He rammed her so hard her arms finally buckled.
Her face hit the cold floor, cheek pressed sideways, lips parted and drooling as she panted like an animal. Her ass stayed up in the air, a perfect, quivering target as Marshall let go of her hair and watched her pussy splayed around him. Every time he pulled back, her wet petals clung to him before letting him go with a wet squelch and then devouring him again when he slammed back in.
"Apathy is if…" he snarled, licking his middle finger with obscene exaggeration, then jammed it into her tight back door without warning. "If I do this."
"Aaaaaaunnnngh! D-Do it… Take me… break me, make me burn, anything you crave, I am yours…. Mmmmh… I love… humans!"
"..."
Did I break her? That thought arose in his head.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
His hips smacked against her ass with meaty, obscene slaps, each thrust rocking her forward, his middle finger working her ass in rhythm with his cock splitting her pussy open.
"Uhhhnnnn! Mmmmh!" she sobbed through her moans, her body twitching under him.
Then he saw it, her arm moving under her own body, her fingers working frantically at her clit.
Marshall chuckled, sweat dripping from his chin. He slammed harder, faster, like a machine, the sound turning obscene.
Slrk! Schlk! Plap! Shlkkk!
The chamber was filled with wet slaps and guttural noises, their bodies making a soundtrack so loud it had to be echoing down the ship's corridors. If another Eternal was anywhere nearby, they'd hear this filth and know exactly what was happening.
"Aaaaaah, yes, yes, let me come, hm? Just once… Just this time… Then you can… tear me apart if you wish. Put it there too… in my back… I'll take it for you, I crave it… oooooh!"
It was pure madness in that chamber. Filth at its peak form. Marshall was shocked by the results himself. He was just having fun, but it turned into something insane.
"Fine! Come for me, Sersi. Let it loose, spill on my fat cock. Make me choke on your filthy mess, hurry it up before I shoot my load in your guts!"
"Aaaaaahhhh!" she screamed, and then it struck.
She squirted like a fire hose, spraying the floor beneath them, soaking her own thighs, soaking his balls, soaking him. Each pulse came with a violent spasm, her entire body jerking forward like she'd been shocked, pussy convulsing around him so hard he almost lost his grip on her hips.
For a long minute, the gush kept coming, until the floor beneath them was a puddle and she was twitching helplessly, her muscles locking and releasing around his cock, her whole body limp but still riding out the aftershocks.
Marshall was right there with her. With a roar, he slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Her spasming walls milked him, coaxed him, until his balls tightened.
Then, he erupted.
Hot, sticky ropes of cum shot into her, filling her so full it mixed with her own flood and spilled back out in messy streams, running down her smooth thighs and onto the already-soaked floor. It was too much, so fucking much.
"Gaaah… fuck!" Marshall groaned and pulled out right away, falling on his ass. He watched as her pussy throbbed, that gaping hole dripping with a mix of both their culmination.
Sersi didn't move, stayed like that, face on the floor, ass high up.
Did she pass out? And what was that about loving humans?
Marshall, aware that he already had enough crazies to deal with, got up quickly and put his clothes on. Then, he scratched a message for her on the black stone table.
Hope you understand humans better now. See you around.
He wanted to suggest that she can contact him again if she needed another lesson. He did enjoy it. But something primordial, like an innate sense, warned him to just get the fuck out of there.
And he did just that.
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When Marshall fucked over Europe for running amok in Africa, and imposed tax on every country with a colony, the happiest nation was the United States of America. Because now, finally, they weren't the only ones facing the First Man's wrath.
It was the turn of the millennium as the 1900s rolled in.
Dinosia thrived and grew richer each passing day. Wealth inconceivable by the world gathered in a small nation of just a few islands. It was a utopia for all those with a little extra brain. The temple of First Man had to once again dig more underground levels to store all the newly gained riches.
Yet, the island nation remained closed shut, never opening its borders to the world. Only some diplomats and recognised traders got to go there. At times, a few remarkable young children went to study. But out of every ten who'd go to study, rarely one or two would leave.
But that couldn't be said about the world. Wars, hunger, and disease were common. Asia was crippled, the Boxer Rebellion crushed, and ancient lands turned into colonies. Not slaves officially, but not far from it. The rich grew richer, the poor grew poorer, a tale as old as time.
Empires fought each other for possession of foreign lands, like Britain and the Dutch in South Africa.
And in the United States, the same was the case, but worse was it for the man in the White House. He'd won the Spanish-American War, the Philippine-American War, and, of course, his support for big businesses, tariffs, and the gold standard. Then in 1901, a random bloke just offed the guy out of nowhere. He said it was his duty, and that was that.
However, the next guy who came to the office was a strange one. An optimist, a visionary, and more than that, crazy.
