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Marvel: Upgrading Death 2 - The Redhead, The Celestial & Love Triangle
🕑 Added 2025-05-22 20:59:16 +0000 UTCWhat makes a man who lived for ninety-nine million years go insane? For most, the answer would be loneliness. For others, it would be the passing of time. But for Marshall, it was the fact that he just fucked an insanely beautiful woman and now she was nowhere to be found.
The fact that he wasn't alone, and there were actually beautiful humans out there somewhere. Not like those hairy half-apes. Big bust, wide hips, and a scorching hot pussy. That was enough to make Marshall go insane.
"Sniff, goddammit! You're a fucking T-Rex, you're supposed to be a hunter. Sniff her damn pussy and lead me to her!" Marshall shouted like a madman, having left his beautiful, comfortable cave behind.
Marty, the T-Rex, shook his big head, perhaps ashamed of his human. But alas, he did have a pretty nice nose, and rather than the woman's scent, he could trace his human's scent for some reason.
"Grr…"
"You can smell me? That's it! I did blast my balls into her! That makes complete sense, boy." Marshall cheered in sheer excitement and jumped onto Marty's head, sitting there like his throne. "Lead the way."
####
"What's he doing?" Firehair had arrived at the place the Phoenix had guided her to. She hovered in the sky, near the clouds to not be seen. But she saw everything on the ground. The only living T-Rex in the world roaming with a human on its back. The human looked so different, his skin too pale, his hair the color of gold, and his body in perfect condition.
She herself came from a xenophobic tribe where anyone deviating in any way from their norms was sacrificed. She was sacrificed for her red hair in her infancy. But a pack of wolves saved her and she grew up with them. That was all history, as now she had awakened as a powerful mutant, and also bonded with the Phoenix Force.
Currently, her goal was to recruit this strange man into her team to defeat the fallen Celestial and save the world.
"He's searching for a mate," Phoenix answered Firehair. “A few nights past, Gaea came to him. They laid together—she took his seed.”
"What? Gaea? Him? Why? And why do you know that?"
"I am the Phoenix Force, child. My consciousness surrounds this entire planet," Phoenix replied sternly. "And yet—this man… he is a mystery even to me. He was here before I touched this place. He hasn’t aged, not once. He doesn’t die even when killed. Worse—he changes. Grows. Without end. The limits most obey? He shattered them long ago. But beware, he has walked this world alone for millions of years, he has lost touch with what is normal. More than anything, he seeks a mate."
Her chest-length fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as she stayed hovering in one place. Firehair hummed to herself and watched the man with interest. She, being a mutant and host of the Phoenix Force, was still mortal. Sure, she'd age slower, but even she knew that she'd die a natural death someday. But this man lived for so long, so was he even human? A god? Like Odin? Wasn't that a better answer?
"If I had to judge, I'd be the same if I were in his place," Firehair said, remembering her initial years of solitude. Having lived with wolves, there wasn't anyone to talk to. "But he looks harmless."
“It’s not his strength you should fear, child. It’s his mind that lacks common sense—He's unpredictable. His mood changes faster than the clouds in a storm. He isn’t a mutant, nor a god. He’s human… but something else at the same time."
It was Firehair’s nature to be curious. She was once feral, and even now held a deep love for combat and destruction. Although she had controlled that initial rage of the Phoenix Force, that fierceness remained.
Wanting to get a closer look, she flew lower toward the human.
"Oh? He's singing a song?" Firehair exclaimed in surprise. Thanks to Phoenix Force, she instantly understood what the man was saying even though it was a foreign language to her.
"I was made for lovin' you, baby… You were made for lovin' me…"
Firehair's red eyes flickered in amusement. "That song is so… romantic."
"..."
Phoenix Force said nothing at that point. Firehair wasn't her slave to control. Her mind was her own.
####
"And I can't get enough of you, baby…Can you get enough of me?..."
Marshall sang at the top of his lungs with nothing to do. It was an impulse born from his fucked up head. After almost a hundred million years, his memories were all jumbled up. He barely remembered much from his past life. And songs were among the few things that came to his thoughts randomly. Whenever they came, he sang loudly to remember the rest. But that never happened. Other than a few catchy verses, he recalled nothing.
"Hraaawwwrrr-mmmph!"
"You're hungry?" Marshall talked to the T-Rex. “You eat too much, Marty. That’s why your whole damn species croaked. Not some damn rock from the sky—just your fat bellies sucking the planet dry. There wasn’t enough grub for all of you. But hey, I guess the world can handle one big boy T-Rex.”
"Hufff~" Marty snorted loudly.
Marshall chuckled and stood up straight on Marty's head and looked left and right. As Marty also stood to his full height, Marshall got a clear view around him, above the trees. Soon, he noticed some animal movement in a certain direction. He then closed his eyes, sniffed, and confirmed what it was.
"Umm… The menu is… Wild Horses, Water Buffalos, and… Hippos." He sniffed out the exact species. It was child's play at that point.
Instantly, Marty turned towards the pointed direction, hunger in his eyes.
Thump!
Thump!
His large, T-Rex claws left prints in the dirt.
Thump!
Shwooooo~
"Marty, you're farting again?"
"Grrrruf~"
"Not you? Then?" Marshall frowned and looked left and right. He could hear a strange sound. As if something was sizzling hot, and at the same time splitting the air. But then he felt some heat and looked up.
"Fuck! Why's there another asteroid?!"
There, a massive, red flame was falling right towards him. It was wide, like a bird with wings. It burned so brightly even in the bright sky, a deep and dark shade of red.
"Run, Marty! Run!"
Shwoooooo~
But no matter how fast Marty ran away from the burning air, the air only got hotter.
BOOM!
And then, a little ahead of them, the fire finally landed on the ground. They were in a decently dense forest, but it was still nothing compared to other regions. The shockwave spread in every direction, trees were uprooted, and a burning crater formed.
"We're alive!" Marshall cheered.
But that joy was short-lived, as something even more joyous took place. Marshall stopped caressing Marty’s big scally head and noticed a faint rustle of leaves and twigs. He looked towards the distant crater and there she was, a tall woman with fiery red hair, and a slender, athletic body. Her bust and hips were covered by tattered green clothes, leaving her belly, most of her legs, and her skin visible. There was a fur cape on her shoulders, and…
"I KNEW IT!" Marshall roared, his blue eyes filled with tears of joy. "That asshole priest was right! I fucking knew it!"
