled with blood and bodies turned into meat paste. As Marty made his way towards the royal castle, more soldiers came running out. In time, it became clear that the entire castle was stripped of most of its security.
"Let's go now." Marshall descended his raft and softly landed in the castle's inner courtyard. He didn't need to ask about the layout as the nearest remaining guard got his mind fucked and all his memories read by Marshall.
Mary and Joseph with the cute little bundle in his arms followed the godly man silently, slowly becoming used to every impossible feat he committed.
BOOM!
Marshall simply waved his hand and an entire part of the castle's wall came flying off. He walked inside, then kept ripping through walls one after another, not bothering to walk long corridors, and choosing to take shortcuts like a madman.
Any soldier who came his way dropped unconscious with mental overload. In fact, it was mostly brain rot that Marshall would overload their brains with. With millions of years of visuals of dinosaurs procreating, it was not a sight most could digest.
"This way." Marshall guided the couple behind him.
Boom!
More walls, more soldiers, then came some brave servants. All were overloaded with dino porn. Some even fell down with foam coming out of their mouths. Clearly, they weren't the mentally strong bunch.
In the end, Marshall reached the desired location: a large door to a bedchamber. The King's royal chamber.
“You guys sit tight out here. Inside’s a shitshow waiting to happen.” Marshall shrugged. “I’ll probably just burn him down to nothing.”
Sure, the First Man had a very crass way of speaking. The couple nodded and stayed behind.
Marshall continued walking and with a gentle push, broke the door open. It was made of iron, but the hinges were still too weak. Like a terminator on the hunt, he gazed around at the room and quickly noticed something underneath the bed.
"I see you, fucker!"
Woosh!
With a backhanded smack of his hand, the large, canopied bed got thrown across the room. And surprisingly, the King wasn't alone.
"Oh, lookie here. Whole damn family lined up for the chopping block. What’s that? No way I buy it. King goat-neck over there with his sad little beard—those two? Nah, wives don’t look like that. But damn, those tits? I’ll give you credit where it’s due, fine taste. Anyway, sidetracked—King Whatever, you plotted to kill babies. Crime of the century. Me, the First Man, hereby—ah, screw it, just die."
Marshall raised a single finger towards the bunch of people huddled together. A single fat pig of a king, two beauties, and three kids between them of varying ages. Sadly, they looked ugly like their father. Even the beauties couldn't wash away his fucked up genes.
"P-Please… Take whatever you wa—"
"Yeah, and I want your life."
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
However, right when Marshall was about to unleash cosmic flames, he heard loud sounds getting closer to him. It felt like someone was knocking down walls one after another and coming closer.
Another Eternal? Ugh, I'll kill the fucker this time.
BAM!
"Wraaaaaar!"
"..."
"Marty?!"
The wall was destroyed and Marty's massive T-Rex head peeped inside.
Marshall frowned. "The fuck are you doing here? I told you to eat the guards outside."
"Gruff!"
"Damn, that was fast. You sure you ate them all? Hmm... Almost done here myself. Let’s hit Dinosia after this. Time to snag another maiden," Marshall rambled and looked back toward his targets. "What the!"
"Ummmmh… Mmmmmmm!"
"..."
Out of all the absurd things that could have happened. Marshall found King Herod right in front of him. The man had for some reason shoved his mouth on Marshall's pointed finger. The fat King was trying to slurp on it, using teeth and all, eyes red with rage.
A little taken aback, Marshall frowned heavily. "Ugh… Man, I've got nothing against men like you but, seriously? You’ve got a pair of walking big-titted fertility idols at your side and still go mouth-first on mystery meat. How did you even have kids? Ah, was that the whole duty-bound thing? Pump and dump? Hmm… Still, why suck my finger?"
So old, so insane, it just didn't cross Marshall's head that the man was trying to bite his finger. It was so absurd and impossible that the mere idea was less likely than the heavens falling on top of him.
Poof!
Right from the finger King Herod was sucking, Marshall created cosmic flames. They covered the King entirely in less than a second, and even in less time, the thick, insanely hot flames turned the man into ash.
Finally, Marshall pointed his finger at the others like it was a gun.
"Holy fuck!" Marshall cursed, though. The two beautiful women had dropped their blouses and revealed their fantastic, full breasts, large and cushiony. "Well, just because I talked about them doesn't mean they'll make me lose my mind. Ajak got a better pair—Just die."
With a flick of his fingers, the two women also burned to ash. That left the three kids. Now that was confusing. He couldn't remember if he ever killed kids. Sure, he erased an entire civilization, but he did that by ruining their crops and livestock. He didn't directly kill them.
"Hmmm… Let's just wash your memories and give you a clean start. You’ll be eating trash and talking to pigeons in no time. But hey, you’ll still be breathing. That’s the win, right?"
With a quick mind sweep, the three boys got their brains completely rewritten. Other than memories of reading, writing, and language, and some common sense, they had nothing. Sadly for the kids, their common sense was now derived from Marshall's common sense, which in truth didn’t exist.
The three boys would either become the greatest warriors or the greatest criminals in mankind's history. There was no in-between as their risk-taking capacity would exceed any other mortal.
"We're done, Marty. Let's go," Marshall said and went back to the door. On the way, he also grabbed a gold jar.
Creak!
He opened the door and found Mary and Joseph waiting outside nervously.
"It's done." He said and handed Joseph the gold jar. "Buy some furniture or something. Or maybe a farm? Good luck."
For a moment, he looked at the little baby in the woman's arms and wondered if the future would still turn out the same way. If it was some sort of a godly act, then he reckoned his actions wouldn't change the outcome.
"Thank you, noble First Man." Joseph almost wept.
"Don't mention it," Marshall said, and left, walking out of the castle. He allowed the couple to come with him since the city was in chaos and they needed safety. "This city's done for. The ruler's dead, and everyone's about to remember how bad they are at sharing. Get out while there's still air to breathe."
Soon, they arrived where Marshall had parked his raft and got on it with Marty. He waved back at the couple and their holy child.
"Good luck."
With that, Marshall left, unaware of the mark he just left behind on the future of the world. He flew all the way to the west, over the Atlantic, beyond North America, and off the western coast, arriving at the island nation of Dinosia.
As he descended into the massive, white marble temple that his people had made for him, the entire island rang large bells in unison, signaling their god's return. The four, large cities of Dinosia far exceeded anything across the world. It was as if the Renaissance had arrived much earlier there. Art, designs, crafts, and beautiful buildings and statues covered everything. Mountains were preserved, small forests were preserved, and hiking trails were made for recreation.
