Who the fuck even cares about chips if they couldn't be eaten.

  Marshall S. Grant wanted a rexing, sweet life, not a promotion in a warzone.

  The more he tried to look incompetent, the more he got promoted. In the end, with a golden oak leaf on his chest, he had to enter the frontlines in the bloodiest battle yet. The battle of Penghu Isnds was crucial, as it was an enemy stronghold. The pre-operative AI estimated a loss of nearly 30,000.

  BANG!

  He was one of those 30,000.

  Yes, he died there.

  Headshotted, embarrassing, he knew it as well.

  Fuck you! All of you! Making it sound easy… fuck this!

  He cursed his ancestors as he dropped dead. Cursing them for giving him the illusion that being a soldier was badass. Sure, those bastards probably felt that since they were high-ranking fat-asses. In contrast, he was the guy with the boots on the ground.

  ####

  Nightmare fuel—A word that Marshall never pondered on. But now, he found himself living it, or rather standing right inside it. He remembered being shot in the head, but there he was now, standing perfectly fine without a single piece of cloth on his body.

  "Where am I?"

  Breathing felt different. Taking a tinge bit more effort to inhale and exhale. The pnts around him all looked unfamiliar, the trees were insanely massive. The sky was very clean, and the noises around him were those he had never heard in his entire life.

  "Grrrrrrrr~"

  It was then that he heard something. So low, yet so deafening. It was less audible and had more vibrations. He felt his skin wrinkle with goosebumps from the sound. His heart suddenly started pounding hard, and his entire, naked body started sweating.

  "Huff~"

  He felt loud exhales from his rear. He wanted to look but his feet were frozen. He never wanted to go to war but that didn't mean he was unfit. The army had carved his decently tall, six-foot body neatly, his blonde hair was trimmed well, but he maintained a short beard. Surely, whatever was behind him would love to taste his juicy body.

  What is it? Where am I?

  Gathering some courage, Marshall only moved his neck to look behind. He could feel his heartbeat in his chest. Every passing second was frightening.

  "Grrrrr~"

  I'm fucked!

  All he saw was a gigantic head, rger than his whole body. It was leathery, scaly, with sharp, furious eyes, and teeth as long as his hand.

  A-A fucking T-Rex? Is this a T-Rex?

  "WRAAA!"

  He died—Instantly. The animal's bite tore off his entire head in one go.

  ####

  "Ha?!"

  "Grrrrrrrr~"

  He remembered dying. He remembered getting eaten by the rge beast.

  But there he was again, standing in the same spot he'd appeared before. Naked, clean, and once again, witness to that low rumbling growl from behind him.

  But something felt different this time.

  Where's the sweat? I don't feel scared at all.

  Before, the fear rose from his very being. As if it were a natural reaction of his body. A sort of instinct. But this time, he felt different. Instead of fear, he felt challenged. Enraged. As if his might was being questioned.

  What might? I'm a fucking pebble to it.

  But this time, he turned around without fear and looked at the rge thing. It looked like a T-Rex, but at the same time, different. Its spine was too protruded behind its head. Its jaws were bloody as if it had just eaten something.

  "WRAAA!"

  "Shut your damn mouth!"

  Marshall didn't know what came over. He reacted by punching towards the rge maw of the beast. It felt like a natural reaction from him.

  BAM!

  "Graaaaaa!"

  WHAT?!

  Marshall stood shocked. He looked at his fist and then at the broken teeth of the beast as it cried and recoiled.

  I did that?

  His instincts told him to continue. And he did. He rushed forward toward the creature and continued to punch at its body. He wasn't tall so he punched its massive legs.

  Squelch!

  Red blood gushed out of the dinosaur's legs.

  "It's working!"

  Marshall attacked with full confidence. He mainly punched, but when the dinosaur tried to hit him back with its tail, he instinctively bit into it.

  Squelch!

  Shockingly, his jaw easily tore through the dinosaur's flesh and bit off an entire chunk of the flesh.

  What happened to me? This is insane!

  Thud!

  Thud!

  A small human versus the apex predator of the nd. The fight didn't st too long as Marshall's size was his advantage. The dinosaur had to move a lot and focus to strike him.

  "Haha! I can kill you!"

  With the dinosaur injured, Marshall jumped onto its back and started kicking like a child throwing a tantrum. He attacked its spine, breaking whatever bones he saw, and crushed it with his powerful hits. He couldn't care less where all his strength came from. He wasn't the one dying, and that was all that mattered.

  "Wraaaaaaaa!"

  Woosh!

  Woosh!

  The dinosaur tried to jump around, whip its long tail, and even roll on the muddy ground. But Marshall was too fast and small for it to fight.

  Bam!

  Writhing, and bleeding, the dinosaur slowly took its st breath. Marshall bit into its neck in the end and finished the creature rather quickly, ending its misery.

  "..."

  Finally, sitting on the corpse, Marshall had the time to rex and breathe.

  "What… What did I just do?"

  He looked at his palms and made a tight fist. He felt powerful, unnaturally so. His jaws, he felt, were so mighty he could chomp down a tree faster than a beaver.

  "What's going on? Where am I?"

  Sure, he knew the common stories. Dead, reborn, b, b. But he met no god. He met no otherworldly entity that told him what to do. He just died and popped up right there, butt-naked.