The barefoot woman, nearly as tall as him, pale of skin, and insanely beautiful, walked towards him. The closer she got, the more Marshall howled in sheer excitement. He thanked the heavens, whichever god was out there.
"Yes! Of course! Angels and Demons are real!" He stared at the woman, eyeing her cleavage, her bust that he was sure would fit beautifully in his palm. He eyed her legs, somewhat tanned, but so smooth and long, her face, those red succulent lips. "A succubus! Holy hell! A succubus has found me! I’m willing to give in! Take me, pretty succubus!"
"..."
Woosh!
"Oh! She's a high-level one?!" Marshall exclaimed when the woman's right palm caught fire. He smiled so brightly, all his perfect, white teeth on display, his both hands on his chest. "I-I think… It's working! I'm in love, Marty… Oh, Marty… A succubus got me."
"..."
Daringly, he walked towards her, feeling attracted. If that woman from that night was like a goddess of fertility with her big tits and ass, this one was like pure fire in the flesh, her entire body hot, like those perfect cheerleaders. Heck, this succubus even had a black choker around her neck, like a fashion statement.
"Your charm is pulling me, my beautiful demoness succubus."
"..."
"SILENCE!"
Wooosh!
"FUCK!" Marshall flinched and quickly covered his face with his arms. The crazy hot succubus had suddenly unleashed a torrent of flames towards him. They traveled fast and instantly covered him in fire. But having inherited the properties of that massive pre-historic crocodile, he was confident in his resistance.
Poof!
He was wrong. As soon as the fire engulfed him, before he could even register pain in his head, he vanished and turned into ash.
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Firehair, keep calm. Do not let him get on your nerves. You must not show a reaction. Ignore his words and say what you came to say.
It was surprising. Why was the Phoenix Force advising her to stay calm and not react? From the moment she had landed, the man had gotten on her nerves. He looked human, and he looked quite decent. But the moment the man opened his mouth, she felt all her likes turned into dislikes. He looked like a barbarian in the true sense, just a bit more handsome.
No, Firehair, ignore his words.
But eventually, being called succubus again and again, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Silence!"
No! Don't—
By the time the Phoenix Force could stop her, the flames had already burned the man to fine dust.
What have you done?!
"I killed him." Fairfire proclaimed proudly. "He was too annoying. And besides, he was too weak."
Snap!
And just then, with a surprising pop in the air, the man reappeared out of thin air, nothing changed on his body. Not even his clothes.
"You bitch… I mean beautiful succubus! Why did you kill me? I was willing to be seduced by you!"
"I-Is this real?" Firehair gawked at the man's reappearance.
I warned you, Firehair.
"No, he can't keep reappearing forever." Fairhair declared and raised both her hands towards the man this time. "No mercy anymore! And I… am… not… a succubus!"
WOOOOSH!
A torrent of flames, larger than the last one, struck the man, covering him entirely with the dark flames. They weren’t just any flames, but her pride, her cosmic flames. They could immolate anyone and anything who stood in their way.
"Hmph!" She stopped pouring out the fire at last.
"Ha! Haha! You dumb bitch!"
"..."
Firehair frowned deeply. The fire she had sent out should have vanished, but instead, it remained and took the shape of a human. When that mocking voice came, she realized the fact. The man was covered in the same cosmic flames without burning. No, he was controlling them, maintaining them on his body.
"Oh, you turned me into a succubus too by killing me. Fuck! It feels hot, not that I was already not hot."
"..."
Once again speechless, Firehair looked left and right as if there was an audience. She gulped, finally realizing why the Phoenix Force was warning her. "W-What have I done?"
This man has no limits. By killing him, you have renewed his body to harness the very forces that you do. Now, cosmic flames burn within him, and your body’s physiology, your telekinesis, your telepathy—they are his, as well.
"N-No! Does that mean he has you—"
No. There is only one Phoenix Force—and I am already within you. But if I emerged fully, if I ended him… I wonder. I tread lightly. He might not die. He might adapt. Learn me. Become more than he is—like a replica of mine.
Firehair gulped, her lips dry. She looked at the cheering man, already playing with fire by making balls of fire and juggling them, showing them to the dinosaur. She really felt scared by the man now, a first in a very, very long time. If even the Phoenix Force was fearful of him, who was she?
"W-Why didn't you stop me?"
I warned you, child.
"Nonsense! You could have stopped the flames from pouring out of my hands."
I cannot deny that I'm interested in this creature. I allowed nature to take its course.
Slightly annoyed, Firehair looked at the man, acting like a caveman who found fire for the first time. Heck, she wondered if this madman was the one who taught them how to harness fire. And honestly, seeing him talk with the dinosaur like it was an intelligent creature, made her feel worried.
"H-He's insane."
"I'm not." The man responded all of a sudden, looking at her. “Yeah, yeah, I just read your thoughts. Jesus! You've got a neat set of abilities. I can even fly now and…"
Wooosh!
She gawked as the man used her powerful telekinesis to uproot an entire tree from the ground. Then the man whistled and kept uprooting the trees as if playing.
"Damn! Would you look at that? Thank you, beautiful demoness. A hundred million years were worth it for this. Ah, and yes, I did teach those blokes how to make fire. Bastards were on the verge of dying that night. And yes, Marty here is an intelligent dinosaur. He's just ten million years younger than me."
Firehair's beautiful, red brows furrowed by the use of just with that absurd amount of time.
"Greetings, f-friend." Fairhair finally chose to tread carefully with the man. He could read her mind, so she tried to keep it as shielded as she could. "I am Firehair, and I'm not a succubus. I need your help. The world is in danger, and without you, it may not survive. I have roamed the world in search of powerful allies. My idea is to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more—"
"Hush! I think I've heard that speech somewhere else before."
Easy to anger by nature, Firehair did her best to control the fury in her head. "I have gathered seven other powerful beings, and you c—"
"Not interested."
"..."
"But the world will end!"
"Who cares? I think I've lived a decent life. Pretty sure the world will be fine even if you all do nothing. Ah, Marshall S. Grant, by the way—Damn, where are my manners?" The man, Marshall nonchalantly responded to her, while poking his ear with one finger, and still using telekinesis to uproot trees to build something.