And the people… they had only gotten smarter. Also more beautiful, especially the women. This time, Marshall decided to try something different and searched for the next maiden from a large list of ten thousand since the overall population of the island had grown.
Soon enough, he found two beauties, both twenty-six years old, tall, but slender, and the best part, identical twins. It wasn't meant to be a package deal, but he was their First Man, their mighty god, and if anything, it was a matter of excitement for them that he picked two at once. Seeing it as a sign that their god was extremely pleased with them.
"Oooooh! Oh… Yes, I… I waited for this… dreamt of this for so lo—ooongh!"
Marshall rammed the brunette, slender woman hard, stretching her untouched, virgin slit with his godly fat cock. He grounded himself hilt deep, keeping her underneath as he leaned forward to focus on the other twin. The second woman lay with her legs spread just above the first one's head. That way, as Marshall leaned fully forward, his face reached the second woman's untouched slit.
With a thin strip of pubes like decoration, he tongue fucked her pussy, splitting that tight cave apart and prepared her for her own turn. He was their first cock, the very first and the last they'd ever long for in their lifetime.
Creak! Creak!
Laying fully flat on top of the first of the twins, he ate the pussy of the second. It was an intense war, and their bodies were just pure lust incarnate. They welcomed him no matter what he did as if every single thrust of his cock and lick of his tongue was a blessing.
"Ummmm… Yes, yessss! I'm coming! On… On First Man's… cock!"
Marshall liked their verbal responses all the same and soon, emptied his balls in the first woman. He kept fucking her until he felt aroused again, his cock ready for the second one.
"Get on top," Marshall ordered and with delight, the second of the twins straddled him, and lowered her virgin cunt on his creamy, slick cock. She was daring and without even testing the grounds, plopped his entire cockhead inside.
"Mmmmm!" She felt the burn soon enough, that hidden wall of her virginity easily erased from her depth. But to receive her god's nectar, she kept at it, slow jolts, taking more of his cock eventually, and finally, all of it. She felt it sting within her untouched core, her maiden walls stretching apart to coat him whole, hug him snugly, and form a perfect shape to accommodate him for years to come.
"You… come here," Marshall called over the first of the twins and made her shower kisses. She locked her lips with him and drank him in as much as he did her. Then she licked his chest, his nipples even. All the while the second one hopped on his shaft and came.
I'll give it a few years.
Eventually, he emptied his creamy fluid inside the second twin as well. He claimed the twins a few more times after that, in various ways. He never made them kiss or please each other, but they did help each other get fucked by him.
Sometimes he had them both on their hands and knees, asses up. Other times he had one laid down in the lap of the other while he fucked and kissed the two together. It was hot, and there were so many different positions to try.
It was especially fun watching them on their knees, sucking him dry with fervor.
Really, being a god was the best thing ever. Still, he considered himself far better than the likes of Zeus.
And just like that, the turn of the era went by. He didn't try to find out what happened in the Middle East, but he knew that it was no longer BCE, but rather CE, the common era. And soon, the Roman Empire would spread far and wide, and in two thousand years, the modern era would arrive.
For now, he was happy with the twins. For five whole years, he didn't leave Dinosia, spending all his time in his temple, bedding the twins, and at times, checking out what his people were up to. He helped some when they faced trouble advancing in a specific field. He helped them when a natural disaster approached.
But overall, their foundation was solid. Dinosia was in it for the long game. And Dinoism may never become a large faith, but it would last for as long as Marshall did.
And that meant the cycle of maidens would never end.
Feels bad for Marty. Maybe I should look for a space lizard or something.
####
"It's been over a hundred years, Paradox! It's impossible to get close to him!" Mobius said in frustration as he watched Marshall fly away.
"I can see that, Mobius," Paradox muttered with a sigh. "It's either him or his pet constantly looking out for each other. Their instincts are beyond comprehension. We barely survived the last time we tried."
Mobius sighed and looked at his watch. "Let's go back. The timeline's intact, just in a different color. His existence is core to this reality, not a variant."
They didn't want to go empty-handed.
But at that point, getting close to Marshall was just impossible. The man seemingly had instincts that alerted him to anything that could threaten him, while ignoring everything else.
####
The Watcher named Uatu no longer sat in confusion. He no longer tried to make sense of what went on. He just watched over the world like he was meant to. Marshall was just another powerful being on land like others.
"But his presence outweighs everything else. His presence eclipses all else. Not tethered by the laws that govern the many—he is an immutable force. An existence beyond erasure. I am bound to watch. I must not intervene. My will is insignificant before my duty. Marshall, the First Man... I will follow his path, unseen and unyielding."
####
Going between the twins, Ajak, and Thena, Marshall was a happy man. He watched the new empires rise, and went around gathering taxes whenever he felt like it, or in case someone annoyed him too much.
Sadly, he still couldn't get Ajak and Thena to agree to a threesome.
Not that he was complaining. Ajak's full body, those magnificent big, cushiony breasts took his breath away. And Thena's athletic, foldable body and her occasional bouts of dominance were exciting.
He really had nothing to do but fuck, travel, fuck, travel, ponder for five years what to cook for dinner, then fuck more. Less First Man, he felt like the God of Sex. But every good thing came to an end as the twins grew old and he had to drop them back in Dinosia. There, the twins would be seen as elders of the faith, cherished, and taken care of. Marshall was then supposed to wait fifty years before taking the next maiden. That way, he maintained his overarching godly presence without getting too involved.
Hmm… Let's go to Ajak. Been a while since I tasted those fantastic melons.
Of the two Eternals, he liked Ajak more since she was more friendly, inviting, and responsive in bed. She'd suck him dry for no reason, and give him a tit job first thing in the morning. With her, the nights were fun. But with Thena, the days were fun as she was ready to fuck pretty much anywhere in any position whatsoever.
"Marty, don't scare the folks this time," Marshall advised his mighty steed as he rode towards the place Eternals were stationed.
"Ruff!"
Thud!
Thud!
Nonetheless, Marty's claws were massive and left large marks with loud thumps.
"Ah! I can see it! Man, I'm going to just dive into Ajak's boso—"
SHHHHHHH!
Before Marshall could finish speaking, out of nowhere, a multi-colored beam fell from the sky and covered him and Marty whole. It happened so fast, and felt so unthreatening, that he didn't have time to react.