  "Sixty-six million years? No, that's when the dinosaurs died from that meteor. Then… I could be anywhere before that era—Fuck! Then I'm the only human on the entire fucking pnet."

  He wasn't the smartest one when it came to history. But he knew the basics about evolution, dinosaurs, continental drift, and whatnot. Being stuck in the age of dinosaurs didn't sound as exciting when he was the only one there.

  "Uh…" He felt a rumble in his stomach. "I feel hungry… and butt naked."

  At that, he looked at the dead dinosaur with keen interest. He remembered reading somewhere that chickens were reted to dinosaurs. So that begged the question—What do dinosaurs taste like?

  "I guess I'm going to find out."

  ####

  "Time… Space… Reality… It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. I am the Watcher—And this is the first instance of this moment in all of reality. A creature never supposed to exist in this time has arrived. A being that is human yet isn't."

  Big head, bald, Uatu the Watcher, stationed on the Blue Area of the Moon, watched the pnet in the sector he was assigned to. He never meddled, only watched, and as of now, his pure interest froze in the current reality.

  "A new apex predator has appeared on the pnet. Superior in every possible way—the future now is boundless. But he is cursed to remain the lone being of his species—A curse enough to madden any."

  ####

  "Pfooooooooo~"

  Cough! Cough!

  "Pfooooooooo~"

  "YES! FIRE!"

  Like a caveman, Marshall squatted beside a bunch of sticks he'd gathered. By grinding wood against wood he finally created a fire. It took him an hour, shameful indeed, but it was his first attempt. He had to perfect his technique. Moreover, his heightened strength wasn't easy to control. Most unsuccessful attempts were because he broke the stick he was rolling.

  "Thank you! God—Wait, I came before the man who made wine, didn't I?"

  "Pfoooooo~"

  In any case, he blew into the sparks and soon created a rge bonfire. He was sure the night in that era would be utterly catastrophic, so he focused on finding himself refuge. And what better pce to rest than the fat trees right there?

  But first came food.

  He didn't have a knife so he used his mighty jaw to rip a piece of flesh from the dinosaur. He went for the breast. Then, he threw it on fire. He didn't give a damn about rare, medium rare, or anything. He wanted well-done, charred even. The st thing he wanted was some kind of Jurassic parasite entering his body.

  While the meat was cooking, he focused on skinning the animal to create something, even a small piece, to cover his crotch. It was hard, not him, but the scales of the dinosaur. It wasn't meant for clothing, not unless processed neatly.

  Should find a furry animal ter.

  He was confident now. If he could kill whatever T-Rex thing he fought was, he knew he was likely amongst the apex predators on nd. As for the sea… it scared him.

  "Let's see."

  After making a crude bedsheet he pnned to turn into a hammock, and a crotch covering-piece by the dinosaur's skin, he returned to the fire and grabbed the almost charred meat.

  After letting it cool down for a moment, he bit into it.

  "Ummmmh! Fucking juicy! Hell yeah—It's like chicken but even better!"

  He ate like a man starving. But halfway through, he felt something was amiss. The meat was great, fresh, and delicious. But it cked fvor. He wasn't foolish enough to think he'd find garlic or pepper anywhere. The pnts were just starting to evolve as well.

  But there was one thing he could have right away. And have so much of it that it'd never end.

  "Salt!"

  Quickly, he stood up and closed his eyes. His nose wrinkled as he tried to sniff something. He'd been smelling so many different things for a while now.

  "I can almost smell the ocean… Then…"

  He looked at the dead dinosaur's corpse and shook his head. Heading out to find the ocean was a risky strategy. And he didn't know how rare the wildlife was there. There were no pnts that he knew of, forget about eating them. The best strategy was to field dress the dinosaur and preserve its meat first.

  "I can use the bones for tools."

  Right away, Marshall entered full survival mode. He didn't need to know everything to do things. As long as he had a general idea, that was enough. Quickly, he cwed all the internal organs of the dinosaur, and in doing so, found so many weird things in it. But he stuck to what he knew, avoiding eating strange things.

  The blood alone was enough to fill a tub for him to bathe.

  Then, he grabbed a bone from the animal and ground it on a stone to make it sharp like a knife. Then, he cut the meat into small, decent-sized strips; Then made some thinner strips. The only two methods he currently had to preserve the meat were smoking and drying, so he went with them.

  Quickly, he increased the size of his fire and created structures from the bones themselves to smoke the meat. As for drying, he climbed the massive trees around him and hung the meat on the taller branches. He wondered if flying dinosaurs would appear, but he didn't care. He rather wanted to see them. If possible, domesticate one as his flying beast.

  That settles it… I'm going crazy. Really? Flying on a dinosaur?

  Slowly, the night approached. The sky darkened and the forest was dense around him. The sounds of various creatures were all new to him, but they didn't scare him anymore. Instead, they seemingly attracted his attention.

  He controlled his urges, focusing on smoking the meat.

  Sitting by the fire, alone, he started to think about his future. Humans wouldn't appear for tens of millions of years. He didn't know if he'd survive a year even, let alone hope to see his kind once again.

  Is this it?

  He looked at the intact skull of the dinosaur.

  "Don't even have anyone to talk to."

