[A/N: When writing Eternals in this chapter, I imagined them from the movie. I know, the movie was pretty mid. But again, we're here for the plot.]

  Odin flew with fury and soon arrived at the cave carved into the side of a mountain. He was a god with heightened senses and heard the voices immediately. The moans were akin to loud groans, curses, and feminine screams.

  "UNHAND THE PHOENIX!"

  Odin barged into the cave in rage and pointed his hammer. His eyes nearly fell out at the sight as the unknown man stood beside the cave wall, pinning the red-headed Phoenix against it, legs thrown up on his shoulders, her body folded like a toy. Her face flushed red, her eyes were watery, her bare breasts marred with red marks, her lower half thrashed by the man's phallus, red, swollen.

  "How dare you hurt her?!"

  Boom!

  Odin summoned thunder and threw his hammer towards the unknown man.

  "Odin! No!" Firehair shouted to stop the Norse god.

  But Marshall, too busy drilling himself into that burning hot pussy, didn't hear anything and before he could feel anything, everything went dark. He was no superhuman since Fairhair wasn't. Her powers were magical, but her body was still human. The same stood true for Marshall.

  What?

  That was all he could think before it all went dark. And like a light switch was turned on, he found himself back in the same pce, standing butt naked, but no longer hard, nor was there Firehair standing in front of him.

  "W-What happened?" He confusedly turned around and finally saw Odin there, his long blonde beard fluttering in the wind, and his eyes appeared shocked wide. Not far was Firehair, back in a loose red gown.

  "YOU DARE TOUCH H—"

  Boom!

  Odin roared and threw his thundering hammer towards Marshall once again.

  "Ah!" Marshall reacted naturally and waved his arms in front of his body.

  Cnk!

  To his absolute surprise, he grabbed Mjolnir in midair. It felt weightless and actually… easy to use.

  "Impossible!" Odin gawked.

  Marshall slowly digested the weird scenario, of course, still butt naked. He looked down at his body, he looked at the hammer and then remembered that flickering bckout. He knew he had just died, but with the hammer in his hand, he couldn't stop grinning.

  "Hah! Hahahaha! You dumbass! Ahahaha!" Marshall ughed like an evil vilin. "You killed me, didn't you, Odin? Hah! I am grateful, my friend. Jesus! I feel fucking strong!"

  Odin, jaw agape, looked at Firehair in confusion. "W-What is he?"

  Firehair shrugged. "I really don't know."

  Cnk!

  By then, Marshall was pying catch with the mighty hammer that shouldn't have been in any lesser man's possession.

  Seeing that, Odin felt more conflicted. The hammer was nothing special, but it weighed so much that no ordinary mortal should be able to hold it. "He didn't force you?"

  Firehair scoffed. "Odin, can you imagine there being anyone strong enough to do that?"

  "Then… you chose him?"

  "I did."

  "Why? I was courting you for so long, Phoenix."

  "Your st words prove it. You don't see me as Firehair—only as Phoenix. You weren't after me, you wanted the thing inside me," she said, voice tight with the bitter truth. "But he didn't care. The moment he id eyes on me, he wanted me anyway."

  Odin awkwardly looked at the other man and sighed. He couldn't deny the fact that one of his major motivations was the Phoenix Force. "Then it seems I have erred. I have struck down a man of innocence."

  Marshall heard that and greedily eyed the Asgardian god. "I'll forgive you if you give me something."

  "Mjolnir cannot be gifted. It's a sacred—"

  "Calm your tits, Odin. I don't want the toy. I want a skill, in fact. This rock's been my crib for a hundred million years. Popution's climbing, tongues multiplying like rabbits. So, I want to cut through all that noise—speak to everyone without grinding through every damn nguage. Simple."

  Odin understood it right away. "You desire Allspeak?"

  "Bingo! That's what I want."

  To Odin, a mere rejection from a woman didn't mean much. And in fact, making friends with a warrior of Marshall's caliber was a greater achievement for him. A man chosen by Phoenix.

  "That is but a small favor for one who aided in the fall of a Celestial. I shall grant you the knowledge of Allspeak."

  Just then, Firehair scoffed from the side. "If you two are done flirting, we should hide the Celestial's body quickly."

  "Let's do that." Marshall instantly agreed, being in a great mood. How could he not after just gaining Odin's body composition? A body that was so resilient that it could fly through deep space. Sadly, that was it. All the magic Odin knew was learned, so there wasn't much else to gain. But he could lift the hammer, which was nice. But he didn't know if it was enchanted with that whole worthy curse yet.