In a single moment, he was swept into that alien beam.
####
"Welcome to Asgard, my old friend."
"Grrrr?"
"And you too."
Marshall looked left and right at the golden surroundings, and then there was lavishly dressed, white-bearded Odin. Not in battle armor but in some sort of regal, creamy-white clothing. Behind Odin was the rainbow bridge.
"Asgard? Wow, never imagined I'd get to see the place so soon." Marshall said in awe and shook Odin's hand. "What's the occasion?"
"Come, I wanted you to join me for a feast I'm holding," Odin said, gesturing for him to follow.
Marshall eyed the old god with suspicion. It took Odin a million years to invite him, truly out of the blue now. There was certainly something going on. But was he going to care? Absolutely not.
"Asgardian feast? Hell yeah! Marty, let's go." Marshall walked beside Odin on the rainbow bridge, marveling at the massive castle in the distance. Asgard was really beautiful, he had to agree. Heck, now he wanted to steal one of their architects and take them to Dinosia.
It really was a feast there. Odin led him directly into the massive Great Hall. There was no throne, however, but rather rows of tables with countless Asgardians chatting, drinking, or cursing, and then one perpendicular long table on a higher platform where Odin's grand chair was set. Right beside Odin's grand chair was another one, almost similar in size but not golden.
Marshall sat down on the large, silver-coated chair, right beside Odin. But other than Odin, he didn't recognize anyone. It seemed Thor's generation wasn't born yet. Nor was there Frigga, Odin's wife, whom he remembered.
However, right in that instant, he did feel two peering eyes at him. It was from a distant table, a tall, blonde-haired woman with green eyes was fully focused on him.
Damn, already got fans. I really am too handsome.
On his left was Odin, and on his right was some long-bearded Asgardian he didn't know. It didn't matter as the food looked absurdly delectable. The meat, the pies, the fruits, and the massive mugs of Asgardian drinks. His hands and tongue twitched, but he waited as Odin was still standing, as if ready to give a speech.
"Asgardians!" Odin roared loudly and instantly, silence ushered in the hall. "Today, we welcome a friend. A man worthy to sit here. My old companion, Marshall, the First Man—He, Firehair, and I, once stood against a Celestial and faced their First Host! Raise your cups and roar with me—To Marshall, friend of Asgard!"
Feels like those pyramid scheme dinner parties. Marshall's senses told him it was a trap. The food looks good though.
"Marshall!"
"Marshall!"
"Good friend!"
The long-bearded men and pretty ladies all raised their cups and toasted towards Marshall. Feeling the hype, Marshall also raised the cup full of some liquid and then took a big sip.
What the…
As soon as he tasted the first drop, he couldn't stop. He kept drinking and finally…
Thud!
"Aaaah! Holy fuck! What is this thing? Nose candy? It's fucking delicious, Odin! What do you call this thing?" Marshall roared in pure delight. Earth was too primitive to satisfy his alcohol tastes so Asgardian drink really hit the mark. "Give me a barrel."
"Hah, drink more." Odin laughed and poured him another cup. "It's our finest mead. We make it with honey."
Marshall gulped down the entire cup in one go and slammed it down. He really fit in well with the Asgardians as his looks, his manners, and his clothes weren't that different from an Asgardian warrior. And he really fucking loved that mead.
"Marty! Get some to Marty. Boy's gonna love this." Marshall requested, eyeing the big T-Rex in the distance with his own massive table set up with gigantic pieces of cooked meat.
"He drinks?" Odin asked in surprise.
Marshall nodded strongly and looked for more of that mead. But the jar was empty already. "He eats and drinks whatever I do."
"Ehm… May I?"
Right then, a soft, feminine voice came from behind his chair. He looked; it was that same, tall, blonde woman who was eying him. She stood there with a jug in hand.
Man, how tall is she? She's… fucking stunning!
"Thank you, beautiful lady." Marshall had no concept of mincing his words and extended his cup. "I'm Marshall, by the way."
"I'm Amora." She replied and then did something. Something magical that made the man sitting on Marshall's right get up and leave. She quickly sat down there and kept pouring him more mead.
Marshall was too simple of a man. She gave him a beautiful view of her assets, and he looked, stared even. They were big, like really big. The woman was taller than him and most likely weighed more. But she wasn't fat at all, just insane curves despite looking fit. He felt something stir in his pants.
"Amora? So what are you goddess of?" Marshall asked, making small talk.
"Magic… and beauty."
"Oh, of the latter I have no doubt." He flirted and smugly smiled, eyeing her face. She was indeed a beauty in every way. Those soft lips, those green eyes. They stirred something. "Should've visited Asgard earlier, I feel."
"Why is that?"
He shamelessly eyed her bust. "Why not? The view is fantastic."
Amora chuckled and poured him another drink. Right then, the man she had sent away returned, and she also got up. But before leaving, she leaned beside Marshall and whispered something near his ear.
What she proposed really interested him. Enough that he could feel his erection threatening to rip apart his trousers.
"Be wary, Marshall," Odin said from the side, his voice edged with caution. "Amongst the halls of Asgard, she has an ill reputation. We call her Enchantress—and not without cause."
Damn! Sounds hot!
“Forget fretting over that. Now—what’s the damage on this mead? Hell, sell me the recipe too. I’ll make it the damn national drink of Dinosia." Marshall eagerly asked like an addict. "Or just keep the supply coming; I’m not picky.”
"Marshall," Odin intoned, voice low as thunder at rest, setting down his cup with grave intent. His gaze, heavy with ages, fixed upon his guest. "You shall have unbounded passage to Asgard, and this mead without end. In return… a favor. A small deed, for one of your strengths."
"I knew it! So who do I gotta drag in for this scam to pay off? What's the bounty—three suckers and a goat? Wait. I didn’t sign jack. Good. I’ll just vanish. Again. Worked last time."
“Still yourself, Marshall! You mistake my intent. I come with truth in hand—this matter is for my daughter.”
"Oh?" Marshall frowned profusely at that, even more than the last time. "I… I'm flattered, Odin but… I'm not the marriage type, you know. Don't wanna settle down yet. Sure, I want kids, but I don't think I'm ready."
"..."
Odin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "It is not wedlock, old friend. Were it so trivial, I would rejoice. My daughter, Hela—aye, I was forced to bind her, for she grew wild with hunger for shadow, for slaughter. She thirsted for death and dominion. I ask this of you now: take her into your charge. Lead her to the right path. Madness is her burden—but I sense it in you too. Yet, you bear it with discipline. Teach her. Show her how to master the storm within."