  Sighing, he y down by the fire itself. His survival spirit began to lose to the hopeless situation. He didn't mind if he were to die now. There was no point in living like that.

  ####

  One million years ter.

  "Holy shit! It IS real!"

  It took fourteen thousand years to map the entire pnet on the back of multiple animals he subdued and rode. And to his no surprise, the map had changed as well. The continents were much different from the modern world.

  But what Marshall chased was the mythical Antarctica that was currently lush, green forest nd, teeming with life. It wasn't easy reaching it, finding the way, and measuring directions. He created a compass and mapped the stars for directions. He wasn't really a diligent army officer so he had to learn everything from scratch.

  And with a million years gone, it was natural that his brain also grew. But with it, he also grew more senile, or perhaps suicidal. He no longer feared anything and went wherever he pleased. He ate whenever he desired, and killed whatever he wished. Just a year into his time on the ancient Earth, he'd ventured into the ocean in a suicidal hope of dinging the rge sea predators who could eat him.

  His wish was fulfilled.

  But then he appeared right at the shore, writhing on the ground like a fish out of water. That was when he realized the weird situation. He inherited the strength, the abilities, and the properties of whatever creature killed him. And he cursed his fate as well. If he'd known it, he would have let a flying creature kill him first.

  But since the apex predators of nd and sea both killed him once, no other creature came close to him, let alone attack. He had to force the weird T-Rex by chasing them to act as his steed. Even his clothes were created from the fur of small rodent-like creatures that only came out during the night. There were simply no rge fur creatures.

  Thankfully, he did great with the food. He had plenty of salt, some pnts that imitated spiciness, and even honey-like substances from weird pnts. But it wasn't that sweet.

  In his travels, he found plenty of things around the world. Massive chunks of literal gold. Fist-sized diamonds. Iron ore that he managed to forge into a crude sword. It was a slow process, learning and improving kept him busy. Whenever he grew bored, he resumed his travels. There were no nations, and no visas, after all.

  And finally, he saw the warm, lush Antarctica. A nd no modern human would see, not in his time. It was pretty simir to the rest of the world. The dinosaurs were also the same.

  He decided to make one of the mountains in Antarctica his home. Not because he liked it, but because he hoped to use it as his time-measuring point. When Antarctica would start getting cooler, he'd know the end of dinosaurs was coming.

  Not having aged one day since he appeared there, he knew he'd keep on living. Sure, he could have jumped into a volcano. But that was boring. He wanted to find creatures even stronger than the sea's apex predators. He wanted to see how much stronger he'd get.

  "This looks decent."

  At st, he picked a nice, rge cave as his home and started renovating it.

  ####

  Ten million years ter.

  More than not having anyone to talk to. More than being alone. More than not having company. What really annoyed Marshall was having to use his hand. He came from a decent family once and had plenty of dies as his partners. But now, he came to truly cherish the god's finest creation—women, and the sweet, sweet organ between their legs, and chest, and their mouths—well, them as whole.

  Eleven million years of libido contained. Marshall felt like he was going crazy.

  "Grrrrr~"

  "What?" He gred at his pet T-Rex.

  The rge, once apex predator stared at Marshall with puppy eyes.

  "Fuck, why ask me? Go away if you gotta take a dump or something." Marshall annoyedly shooed the creature while he remained in his rge bed. Its structure was made of bones while the bedding was made of animal skin and rodent fur. It was truly luxurious but worthless with just him and his pillow there.

  Psst! I know what you desire… I can give it to you… I can bring you women… as many as you desire~

  "Great! I'm going insane for good now." Marshall groaned and ignored the whispering sound that seemingly arose inside his head. He turned to his side and tried to sleep again.

  One may wonder. What can a man achieve if he lived for ten million years?

  The answer was: Nothing much.

  Marshall didn't have a degree in engineering. He wasn't some scientist. He wasn't one of those fantasy protagonists who conveniently knew about everything. From how to fuck to how to make a fucking nuke. No, Marshall was just one, average Joe. Even his college degree was in media marketing. What the fuck was he supposed to do with that? Teach the dinosaurs? Create the first-ever media company with animals as its actors.

  "Grrrr~"

  "Goddammit! Don't ask me for everything! Do whatever you want."

  At that point, the random animals he domesticated were his family.

  ####

  Twenty-three million years ter.

  "Baby shark do-do-do…"

  Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…

  "Mommy shark do-do-do…"

  Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex…

  "Papa shark do-do-do…"

  One may wonder. What would happen to a man living in isotion for thirty million years?

  The answer was, Marshall. Every living, breathing moment of his life, a vile, demonic voice spoke into his mind. It spoke of vice, it spoke of temptations, and now, it just kept chanting the same damn word day and night. So, Marshall also sang bullshit to counter that. That was the only way to keep himself alive.

  Besides, jerking off fixed that issue every single time. Each post-nut crity gave him mental calm for about three hours.

  Other than that, he also finally completed renovating the entire Antarctica. Yes, the entire continent. It wasn't that big at that point in time. And he'd taken inspiration from Chinese and Japanese culture.

  He created literal roads made of stones. Staircases that led him up to the mountains, using the bones of the animals he killed as steps. He created pavilions and dug kes with his hands. Created all sorts of tools with bone and wood. He did whatever he could and made vilges and towns. Sadly, he was the only one living there.

