He leaned his torso back, eased the iron grip on her thighs, and scooped her up in one fluid motion. Her legs dangled as he walked them both around the table to the single oversized cushioned chair. It was wide enough.
He sank down into it, letting her fold her knees on either side of his hips as she straddled him properly. His cock never left her; still thick, still hard, still buried to the root.
This time, it was Shalla-Bal's turn to dance.
She rolled her hips in slow, lazy waves at first. Back and forth, grinding her clit against his pubic bone while his still swollen cock churned lazily inside her. Soft moans spilled from her throat as her hands slid up into her hair. She could feel the thrill of his claws digging into the firm curves of her ass, guiding her to ride his flesh pole. Each drop forced another gush of their combined cream to leak out around his base.
"Oh! That—" she yelped.
For the first time, Marshall's mouth latched onto one nipple. The suction was firm, almost startling. She felt his tongue flicking over the stiff peak before he sucking it deeper, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. It felt strange at first, ticklish and electric, yet so arousing that fresh heat flooded her core. She was sopping again, walls fluttering wildly around him, so close to the edge she could taste it.
"What?!"
But then there was more.
One of his hands slid mischievously behind her. His middle finger, still slick from her juices, traced the tight pucker of her ass, circling once, teasing, before pressing steadily.
One thick inch entered her ass, slow but insistent. She clenched hard around the intrusion, almost jumped right off his lap, but his other hand clamped down on her hip, pinning her in place.
"Ooh~"
Her back arched.
Cock stretching her wide open in front, finger sinking deeper into that heat behind, mouth still latched to her breast, sending pulses of pleasure straight to her clit. It was too much. The overload crashed through her; her mind blank, her body locking up as sensation drowned every coherent thought.
This was sex. This was pleasure. This was what she had forgotten… and what she never wanted to forget again.
"Yes, yes, yes! I'm close again… I… Forgive me–eeeeh."
Marshall frowned, unaware of why she apologized. But fuck, the sound of her breaking was hot. That stoic, silver woman unraveling on his lap, crying out like this, it boiled something feral in his gut. His balls drew up tight, aching with fresh pressure. Her walls clamped down in frantic spasms around his cock, milking him mercilessly, and that was it.
Their climaxes collided.
Shalla-Bal's whole body seized, thighs clamping his hips as her pussy convulsed in violent waves. Her silver cunt gushed hard around him, creamy froth bubbling in thick spurts that drowned his shaft, then leaked out and soaked his groin.
At the same time, Marshall groaned low against her breast, cock swelling impossibly thicker before it erupted again. Heavy, molten ropes blasted deep, flooding her womb in scorching pulses. Glob after glob jetted into her with every involuntary clench of her walls.
Their juices mingled into a thick mess that dripped in slow, vile ropes, stretching in glistening strands down his balls, splattering onto the cushion.
Shalla-Bal was completely undone on his lap. Her body went limp, head leaning against his shoulder as she sat impaled, taking every womb-battering inch while aftershocks rippled through her. The sharp, musky-sweet scent of her cream filled the air.
Marshall stayed buried to the hilt, finger still one knuckle deep in her ass, cock pulsing lazily through the last heavy spurts. He didn't have to worry about consequences, so he just came, came, and came, gush after gush, glob after glob.
His thick shaft drowned in the creamy forth, and it trickled down in vile thick droplets, stretching down to the chair and even the floor.
"That was intense." Marshall relaxed back, hugging her waist hard, squeezing her into his chest.
Shalla-Bal smiled and kissed his lips. "It was… such a joy to feel this… I didn't know I needed this."
"Yup, sex does that."
For a very long time after that, they just stayed like that. Marshall was monstrously still hard inside her, keeping her pussy gaping open, stretched. But he didn't fuck her again. They just talked about the future, some plans.
And after that, he did fuck her again.
Shalla-Bal had nothing to complain about. She simply moaned endlessly and enjoyed this new addiction.
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"How dare she!"
Gamora was seething in rage. Months of planning had gone to waste. She had been careful, slowly getting closer to the boss. Kisses, sleeping together, sucking him dry. She kept dangling the fruit of 'sex' and kept him wanting.
That was her plan. To slowly make him go crazy for her and her charms. She kept an eye on him for that, having placed a spy camera in his office. But when she received a motion alert, what she saw made her go red from green.
That bitch, Shalla-Bal, was sprawled on the table while the boss drove into her with frantic thrusts. She couldn't walk in there as it would expose her snooping. She just sat and watched, her right being taken from her.
It felt as if she'd done all the hard work and someone else had reaped the rewards.
"I can't wait any longer."
Gamora made up her mind to get into his bed that night and do the deed.
Too bad. If only she knew how done her boss was with this space life.
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Earth, Dinosia, 1950,
The Temple of the First Man was decorated as it was a wedding day. In the green garden with trees all around, a beautiful wedding aisle was set, covered in flowers. Everyone had donned their best clothes, and Logan stood in the middle of the stage, acting like a priest who hadn't just downed a whole bottle of beer minutes ago.