Is he praising me or shaming me? He's calling me mad? Well, I am but… How dare he call me that!?
"It weighs heavy upon my soul, the harm I’ve brought upon her. She is, above all, my daughter—and no prison shall mark the last lines of her tale. Marshall, Asgard shall owe you a debt beyond gold… and aye, the mead flows without end—"
"Deal!"
As soon as the infinite mead came up, Marshall stretched his hand towards the old god.
Odin blinked dumbly for a moment, unaware if Marshall understood the gravity. But who was he to refuse a drunk man from making a deal? He shook Marshall's hand and laughed.
"I knew I could count on you, my old friend."
Marshall shrugged and continued drinking. In truth, he did remember Hela's name, but nothing else. So, he reckoned that since he was already physically as strong as Odin, there wasn't much Hela could do.
He was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
Different gods had different divinities. And he had no protection against those divinities. But was he still killable? Marshall had no clue, and he wanted to find out too.
But for now, he was interested in what that blonde goddess had promised into his ear previously. He was still hard because of that promise. Who wouldn't be at the prospect of having some fun with a goddess taller than himself?
"But eating comes first!"
No matter what, nobody could stop him from enjoying the feast first. He drank, he ate, he did some arm wrestling with Asgardian men. Even with Odin, he arm wrestled, and no surprise, it was a stalemate.
Late at night, he was finally shown his lavish room, and he retired for some rest. The visit to meet Hela was scheduled for the next day.
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Marshall reckoned Odin intentionally let him taste the wine before giving him the proposal. He didn't hate it, honestly. And really, he didn't give a damn about Hela. Sure, he'd babysit her if Odin wanted. But when it came to fixing her, that was beyond his control.
"Who cares, as long as I get to drink that sweet, sweet mead. Damn, since Marty liked it too, hah! I'll empty Asgard out." Marshall chortled and walked around in his lavish room. There was so much gold everywhere, and then there were chairs, tables, couches, velvet bed, and curtains. He could look at the entire Asgard from the balcony.
Yawning, he discarded his fur cloak, his vest, and then also his trousers, getting butt naked, the best way to go to sleep. It was a habit at that point since there wasn't anybody to judge him on Earth for so long.
Marty's probably sleeping already.
No matter how much he cursed and bantered with his T-Rex, Marty was often the first name on his lips in the morning and the last one before sleeping. Deep down, he was indeed insecure since he was immortal and unkillable, but Marty wasn't. Other than his seemingly infinite lifespan, Marty was just an average T-Rex.
"Man, I'll go to sleep if she delays it more." Marshall annoyedly sat down on a luxurious, golden chair, facing the double doors of his room. Amora had told him she'd come over to discuss some matters. He was waiting for that.
He was excited, actually. The woman was taller than him, probably six-two or six-three, while he was just six. She had curves to die for, breasts large enough to sink his claws into and still have enough to vanish his face between them. Her blonde hair and green eyes were a plus.
Knock! Knock!
"There she is! Come on in!" He nonchalantly shouted.
Without a creak, the golden doors swung open. It was who he expected, Amora, also known as the Enchantress by the men of Asgard. He didn't care, she was hot and had the perfect curves he wanted to taste. Besides, he wanted to experience an Asgardian cunt for once.
"My, my, you seem rather impatient, guest of Asgard?" Amora didn't seem phased by the nudity on display before her. She continued to walk into the room, doors closing behind her with a sway of her hand. In her green clothes that left most of her long, meaty legs nude, she approached Marshall.
"Couldn't help it when a goddess tempted me," Marshall replied nonchalantly, looking. She had such toned legs, despite her thighs being pretty smooth and thick, and her ass, it was such a beautiful round curve behind her. Her hourglass form was seductive like nothing else.
And as she stood right before his sitting form, her towering body made him feel a twitch in his hands. Her large, busty mounds were struggling to be contained in that shoulderless top she was wearing. And her long, blonde hair was like a river of gold.
Amora hummed, smiling at him. "Mmm… Can't say I don't like what I see. You're quite endowed."
"Likewise," he replied.
With a smirk, Amora turned on her heel with a twirl that made her hips roll in slow, hypnotic waves. Her long, golden hair spilled over her back in waves, the ends brushing that impossible ass; That perfect, heart-shaped ass that jiggled with every subtle movement. The green, form-fitting outfit clung to every inch of her like a second skin, caressing the swell of her hips and lifting her ass just enough to make him groan under his breath.
Then Amora paused. With her back still turned, she stood just out of reach. Then, without a word, she bent forward. Her body folded forward in a single, elegant motion like her spine was liquid gold. Her legs remained straight, heels planted, and her hands reached slowly for her boots.
But Marshall wasn’t looking at her boots. No one would be.
His eyes locked on that ass. The green cloth stretched so tightly across her flesh it might as well have been paint, outlining every lush contour, clinging to the swell of her cheeks and sliding deep into the crease like it wanted to disappear inside her.
"Like what you see?" She asked back, looking behind with just her head tilted backward.
Marshall's hands were on their way already, and without warning, clawed her fantastic, thick asscheeks. "Umm… enough to devour you, woman!"
Amora giggled and while still leaning, weaved her magic. Her clothes shimmered out of existence, revealing flawless, pale curves bathed in candlelight. "Have a taste then."
She stayed bent, presented like an offering to a savage god, her cunt glistening between parted cheeks. Wet, pink, and shamelessly dripping.
He spread her cheeks wide, and the scent hit him; sweet, heady, soaked in desire. Her pussy was glistening, slick and sticky. He dove in without hesitation, tongue dragging over her pink folds, nose buried in the base of her ass, tongue flattening and curling along her slit.
“Umm..” Amora moaned, pleased.
Right then, her hand reached down between her legs, stretched towards him as her fingers wrapped around his cock with elegant ease. Even upside down, she felt his shaft instantly. Her grip smooth, her strokes slow and teasing, maddening. She teased the tip, thumb sliding over the tiny slit to smear his precum.
Marshall groaned into her pussy, tongue plunging deep while his hips bucked into her touch. His cock twitched as her soft, silky fingers toyed with him like a seasoned temptress.
She knew exactly where to touch. Every stroke was calculated, hitting every weak spot on his thick shaft like she’d studied the male body for years.
Then she moved.
