Her emerald eyes widened just as he rammed home one last brutal time. Her throat clamped around his cock as it throbbed and erupted deep inside her.
She gagged, eyes rolling, as hot, white ropes blasted straight into her stomach. It was too much, too deep. It felt like molten lava flooding her insides, endless. Her nose flared, cum threatening to spurt out through it, sticky heat leaking out the corners of her lips. Her throat convulsed around him in instinctive swallows, trying to obey even as she choked.
"Mmmhhggkkhh!"
Spurt after spurt pumped into her until it leaked back, froth of white spilling from her stretched lips and coating her chin.
Marshall held her head there, groaning like an animal, savoring the obscene sight of her messy, flushed face, forced to take it all.
"Sweet suffering fuck… that was nasty," Marshall muttered as his cock slid free, watching those shiny spit-webs cling to her lips. "Clean yourself up, we're clocking into Lust next."
Panting, Sersi did just that.
She used whatever powers she had to completely wipe her mouth and lips clean, removing any trace of his cum. But her eyes were still red and watery, her dark mascara smudged.
"H-Humans… are this… brutal?" Sersi asked.
"No," Marshall replied. "Worse, actually. What I'm doing is controlled, aware. What they do is… mindless. Now, to Lust. Remove all them clothes."
Marshall led by example and removed every single piece of cloth on his body, revealing his chest with masculine hair. He let his wrist guards remain, though. His cock was still hard, glistening with her spit, a fat vein throbbing along the shaft as a single drop of cum dangled from the tip.
Sersi hesitated for only a moment. With a casual snap, her green attire dissolved into sparkling light, leaving her standing bare and perfect in the cold light of the bridge.
"Tight!" Marshall grunted at the stunning sight.
She may be boring, but her body wasn't. While not thick and curvy like Ajak, or tall and built like a war goddess, Thena, Sersi had a homely shape, like a man's first love.
Her hips flared just enough to make his hands itch to grab them, smooth and soft, tapering into the neat, perfect mound between her thighs. Her breasts were the kind that begged to be suckled, perfect, perky handfuls, full and round, swaying slightly as she breathed. The dusky nipples were already hard and begging for a mouth. Her stomach was flat and toned, the kind of belly you'd want to drag your tongue over just to see her shiver.
Every inch of her pale skin seemed to glow like polished marble, flawless. Her long, dark hair spilled down over one shoulder, framing her naked body like some perfect painting brought to life.
Marshall's cock twitched at the sight.
Before Sersi could react, Marshall stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer with sudden force.
"Oh?!" Sersi exclaimed at the sudden movement.
Marshall swopped in, crouched, threw both his arms between her legs, and just yanked them up and wide, lifting her slender body in the air like she was nothing, a toy for his use, while he stood tall and mighty. Her legs dangled off the side of his shoulders while her ass dipped down. Her arms automatically hugged his neck.
"Lust means exactly what it says. It's that shameless itch in my pants. I feel it, I'm not even pretending I can leash it. Lust isn't evil; it's survival. But when it's foaming at the mouth, like right now, it's a goddamn problem," Marshall barked and let her drop.
His cock jammed into her soaked, greedy heat, prying her open like a crowbar.
"Feel that, my rabid lust tearing into you. Admit it, you're just as wrecked, you want it, you want it deeper, harder, until you're split wide and ruined in the best way."
"Aaaah!"
Her breath caught, and she clenched against the ache.
The stretch tore at her, raw and real, and she almost pulled away. Almost. He was too much, bigger than anyone she had ever taken before, pushing past what she thought she could bear. It stung, but she held on, because she wanted to know how it felt to be human. Wanted to let him in, even if he was breaking her apart.
"Yeah, feel that? You're just dangling like a broken doll while I cram this fat cock into you. Fuck, it's choking me out! Let me in, Sersi, let me pour every rotten drop of lust I've got and ram it so deep it echoes!" Marshall growled, hefting her up with ease and dropping her again, his grip ironclad.
"Oooooh!" Sersi arched her back, letting out a shaky moan, her body tensing as he pushed into her, deeper than she thought she could take.
Every inch scraped and pulsed inside her, filling her so wide it almost hurt. Her cunt felt wrecked, stretched raw, but she didn't stop him. This was human, real, heavy, and alive inside her. She trembled, torn between shame and need, her lips parted as she whispered, "It's… so much!"
"Well, congratulations, sweetheart, that's a human cock all right," Marshall muttered, then rammed into her like a jackhammer. He bounced her like a ragdoll, legs flailing, ass slapping against his thighs while her snug cunt clamped down like it wanted to steal his soul. "Now… time for the damn sin of Envy."
"Oh… yessss~" She literally sang.
It was her nature. She loved humans, wanted to protect them, and understand them more deeply. She felt sympathy for them, and now, she felt a human inside her in the most intimate way. She could see why Ajak and Thena did it. It was… enlightening.
"You actually tied the knot with that bastard, huh?" Marshall frowned all of a sudden, staring at her face like she'd taken something from him. "How the hell could you? I should've been the first one balls-deep in you. I feel… green with envy… goddamn it!"
Sersi's eyes widened in shock, Ikaris coming to her mind. She felt it, through Marshall, what envy would have felt like. His expression looked as if he was hurt by her choice. And being a radical empath, she felt saddened and wrapped her arms around his head.