  "Wear some clothes." Firehair reminded him.

  Jolted, Marshall looked down and chuckled, his pistol sitting nude.

  "Hah! Don't mind me—I've been solo for millions of years. Nobody was there to care about me walking around naked. Hold on a sec."

  He spoke nothing but facts. He was very happy to be able to speak with someone. As a man cking any common sense, sense of time, and humility, there were just a few motivations in life he had. Especially now that he knew what type of world he was in.

  Getting powerful, meeting people, and bedding pretty women. That was all he had to live. Once lost and without any goal, he looked forward to the future now. How high could he go in terms of power, he was interested to know. Can he bang goddesses? He wanted to know that too.

  And with those ideas, he finally entered an era where he wasn't isoted.

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  "Fuck! That fucking bird!"

  What does a man do when he finds a beautiful woman interested in him for the first time in one hundred million years? For Marshall, the answer was to fall in love. Or perhaps it was lust. But the fact stood, he was into her, physically and spiritually.

  For five hundred years he had the best time of his life with Firehair. He helped her deal with so many world-ending threats. They were perfect, tight in the bed, tight in the fight. She was everything that he missed in his life, and before long, they decided to get married.

  Marshall went all out for his wedding and created an entire church by carving it inside the mountain. High ceiling, beautiful altar, and Marty was to officiate the wedding. He even hunted some fine animals and made beautiful clothes for him and her.

  But when the day of the wedding arrived, and he entered the altar, he couldn't find Firehair anywhere. He waited and then waited for five whole years. His sense of time was truly fucked up. But eventually, he realized that he got stood up.

  His mood soured, he rummaged through the room he had given Firehair to live in and found a note left behind. But surprisingly, it wasn't from Firehair. No, it was from the damn Phoenix inside her.

  You are a fantastic creation of nature, but Firehair has a greater purpose to fulfill. I am taking over her body and bringing her into the cosmos. Be well, if you live, we shall meet again—Phoenix Force.

  And hence, the crashout.

  "That damn fire chicken! I'll be waiting! I will fucking strangle you and fry you and then eat you! Fuck!"

  He raged for months, and his mood soured. But he had Marty with him, so he soon returned to normal. Once again a bachelor, with nobody to talk to.

  Sure, there were other members of that weird Avengers team, but they were all boring. There was that Iron Fist girl, but she was bald, and he didn't feel hard seeing her.

  So, the efforts to waste time resumed yet again. With a million years still left before the birth of Jesus, he had a lot of time to spend. The best he could do was travel around and see what sort of creatures lived on Earth. He had the powers to fly and bring Marty along now, so it was somewhat fun.

  Also, he was still searching for that busty Gaea.

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  For the next nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand years, Marshall walked the Earth. As he became aware that he was in a world of gods, monsters, and superheroes, a lot of things started to make sense.

  At times, he found weird, dark, monstrous creatures that looked like Xenomorphs but different. Big, violent, and they attacked him on sight. But using the cosmic fmes he got from the Phoenix, he burned them to a crisp, always.

  It was confusing to him who they were. He asked Agamotto when he met the guy again, and the man said that they were called Deviants.

  But he didn't care and walked the world. He visited small settlements of various types of humans. He watched them evolve from being covered in hair to slowly changing. More upright, more human-like, wearing clothes, and collecting resources. He helped them sometimes.

  Like saving a small settlement from a fsh flood. Saving them from a random Deviant. Saving them from mass starvation because something went wrong. He did that not because he liked them, nor was he a hero, but because he was absolutely fucking bored.

  They were his entertainment. They treated him like a god and prayed to him. Well, he let them stroke his ego. But only ego, they were still far too ugly for him to see them any other way. But slowly, he did grow a bit fond of them.

  Watching evolution from a front-row seat was a mesmerizing experience. Their tools went from crude to something better. Their settlements went from looking like shit to something better. But still, they were hunters and gatherers, and so was Marshall.

  Not giving a shit, he traveled from one settlement to another. Sometimes in Europe, sometimes in Africa, and at times in Asia, he did whatever he felt like. He taught them how to make fish hooks, eyed needles, colors for paintings, bow and arrow technology, and many tiny things that changed their lives greatly.

  Of course, he never taught the same settlement all of that. He spread each knowledge out, wanting to see how that knowledge would slowly gather and concentrate into modern humans.

  One of the things he didn't expect, though, was that they would actually create a religion around him. They called him different names and painted his likeness on their cave walls, or other things. To a degree, they all drew him and Marty in a simir stick-figure fashion.