Without warning, she threw her weight back and sank down onto his lap in a devastating drop. His cock vanished into her with a wet, lewd squelch. Her pussy spread wide to swallow him whole in one brutal thrust.
"Mmmmm… Charmingly… fitting… I must agree~" Amora moaned softly, settling deep with a shake of her plump, pale asscheeks.
Marshall was on cloud nine. His brain hazed. Her pussy clutched him tight, pulsing around him like it had a heartbeat of its own. But it wasn’t just her body. Something was inside him. A haze, a drug, a spell. Her scent, her grip, her voice. It all melted his thoughts into a singular, hungry need. More!
"A Goddess… you are!" Marshall watched as her ass thrashed on his lap, bouncing with each rise and plunge. Her asscheeks rippled in shakes, and he just clawed them, like worshiping her rear. He was totally lost with no other thought in his head but the woman, her cunt, and his desire to forever be inside her.
Amora wiggled her ass left and right as her hips pumped the full length of his cock. She fucked him like she was claiming a throne; hips rising and slamming down, making her cheeks clap against his lap. She was tall, and heavy, she pistoned his iron-hard shaft as her plump, perfect lips whispered moans, chanting like a seductive spell enveloping his mind.
“Yes… come for me. Come for your mistress…” Her voice coiled into his ear like honey and hypnosis.
“Gmmh…” Marshall groaned aloud. Her pussy milked him like it was alive, squeezing, stroking, fluttering with every wet plunge. He couldn't think, couldn’t breathe. The scent of her arousal was thick and intoxicating. He gripped her waist, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.
He couldn't help letting his hands glide over her curves, then higher, cupping her tits as they bounced wildly, soft flesh slapping into his palms. He squeezed them hard, groaning as they molded to his fingers.
“Yesss... Come inside your beloved mistress… Such a good boy. My perfect little pet…” Amora purred, her hips crashing down with delicious slaps, her cheeks smacking his thighs and his crotch like drums of surrender.
“Uuuhhh—fuck! Yesssss—!” Marshall writhed under her, on the verge of eruption.
But then, just as the dam was about to burst, Amora stopped. She slowly rose off his cock, a thick strand of nectar clinging between them before it snapped wetly. Her pussy twitched, glistening, dripping from the brutal ride she’d just taken. She turned and looked down at his throbbing cock, twitching with need, standing proud and wet.
“Mmm… here I thought you were someone special for Odin to receive you. Umm… turns out, you're just another dog in heat… now, let your mistress show you real heaven." She cooed, dripping with mockery.
She straddled him again, this time face-to-face on the chair. Her thighs spread wide, her dripping cunt hovered over him. Then she sank down, inch by inch, groaning softly as his cock filled her all over again with an agonizing, delicious squelch.
He could feel it all, every tight squeeze of her velvety walls, the wet slide of her pussy lips parting to take him in again, the obscene wet petals of her entrance swallowing him back into her depth.
“Mmmhnn…” she moaned sweetly, pulling his head into her bosom. Her deep, pillowy cleavage surrounded his face, cradling him in soft warmth and dizzying scent. Her arms wrapped around him like vines.
“Yessss… feel your mistress…Warm… so soft… so tight, isn't she? Mmmm… go on, claw my rear… I know you want it, my pet…” Amora whispered, her voice dripping with smug heat.
“Ghkk.. fuck…” Marshall growled low, words slurring. Out of his mind and into breathless hunger.
His arms locked tight around her waist as his face plunged between her pillowy swells, suckling greedily at her luscious, bouncing tits. His hands clawed her ass again, fingers sinking into the plush cheeks like they belonged there, dragging her down harder onto his thick cock.
“Nice… warm… meal…” he mumbled into her chest, tongue lapping and teeth nibbling.
Amora giggled darkly, stroking his head like a spoiled queen cradling her favorite pet. “Mmmm… That’s it, my sweet little beast… slow now. You’re mine. All mine. You’ll be fed like this often, don’t worry…”
Marshall was drowning in her. Her scent. Her voice. Her cunt, clutching his cock like a velvet grip. There was no world outside her body, just the pure pleasure of her heavenly stretch.
But then she leaned back, her green eyes glinting with hunger—this time for something more. Amora did something foolish then. “Hmm… let’s have a taste of your life-force, shall we?”
Her fingers pinched his chin gently, lifting his dazed face. She kissed him. Deep. Lingering. Her tongue slid between his lips, licking at his spit like it was pure honey, savoring his flavor. Her magic siphoned from his soul with every sinful swirl of her tongue.
He twitched, but couldn’t move.
With a flick of her magic, his muscles locked. His body froze mid-groan, mouth parted, drool threatening to fall from his lip. His cock still stood inside her like a totem, pulsing, throbbing, helpless.
“Mmmm…” she moaned into his mouth, grinding down. “So sweet. So… mine.”
Her ass slammed down over and over, using his body like a fucktoy. The chair beneath them creaked and rocked under her brutal, greedy rhythm. His shaft was trapped inside her slick cunt, and she milked it recklessly like she owned him.
Marshall’s jaw clenched. His breath hitched through gritted teeth. He wanted to grab her, slam her down, fuck her raw, but he could do nothing but feel.
And she made him feel everything.
The way her cunt gripped him; hot, wet, tight beyond belief. The way she clenched and rippled around his cock with every moan she let out. She was soaked now, her juices running down his shaft in warm rolls, pooling on his thighs as she rode him mercilessly.
“You’re a fantastic new pet,” she purred, looking into his paralyzed face. His eyes were wide, expression frozen. “I’ll have you forever…”
Her pussy clenched tight around his stiff cock, riding him hard, her body shaking with each plunge. She leaned forward and moaned into his mouth again, licking inside it like she was devouring his soul.
And then it happened.
“Oohhhh…” With a long, drawn-out moan, Amora threw her head back, body trembling as she slammed herself down one final time and held herself there. Her cunt spasmed wildly, milking his cock in frantic ripples. Her climax gushed, flooding his lap as her legs shook around him.
Her fingers danced along his muscular shoulders, trailing sparks of magic with each brush. In her frenzy, drunk on lust and power, Amora’s magic slipped. A dangerous, careless spark of Transmutation leaked from her fingers as her mind whispered, wanting him to stay like this forever… like a statue… and her magic did just that.
"Ummh.. W–what? No! W-What have I done?!" Amora instantly woke up from her climax-induced daze, realizing what just happened.
Slap!
"Wake up!" She slapped him hard on the face, but it was stone hard like a statue.