  "Done!"

  Now, he finished his st pet project. A huge animal enclosure for his livestock. Meat alone was boring, so he started eating dinosaur eggs. The hard part was searching for them. So, he captured two hundred dinosaurs and domesticated them. They were just chickens to him.

  "Go on, give me those delicious eggs."

  He rubbed his hands in pride, watching his huge enclosure in the sunset light.

  "Ain't much but it's honest work."

  ####

  Hell.

  "Why? Why won't he accept the corruption? He desires it so desperately! I can create the woman of his dreams for him."

  Mephisto seethed in anger whilst sitting on his throne. He watched the absurd man on Earth. It had been more than ten million years and all his attempts to seduce and corrupt the man had been vain.

  "What even is he? That's not a human." He pondered, having watched the human since a few million years after its genesis. "How is he immortal?"

  But one thing Mephisto had seen clearly was that the human was growing mentally insane, unhinged, and losing his humanity. Isoted, alone, the human showed the peak sin of lust, nothing else. He already had power and life, the one thing he cked was company.

  "However long it takes… I'll have his soul."

  Now, it was an obsession. A challenge to his existence.

  ####

  "Man, look at that shooting star."

  "Grrrr~"

  "Yeah, it's beautiful." Marshall chomped on his dinner, a yummy stew of dinosaur meat and eggs. He sat at the mouth of his cave on the mountain, watching the night stars. Beside him, his pet T-Rex sat on its ass, its tiny arms resting rexedly. Both of them were looking up.

  "Rrrrr…"

  However, as Marshall completed his dinner, he scratched his head, trying to remember something. And then, it hit him abruptly. No wonder the shooting star looked so big and bright. It was a fucking meteor, THE meteor.

  "Holy shit! I almost forgot about it. No wonder this pce started to feel colder. Fuck, I should start packing." He jumped to his feet, not much scared of anything. He had inherited the apex swimming ability from the Pliosaurus as well. Although the meteor would turn the seas violent with tsunamis, it was nothing to him.

  And then, he saw the light of the meteor illuminate the sky for a while. He didn't hear anything, but soon, he felt much of it. The earth started shaking, the rumble was instant. A low infrasound covered the entire nd.

  "That's it, buddy." He looked at his pet T-Rex. The big boy was truly big, 50 feet long, almost ten tonnes. He sure was chubby, but also the rgest Marshall had ever seen. "That's the end of your species, my frien—Wait a fucking minute! How the hell are you still alive?!"

  As if forgetting that he himself was immortal, he stared at the sitting T-Rex in pure awe and shock. "Y-You're… Since the meteor hit now, that means I've spent thirty-four million years on Earth. You're… Sweet Jesus! You're four million years old! How?"

  So lost and mentally fucked, he'd never even taken a moment to question his surroundings until now. This same T-Rex had been with him for so long. He'd pretty much raised him from an egg that he forgot to eat once.

  "Grrr… Krrrrr."

  "What do you mean by a vine blessed you? What vine and…"

  Once again, he lost himself.

  Am I really that dumb? What happened to my common sense?

  "Why am I able to understand you? And why do you have intelligent thoughts?"

  Sassy, the T-Rex rolled his eyes, waved his little arms, and went into the cave.

  He's even got a personality now?! What kind of vine was it?

  Nonetheless, it was time to move.

  "Ugh… Crossing the sea with him will be tough."

  ####

  Forty-three million years ter.

  "Atta, boy! Grab that side of the rope!"

  "Wraaa!"

  "Don't you compin at me, boy! It was you who woke up te!" Marshall scolded the T-Rex, who he now cherished the most. In that isotion, the T-Rex was the closest company he had. "Now put some strength into it."

  "Grrrrrr!"

  Marshall had knitted a fishnet using vines and some other avaible things. The world had changed right in front of his eyes. It started to look more and more like what he remembered from his past life. He'd seen the early retives of elephants roam. He'd seen lion-like creatures. Heck, he even had a horse, well it looked like a horse. Probably an ancestor of horses. Even the crocodiles had appeared, but they were huge, and he'd even died at one's jaws, only to get stronger. Thankfully, he didn't appear in his original pce after dying. And instead appeared right where he'd died. He then killed that giant crocodile.

  As for marine life. That was his favorite part. Fishes that seemed modern had started to appear, and he ate them like the sweetest delicacies. That was why he and his pal went to fish each morning for their breakfast.

  "Pull, Marty! We caught a lot today." Marshall cheered, the T-Rex he'd named Marty.

  Eventually, both of them dragged the net full of fine fish. Right away, they set up the fire and sat down to savor their breakfast.

  For the coming years upon years, Marshall had decided to stay in Europe, hoping to see the rise of humanity. He was somewhat excited now, no longer affected by the passage of time. His mind had gotten accustomed to it biologically. Besides, all the damage that could have been done had already been done.

  ####

  Twenty-one million more years ter.

  "Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday, dear Marshall S. Grant, Happy birthday to me!"

  The cake was a steak. Marty wore a hat made of vines, however. The guy sure loved vines and used his little hands to make it somehow. Marshall didn't give a damn anymore.