Then there stood Helvar, waiting. He was done with following his father's ways. He'd long ago realised he wasn't like his father. He couldn't follow that lifestyle of drilling every cunt around him. No, he felt he was more of a traditional man who married for love.
And ever since he'd broken Mephista out of the basement, he'd slowly fallen for her. She was intelligent and also his kind of crazy, while also being loyal. She'd initially come to find his father, but ended up falling for him instead.
Ever since Mephisto had exiled her, he'd made up his mind to make her his family officially. And finally, the day had arrived.
Dad should've been here.
He sighed and eyed his mother seated on a chair. She had dressed up as well. Initially, she was against Mephista, but he'd won her over slowly. She was a very serious, stoic woman, but he knew she loved him dearly.
There was also his sister, Kael, grown up by now. She resembled their dad more than Hela. Even in personality, she was unpredictable, with so many powers that they were still exploring.
Right then, he heard clapping and smiled. Azul brought Mephista over.
Fuck! She's gorgeous.
She wasn't a traditional human in looks. Her skin was red, she had horns on her head, and her eyes were yellow. But she had the body of a goddess, and in that white dress, she looked less demoness and more an angel.
He loved that she seemed just as happy as he was.
Finally, she walked over and stood in front of him. Logan started to read the vows as well. Dinosian weddings were an old tradition, which some other faiths had copied. It was created by the First Man himself.
"I do."
He blurted.
"I do."
She did the same.
Helvar couldn't believe he was feeling butterflies in his stomach. He'd already been living with Mephista, so nothing would change for them. Yet, marriage felt different.
"Ehm…" Logan coughed just then, gaining everyone's attention. "If anyone wants to object to this union, now's the time. Don't cry later."
"..."
Helvar wondered if he should have gotten someone else to officiate the marriage. But he let it go and looked at the crowd, all smiles. It was a pointless thing to as—
"I OBJECT!"
"..."
Fuck! No, not again!
A fiery red portal appeared, and once again, Mephisto walked out of it, this time holding a staff in one hand, as if ready to battle.
"My daughter shall not marry without my approval. I have banished her, but she still carries my blood!"
"WRAAAAA!"
What?!
Out of nowhere, a monstrous roar echoed from the sky. Helvar looked up at the sky and… there was a massive raft hovering. How did they not see it all that while, he had no idea. He could see two figures looking down from it. A lone, Viking-like man and dinosaur head.
"D-Dad?! M-Marty?!" He mumbled, shaken. Moments ago, he'd hoped his father would come. It was as if his wish was heard.
"Jesus baby Christ! This is the most pussy-ass, flowery wedding soap opera I've ever seen! Just ram the goddamn ring on her finger already, son. I'll handle the taco-Tuesday red shitstain!"
Helvar gulped and looked at Mephisto, who was technically his father-in-law. He didn't give a fuck about that, but he did care about Mephista, and she seemed sad from all that mess.
"First Man! Stay out of this!" Mephisto roared and flew up in the air, seemingly ready to clash.
Helvar wasn't worried about that. He was sure his father would whoop Mephisto's ass. But he didn't want to make Mephista sad.
"Dad? When did you come?"
"Since you stood there grinning like a lovesick goddamn mutt. Didn't come down, would've ruined the whole magic right out of the moment. Lucky I hauled ass here just in time, though. Finally got to meet this little cocksucker face-to-face. Millions of fucking years of your bullshit games… Baby Shark!"
"Do not utter another word of that insanity!" Mephisto boomed, eyes raging red, fire covering his body. "I am here to take my daughter."
"Good luck with that. She ain't your daughter anymore. She's my goddamn daughter. Deal with it."
Helvar felt so happy hearing that from his dad. He was worried before that the old feud would cause an issue.
Mephisto fumed and looked down at Mephista. "Are you coming, or not?"
"Nope, she ain't. Come on, Mephisto, you crimson cocksucker! They're our kids! Let them smile before we ruin everything! We've spent eons clawing each other's brains out. No need to turn the spawn into mini versions of our fucked-up grudge match. Save the bloodshed for our private bitch-slap sessions."
Mephisto, dumbstruck, stared at Marshall.
Not just him, but everyone was. The Marshall who didn't know what mercy was had said all that?
Helvar couldn't be happier.
Did he really get his fucked up brain fixed?
Mephisto didn't expect that treatment from his arch-nemesis. And if he were to refuse this truce now, he'd be the wicked one in his daughter's eyes. Believe it or not, he really loved her. So, he gulped and just… nodded.
"Besides, I've already won."
"What did you say?!" Mephisto glared.
Marshall grinned and flew over to Mephisto and hovered just a foot apart so his whisper could be heard. But most superhuman beings there could.
"I won. My son fucked your daughter."
"..."
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