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Dinosia, Temple of the First Man,
Of all the ladies, Hela was the one Marshall spent most of his time with. She was his unofficial wife, after all. The first woman who had his kid, and then the second. There was also Angela, but she was who knows where with his son. The woman was still into women, but also him, and only him.
But Hela was always there for him. And that night, it was all slow and passionate. Low grunts, loud breaths, and kissable moans.
Marshall sank down onto her fully, his hips wedged tight between her trembling thighs while his cock throbbed balls-deep in the clutch of her soaked cunt.
Hela's long legs snapped around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, locking him exactly where she wanted him.
He snatched both her slender wrists in one brutal hand, yanked them high above her head, and slammed them into the pillows. He pinned the Goddess of Death under him like she was his. Their bodies fused, sweat-slick skin on skin, her supple pale breasts squished under his chest, nipples stiff and scraping with every breath.
He kissed her like a starving man. Lips crashing, teeth clashing, tongue fucking her mouth until her lips were swollen red. Then he moved, dragging that greedy mouth across her cheek, sucking hard enough to bruise, painting her perfect face with wet marks.
Down her throat he went, biting, licking, branding the graceful column until purple blooms rose. Every bite, every lick, and the scrape of his stubble left trails that made her shiver straight to her clit.
Hela smiled the whole damn time, soft and delirious. Her lips parted in pleasure while her body twisted restlessly. Her head rolled side to side, black hair spilling like ink. Her long, shuddering exhales begged for more. The sound of her pleasure bounced off the stone walls like the temple itself was getting off on it.
Slosh! Slosh!
The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding slow and deep through her dripping pussy filled the room.
Marshall fucked her with slow, soul-deep thrusts, grinding in until his cockhead kissed the mouth of her womb. Each roll of his hips was brutal, passion thick enough to choke on, love wrapped in raw lust. He gave her everything she never knew she deserved.
"Ummmmh… oh!" Hela's moan cracked open, her spine bowing off the bed as she shoved her hips up to meet him, greedy for every inch.
He was the first man, the only man she'd ever let this close. Doubt had burned away long ago; now every slow drag of his fat cock through her clutching walls screamed that surrendering to him had been the single best choice of her endless life.
Eyes squeezed shut, Hela drowned in it.
His mouth branding fire across her throat, his thick cock stretching her pussy until she felt split in half and whole at the same time. Every pounding thrust sent wet heat gushing out of her, her walls rippling and milking him in desperate waves. Her clit throbbed against his rock-hard rod, swollen and aching, while his chest hair scraped her nipples raw and perfect. She was lost in the slick, filthy heaven of being fucked like she was the only thing keeping him sane.
Then his mouth found hers again, swallowing her cries as he kissed her like he was trying to crawl inside her soul. Greedy, desperate, drowning while his cock kept that slow, grinding rhythm inside her dripping cunt. He kissed her like it hurt to stop.
The untouchable Goddess of Death finally yielded in a way she never had before. She parted those swollen crimson lips and let him in, let Marshall slide his tongue against hers like he was drinking the finest wine from her mouth.
She melted under the heat of his bare chest, the iron grip of his fingers locked around her pinned wrists, the scrape of his stubble, the wet drag of his tongue tasting every corner of her mouth. His breath was hot and raw with want; it flooded her lungs and made her dizzy. She felt small under him for the first time in millennia, and fuck, she loved it.
Her long legs tightened, heels digging hard into the small of his back. She yanked him down brutally, forcing his cock to spear even deeper, slamming past her gripping walls, throbbing.
"Oh!" She yelped in utter pleasure when his cock went so deep she felt her insides shift.
And Marshall gave it to her, exactly what she demanded. He drove in with punishing thrusts that buried every inch, balls slapping wet against her ass.
Creek! Plap! Creek!
The entire bed shuddered and screeched.
Hela's body jerked higher up the bed with the force, tits bouncing wildly. Then–
"Ahhhhh… Marr–sshall!!"
She erupted. A hoarse, loving scream ripped from her throat as her pussy convulsed around him in hard, greedy spasms, gushing slick in messy pulses that soaked his shaft, his balls. Her thighs trembled, her back arched like a bow, and tears of pure, overwhelmed bliss streaked her cheeks while she clung to him, coming apart with his name on her lips.
"Ugh… I'm close, Hela," Marshall rasped against her swollen mouth.
His fractured mind went blissfully blank; every insane thought, every screaming century, silenced by the fist-tight clutch of her pussy milking him. Her walls fluttered and squeezed like they were trying to drag his soul out through his cock, slick pouring over him, hot and scorching. He kissed her messy, desperate, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Then let me do the honors," she purred with pleasure.
Creak!
In one fluid, terrifyingly strong twist Hela flipped them. She shoved Marshall onto his back while she swung her leg over, straddling him, never letting his cock slip free from her dripping cunt. She rose above him like a queen, hair a wild black cascade down her spine, green eyes glowing in the dim. One of the only women in all the realms strong enough to manhandle an immortal madman, and she looked fucking triumphant doing it.
"Man, I'll never get bored of saying it. You're insanely hot!" Marshal blurted excitedly.