  "With this, I have become ninety-eight million years old." He decred proudly, blowing on a lit wooden stick. "Ah—my back…"

  He was insane. Even joking with himself, and then ughing at his own jokes. But at st, he was close to the destined time. The era of the rise of humans. He'd even holed up where modern-day Turkey would be, as he reckoned the humanoids would cross over to Europe from there.

  However, twenty-one million years was a lot. In that time he'd hunted woolly mammoths and made himself some nice, furry clothes. From boots to cape, and even leather pants and a shirt. Living was becoming easier as time went by. But it was cold thanks to the ice age. He'd even made a massive coat for Marty.

  Ding! Ding!

  "Ah?!"

  Marshall rushed to the gaping window of his tall mountain home. He'd carved a cave right into it for his housing needs. And he'd made it in a pce from where he could stare right into the valley where he reckoned the humanoids were most likely to pass through.

  "YES! FUCKING YES!"

  Woosh!

  If one were to ask. What the effects of ninety-eight million years of isotion and pent-up libido looked like. Marshall would be the answer.

  He jumped straight out of the window into the valley that was a drop of tens of feet. But he was no longer a simple creature. He skidded down the deep slopes, straight into the valley.

  Shhhh~

  He made a lot of noise. The rocks and the dirt skidded with him. Before he even reached the sizable group of humanoids, he'd warned them already. They'd all instantly become alert, scared, and huddled closer, with the rger ones among them coming forward with crude stone tools that looked like axes.

  "Hello there, my fellow humans… almost humans." Marshall finally nded in the valley where he'd set up a thin rope made of soft bark that'd rung the bell in his home if someone passed through it. "I would like to view your women."

  "..."

  "Unga bunga! Ha!"

  What the fuck's he saying?

  Marshall was far too excited to use common sense. Perhaps, there was no such thing as common sense to him anymore. He could literally feel his heart racing at the sight of humanoid creatures walking on two feet.

  After some pondering, he raised both hands, made a round tunnel with one hand, and then probed a finger into it using the other hand, suggesting something to them.

  That's what ninety-eight million years of unspent virility does to a man.

  "Bungaaaaaa!"

  Perhaps the humanoids thought they could kill this white human as he was alone. While they could see that the opponent was much taller than them, dressed well, and even bulkier. But they understood the advantage of numbers.

  "WRAAAAAAA!"

  Marty was no different. He'd lost the females of his species tens of millions of years ago. Common sense was as dead to him as Marshall. Or perhaps, he grew up watching Marshall and just used that as common sense, which was actually non-existent.

  Shhhh~

  Be a human or anything else, seeing a massive T-Rex skidding down a mountain would be scary to anyone.

  "Ahgaaaaaa!"

  Scared, the humanoids once again huddled together.

  Marshall was at his wit's end. There was no way to communicate with them. However, he underestimated their intelligence or the ck of it. They stared at Marty the entire time, whispering to each other.

  Eventually, they moved apart and pushed a shorter, thinner member of their group forward. It was a female from the looks of it. It was hard to differentiate. She looked frightened.

  "Ubaaaa! Hoo! Hoo!"

  A rge male then walked behind and yanked the furry clothes off her body, baring her entirely naked there.

  Marshall froze for a short moment. His balls shifted, but for the worse as they tried to hide in his fucking sack. His cock, excited, shuddering, threatening to dive back into his pelvis.

  "Ugh!" Marshall felt like vomiting. "What was I expecting from Neanderthals for whatever you guys are? W-Wha… What the fuck is that?! That's an… ape!"

  Not really an ape, but not that different. The entire body of the humanoid was covered in hair, but there were traces of feminine human parts, just not very welcoming to his eyes.

  "Pass… I'll pass. I'll wait another million years or more… Ugh~"

  "Unga Bunga!" The rge man pushed the female towards Marty.

  Marshall finally realized something and shook his head. "I think they're offering her to you... Like some mountain deity who'd let them pass in exchange."

  "..."

  But we don't want her.

  ####

  The blue side of the Moon.

  "The time has come. This is the moment he has been waiting for. Millions of years of survival stand upon your decision. To mate with the creature, or to let nature take its due course… I am watching."

  ####

  Hell.

  "Do it! That's it! That's a working, real cunt! Take her, boy! You must take her!"

  Mephisto was jumping on his throne, truly annoyed by his failure to seduce the immortal man.

  "Fuck her! Surrender to the sin of lust! That is your true destiny!"

  ####

  Earth.

  "Hard pass." Marshall stepped back. "Marty, let's go."

  The two pals turned around and started hiking up the mountain.

  "Aaaaaah!'

  Right then, they heard a scream and looked behind. Apparently, it wasn't up to them to decide the fate of the sacrifice. The rge male standing behind the naked, sacrificial woman snapped her neck and killed her.

  "What the fuck was that for?" He asked, feeling a little sorry for her lifeless body. But he couldn’t even talk to them, so there was no point in meddling. "They’re far from being humans."

  Strolling, they returned to their huge, cave house. Marty wasn't aware, but Marshall was to a degree. His cave would one day feature in a Nat Geo documentary, leaving all the old historians mindfucked. Or maybe he’d be deemed a god or something.

  "I'd rather have a different sort of fuck, though."

  "Grrrowl!"

