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Earth,
Marshall wasn't happy. The Eternals had split up due to their goddamn ideological reasons about how to deal with humans. Like they had a fucking say in it without his permission. He was the sole ruler of Earth when it came to deciding all the alien business.
Now, while they looked like humans, their pussies tasted and felt like humans, he knew they were aliens.
Ugh, not again.
Marshall grunted when he entered the massive spaceship that the Eternals had hidden under a mountain in Germany. It didn't even have half of its dwellers anymore and felt more like an abandoned mine.
"There goes my fun time."
He planned to spend a few days and nights with Ajak and Thena, maybe convince them to have a threesome. But his rotten luck, the two women had left to do god knows what for god knows how long.
Finally, he crossed the automatic door and entered the bridge of the ship, the main area where all the controls and the computers were. It was mostly dark with alien tech, and in the middle was a large black stone table, used for meetings or whatnot.
But the ship wasn't completely empty, it appeared. He noticed someone at one of the control panels, using the holographic display to watch some videos. She was dressed in her usual green attire—green leggings and a green blouse, skin-tight. Her hair was the usual, dark, silky, chest-length, and parted in the middle.
Marshall was never interested in Sersi; he found her boring. But still, she was pretty, no doubt about that.
"What are you doing?" He asked, walking over to her, realising that she was looking at London, its streets chaotic. "Snooping?"
"W-What? No, no, First Man." Sersi seemingly woke up from a daze and straightened her back. "I'm just… watching them. Trying to understand them and their ways."
Marshall scowled, arms folded as he watched the screen. "What's to understand? These jackasses are brain-dead apes with shoes, not much changed in a million years. Just fancy clothes and gadgets."
"That isn't true!" Sersi rose to her feet, her tone sharper now. "I've watched them, paid attention. They move me. Their feelings, their moments of sorrow and hope. It's unlike anything else."
What a nutjob. Even I'm more sane than that.
Marshall scratched his beard lazily."And? Ain't that bloody simple? You get smacked in the face, you bawl like a baby. You win some damn lottery, you scream like a drunk sailor. Simple crap. Nothing Shakespearean about it. Humans are far more simple than you think. Once you know a few core values of them, you've cracked the code."
Sersi shook her head, staring at the screen again. "It can't be that simple."
"It is," Marshall said, and a fun idea rose in his head. "Do you know about the seven deadly sins?"
"I do."
"Fine, let's crank this circus up. I'll enact every single one of those filthy sins and inflict them on you. You'll take them, then try flinging them back at me the same way. By the end, you'll get every rotten ape walking this planet."
Sersi frowned, rubbing her chin. She wasn't dense; she knew where this would go. She'd seen him intimate with Ajak or Thena plenty of times. It didn't bother her at all. She rather liked it, knowing the two were getting to understand humanity so closely. Marshall was the First Man, after all. In a way, the first ever human.
"Very well, I understand. You're humanity's guide, after all. No one would know them better than you."
Seriously? Marshall was a little surprised. That was… easy.
"Great. But listen up, sugarplum, once we dive in, you're strapped to this train wreck till the ugly-ass finale," he warned.
Sersi just nodded.
"Alright, the very first sin is Pride," Marshall grunted, wrestling with his trousers before yanking them down, flashing his half-hard, angry meat stick. "It's basically jerking off to your own greatness, your fake crown, your imaginary muscles. Now, if I slam you to your knees and…"
Before she could answer, he grabbed Sersi by the silky strands of her hair and pushed her down.
She hit her knees, startled, but there was no time to protest. His cock was already shoving past her lips.
"Mmhhgkk—!"
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't slow. Marshall rammed it home, driving his half-hard shaft down her throat until her nose mashed against his pubes. He held her there, grinding her face against his groin, letting her smell his sweat and feel every twitch.
Her emerald eyes went wide, hands instinctively flying to his hips, but she didn't push him away.