Her magic flickered wildly as panic struck. She tried undoing it; her fingers glowing, casting frantically, but nothing moved. Nothing changed.
####
W-What the fuck? Why am I turning into a fucking sissy! Pet? Did this bitch call me a fucking pet?
Marshall was wide awake inside his head. He watched Amora ride him, kiss him, and take pleasure while rambling nonsense. Then he felt her squeeze out some energy from him. And then, he felt that brief darkness that came every time he died. He didn't even realize what happened but...
"No, no, no! Just when you were falling in love with me!" Amora panicked on his lap, trying to fix him.
PA!
"AAAAAH!"
All of a sudden, Marshall's body surged back to life. Fury in his glare, cock still buried inside her soaking cunt. His eyes burned red as both his hands slapped her asscheeks, then sank in deep, fingers clawing into her flesh like she was his prey.
"You fucking Asgardian witch! Love? Me? In your fucking dreams! You tried your mind games on me?"
He slammed her down, grinding her sore, dripping pussy down onto his cock with a feral snarl on his face, fucking her like a beast unchained. His strength snapped through the room with every animalistic bounce of her body on his lap.
Plap! Plap!
He controlled her weight with ease. Her ass smacked down, cheeks rippling as his cock drilled deeper, meatier, stretching her walls like he was trying to ruin her from the inside.
“Ah! Ahh—ahhh! N-N-ooooh!” Amora cried out, voice shaking with each brutal thrust. She grabbed his face and kissed him, trying to regain control with magic, but it slipped through her fingers like her own slick dripping down his cock.
She felt his cock swell inside her. Thick, veiny, merciless; like it was punishing her from within, pounding her walls raw with every twitch. Her legs trembled violently, on the verge of collapse. It was too much, a vicious surge of ecstasy tearing through her body like she was being ravaged from the inside, every nerve lit up in helpless, blistering bliss. Pure, savage pleasure; unyielding, inescapable, and cruel in how good it felt.
"T-Toooh rough… ah…!" She tried to resist losing herself to pure pleasure, but his throbbing cock was too much.
"You're a slave to your own body!"
Marshall suddenly stood up with her, cock-stuffed and limp in his arms. Like she weighed nothing, he carried her across the room and dropped her onto the plush bed, his cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound.
The moment her back hit the bed, something changed. Her cunt, glistening, begging—clenched around nothing like it regretted letting go. The sudden emptiness made her ache, made her whimper—made her need. That savage hunger overwhelmed everything else. She didn’t care about control anymore. She just wanted to be filled.
Amora mewled like an animal in heat, whimpers of unbearable need. Her hips twitched, cunt clenching in greedy spasms as if trying to suck him back in. She didn’t want mercy, she wanted punishment. She wanted to be used, ruined, fucked until her mind shattered and her body forgot anything but the stretch of him inside her.
Marshall wasted no time. He dropped on top of her and slammed back into her, grunting, sweaty, barbaric. His hips drilled between her thighs with loud, squelching sounds as her juices flooded over his unrelenting cock. He clawed her tits, mashed them, suckled one until she writhed beneath him, and then smacked her cheek lightly.
"Wake up! Stay awake. You wanted this, didn't you?"
“MMmmmmm… Fuck… yesss… fuck me—me… yes… Harder…” Amora mumbled, lips slack, brain drenched in pure orgasmic delirium. Her body shook under him, cunt fluttering around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry. Her golden hair clung to her sweaty face, and drool slicked the corner of her lips.
Marshall grunted deep in his throat, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her face up.
Her eyes fluttered open, barely.
He slammed his mouth onto hers, his tongue shoved inside as his spit coated her chin, and then he licked up her cheek, snarling in her face like a beast rutting his mate.
"Harder? You want harder? Huh? I can feel that tight pussy creaming on my cock—fucking gushing for it. You nasty little witch—take it!"
“Ahhh!” She came again—harder this time. A shriek tore from her throat as her thick thighs clamped around his waist. A violent gush soaked both of them, a hot, messy squirt that sprayed out from her overstuffed cunt, running down his balls, and pooling beneath her trembling ass.
Marshall leaned down, sinking his teeth into the swell of her tit, then her neck, marking her flesh with savage love bites. His hands gripped her throat, not choking, but firm, commanding.
Her breath hitched as he manhandled her plush legs upward against his chest, folding her in half until her knees pressed against the very tits he’d just bitten raw.
Then he fucked her. Each thrust slammed her into the mattress, her ass smacking loudly against his pelvis. The heavy Asgardian bed groaned under the force, the headboard thumping the wall like a war drum.
Her cries became raw and broken. Senseless babble from a goddess reduced to a trembling hole full of cock.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, get that? I'm your pet? Hah! Pets don't breed their masters… it's the other way around!"
And then it happened.
His cock exploded. A thick, savage eruption; hot cream flooding her cunt like a busted dam. It pumped again. And again. And again. His cum sprayed in thick ropes with vengeance, shooting so deep it painted her womb, and overflowed.
Their bodies squelched obscenely as the mix of their juices poured out, slicking down her ass and soaking the sheets in warm filth.
Even after the final spurt, his cock stayed twitching inside her, plugged tight. He let her legs fall open to the sides like a fucked-out ragdoll, her pussy still stuffed, leaking his cum in messy gushes.
He collapsed onto her, cock buried to the hilt, chest pressed against her trembling breast.
Pat pat!
He tapped her cheek softly.
Her eyelids fluttered open, dazed and glassy.
"Why? Falling in love already? Don't worry, we ain't stopping tonight! Turn around now, let me taste that fat ass of yours!"
"Mmmh…" Amora tried to glare at him, but her stare was weak, bleary.
The glow of her Asgardian pride flickered for a moment, until his hand gripped her face, fingers digging into her cheeks. Then came his kiss; Deep, claiming, laced with sweat and spit. Her breath left her in a moan as she melted into it, her body limp beneath his.
She said nothing. Just whimpered, eyes closed, and slowly rolled herself over, presenting that thick, perfect ass to him.
Amora certainly had wicked thoughts when she approached Marshall. But that night, for the first time in her life, she met a man who was far too much for her to handle. And while her seductiveness arose from fear of being left alone.
That night, despite feeling ashamed by the loss of control. She felt the most alive ever.
"Ungh! Ungh… take it…!"
She heard him grunt again and again and fill her up that night. With each new fill, she lost her thoughts.
She wondered if that was how her targets felt. If that was the case, she could understand.
Pa!