  Then finally, somewhere before forty thousand BCE, he found actual, anatomically modern humans in Europe. Though they still looked very much like cavemen, and pretty ugly, he recognized them. The species that would soon be the only dominant genus Homo left on Earth.

  So, he watched them from then on. He occasionally visited them and taught them how to process simple food pnts. And then, to his surprise, one evening, they decided to gather around him and hold a praying ritual.

  They made him a crown of animal bones, lit up a lot of torches near him, and then started dancing. But the shocking part was that they had somehow made musical instruments. He wasn't the one to suggest them. They were crude, but they sounded like flutes.

  It wasn't a lot, but it moved Marshall's heart. He loved it, not for the worship but for the sight of evolution. For the first time in a long time, he ughed. This time it wasn't the madman ugh that he often did through self-talking out of boredom. He really ughed, watching them dance, and stumble, the children giggle.

  He felt like their ancestor despite being far more advanced and different from them. And in return, he gifted them some extra clothes and food before leaving again. Unaware of how mindfucked the future historians would be thanks to his foolery.

  "What? That's a shitty name. The fuck's that tongue twister? No, you're Billy from now on."

  Around forty thousand BCE, Marshall could only find the modern humans, the other kinds, like Neanderthals just vanished entirely. And also, at the same time, he also saw the full development of nguage and personal names. Sure, he could speak with them well thanks to Allspeak, but he hated their weird names. So, he named one of the chiefs of a tribe Billy. The man bowed to him and cried to him, it was a god's gifted name, after all.

  From then, the paintings depicting Marshall and Marty only intensified to the extreme. They started creating actual temples for him. Heck, some folks in the regions of the future China and Russia tried to make his statues. Not that accurate, however.

  "What a time to be alive!"

  Every year, Marshall saw the human popution and advancements explode. Sure, he gave a hand here and there. Like teaching how to surgically amputate a limb to save a life. He also saw a lot of pandemics rage the world from time to time. But thankfully, none of them killed the entire popution.

  Pottery, fish-net fishing, hearths, flooring, seed stockpiling, grindstones, sleeping areas with grass bedding. As the humans ate better, their brains grew rger. Each generation brought something new. At times, Marshall met the grandfather, son, and grandson of the same bloodlines.

  Finally, near twenty-three thousand BCE, humans started domesticating grey wolves which soon became dogs.

  Degciation started to occur. The sea level started to rise. And right about that time, the human poputions actually started to look more like modern humans throughout Eurasia. With that, advanced music, the first string instrument was created, once again, in his honor, to pray to him.

  Around that time, as Marshall flew over what would become Jordan, he smelled something fantastic from a human settlement. As soon as he nded, the humans hoarded around him, eted, sang for him, prayed to him, and presented him with their new food—baking bread. It was very crude, but it was actual bread.

  It didn't taste that good, but it was something at least. He loved it and taught them how to add honey to it to add fvor.

  But as the years passed, Marshall started to see humanity slowly take its natural path. He saw mass-scale violence between tribes and settlements in modern-day Sudan. But also more methodological dance forms in Sicily and in India.

  "YES! FINALLY! Marty, let's get high!"

  In twelve thousand BCE, while climbing a mountain just for shits and giggles somewhere in East Asia, he found cannabis in possession of a small settlement. He showered them with gifts, tools, food, and clothing, and gained a pretty hefty shipment of the good stuff.

  For five whole years, Marshall and Marty didn't come out of their new cave-dwelling somewhere in the Himayas. They smoked all of it, and only then came out searching for more, only to find that old settlement gone.

  Around that time, he went back to his very old settlement in Turkey. It was still carved in that mountain, covered in dirt, and looked much different. He refurbished it and cleaned it for a living, liking the warm weather there.

  But then he found something outrageous. The nearby rge settlement had erected his statue. It was a much better representation this time, depicting him and Marty, riding the T-Rex. It was so beautiful that he gifted the settlement the technique of preserving meat. They vowed to make an even bigger statue.

  He didn't give a damn, still searching for more good stuff and that busty Gaea.

  Also, he found an issue. It was getting harder to feed Marty, and he couldn't find Wooly Mammoths anymore. It appeared that humans had already hunted them to extinction. So, Marshall made it his mission to find some of the remaining ones and domesticate and breed them in North America where grass was plenty.

  He was successful and even inducted a tribe of humans to work for him, and help him domesticate the animals. In return, he gave them stability and protection. He erected them a rge, walled settlement with a moat around it and a shit ton of traps to keep them safe.