The first thing Theodore Roosevelt did after entering office was to look at why they were struggling financially. And sure enough, thirty percent was going to the First Man. Now, instead of blindly screaming injustice, Roosevelt did something new.
He was a man who had done his homework. He'd studied the First Man and knew what kind of man he was. Theodore concluded that they weren't much different. Of course, other than the difference between a god and a mortal.
"Pass a message to Dinosia. President Theodore Roosevelt of America wants to challenge the First Man to a beer-drinking competition." Theodore ordered, much to the entire Congress's dread.
In one week, the First Man himself landed on the White House lawn, holding a massive crate of bottled beer. Along with him came the huge dinosaur, the kid, and the most beautiful seven-foot-tall woman any had ever seen. They knew who she was, the First Man's woman, mother of his child.
And honestly, seeing the height difference between the First Man and the woman, every man in the White House felt their chest swell with pride. Truly, a god for a reason.
What followed was the most epic party the White House had ever held. A feast, unlike anything, food, drinks, and even the Secret Service calmed down since a literal god was there. Who had the guts to try anything?
And of course, the drinking competition.
Clank!
"Bahaha! Teddy, you walrus bastard, is that all? Use that damn fat belly!" Marshall was on his twentieth bottle while the President was on his ninth.
The staff was cheering. Young Helvar was held by his collar by Hela, as the young guy tried to drink a beer.
Thud!
But alas, a mortal couldn't compete with a god. Theodore Roosevelt fell, with a big smile on his face.
Yet, the man had no regrets, for he received what he wanted. Finally, officially, the First Man lifted the taxation he had imposed on America. Theodore Roosevelt's magic had worked. He had realised long ago that to men like the First Man, wealth and rewards didn't matter. What mattered were experiences and friendship.
And Theodore Roosevelt did just that. Earned the god's friendship.
From that drinking competition, the tale of the President who befriended a god began. A tale that would one day be written down in storybooks, turned into movies, and shows.
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1903, North Carolina,
"Dad, I wanna try it too!"
"I'll go first, then you can try," Marshall said as he prepared, feeling excited despite how pointless it was. "Today's the day, Helvar. The whole damned world shifts. Even the Dinosians haven't cracked this, but these two blokes will. I'll drag them to Dinosia after this."
"Grawwwr."
"I know, Marty. But flying on a raft is different, and this is different. This thing lets all the idiots of the world take to the skies," Marshall said, a rare moment of coherent verbal exchange. "Even Teddy's here to see."
"Uh… First Man? It's complete."
"About time!" Marshall clapped his hands and walked towards the pretty, flimsy yet impressive aircraft called the Wright Flyer. And Marshall had volunteered to fly it because… why not?
He had found the Wright Brothers by mistake while he was flying over the skies. He saw them struggle with an early design and landed to check it out. No regrets.
A pretty large crowd had gathered there. From tourists to news journalists with their large cameras. Then there was a large number of police force guarding the President.
"Let's do this!" Marshall excitedly slid into the pilot position and grabbed the elevator control. There was also a hip cradle for banking the plane, and a rudder in the back. It was a rather complex machine despite how simple it was.
In moments, the engine started to make some noise, and eventually, the propellers rotated.
Wooosh!
Then, the catapult was released. The fragile aircraft was thrust forward at speed, and Marshall controlled it without using any of his powers. He maneuvered it like a normal human and then… he was flying.
He gained height. The wind direction swayed him, and he rode it. Aerodynamics was a thing that he understood to a degree. It was like common sense. He turned the plane, realising he'd gained quite an altitude, more than what they had planned.
Maybe a trick?
He turned the crude plane towards the large audience, wanting to show the plane up close.
"Hmm?"
But right as he closed in on the people, his hawk-like eyes and T-Rex nose noticed something, or rather someone. A tall woman in the crowd, wearing a full gown, a wide hat on her head, but…
Blue skin? Kree invasion?
"Not on my damn watch!"
Wooosh!
All of a sudden, the plane started to dive down.
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Meanwhile, on the ground.
W-What? I just came to watch them fly! W-Why's he coming towards me… oh no!
Shhh~
She could hear the machine getting closer. The people around her had started to run. Like them, she turned and ran, quickly using her ability to mask her face.
"Why? Why are you chasing me?!" She cried in panic, not sure if she could take the literal god head-on.
She had feared this. But her curiosity got the better of her. Despite all her fears, she came to watch the machine fly and… now she was running for her life.
Being chased, just because she was a mutant? Wasn't she allowed to just… exist?
Raven Darkhölme gritted her teeth and tried to run as fast as she could.
But she knew there was no running from the First Man.
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A/N: This Raven is still pretty young, I'd say in her mid to late twenties. She's not the future cold and calculating Raven. This one's lonely, cautious, resourceful, impulsive, and emotionally raw. She's trying to fit in with the world, constantly traveling, and surviving.
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