She felt that stinging palm strike on her ass. Humiliating, but absolutely thrilling.
Amora lost count of how many times she came and how many times he filled her up. She just felt alive and sore like never before.
It was addicting, a sensation she wished to hold onto forever.
####
Knock! Knock!
Hearing the knock on his room's door, Marshall walked over and opened it. He was back in his usual barbarian attire, fur cloak and all.
"Morning, Odin." He found Odin in his full battle armor with the helmet on the head.
Odin frowned a little and sized up Marshall from head to toe. "I heard that Amora entered your room last night. Are you well?"
“Hah! You asking me when I'm the one who's awake? Look for yourself." Marshall stepped back and let Odin step a little inside and get a direct view of the large bed. There lay Amora on her belly, her creamy pale legs sprawled, her blonde hair messy and sprinkled all over her head and face. A single white silk quilt covered her plump hips and lower back.
A little surprised, Odin looked back at Marshall. "She seems… spent."
“No shit! She tried to mess with my head, like some puppetmaster act. But after we got past the weird, it was solid. Hell, she’s got killer assets—definitely in the upper league, easily amongst the finest lays. Why? We made too much noise or what?”
Odin nodded. Marshall’s bluntness was no longer a novelty to him. “Aye, you were. The warriors in the hall laid wagers—if she moaned, they'd drink; if you groaned, they’d strike one another. Not a man among them has woken up yet… you truly drained their cups last night.”
Marshall scratched his chin and looked at the bed. He was angry at her last night, but as time went by, and Amora surrendered to him, he really enjoyed mauling her curves. Where else could he find a six-foot-three curvy goddess?
“I think she’s not done, nor am I. We’ll see.” He fondly said and looked at Odin. "Anyway, let's go get your daughter."
Odin rubbed his beard and nodded in understanding. Even though he was often seduced by Enchantress, she had never crossed the line and entered his bed. If Marshall could control her, he was more than happy.
"Let us leave then. Hela will not greet us kindly. Long has it been since I cast her into shadow—and the weight of that choice has not left me. Once, she was all I hoped for. Fierce. Proud. A daughter to make even gods marvel. But conquest consumed her, and when there was naught left to claim, she turned upon the realms themselves." Odin said as he walked, guiding Marshall towards the Bifrost. "Her power rivals mine—and only mine."
Can Hela kill me? I did get pretty much everything from Amora that wasn't learned. Damn, I already feel charming thanks to that seduction power… wait, am I charming to men or women?
He already had what Odin had, and now he had what Enchantress had as well. Sure, he didn't get what she had learned, such as sorcery, but he received her physical attributes. Also, that power she used to turn him into a statue, he felt he received it too since it killed him. He seemed to have also gotten a mystical sense from her, as well as seduction, as it was related to her body.
“Not sweating death here. I'll be more than happy if she can," Marshall said and stepped into the Bifrost with Odin.
Heimdall was quick to steer the magical contraption and prepare for their departure.
As the machine started making noise, Marshall looked at Odin. "What should I expect on the other side?"
"A battle."
####
Indeed, it was a battle.
As soon as the Bifrost's beam ended and Marshall felt the solid floor under his feet, he heard the metallic clank of weapons at the same time.
"YOU! You shouldn't have come back, Odin!"
Boom!
Marshall looked at the scenes in awe as the dark-clothed, multi-horned absolute beauty of a goddess clashed with Odin and appeared to go toe to toe. It looked like she hadn’t even noticed him, not that he minded.
The view was fantastic.
How tall is she? He wondered, shocked that just a few hours ago he was delighted to meet Amora, who was taller than him. And now it was Hela, probably at seven feet.
Clash!
"Calm down, Hela! What I did was for your own benefit!" Odin roared back at her.
"My benefit? Your fear was never my burden, Odin! You unleashed me to conquer, then caged me when I obeyed?! I won’t rot in silence while you twist the threads of my life!"
The father and daughter clashed with full might across the dark, stony surface of the unknown world. Marshall just stood in place, amused since it was his first time outside Earth. Well, Asgard felt like Earth too, so that new planet actually felt alien.
"Hela, hear me! I have brought the man who can help you!"
"Him?" Hela's head turned abruptly, and she charged towards Marshall. "This mortal? Then let me quash whatever hopes you have brought here!"
Marshall didn't flinch, nor move. Heck, he looked excited as the tall, dark-clothed goddess flew towards him.
"Marshall! Do not let her touch you!" Odin roared in warning.
But Marshall spread his arms wide like welcoming her. "Touch me!"
"..."
"Ghk!" Marshall felt a soft, but strong hand tightly wrap around his neck. He felt raised in the air, and fuck, what a sight it was as he looked down at Hela's pale face. Then the rest of her. "Mmm… Just crush my head between those delicious thighs—Fuck, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"..."
"This? This vile creature?" Hela furiously glared at Odin, and then back at Marshall. "Let me show you why I am called the Goddess of Death."
Hela was indeed the Goddess of Death. She had control over Life and Death. And by just touching the skin of another, she could kill that person. Even an Asgardian, she could kill with ease.
Yet again, Marshall felt that abrupt darkness cover his vision. It felt like someone turned off a light switch for a second and then turned it on. For less than a second he was dead, and then he wasn't.
"Hey, beautiful." He smirked at her while still dangling in her tight grip over his neck. "Whatever mambo-jumbo you're doing, it ain't working."
"Impossible!" Hela snarled, summoning her power again with a violent flick. Still, he stood—unflinching, undying. "No mortal. No god. Nothing escapes my dominion over life and death!"
In fact, Marshall wasn't even struggling in her grip. They were pretty much on equal physical strength level if not more for Marshall, since he inherited Odin's physique.
"Surprised? Don't be. I'm just getting started." Marshall used his first love, Firehair's telepathic powers, the greatest he'd ever felt, and attacked Hela's mind. Sure, she was a goddess and tried to fight back, but that meant she lacked complete focus on the rest of the matters.
Shhhh!
Marshall covered his neck region with cosmic flames. They burned intensely, and Hela instantly let Marshall go.
"The Phoenix?!" Hela hissed and glared at Odin. "You befriended the Phoenix?!"
"Pffft! He? He wanted to fuck the Phoenix, really. Man, I sure miss Firehair… Fuck, I'll kill that fire chicken when I meet that bitch again. My Firehair… I don't even know how she lived… Fuck, my mood's ruined now."