"But Marshall, if Zgreb the Sorrower is not defeated—"
"Yada, yada! Unbelievable—I almost let a demoness succubus reel me in with her seductions. But with your powers now, I can finally fight off that charm. Don’t get me wrong, I still wanna fold you like origami and drill you all night—you're absurdly gorgeous. Seriously… But I gotta bounce—You did kill me, by the way. I should be pissed... right? My god! Why am I not pissed? Weird..."
"..."
Unhinged, totally feral, untamed, crazy, a lunatic with jumbled thoughts. Firehair slowly came to understand all the warnings that the Phoenix Force had given her. And what was that about drilling her?
"I'm not a succubus."
"Sure, woman. With those red hair, red eyes, that fire body, goddamn! I'm horny—No, I shall not waver. I refuse to fall prey to a succubus! I'll look for that stacked woman from that night, such fine delicate curves, she treated me right. Oh, I almost sold my soul or something… Thank you, Jesus, for the celestial slap back to sanity, I'll see you soon. And you, hot, red, demoness, I'm sorry, we can't be lovers—Goodbye."
"..."
The man, Marshall, right before her eyes, used telekinesis to chip the felled trees into equal logs, smashed holes in them, and nailed them with wood, turning them into a sort of a raft. And then, the man sat down on the massive raft with the dinosaur and just… flew away like it was a fucking magic carpet.
"..."
"I AM NOT A SUCCUBUS!" Firehair raged at last, her entire body turning to flames. "HOW DARE HE! US? LOVERS?! Aaaaaargh! And why does he have better telekinesis than me?!"
She raged, burning a patch of the forest.
Within her, the Phoenix Force remained silent, having already seen the future to a small degree, and was aware that the chapter with that man was far from over. Especially for her host.
"WRAAAA! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
####
Pat! Pat!
"You're useless, Marty. You're a T-Rex. You weren't charmed by her, were you? You should have woken me up from that horniness. What if she had attacked you instead of me?"
"..."
Sitting on his ass beside his human, Marty looked at the man with a sigh. "Snrrrk."
"Seriously? I don’t believe you. You didn’t find her attractive? You’re blind, buddy. She was smoking hot—like, asteroid-hitting-the-Yucatan hot. But yeah, personality? Trash... And I know, I sound picky, but hey, she killed me. Literally. I don't remember, I think someone once said, don't put your dick in crazy. What if she’d torched the ol’ dino-rider mid-thrust? Hell of a way to go. Again."
"Growl!"
"Fuck you too! You're calling me crazy? Me? Who raised you since you were just a little egg? Man, talk about biting the hand that feeds you. I'll remember that."
"Grraaargh!”
“How dare you, Marty… Wait, I gotta give you a last name—makes yelling more dramatic. Alright, Marty S. Grant! So what if I forgot to eat the egg you came out of? The fact is that I fed you milk with that tiny wooden straw I made—I let you sleep in my bed for warmth!”
“Grrr-brrrfff.”
Pat!
Marshall patted the big dinosaur. “Hey, chill. No need to apologize—I was just messing with you. You’re the only thing that’s kept me from losing my marbles all these eons, pal.”
Merrily blinking his big eyes, Marty looked ahead as the gentle breeze hit their faces.
Soon, Marshall also calmed down and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. He really didn't have a speck of common sense left. He should have been scared of the height, but he wasn't. It was his first attempt at flying on a raft, but he nailed it. And seriously, flying was the best. The view was amazing, endless forests, then fields, and then distant snow-capped mountains. The planet was cold, but he knew another ice age was yet to come.
"Heh, gotta say, I’m cool with her killing me. Powers came as some sweet freebies, after all. Wait—so does that make me some kinda god to future humans? She did say she rounded up a bunch of powerful types. So... won’t they all be gods too?"
With much to ponder, he randomly kept flying in a direction.
####
The blue side of the moon.
"I have borne witness to his ascent—from a fragile mortal shell to something far beyond. Once bound by flesh, now crowned in power. He holds the flame of the Phoenix, the strength of a mutant. What is he? What drives his return, again and again, from the brink? The answers remain veiled. I cannot guide, cannot alter the course. I am bound to observe. Only to watch."
####
Hell.
"That's it? That's all I needed to do? Throw in a redheaded seductress? Seriously?!" Mephisto glared at the turn of events. Of course, he didn't mess with the Phoenix Force, but he watched it all. "It won't work now. He's aware of seduction."
Sighing, Mephisto finally stopped looking at the man and looked at a different human, a caveman that he'd gifted the Spirit of Vengence.
####
Some may ask, how does a man spend ninety-nine million years without getting bored? The answer was simple. Marshall was always bored. And he did anything and everything to fight that boredom.
If you're brave enough, anything can be entertainment. Watching animals make babies? Watching another animal eat those babies? Then watching that animal who ate the babies get eaten by something else. Watching the circle of life was interesting.
But it wasn't always effective. So, whenever he was too bored, he dug holes, caves, and entire mountains. He followed clouds until the sea would stop him. At that point, one could say that Marshall was indeed insane.
That day, after flying randomly in a direction, and not finding that curvy woman anywhere, Marshall descended to the cliffside of a tall mountain and started digging with Marty right beside him. Even with telekinesis, he used his hands to dig the mountain simply because it was time-consuming. And he really wanted to pass the time.
For two whole months, he did nothing but dig through the cliffside, making himself an apartment of sorts. The best part was that he had to make it big enough for Marty, which meant spending more time doing it.
With an occasional bout of those 'sex, sex, sex…' chants in his head, and his usual counterattack of singing Baby Shark, he considered himself a fine, intelligent, upstanding young man.
"Let's find some furniture now."
So, he spent another month hunting wild mammoths, skinning them, and chopping trees to make tables, chairs, and doors. One may call it wasting time, and they would be right. That was his intent.
Soon enough, he had his proud new crib ready. It had two floors, the bottom was just a massive hall where Marty slept. The upper one was a big room where Marshall rested. It was fitted with a stone bed with the best bedding, a table, a chair, and a lot of bowls and spoons made of wood. He had carved them by hand, one scratch at a time. By now, he had forgotten how many cribs he had across the world. But that was a headache for future historians, not him.
Boom!