"Oooooh… I… forgive me!"
"Envy can be anything, lack of quality, skill, possession, or desires," Marshall explained, continuing that unrelenting pumping. His aim was just one. "Now kiss me... Show me you're mine so I don't rot in this filthy envy."
"Oh… You poor thing," Sersi moaned, feeling him hit deep in her. Being an absurdly emotional Eternal, with her even more absurd love for humans, lines blurred for her. No longer a lesson, she felt it was all real. "Take me however you want. I'll let you… I'm yours."
What? Nutjob, really.
Marshall was just acting like a good teacher. He genuinely was teaching her about the seven sins. While it felt like a game, he was enjoying it, talking like some sort of god. But he had to say, she was a very pretty and snug nutjob.
"Ungh… I'll do that… fuck! Oh, Sersi, you… Ummmmh!"
Sersi did as promised and kissed him with so much passion that even Marshall started melting. While he hauled her up and down on his cock, slamming her into soreness, she shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. She tangled it there, careless of spit, of dirt, of shame. Her eyes shut tight, she let herself fall, handed him the reins, a wild surrender to his mortal craving.
"Mmmmh…"
Marshall's head tipped back as he hauled her down again, and this time he let a raw groan tear out of him. "Ffffuuuck—"
She was too damn tight; every drop-down felt like trying to shove a tree trunk into a vice. He could feel every ridge, every squeeze, her slick walls dragging and clinging, milking him like they had a mind of their own. Each time he bottomed out, her belly rippled with the force, her hips smacked wetly against his, and he swore he felt her heat swallow his cock deeper.
His thighs flexed, his grip bruising, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing like wet applause through the ship's empty halls.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Jesus… I'm right there… I'm about to spray your pussy like a busted fire hydrant. That son of a bitch will know I branded you with my goddamn signature!"
Marshall's roar was guttural, feral, tearing from deep in his chest as he bottomed out and held her there, impaled to the root. His cock pulsed like a living thing, then exploded.
Splrrrt! Splrrrch! Shlk!
The first pump hit her alien womb like a thrown fist, hot and thick, gushing straight into her core. The next followed so fast she swore she could hear it, wet bubbles popping where their bodies were sealed together. It spilled out around him in frothy rivulets, warm cream leaking down her thighs in sticky trails, dripping onto the floor beneath them.
Marshall didn't even let her breathe between blasts. His hips jerked, driving himself deeper each time, as if trying to paint the very back of her soul white. "Take it all… every filthy drop…"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssss~!" Sersi cried out like she was summoning fire. "Yours… all yours, I'm… break me, fill me, give it all to me… whatever you want… oh… love!"
Marshall stared at her curiously for a moment but didn't stop, feeling that creampie flow. But he wasn't done yet. Three more sins were left.
"Now, for the Gluttony part," Marshall growled, ramming her down again like he was trying to break her. He blinked, actually shocked she hadn't come once. "This ain't about stuffing your face with cake. It's about stuffing you stupid. I'm not stopping till you're dripping with so much of my cream they'll need a mop and a priest."
Sersi's eyes rolled up, her lips parted with a low cry as she reached her limit. She was sore in the heat of her flesh, every nerve so tender that the faintest pulse of his cock made her shake. But this human, she felt his emotions; she wanted him to feel loved. "Yes… please."
"Now… Wrath!"
"Oh!"
Marshall suddenly moved, pulled her for his cock, and put her down on the alien spaceship's dark floor. He watched her submissive face and just felt his cock near explode. But he had something in mind, and quickly made her turn on her hands and knees.
"Wrath is anger, but it comes in types, shapes, and forms." Marshall slid in behind her, nice and slow, until he bottomed out with a wet little pop. "Sometimes you fuck with such reckless fire it's wrath giving you the middle finger."
"Ooooh!" Sersi gasped as he drove into her so deep it rattled her bones, a storm tearing through her veins, her skin alive with goosebumps. She didn't just feel his body but the surge of his fury and lust tangled together, and it ripped her wide open inside.
Her spine bent, hips straining higher. "Mmmmh… I feel… it… Ah!"
Then came the sound, wet, slapping as he started pounding her without mercy. Each withdrawal made her pussy suck greedily at his girth, a filthy, sucking that only made him drive in harder.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Mmmmh!" she cried, her arms quivering under her, until Marshall suddenly grasped her hair and yanked.
"This is wrath, rough, dirty, filthy, yet intensely hot!" Marshall claimed and rammed her like he wanted to bruise her, wanted her crawling, limping, cursing his name for days, stretched so wide she'd swear no man ever fit the way he did. He glared at the hypnotic bounce of her asscheeks, every slam a thunderclap in a swamp of sin.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Each thrust she received knocked the air out of her lungs. His hand twisted her hair with a punishing grip that only fed her hunger. Her tongue wagged helplessly as raw moans poured. "Mmmmh… yes, yes, yes… So… human… I love… humans!"
"..."
"And Sloth… apathy… like I'm about to bust in you for the second time. No pity, no goddamn conscience, not even a half-assed apology. I grab, I keep, I wreck. The world can choke on it."
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