Marshall eyed Hela and used his telepathic powers harder on her, all the while covering his entire body in cosmic flames. That seemed to threaten Hela as she kept walking backward.
"Look, Odin promised endless mead. That’s it. That’s why I’m here, not for your ego, not for your apocalypse fantasy. You want to conquer the universe? Get in line. The fact is, you're a tiny blip in my long lifetime. I don't give a damn about you, Hela—You're a guest on my planet now, and until Odin clears your head, you follow my rules. Don’t push me."
"How dare you utter such words in my presence? I am He—"
Pa!
Marshall leaped forward and smacked the flat of his palm straight on Hela's left cheek. The slap echoed loud, and hard, and his burning hand left dark marks on her face. But he didn't hit her hard enough to send her flying. Just enough to drive the lesson home.
"I am the First fucking Man! I'm older than your father, and pretty sure older than most creatures in this damn universe—If you think I give a shit about who you are, think again."
Hela couldn't kill him. She was left confused and speechless, still feeling that sting on her left cheek. She felt humiliated and more enraged. She wanted to kill him but didn't know how.
Click!
"What?" Hela looked down and noticed a golden bracelet on her wrist. She looked behind, Odin had snuck up on her. "What is this new trickery?"
"With this bracelet, I have sealed your power, Hela. What remains is but strength beyond mortals and a flicker of the magic. I banish you to Midgard, in Marshall's care. There, you will walk among mortals, learn, endure—And perhaps, in time, you shall forsake your lust for dominion."
"Uggh!" Hela tried to use her powers. She failed to summon those black rods. She tried to touch Odin and use her power of Death to kill him, but that power simply didn't respond.
"Won’t work," Marshall said, smirking. "But I think I can do it now. That little murdering trick you showed me? I like it. Might not work on all of them, but screw it. Add it to the pile."
Hela looked at the bracelet on her right hand, then at Marshall, and finally at her father. "Who is he? What is he?"
Odin sighed, shaking his head. "That question… I'm afraid even he can't answer."
Marshall waved at Hela, grinning. He really had no lustful thoughts for the woman. Sure, she was tall, beautiful in face, and had a pretty body. But, her attitude was trash. Also, post-nut clarity was at work after emptying loads after loads in Amora.
“Alright, then. Back to Earth,” Marshall said, sidling up to Hela and hooking his arm through hers. “Jesus, you really are tall.”
Lost for words, Hela stood there frozen. Moments later, a beam of light fell on them and swept them away. But Odin, not wanting to keep Hela in Asgard for long, quickly brought Marty over and sent the three away to Earth.
"Keep the mead coming!"
With Marshall's final words, the beam fell on them.
The next moment he opened his eyes, he was once again on Earth. And luckily, the beam had landed him right where he had left.
"Marty, we'll see Ajak later. We got this goddess to show around first. Get on the raft."
Not taking any risks, instead of taking Hela to Dinosia, Marshall took her to his massive cave in Egypt, where he hid all of Alexandria’s books. It was spacious enough for all of them and also…
"W-What will you do to me?" Hela asked Marshall, her voice cold, eyes burning. "Touch me? Claim me like some spoiled brute? Is that Odin’s lesson—submission through filth?"
"Rrrrrruffff…" Marty eyed Marshall and Hela one by one as if watching a soap opera. Poor guy couldn't clap though, arms were too tiny.
Marshall scoffed and grabbed her arm again. He dragged her into the cave and took her upstairs.
"Typical. All you see is skin and heat. Fine—enjoy your prize. But when this bracelet comes off, I will rip your home world from existence."
Marshall said nothing, and kept dragging her, up and up. Their footsteps grew louder, more echoey.
"So eager? What spell did you cast to make Odin trade away his own daughter like some back-alley bargain?" Hela kept mocking him in full disdain.
Right then, Marshall changed direction and entered a massive dug-out cavern. It was so high that the ceiling looked dark, and the three sides of the walls were all dug out to make space for countless shelves. And on each shelf were books and scrolls. It was in a true sense a library, perhaps the world's largest.
"You know Allspeak?" Marshall asked.
Hela confusedly looked around and nodded.
"Perfect. Now shut your damn mouth and get moving. Only Marty and I get recess. You? You're crawling through every book, scribble, and sneeze of ink in this place. Title, contents, I want it all indexed in a single large booklet, along with the location of that book."
Hela was taken aback. She looked at Marshall, and then at the endless shelves of books. She fully expected to be thrown onto a bed but this was…
"Have you lost your mind? There are countle—"
"Millions, I know. That's what you're supposed to do. But if you so much as wrinkle a page in those books, I swear, I'll give you a real spanking, and I do mean a real one."
"..."
Humiliation and pointless work—She first hand realized she was stuck with a lunatic.
"And what will you do?" Hela asked, curious if he was toying with her.
“Me? First, I gotta wash Marty—boy smells worse than a thousand-year-old sock. Then I’ll sweep every damn corner of the cave because dust doesn’t clean itself. Maybe chip out a few new rooms while I’m at it. After that, I’ll throw some grub together. And come night, I’ll count stars with Marty again. We lost the count nine years ago, or was it ten? Doesn’t matter. Tonight’s the reset.”
"..."
Hela was speechless, hopeless, and heartbroken.
"You… You really are a madman, aren't you?"
####
Asgard,
"Ummmh… Harder… please…"
Amora woke up late that morning with lingering murmurs leaking out of her lips, and by late, she woke up in the evening. As she sat up on the soft bedding, she felt sore all over her body. She looked down at her beautiful carved frame and smiled, seeing all those deep red hickeys on her breasts, and then there was that dried sticky mess between her legs.
"Mmm… I can taste him still." She moaned, grabbed the quilt, and just… gave it a lick.
Her pupils blew out for some reason and she filthily started licking the sheets. Then she started licking her own hands, feeling that phantom warmth in her fists.
Amora was known to be cruel to the men she'd seduce, but there was also a grave weakness. She was too easy to fall in love.
"Oh… Marshall… I want you… I really, hopelessly love you."
Comments
MrPlotThickens
6 is pretty average for a superhero. Even Captain America was six foot one.
OrganicMeat(2.0)
Is he gonna get taller? 6’0 flat is kind of a let down. Maybe see if he can get to the moment the nuclear explosion goes off that transforms banner into the hulk and see if he gets anything from the energy. I mean for christs sake I’m taller than he is lol
Arsylvos
Nice, wonder if he'll romance Hela
dabolts
Hela the Librarian! Love it!