"Mrrrrr~"
"It's probably a storm, Marty." Marshall got up from his wooden, swinging recliner chair, waking up from his afternoon nap. He walked over to the window and noticed the dark clouds in the sky. Seeing them, a question came to his mind.
Earth must look like modern Earth now. He reckoned, wondering where he was. Wait, I can just see it for myself.
"Marty, I'll be back later. There's enough meat for a meal."
Saying that, he jumped straight out of the window overlooking a steep cliff. His hands and feet then caught fire and he shot into the sky like a rocket. It was the best feeling in the world for him. Although he was fucked up in the end, being able to do things like that, superhero powers he called, was a blessing. Endless barbecues, cooking an entire mammoth, was now a thing.
Shwooooo~
He shot straight through the clouds, getting drenched in the process. He kept going until he finally saw the curvature of the Earth, and breathing became hard. But the cold or the heat didn't affect him.
Not planning to dumbly go to space, he looked back down at Earth finally and saw it. The beautiful, shiny blue ball suspended in space. In a true sense, he felt like a superhero at that moment.
Like that Iron Man moment. Man, this is crazy. What the fuck am I? Really?
When looking down at Earth from the sky, those questions arose without warning. He had no answer, so he looked for his location, and sure enough, the world map looked like what he remembered.
I'm in South Africa, I think… When did I cross the entire northern Africa?
Knowing that modern civilizations won't be arising there anytime soon, he decided to make that place his home for the next million or so years until humans actually start thinking and exploring, and looking like humans.
Wooosh!
And then, he dived back down, splitting through the air. The air hitting his face made it hard to breathe, but he just held his breath.
She said there were seven more guys. He couldn't help but remember the words Firehair had said. Should have listened to what she was saying first.
As he dipped below the clouds and got a clear view of the slightly darkened grounds, he noticed something in the far distance. It looked like a shadow of a giant man as tall as the mountains. It was moving sluggishly.
What's that?
Midway, he changed the direction of the flight. He flew fast and soon enough he realized the giant figure was even taller than the mountains as its head was far above the clouds. It looked like it was moving slowly, but in reality, it was insanely fast due to its size.
What the hell is this?
Right when he noticed a purple color on the giant creature, he saw a fiery dot flying around its body and blasting beams of fire on it. There was also thunder here and there, then another larger ball of fire in the shape of a mammoth.
W-What is this?
In his hundred million years, he had never seen something so creepy and confusing. He had explored the deep oceans and that didn't scare him. But this impossible sight was too much to just digest and ignore. How could a creature be that tall?
Is that a mecha?
####
Firehair regretted how she treated Marshall that day. Now, as she and her team fought against Zgreb the Sorrower, the Dark Celestial, and struggled, she wished Marshell had joined them. He had the same powers as her, after all. Perhaps another set of cosmic flames would have helped.
She looked around and saw Agamotto bruised and battered, the same was the case for Odin, whose helmet looked cracked. Starbrand was in a similar state. Black Panther wasn't much use, his strikes barely doing anything. Only she, Moon Knight, and Ghost Rider were still fighting at full strength as all hosted a boundless, otherworldly energy source within.
"Phoenix! My love! Move!" Odin roared and raised his hammer high that sometimes didn't listen to him. Now was that time. "IN THE NAME OF ASGARD!"
BOOM!
A blast of energy shot from the Celestial's body and struck Odin right in the face, knocking him unconscious and throwing him far toward the ground. Mjolnir didn't respond and also fell to the ground.
Firehair sighed as her admirer was knocked away. They had been battling for multiple days now and the Dark Celestial was proving too much despite its wounded state by the Horde. She was tired and on the verge of losing her mind.
If… I hadn't killed him…
Shaking her head, she flew towards the head of the Dark Celestial and struck it there, onto his helmet-like head.
BOOOM!
The cosmic fire surged through her entire body like a big, wide beam and hit the Dark Celestial. The effects were clear, there were bruises, but not enough to kill the Celestial.
"Just a little more, Phoenix." Firehair pleaded for the Phoenix Force to support her. "I feel we can make an opening!"
You don't have much energy left in you, child. You are but a host of my true essence. You are not limitless like that man.
She clenched her teeth and focused. She kept firing the cosmic flames. She kept at it, and then, she couldn't. Her eyelids became heavy and they gently fluttered close. She lost herself to a momentary blackout due to exhaustion. From the great height, she started to fall towards the ground.
Shwoooooo~
"Gotcha!"
"Hm?" Firehair heard that annoying voice and woke up for a moment. Then her eyes opened wide, feeling those arms holding her behind her back and under her knees. She looked at his face and it was him. "Y-You!"
"Heh—I know, I said I don't give a damn. But I guess a damsel in distress does make a fine case. Don’t worry, I’m pretty affordable—just a kiss’ll do."
"Marshall!" Firehair exclaimed, excited and happy. She instinctively grabbed his face, feeling his rough beard on her palm. "You came!"
"Well, not the way I wanted to bu—"
"You came for me?!"
####
Marshall watched from the sky as the scene unfolded. He saw their attire, their moves. That flying man with weird orange magical patterns. That Chinese woman with a golden fist that projected out. That burning skeleton-man riding a burning skeleton mammoth. That white-capped man with crescents being his whole theme. That man in black tight clothes with cat ears. And then that man with a big blonde beard, throwing around the hammer and calling himself Odin.
Now that he looked at Firehair, her body when covered in fire looked like a huge bird.
Nah—I'm imagining things. Marshall slapped himself a few times just in case he was dreaming. He wasn't.
Then, that Odin man was knocked out. The supposed good guys started falling. Finally, Firehair also lost steam.
Let's just ask her the big question. Hah, I gotta be one delusional fucker to think 'that' can be true.
He flew in at the right time and saved Firehair from falling to her death. At the same time, he covered his entire body in fire, and that covered her as well, as if sharing it with her.
"You came for me?!"
What? When did I say that?
"You're the only one I know of all these blokes." He replied, unable to keep his eyes from taking a look at her cleavage. His hands under her knees were actually touching her skin, the same for those behind her back. He couldn't stop his little Marshall from saluting.
"Focus!" Firehair raised her voice as if understanding his state. "You said kiss? Let’s do more than that! Heck, I haven't done that in ages either—But we gotta survive first. If that thing isn't defeated, forget ever getting to touch me, or anyone."
Wooosh!