"I do this 'cause I goddamn feel like it, 'cause I'm the First Man, or so I keep telling myself," Marshall blabbered, knowing it's pure horseshit. "And you, First Man's woman, think you can choke down the First Man like it's your holy duty. You gag, you tear up, but hell, you won't quit. That pathetic pride of yours won't let you."
He was right. Her pride screamed to pull away. But some deeper part of her, some immortal instinct, refused. Instead, she moaned, a low, wet hum that vibrated along his length.
"Shit, that mouth of yours is working overtime! Now choke it down harder!" Marshall barked, cock stiff as hell, buried to the hilt in her throat, savoring the spasms. "I cough up these words only thanks to my rotten… pride in… authority."
Gluk!
Sersi choked up; it was too much. His cock was thick, too thick, bulging, throbbing hard, stuck like a thick meat stick in her throat, stretching her jaw to the limit.
"Show me your damn pride, Sersi. Gag on it, choke like a champ, suck till your skull rattles and your eyes slam shut. Wear that mess like a badge of honor."
Sersi obeyed. She pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, then plunged herself forward again, hard. Her nose buried itself into his groin with a wet smack, his cock disappearing down her throat.
"Mmmhhuuukk!" she gagged, tears springing to her eyes, mascara streaking instantly.
But she didn't stop. She pulled back, strings of spit stretching from her lips to his shaft, then slammed her face forward again, her throat clutching around him with a wet, sucking squelch.
Marshall's toes curled.
His jaw clenched as he felt every inch of it. Her throat wasn't just taking him, it was shaping him, curving him, bending him along its tight, wet path. Each swallow wrung him out like a fist made of silk, massaging his length.
"Now, princess…" Marshall clamps both hands on her skull like he was cracking open a stubborn jar lid.
"Greed. That's sin number two. Ain't gotta be gold or crowns. I'm greedy for the warmth of your throat, greedy to stay buried inside till time itself forgets me. And you? Your greedy ass just wants to guzzle me down like some fucked-up smoothie."
He pulled her head in until his balls smacked her chin.
Gluk! Glkhhh! Shllkk!
Sersi gagged, drooled, but her tongue kept moving, licking along his base even as her throat tried to cope. Spit poured from her lips, frothing white as she bobbed faster, her own hands clutching his thighs for leverage. Her moans turned into sloppy, wet hums each time his tip battered her tonsils.
"Umphhh! Oohmmm! Ummm!"
His cock bulged visibly in her throat with each thrust, a thick outline that rose and fell as he fucked her face raw.
Her face was a mess. Her green eyes were glassy and wet, streaks of mascara cutting down her cheeks like black rivers. Her lipstick smeared all over his shaft, her chin glistened with spit, and a string of drool hung from her lower lip down to her chest. Rain of saliva dotted her clothes, soaking the fabric over her tits.
Marshall snarled, thrusting harder, faster. His grip on her skull was iron as he rammed his hips forward, his balls slapping her slick chin, her nose crushed to his groin.
Her eyes rolled back, her throat flexing desperately around him. Yet her tongue still worked, swirling around his crown each time he pulled back, licking him clean before sucking him back in.
"Gaaaah! That's it, strangle it with your lips! Harder! I'm about to paint your insides like a crime scene, Sersi. Ungh! Choke on every last filthy drop!"
Glkhhh! Shlk–shlk! Gllllkkhh!
The room echoed with wetness, a symphony of choking gulps and slimy plunges. Spit flew in arcs, bubbles frothing at the corners of her lips as he pummeled her mouth with the same brutality he used on cunts. Her throat slurping wetly around him.
Sersi's hands dug into his thighs, knuckles white, as if holding on through a storm. Her jaw ached, her throat stretched around the monstrous intruder, but she didn't stop. Her pride wouldn't let her. If this was how humans showed pride and greed, she would take every single filthy drop.
"Arrrgh! Hell yeah, it's coming! That's my blood, sweat, and insanity, and now you're gonna gulp down my pride and greed like the good little cum guzzler you are. Swallow!" Marshall snarled, throwing his head back.
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