  "Yeah, yeah—Let's eat some fish tonight." He murmured and got to work as usual. But he was happy that Marty was smart enough to help around the cave. Cleaning it, collecting firewood, and even catching game sometimes.

  As night fell, Marshall finished dinner and doused the torches around the cave. The moonlight falling through the open, carved windows was enough to see everything.

  "Good night, buddy." Marshall hopped into his king-sized, soft, woolly mammoth fur bed. Even Marty had one for himself, just very rge.

  "Mrrrrr~"

  "Sure, let's eat a mammoth tomorrow. But dammit, think about something other than food too… like women… beautiful… curvy… ummm…"

  Gentle breeze, warm bed, Marshall fell asleep very quickly, ying ft on his back, one hand shoved into his crude, fur trousers, gripping his profusely hardened shaft that had been seeking feminine attention for so long.

  Umm… Woah… Hey, beautiful.

  Out of nowhere, Marshall found himself awake on his bed, the cave looked brighter but the torches were still doused. He felt warm, the scent of dirt in the rain hit his nostrils. So soothing, he knew it right away, it was a dream.

  Is this one of those lucid dream types?

  Tap, tap, tap…!

  His head lifted slightly from the pillow, eyes narrowing at the figure gliding toward him from the foot of the bed. She was tall, easily his height—and curved like sin sculpted into flesh. Draped in a green gown that clung like a second skin, the fabric was barely there, more suggestion than clothing. Her generous cleavage spilled free, her arms bare and elegant, and the skirt... gods, the skirt was slit so high on both sides it framed her thick, luscious thighs and the full curve of her hips like a gift. Every step she took made her body sway with a softness that screamed heat.

  Her gentle smile was stunning, her face so perfect, her eyes green. Her deep, reddish-brown hair was long and wavy, silky, while her wrists had bracelets of gems, also a belly chain of rger gems.

  "I don't want to wake up… I don't want to wake up." Marshall muttered under his breath, his shaft insanely hard, seemingly ready to burst already. He'd almost forgotten what a real, beautiful woman looked like by now. And finally, seeing one, even if it was a dream… It felt too real.

  And then she spoke, so softly and hot. His entire body shivered.

  "You won't, dear—This moment is yours." She walked closer to his bed and climbed up, crawling closer to his upper body. She was barefoot, and her hips were so amazing, her breasts so full, voluptuous. Her skin was slightly earthy, like bright beach sand.

  "Savor it, feel it, as you desire—Let this be your moment. Your reward… for your patience."

  The moment her knees settled on either side of his hips, she leaned forward with the grace that was pure seduction. She then thrust her hips down, grinding herself directly on Marshall’s throbbing cock, which strained beneath the fur trousers like a wild beast begging to be freed. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, her plush lower lips gliding over the thick ridge through the barrier of fur, spreading a feverish wet heat across his p.

  “Ummm…” A filthy little sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her hips again. Slow, indulgent strokes meant only to tease him into madness.

  With a sultry smile, she grabbed both of his rge hands and brought them to her breasts. She didn’t guide so much as command his touch. She made him cup the weight of her full, warm bosom, and his fingers instinctively curved around her supple flesh, feeling how heavy, soft, and real they were.

  Marshall gulped, his mouth going dry, and his cock jerked violently beneath her grind.

  "C-Can I… see?"

  "Dear, this is your night—Have it all." The love in her voice was so pure and hot. And just as Marshall had expected, the magic happened. Her green gown disappeared entirely, leaving her nude body for his eyes to feast on.

  It was a masterpiece of lust incarnate. Thick and soft in all the right pces. Lush thighs that could crush skulls, full hips made for breeding, and a smooth stomach that dipped toward her sacred valley. Her breasts were massive, heavy, natural, with tight, earthy brown nipples that begged to be suckled; ripe, firm, practically biteable. Lower down, a faint, neatly trimmed bush crowned her sex, the lips full and flushed, already gleaming with arousal and parted just enough to tease the pink within. It glistened like nectar, inviting and obscene.

  Marshall’s breath hitched. He didn't know where to start, but his hands knew. They slid over her smooth swells again, this time with reverence, with need. His thumbs circled her thick nipples until they peaked, hard and begging.

  Then she leaned forward, so close her scent overwhelmed him, sand kissed by fresh rain, and pressed a nipple to his mouth.

  The first suck was greedy, his lips wrapping around her earthy teat as he pulled deep, like a man dying of thirst.

  “Ooh~” She gasped softly, stroking through his blonde hair, her other breast nudging against his cheek.

  He didn’t wait for an invitation; he wanted it all. He tilted his head, suckling both her nipples at once like an animal, his tongue flicking between the two swollen buds, his nose buried in the heat of her deep valley. Her skin was so hot, it nearly burned.

  His cock throbbed furiously under her slick folds, twitching, dribbling with precum, begging to feel more.

  She smiled down at him, fingers curling lovingly through his hair. "Let’s get you prepared… I'm sure you seek the warmth somewhere else."

  "Yes," he groaned against her nipple. "Let’s do it."

  Something feral lit in his eyes. With a grunt, he took charge, hands gripping her waist as he flipped her over and pushed her ft onto the soft, fur-lined bed. She giggled, a warm, sultry sound. But it turned into a moan as he crawled over her, a predator finally catching his prey.