That made the flames covering Marshall grow larger, brighter, and hotter. He now believed her. She wasn't a succubus, she was too good to be that. Too sane, actually, but also, she killed him so he was still bitter about that.
"What even is that?" He asked her the million-dollar question.
"That is Zgreb the Sorrower, a Dark Celestial, corrupted by the Horde!"
Marshall became speechless for a moment. Her words confirmed his doubts, if any were left. He swept his gaze down at the other folks and looked back at Firehair seriously.
"Firehair, what is your other name?"
"You mean Phoenix? Some do call me that."
Is this for real? A hundred million years?
"And what is the name of the team you've built?"
She proudly declared. "I named it the Avengers—Look down, they are Odin, Agamotto, Black Panther, Iron Fist, Starbrand, Ghost Rider, and Moon Knight."
I'm in the Marvel fucking universe! All this time… How is this even real?
Like a big bang inside his head, a lot of memories resurfaced. They were blurry, but they were real. Being a guy who wanted to join the military for a desk job to make life easy, he was of course a consumer of comics and other media.
Ghost Rider, Iron Fist, Odin—Those string of names couldn't be used anywhere else but the Marvel universe.
Wait, wait, wait! Then that woman I fucked, that Gaea… She really was the Mother-Goddess Gaea? Fuck!
Snap! Snap!
Firehair, still in his arms, snapped her fingers in front of his unfocused eyes. "Marshall? What happened?"
"Nothing… Nothing, I remembered something." Marshall shook his head awake and looked at Firehair in his arms. And seriously, his erection was on the verge of bursting from his pants. "Can you fly?"
The fiery redhead nodded firmly, her face showing true expressions of ease and excitement. She shifted off his arms and flew with the fire surrounding her. Then, she extended her hand towards him.
Marshall looked at her hand and still struggled to digest the facts. He was with the Stone-Age Avengers.
"Ugh—You cave-dwelling madman! Hold my hand! We need to join our cosmic fire to damage the Celestial."
Really? Hand holding? Well, ain't complaining.
He chuckled at her sudden shift in attitude. "You really are a crazy bitch, aren't you?"
Firehair glared at him before grinning, and on her own grabbed his hand tightly, clenching it with all her strength.
Marshall didn't know what was happening. If there was the Phoenix Force inside her, the same one from his faint memories, then defeating the Dark Celestian shouldn't be an issue. Especially now, combining his cosmic flames with hers.
While he let Firehair lead him, he started thinking about his long life and the way he lived. Immortal, unkillable, a body that absorbs the powers of whatever kills him. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about getting killed by beings like Odin, or even a Celestial
"Don't let that thing kill you!" Firehair warned him. "Phoenix is warning you! Zgreb is infected with the Horde. If you absorb its abilities, you might become a part of the Horde."
Fuck! I didn't think that far!
He stopped distracting himself with what-ifs and focused on the moment. He flew side-by-side with Firehair, his body and hers were both shrouded in one massive cage of fire. It was still shaped like a bird but much bigger. She was the left wing and Marshall was the right wing.
"Pour all your fire into this one, Marshall." Firehair guided him, her fingers now intertwined with his, clasped together in a joined fist.
Before, he had accepted his fate. That he was going to live forever. Live through human history and modern times. Like a god on Earth. Now, he wasn't sure. The power scaling had instantly changed in his head. He was no god, he was just an insect living in a cage.
Can't help but feel excited. Though this feels a little too cheesy.
"Let's do it, redhead." Marshall used the cosmic flames as easily as breathing. He inherited them like he always had them.
BOOM!
The size of the flames around their bodies exploded. The Phoenix turned massive, half the size of the Celestial.
"With me, Marshall!" Firehair glared at the Celestial's head. "Let me aim."
Marshall loosened his arm so she could move it as she wished. He just poured out all the energy in his body into the fire.
"Almost there…"
Both of them flew higher above the clouds where the Celestial's head was. At the same time, he heard Firehair talk telepathically with him and all her allies, telling them what to do.
"Now! Give me your hand!"
"Take the whole damn arm, woman!" Marshall roared back and let her aim their joined, clasped fist towards the Celestial's head.
WOOOSH!
A concentrated, fiery, dark beam of energy shot through their clasped fists. It then struck the Celestial's helmet-like head in the middle with a blast.
"It's working!" Firehair cheered. "Keep the focus!"
She was already at her limits due to exhaustion, so she depended on Marshall a lot in those final moments. Her face turned sweaty, and her hand, holding his, turned slippery. But then she felt his grip tighten on her hand.
"What are y—"
Before Firehair could finish speaking, Marshall also raised his other hand alone and shot a blast of cosmic flames through that as well. Now it felt draining, but he just trusted his instincts that he'd honed over a hundred million years.
CRACK!
As soon as the new beam of fire struck, a loud crack echoed.
"It worked!" Firehair noticed the crack in Celestial's helmet and quickly ordered Agamotto, Ghost Rider, and Moon Knight to make a move and put the Celestial to sleep. They couldn't kill it, so subduing it was the best option. It wasn't at its full power, so they were lucky they were even able to stand before it.
Agamotto used his spells quickly, and the magic started to work. The Celestial stopped moving after a while. After that, a few more spells were placed for good measure. Moon Knight also added some.
Back in the air, panting, Firehair looked at Marshall. "Why did you do that? Losing all the cosmic flames can be fatal to the body."
Marshall shrugged. "Thought it'd look cool."
"..."
Speechless, Firehair took a deep breath to control that burning flame of rage inside her. She loved fighting and destruction, but she had failed once with Marshall. She didn't want to do that twice.
"You can release my hand now, Marshall."
"Nope." Marshall grinned and raised their clasped fists high between their bodies. "Since we survived—"
There was no blush on Firehair's face. There was no shame either. She hadn't done it in many, many years as well. She looked left and right, her eyes showing the slowly rising mischief. She was not a woman from modern times but a woman from that era. She did what she liked without a second thought.
Firehair looked at the subdued Celestial. Then at the other members of the team.
"Since we have won…" Firehair closed the gap between their bodies, both hovering midair. She raised her long, gorgeous legs, and latched them around his waist, and wrapped her one free arm around his neck. "Take me—"
"I know a place."