Hela giggled, confident, sex-drunk, and sank down to kiss him hard while she rolled her hips in a slow, filthy grind. Wet, creamy sounds filled the room again, louder now.
"And you… are… the only man… I'll ever cherish in such a way," she breathed against his lips, each word punctuated by the slap of her ass meeting his thighs.
It sounded like a confession, a declaration from her mouth. One she wasn't ashamed or embarrassed of.
Pa!
Marshall's wide palms cracked down on her ass in twin stinging slaps, then gripped the plush flesh hard enough to bruise even a goddess. So warm, so soft, yet burning hot inside; her cunt boiled him root to tip. He lost himself in the wet heat of her kiss, the sinful weight of her body.
But in the next moment, Hela straightened up, knees sliding wider, and dropped into a perfect squat. Heels planted flat, thighs flexing. She started riding him for real, rising until only the swollen head stretched her entrance, then slamming down until his cock punched the breath out of her lungs.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The bed creaked again, groaned like it was begging for mercy, screaming under the assault of a goddess fucking her mad immortal like the world could end tomorrow.
Marshall roared. "Ooooh! Fuck me! I'm ready to burst!"
He tried to plunge up into her, hips snapping hard, but Hela was a relentless storm.
She slammed down with terrifying strength, palms braced on his chest, nails carving into his skin. Every descent punched right into his soul, her ass smacking his thighs so hard the impact rippled through her tits and sent them bouncing like pale, obscene moons.
Creak! Creak!
Yet another bed was close to giving up in their lovemaking. Wood splintering at the joints, threatening to collapse under the fury of a goddess.
"Fuck! Fucking tight! Hela… so fucking—!"
"Oh, oh, ooohhh Marshal! Yes! Take me!"
They moaned continuously. His guttural and cracked, hers high and trembling, the sounds tangling in the air.
"Ugh! Dammit… can't hold it!" he snarled through clenched teeth.
"Neither… Can I!"
Just as Marshall erupted, so did Hela.
Hela dropped, ass flat onto his cock, hips grinding in frantic little circles, belly rolling in waves as her walls seized around him. She came with a scream that cracked mid-note, squirting hard. Hot, messy jets splashing over his abs, his balls, the ruined sheets. Her chin high as she screamed to the heavens, tits thrust out and trembling, hair whipping across her sweat-slick spine.
Marshall stared up at her, utterly fucking lost. His vision tunneled to just her, those perfect swells shaking, her throat bared, mouth open on a silent cry. He erupted with a hoarse groan. Thick, endless spurts of batter surged into her, flooding her insides, filling her so deep it leaked out around his buried shaft.
Pump after pump after pump, matching every spasm of her pussy, their climaxes crashing together in one long, perfect, devastating wave until the world blurred into oblivion.
Hela collapsed forward onto his chest, elbows framing his head, lips raining soft, shaky kisses over his jaw, his cheeks, his mouth. Trembling little pecks that tasted like tears of bliss and sex.
His hands settled on her hips, fingers sinking into warm flesh, feeling the slow ooze of his own cream seeping out around his softening cock, the mess of them both still pulsing gently inside her.
"Marshall…" Hela muttered, with a small smile. "You are the most unpredictable joy of my life."
He crushed her closer, arms banding tight, and lifted her left hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Then he froze, brows knitting.
"Wait a sec, I never put a ring on you?" he realized.
"A ring?" Hela blinked, still dazed and glowing.
"That's what married folks do. Give each other a ring." He stared at her bare fingers like they'd personally betrayed him. "Gotta change that."
"We're not married, Marshall."
"Not far from that either… You don't want the ring?"
For a few moments, there was silence. But then Hela lay flat on him, as if to hide her face. She kissed his neck, bit his earlobe, and whispered into his ear.
"I'd love to have one, Marshall."
Marshall laughed in low breaths and squeezed her into a tight hug, his cock growing hard again. The night was long, and both of them knew they had more to give each other. They were gods, after all.
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Kechak! Kechak!
"Let me make this crystal fucking clear before I start biting faces off: Shitler and me? We ain't even the same species. This isn't me 'clearing things up,' this is me pissing on his grave in advance. That pus-filled tick is out here committing mass murder with my name on the invoice. Cool, he can slurp a bucket of dicks and die purple. I never begged anybody to pray for me; you just started doing it. He did it solo. And honestly, I'm pissed now..."
Since Dinosia didn't allow journalists to enter, Marshall had to go across the water to deliver his speech. He didn't care what the world thought; he just wanted Hitler to know that the First Man didn't give a damn about him. That whatever he was doing, it was pointless.
The president was nice enough to give him the White House lawn. Not that Marshall would have asked before using it anyway. And since the media of the era were just voice recording, writing, and some pictures, it was a pretty simple deal.
"And Japan, I don't even know what's going on there. The fucker-in-charge says he's my descendant? Motherfucker, I don't recall raw-dogging his great-great-granny in a rice paddy. Pretty sure my ancient dragon dong doesn't even work on human plumbing. So listen up, anybody pulls that "divine descendant" horseshit and acts up? Dinosia will hunt them down and kill them like the cockroaches they are."
Kechak! Kechak!
The cameras flashed nonstop. President Morgan tried to come over and shake hands with him, but instead, Marshall patted the man's head like a puppy and just flew away.
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