  Her thick, creamy thighs parted willingly, framing his waist. His weight pressed down between them, pinning her, dominating her.

  He was shirtless already, chest heaving, muscles taut as he shoved down his crude fur trousers as well. His eager cock sprang free excitedly; thick, flushed red, veiny, dripping from the tip. It spped against his belly as he held it in a fist, groaning from the tightness, from the pent-up lust that nearly made him see stars.

  He looked down between her legs, and almost literally lost his mind.

  There it was. Her soaked pussy, her lips spread and glistening, slightly quivering with anticipation. Her scent hit him full force; earthy, fertile, drenched in womanly heat.

  His eyes met hers.

  "Go ahead, dear—Take it. The fruit of your patience."

  She y sprawled below him like a divine offering, her arms outstretched in surrender, her thighs gleaming and parted in perfect invitation. Her pussy lips were glistening with thick, silken nectar, drooling with need, coaxing him silently.

  Marshall, breathing heavily, brought the swollen head of his cock to her scorching entrance. The heat seared him instantly, a sizzling spark zipping down his shaft to his very spine. He clenched his jaw. It was like being a virgin all over again. His mind screamed, his body trembled with lust, and before he could even think; he did it.

  With one furious, primal thrust, Marshall smmed into her pussy. His hips crashed forward, and the sound was loud and wet.

  —Shhlp!

  Her pussy swallowed him whole, gulping down the entire girth of his cock like it had waited for this moment for eons. His balls spped up against her hips as he bottomed out, completely sheathed in her volcanic core.

  It was insane.

  Inside her, it felt like plunging into molten mud; slick, sticky, hot, and heavenly. Her walls clenched around him like rippling waves of soft, molten silk. She squeezed him with a pressure that didn’t seem natural; too perfect, too tight, too wet. It was as if the gods themselves had crafted this pussy just for him.

  “Ooooooh~ I welcome you! I do!” she moaned, trembling with rapture.

  Marshall leaned forward, his chest smmed down onto her plush, curvy body, and he caught her lips in a searing, desperate kiss. Her full lips were so sweet, so yielding… but the moment he tasted her, his eyes shot wide.

  She tasted like honey. Actual honey.

  “Ummmh! You’re… sweet!” he panted against her mouth, licking her like a famished man.

  “Yes, yes… savor this nectar… oh!” she cried as he ground deeper, pressing her into the furs.

  She stretched her thighs wider, welcoming him further in with lewd wet squelches echoing between them. He could barely handle it. His cock throbbed, bulging thick with blood, and he felt a savage darkness crawl up his spine. He was already dangerously close; ready to fill her like a beast. Something ancient boiled in him.

  “Fuck…” he growled, nearly losing himself.

  He reached for her thick thighs, cupping beneath them with both hands and pushing her knees up toward her chest; folding her curviness completely. Her luscious breasts lifted and squeezed together from the motion, soft mounds swelling up, her nipples hard and needy. He couldn’t resist. In that deep, mating press, he buried himself to the hilt and leaned down, tching his lips onto one of those nipples.

  “Ah! Ah! Ooh! This is… ooooh!” she cried out, her tone pitchy and high, trembling in bliss.

  “Ugh! Ugh!” Marshall groaned against her skin, rough and unrestrained. He bit her breasts, sucked hard, and panted into her cleavage. Her walls milked him; those creamy, rippling walls pulling and massaging his cock like she was made to pleasure only him.

  Maybe she was, maybe his mind made her up, but he was too far gone to care.

  Her hands flew to his face, gripping it, pulling him up to kiss her again, hungrily. Their lips crashed, hot and sticky, as their tongues tangled. And then, just as her mouth opened to moan into his, her eyes shimmered. Bright green and glowing.

  What was that?!

  But Marshall didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His hips were already smming into her with thick, wet sounds, every thrust heavy, her body bouncing from the force. He panted into her lips and stared down at her perfect, radiant face. His brows furrowed.

  “C-Close! Ugh… At st… this is… fucking life!” Marshall growled against her neck, panting like an animal in wild heat. His hips plowed harder, deeper, the sounds between their bodies turning savage. Wet cps, sticky sps, squelching thrusts, pure obscenity echoing in the quiet of the stone cave.

  “Give me… That’s it! Give me your seed… Ooooh! Your Gaea… is waiting!” she moaned, wrapping her arms around her own knees to widen her pussy, urging him to cim her like the wild man he had always been meant to be.

  His cock surged with purpose, pulsing, possessed by her intoxicating heat. He smmed himself into her again and again, harder with purpose as she made it clear she could take it all.

  Sp! Squelch! Shhck!

  So violently her entire body jolted upward, thick thighs trembling from the shock of each powerful thrust. And then…

  He felt it.

  As if her pussy opened up deeper, accepting him not just into her body but into her womb. Like a forbidden cave itself welcomed him, opened for him, craving his essence. His mind bnked out completely. He dove into that sacred pleasure, face buried beside her neck, lips grazing her colrbone, arms wrapped around her body like he’d never let go.

  “Heh…” he grunted, voice rough, filthy amusement curling his lips. “G-Gaea? So-oh… I’m fucking… Earth itself? Hah!”