Right as Marshall freed her other hand, he felt both her arms squeeze around his neck and her soft, delicious, malleable lips smothered his lips. Both his hands instinctively went to grip her bottom, and with that, he launched himself flying in a certain direction.
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What a convenient thing flying was.
Midair, Firehair clung to his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, his hands on her athletic, round, shapely ass, kneading them with lust uncontrolled, while their lips smothered each other.
She actually tasted like fire, so warm. Her tongue was slippery and alive like a flickering blaze, dancing, tangling, fighting his in a messy battle for dominance. She felt unrestrained, and so was he, both completely lost in the heat of the moment.
Her lips clung to his, sucking them, chewing them, biting down like a starving beast. When he groaned into her, she bit his tongue with a giggle, then pulled back, leaving his lips bruised and wet. Her laughter crackled like delicate sparks, wild and feral.
Marshall growled and tightened his grip, flying them with a powerful gust. His hands slid to her hips, and with zero ceremony, he ripped the furry loincloth-like skirt off her body in one brutal tug. The fabric tore like paper, fluttering away in the wind as her hips, thighs, and dripping heat were laid bare.
His cock ached against the confines of his animal-hide pants, twitching like a caged beast. But he wasn’t done unwrapping her.
With one hand slipping beneath her furred cape, he grabbed the back of her makeshift bra, just two thin, stretched pieces of fur bound across her chest, and shredded it with a snarl. The last bit of modesty fell away, and now, she was gloriously naked, save for the tattered cape that fluttered behind her like the wings of a goddess of war.
She was a vision carved by chaos and desire. Her body was hardened by survival but kissed by beauty. Slender and toned, her muscles lithe and coiled under soft, pale skin that shimmered with sweat and firelight. Her breasts were firm, high, and full; perfect handfuls begging to be worshiped. Her waist dipped in delicately, a narrow, sensual curve above the flare of her smooth hips. Her thighs were thick with strength, their plush outer layer hiding the lethal power beneath. Thighs that could crush a man’s head and make him beg for it.
Marshall’s rough palms explored her with greed. He touched her like he needed to memorize every inch, making sure she was real. One hand gripped her bare ass so tight the flesh spilled between his fingers, and he yanked her forward, grinding her wet heat right against the thick flesh rod straining beneath his pants.
“You animal,” she grumbled into his mouth, kissing him again. Only this time, with fire.
She answered his roughness in kind. Her hands ignited into flame for just a second, and every stitch of his clothing burned to ash, scattered into the winds. His skin was left steaming, untouched by the fire, but utterly bare. Unlike her, he didn’t even have a cape to hide behind.
At last, flesh against flesh. Skin against skin. They clung to each other mid-air like predators tangled in heat.
Her breasts mashed into his chest, nipples pebbling at the press of his solid warmth. The soft give of her flesh teased every nerve in his. He wanted to dive in, mouth to tits, tongue to nipple, but he held back, letting their kiss linger instead.
She was the one who teased now. Her legs stayed wrapped tight around his waist, and she ground her moist cunt against his cock. The wet folds of her pussy glided along his length, dragging across his shaft in hot, squishy strokes that made him groan deep in his chest. Her pubic hair, fiery red like her mane, brushed and tickled him mercilessly.
“Is that it? Is that what you want? You mad man?” she whispered, panting against his cheek.
Marshall growled, hand sliding up to the nape of her neck. His fingers curled into her scalp, not yanking her hair, but gripping it from the roots, forcing her face upward. He leaned in and dragged his tongue from her chin to her lips, tasting her sweat, her fire, her need.
“And who’s the one drooling down there? Not me.”
Pa!
His other hand came down hard on her ass, a slap echoing through the air.
She gasped, her body jolting. A red handprint bloomed across her pale asscheek, hot and perfect. Her eyes gleamed in response.
She winced with a breathy gasp, then chuckled like a demoness in heat and bit his lip again.
This time, she didn't stop, she marked him. Lips, tongue, chin, teeth. Her mouth left blooming welts and love bites all over him, a trail of pain and pleasure and spit, as if claiming him inch by inch.
Wooosh!
Before they knew it, Marshall had flown into his cave on the cliff of a mountain, where the future South African peak Mafadi would be. He flew straight through the large custom window opening he had made, entering his room.
Bam! Bam!
Right then, loud steps echoed.
"Stay out there, Marty! I'm having some me-time!"
Warning off the T-Rex, Marshall landed straight on the soft bedding on a raised stone platform. His bed, that he always made big in the hopes of welcoming a lady someday again. His wish had come true in the form of that hot, fiery redhead. Her lips were like a vacuum seal, never leaving his mouth even as he pressed her down under him on the bed.
He loomed above her, his weight pressing down like the mountain they’d just landed on.
Firehair's legs remained locked tight behind his back, refusing to let him go, grinding herself against him as if she'd fused their bodies together. Her lips crashed against his with relentless hunger. Each kiss was a bruising battle of teeth and tongue. She devoured his mouth like a cat in heat.
"Come on." Marshall pulled his lips back and stopped pressing her under his weight. "Let me taste you now."
"What do yo—"
Before she could finish, he pivoted on her body, shifting weight and motion like a predator rearranging its prey.
In one fluid motion, he swung around, planting his knees firmly on either side of her face, his heavy cock and balls now dangling directly over her flushed pouting lips.
The shift made her gasp, both from surprise and the view.
"Hah! Since you said I’m an animal…" Marshall smirked, looking down the gorgeous length of her flushed, naked body. "Then let’s be fucking animals."
And like a caveman finally unleashed, he grabbed both her legs around the knees and pulled them upward, folding her like a jungle cat. She was nimble, powerful, and built like a savage huntress, but that flexibility only meant he could mold her as he pleased. He didn’t stop until her knees were bent fully back, feet pressed down beside her head, trapping her between his thighs and her own.
“Ahhh—” She let out a mix of moan and yelp, her voice high and needy as her body stretched deep. Her entire core opened up for him, pussy spread lewdly beneath the tight fold. Every twitch of her folds, every wet spasm of anticipation, was on display for his starving eyes.
And above her face, his cock hovered. Thick, heavy, flushed with need. It throbbed once, casting a drop of precum right onto her mouth.
Marshall let out a deep, amused chuckle, still gripping the backs of her knees in that strange sixty-nine position he had in his head where he was on top, folding her. As he leaned forward towards her pussy, his weight pressed down harder, folding her nearly in half beneath him.