  “Ummmmmh!” she moaned into his ear, hugging his head tightly with her silken arms. “Crude words, but… I welcome… for this is the beginning of your true destiny… Oh! Ooooh! God of Undying… give me your seed!”

  And just like that, her climax struck. Her pussy clenched violently around him, rippling from within.

  Marshall gasped, stunned, because it wasn’t like any orgasm he’d ever felt from a woman before. It was liquid. Warm. Sweet. As if her cunt cried out with joy, pouring golden honey down his shaft. His cock was coated, sthered, the glides turning messier, easier. Every thrust dragged out sticky nectar from her.

  Marshall pulled his head back, panting, and looked into her eyes.

  She stared at him, her mouth open, moaning, so full of welcome and seduction it broke his final restraint.

  So what if this is a dream… I finally… get to fuck!

  “There then!… Take it!”

  With a roar, he pressed her thighs harder beside her shoulders, folding her hot, curvy, surprisingly flexible body completely, and shoved his cock all the way in. One final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.

  And he came.

  Fuck, he came.

  His cock exploded inside her with unholy force; jets, thick and torrential, his balls emptying years—no, millions of years of cum in one massive release. His whole body shook from it. Cream gushed into her womb like a flood breaking through a dam. It overflowed from her depths instantly, erupting from her pussy in thick, frothy waves, audible even.

  “Fuuuckk…!” Marshall groaned like a beast, grinding into her as his cock kept pumping, twitching, spilling more.

  It wouldn’t stop.

  His batter bubbled out, thick and scentful; musk heavy, hot, coating her thighs and pooling onto the furs. His cock was still stiff, buried, throbbing uncontrolbly even after what felt like the fiftieth glob inside her. His whole body trembled, sweat pouring, and his senses drowned in an orgasmic haze.

  And then: silence. His body colpsed forward.

  He rexed her legs and id atop her, face nestled against her glorious tits, soaked in warmth, batter, and pure satisfaction. Her skin was still radiating that faint scent of sand in the rain; so earthy, so intoxicating. Her fingers gently combed through his hair.

  Her pussy, still clenched around him. Squeezing. Milking. As if it wasn’t ready to let him go.

  “We… shall meet again… soon,” she whispered.

  Marshall smiled, dazed. “These dreams… I’ll live a billion fucking years if I can have these dreams every night.”

  A soft, throaty giggle vibrated in her chest. “Soon… my dear.”

  His eyelids grew heavy. His breathing slowed. He felt her warmth begin to fade; her body dissolving like mist, vanishing into the bedding. His body felt like it dropped gently, like slipping from a dream mid-fall.

  And then—He was alone. Back on the soft, furry bed.

  But not quite the same.

  A smile stretched across his lips. His chest rose and fell with peace. And between his legs, his cock y well-spent.

  Fully drained.

  Utterly satisfied.

  ####

  "FUCK! Nightfall? Seriously? What am I, fifteen?"

  Marshall woke up to his trousers undone and the soft bed filthily drenched with his sticky culmination. And there was so much that it felt like a puddle, sticking to his legs and belly.

  "Grrf!"

  His head snapped towards Marty, zily still in his bed. "What? You saw it too? You mean a dream?"

  "Hufff!"

  "Hah, that's impossible. You probably just imagined it. How could you see me fucking the brains out of a goddess-like woman?"

  "Grrr-rrrfff!"

  "..."

  When Marty actually described what the woman looked like, Marshall felt truly mind fucked. He sat up and looked around the room. Quickly, he walked up to the foot side of his bed and just…

  "No fucking way! Footprints!" He gawked and quickly tried to match his own. "It's hers!"

  "Wrrrraaaaaaah-flufffff!"

  "..."

  Even a ninety-eight million-year-old man could be left speechless, jaw wide agape.

  "S-She… She… She made you immortal?"

  What the hell did I fuck st night? Wait… I actually fucked st night?

  Duality of a man. Confused, worried, yet at the same time, a happy man.

  ####

  One million years ter, somewhere in Western Europe. (1,000,000 BCE)

  "Firehair... the Dark Celestial is not yours to conquer—not yet."

  "Come on, Phoenix. I've got you, don't I? You're the strongest force out there, right?" Firehair replied, flying towards her destination, her fiery red hair waving with her speed, her long, slender figure parting the air.

  Yet again, a warning voice came from within her body. Advising her against the foe she was supposed to battle.

  "Odin, Agamotto, Bck Panther, Iron Fist, Starbrand, Ghost Rider, Moon Knight... all bound by their limits. Each one, powerful, but confined. Yet there is one. One ancient force who knows no such boundaries. He is beyond all restraint. Find him. Bring him to your cause."

  "Really? Huh, this world’s got no shortage of champions, does it? Guess we’ll see what this one’s got."

  "Careful, Firehair. This being has been trapped in isotion for a hundred million years. He's lost touch with himself—unpredictable, unhinged, nearly impossible to control."

  Fairhair chuckled, a smirk pstered on her red lips. "Phoenix, I can bend anyone to my will. You saw how Odin was ogling me?"

  But then, for the first time, Fairhair heard the ancient Phoenix let out a sigh.

  "You will understand me soon, child."

  FOUR ADVANCE CHAPTERS and Mashall's X Peggy Carter NSFW artwork already up in and SUBSTAR