Her spine curved beautifully under the tension, her ass slightly lifted from the bed, and her dripping pussy spread wide open right in front of his face, every twitch of her folds on full display from the stretch. Beneath him, his cock had already sunk deep into the furnace of her mouth, the heat of her throat maddening.
I keep forgetting she's not a modern woman.
Lowering his face with a groan, he summoned a lick of flame between his fingers; not to harm her, but to tame her wildness. The fire kissed her mound, burning her red bush away to the base with surgical, searing precision.
Firehair felt the heat flare across her skin but didn’t flinch. Instead, she smirked against his cock, understanding his intent. She saw how smooth he was down there, how every inch of his girth was bare and clean. And now, so was she.
"Fuck, I almost forgot how beautiful women are down here!" He grunted, his voice guttural, half-crazed.
Firehair had never done this before, never even imagined it. But now, with her body contorted, stretched, his balls literally sitting on her face while her body was folded in half, and her mouth filled with his cock, she was beyond thrilled.
It hurt, a little, the stretch in her thighs, the ache in her throat—but it only excited her more. This wasn’t sex. This was something primal, something ancient. This was fucking like the gods must have fucked, when the earth was still fire and wind and hunger.
She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, slowly at first, letting herself adjust. But his size was maddening. Thick veins ridged along the shaft, twitching at every flick of her tongue. Her mouth opened wider, sloppier, moaning with her throat while her lips hugged him greedily. Her saliva overflowed, dripping down her lips, cheeks, and neck as she took him deeper, her throat loosening more with each thrust.
She wanted to drown in this. She needed to.
Slurp!
Above her, Marshall lowered his face at last. His tongue speared into her folds like a blade of fire. No teasing. No mercy. He licked with feral intent, a man denied for God knows how long—ramming his tongue into her hot cunt with a growl.
Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, twitching and wet under the violent worship of his mouth. Her stretched thighs shook. She moaned around his cock, mouth sealed tight as she suckled with savage, messy hunger. Her tongue curled and danced around his shaft, her throat working to milk him even as he pulsed deeper inside her mouth.
Above, Marshall felt it all. Her plump lips locked around his cock, her muffled cries vibrating through his shaft, her folds weeping into his mouth.
His hands pushed her legs harder, folding her deeper, burying her under his weight as he fucked her face with his cock and devoured her cunt at the same time.
“Mmmmmmmh!”
She was loud. He was rough. The cave echoed with wet, filthy sounds of lust.
He moaned against her cunt, just the taste of her made his cock jerk between her lips below. Fuck, he hadn’t eaten pussy in millions of years, and this one... this one was perfection.
He buried his face between her folded legs, plunging his tongue straight into her drooling slit, lips locking around her folds like he was starving. He rammed that tongue deep, swirling and stabbing inside her like he meant to tongue the orgasm out of her soul.
His nose mashed into her clit without intention, but the way she bucked underneath him, he knew he struck something right. He suckled those slick petals like ripe fruit, groaning at how wet, how sweet, how filthy she tasted. He didn’t care, he was a caveman at that moment.
Below, the tight heat of her throat was heaven in its own right. Marshall glanced down at her as he thrust in slow, controlled pulses, just enough to feel her throat ripple and milk him every time he pushed deeper.
His mind buzzed in overdrive, one hole swallowing him, the other being devoured by him. He was sandwiched in pure ecstasy, his body humming like a storm trapped in flesh.
“Ummmmmh… Ngh!”
Firehair clung to his ass, arms wrapped tight, refusing to let him go. She fought to bob her head despite being pinned beneath his weight, swallowing him to the hilt again and again. The way her throat clenched around him was inhuman. She was moaning around him, the vibrations traveling straight up his shaft and hammering into his core. Her tongue never stopped, sliding along his veins, flicking under the crown, suckling him like she needed every drop he had to offer.
That tension built fast. Too fast. He was groaning into her slit, hips beginning to jerk with each thrust into her mouth.
Firehair’s body gave out first. Her legs trembled, spine bending, and then her waist arched clean off the bed, pussy smashing against his face as she came.
“Ooohhmmmm!” A feral cry escaped her stuffed throat as her juices flooded out. Her body spasmed uncontrollably under his weight.
And that sent him over. His cock twitched violently, then erupted deep in her throat.
Wave after wave of hot, sticky cream splattered inside her that hot, fiery, redheaded goddess, coating her throat in his seed. She swallowed instinctively, like a good little beast, taking it all, gulping him down even as more poured in.
He couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. Every pulse was a shot of pure, explosive bliss.
It was a fucking mess. Her face dripped, her thighs wet and glistening, her pussy still twitching around nothing as she panted in shock. But they didn’t waste it.
Like animals, they licked each other clean, greedy for every drop.
But Marshall wasn’t done. Not even close. Before his cock could so much as think about going soft, Marshall moved—quick, urgent.
He slipped from her face, crawling down like a man reclaiming his prize. He dropped between her legs, still soaked and trembling, and crouched low, balanced on his toes.
"Time for the main course—God, I fucking love women," he growled, eyes drinking in the view of her wrecked, wanton body, her red hair sprinkled around her in sweat.
Almost a hundred million years without the touch of a woman, and this, this was why he endured. The curves, the heat, the scent, the soul of them, he worshiped it all. Big or small, dark or light, sweet or savage; women were divine.
He shoved his hands under her thighs and pushed them up and wide, spreading her completely open. Her ass lifted, presenting that glistening, drooling hole like an offering. He adjusted his stance, feet braced beside her bending hips, squatting higher above her with his cock throbbing in hand, dripping slick and saliva.
“Let’s be… fucking animals!”
With a filthy groan, he slapped the heavy length of his shaft against her weeping cunt. That wet, swollen entrance was everything he craved. The sound alone, a wet slap of flesh-on-flesh, that needy squelch, made him hiss in pleasure.
His cock throbbed against her folds, already parting them. Unlike with Gaea, this time, he was wide awake, fully present, and ready to lose his mind.
“Fuuu—ck! I didn’t think… you’d stretch me this… much!” Firehair gasped, her voice broken and breathless as she raised her head to look down between her legs.
Her thighs were pressed high beside her breasts and wide, held apart like a prize caught in the jaws of a beast. His cock, that thick monster, was halfway inside her, and it already felt like too much. She had never taken anyone this deep before. Never in that position.
Her whole body trembled from the stretch, from the brutal honesty of how filled she was. But she didn’t want him to stop. It felt insane. He was a hard wooden trunk between her legs, and she was burning for more.
“I… love… this!” Marshall roared, then rammed his hips forward and bottomed out with a savage, flesh-clapping thrust that rattled through both their bones.
“Aaaaaah! Yes!”
His cock disappeared inside her completely, balls slapping hard against her ass. The heat, the squeeze, the unreal wetness around him, it broke something in him. He growled and fucked her like a man lost to instinct. No rhythm. No mercy. Just pure, feral hunger as he stared at her body jolt and her face change expressions.
Her walls stretched to keep him, to hold him, twitching and sucking at his length like her cunt had its own mind.
He watched as her tits bounced with every thrust, slapped her thighs apart wider, and pounded into her again, and again, and again. He fucked her downward as he kept her thighs pressed up and wide. With her ass raised high naturally, each plunge went deeper and echoed louder.
“Marshall—ah! Gods! Fuck!” she screamed, slapping his chest wildly as she rocked against him, as if trying to match his madness.
With a beastly groan, his hands gripped her tits, rough and possessive, and she moaned as he pulled and squeezed them like he owned them. Her love hole was getting destroyed in the most carnal way, her pussy lips stretched along each time he pulled out and then slammed back in with a thick, wet squelch.
She swore she could feel every vein, every twitch of that cock ravaging her insides. Her ass bounced with every thrust, cheeks rippling from the recoil, as her walls soaked everything in sticky nectar. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, she only felt. And she loved it.
He pounded in with such force that dared the mountain itself to crack. The stone bed held firm under the soft bedding, but the sounds, the wet clapping, the squelching, and the moans, echoed wild across the walls of his cave.
Plap! Plap!
“Ohohooooooh! You… fucking… animal!”
He grinned as his pace became brutal, reckless, almost punishing. He growled her name between his teeth, muttering curses and praises, drunk on the grip of her soaked cunt like it were the tightest glove and the raw heat of her body. She was tight, so tight, and that raw squeeze milked him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.
And then—she came.
Her back arched, her whole body curling like it’d been struck by lightning. A wave of heat burst from her, soaking his cock as she cried out with a strangled scream. “Ahhhh! Fucccc--"
Her pussy gushed hard around him, kneading him desperately, clamping so tight it forced his cock to throb in a warning. Her legs twitched violently, her breath ragged and broken, her whole body jolting with aftershocks. No man had ever fucked her like this. Not even close.
“Ugh… I’m gonna… that’s it! Fuck!” Marshall snarled and then erupted inside her, pouring all his weight into his hands pushing her thighs high, and his cock striking deepest he could.
His cock twitched hard and shot burst after hot, thick burst of batter into her molten core. It was hotter than her mouth, wilder. His seed splashed inside her in messy waves, filling her, overflowing her.
Plap!
“Ooooh—Yes!”
He slammed into her one last time with his whole body weight, forcing a deep, nasty squelch as his embalming juice churned inside her soaked cunt. It was a mess. A filthy, glorious, soaked-to-the-walls kind of mess. Virility, pregnancy, procreation, those thoughts never crossed their minds.
Shaking, groaning, and completely high off the moment, he collapsed. Cock still buried deep inside Firehair, he let go of her legs and dropped onto her sweat-slicked body, cock still twitching inside that wrecked, creamy pussy he never wanted to pull out again.
Like a man cherishing his prize, he licked her tits, mouth greedy and slow, suckling those sensitive buds like he hadn’t just fucked her senseless.
Then he slid up and kissed her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth, hard. Their tongues tangled again, tasting each other, moaning between kisses.
And as her walls spasmed one last time, his cock throbbed again inside her, still soaked, still hard.
"Let's grab something to eat and go at it again." He suggested, hoping that she wasn't planning to smash and dash.
"Well, since we are acting like animals… let's do that."
Hah! This is it! This is fucking life!
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Odin woke up from unconsciousness. He had been battered hard in the battle against the fallen Celestial. His hammer had betrayed him. He had lost all hope of survival, but apparently, he was alive and they had also won.
“You’re awake.”
“Mosi?” Odin looked at the Black Panther, and then at the others. Agamotto, Iron Fist, Starbrand, Ghost Rider, and Moon Knight were all there. But the woman, the one he had been trying so hard to court for so long, was missing. “Where is Firehair? What happened to her?”
Iron First, Fan Fei, scoffed, her thin brows high in amusement. She was combing her insanely long single braid of black hair. “She flew away with her lover.”
“Insanity! I’m her lover!”
Ghost Rider, sitting atop the mammal, growled, as if laughing and mocking the ancient God, still young. “Your self-declaration does not make you her lover. Her lover is like her, kissed by fire, he flies.”
“They did fly away. Firehair was kissing him the whole time,” Fan Fei added as if hoping to see Odin’s reaction.
Ting!
Mjolnir fell from Odin’s hands again. Having already planned on marrying the beautiful woman no less charming than a goddess, the host of the ancient Phoenix Force. He had even thought of the name of their firstborn—Thor, it was.
“Where… In which direction did they fly?”
Fan Fei, Agamotto, Black Panther, Ghost Rider, Moon Knight, and Starbrand, all pointed their fingers in one direction. None of them wanted any part in that love triangle.
“I shall see for myself—What makes a man worthy of my Phoenix!”
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Coming Up Next: A time-skip and Marshall and Marty’s adventures through the Empires of humanity. And Eternals appear.
Comments
MrPlotThickens
400 Ka-jillion billion! XD Honestly, I write a story for as long as I feel I can make it interesting. Once I feel I have nothing more to tell, I end it instead of dragging it on.
MimicReads
How much $$ to make this into 200 chaps
MimicReads
Ty
Mark
I have to wonder could Marshall and Firehair be Jean grey ancestors as they are fan theories that firehair and Jean are somehow related to each other and it would be interesting to see what other marvel characters could be related to Marshall by the time of the modern day.
OrganicMeat(2.0)
“Sniff goddamnit your a fucking T-Rex your supposed to be a hunter sniff her damn pussy and lead me to her.” Like WHAT BRO!?