  Their only job was to protect and breed the mammoths.

  What Marshall didn't realize was that he became one of the major factors in why humans started agriculture. As the tribe he hired had nothing to do, they developed and learned how to grow wild barley and oats. God knows how, but it slowly spread around the world. Some settlements learned to grow food and others perished.

  With the dawn of agriculture, hunters and gatherers had no reason to keep moving. Hence, rge, truly rge vilges started to form. Close-knit communities with specified roles, based around praying to various gods, and the one supreme, the god who rides the dragon.

  As humans grew more expressive and artistic, and as it became easier to spread information, Marshall's existence started to become more well-known. Across the world, Temples of the First Man started to rise, in different styles, but all depicted a rge, tall, strong man, with a massive beast sitting beside him, under him, or curled around him.

  First Man, God of Gods, First God, Fire God, Thunder God, Beast God, Great Gifter, Great Teacher, the names they gave Marshall were endless. But one name Marshall liked more than others—First Man.

  It was right and factual, after all. So, he taught humans around the world to use that name instead. By doing that, he gave a lot of fuel to those future ancient alien theorists to wonder why all global cultures prayed to the same god and used the same name for it.

  Once again, shenanigans of a bored man aged a hundred million years.

  By eight thousand BCE, humans had started to domesticate goats and sheep. So, he visited a different settlement each night for a feast and ate some nice meat, and in return, he taught them the art of seasoning the food, while also listening to their struggles and issues. He helped where he could, but only when it wasn't too bothersome.

  Still, often, he found some remarkable humans. Humans who asked him questions like "What are those shining dots in the stars?" "Why can't we breathe under the water?" "Why do we need to sleep?"

  Such intelligent people, Marshall would grab them and bring them over to an isnd off the West coast of the future America. The pce he had chosen to hold onto for eternity as his permanent home. It was a decent-sized isnd, and he had gathered a lot of materials there over millions of years. Gold, diamonds, bones, pelts, and god knows whatever he found. He clearly had a hoarding problem. All his caves across the world were filled with random things, except intelligent humans.

  He grabbed men and women of high caliber from across the world and made them live together, breed, and raise kids. He wanted to see how intelligent he could make humans in a controlled environment by selectively choosing the most intelligent ones.

  Sure, it was fucked up. But he was their god, and he didn't force them in any way.

  Around the same time, continental ice sheets vanished from Europe and North America. Animal domestication and agriculture spread widely. Modern wheat, domestication of cats, and selective focus on vegetables became common.

  Corn also appeared somewhere in Mexico. It looked very different from what Marshall barely knew, but he loved eating it all the same. He barely had to work for it. He would just visit a settlement, see what they had, and teach them recipes to cook.

  And then, further south, potatoes appeared. Marshall was on cloud nine, loving it absolutely. But he never took crops to share them with other settlements. He left those things to spread on their own.

  Soon, in China, they started domesticating pigs, and he taught them the art of bacon. With that, he started having a nice breakfast regurly. Fruit juice, eggs, and bacon, treating the entire world like his kingdom.

  Yet, for some reason, they all loved him. He was just a freeloader who killed Deviants and other aliens, or otherworldly threats that would arise. He already knew that fucking Mephisto was behind all that sex chant in his head. So he knew that a lot of dark things were going around in the world. He helped the humans with that from time to time.

  By mid-six thousand BCE, he saw humanity resemble more and more modern times. Among various rge settlements, the privileged and elite csses began rising. Mining became a thing as well. And, migrations started to happen from the Middle East to the northwest, spreading farming throughout Europe. Sea voyages also started happening across the Mediterranean to North Africa.

  Languages started to become more complex.

  "RICE! Marty, you're gonna love this one!"

  Once again in China, in search of more good stuff, he found rice instead. It was the crude version, so he taught them how to process it and get that white rice.

  And just like that, it was the advent of the Copper Age.

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  Five thousand BCE.

  "Ah! Ah! Yessss… Oh! Bless me… Please… Ooooooh!"

  Marshall plowed into the busty woman, jumping on his p while he suckled her fantastic, big tits, one at a time. Her curvaceous back arched back, her head fell, and her long brown hair dangled freely. The dirty, wet squelches took over the rge room built underground.

  Her soft flesh rippled with every pounding thrust, each bounce of her body on his cock sending shockwaves through her supple curves.

  Marshall's thick arms worked her like a doll, lifting and dropping her with obscene force, yet with perfect control.

  She moaned like a woman lost, eyes cmped shut, her back arched into a deep, trembling curve. Her hips smmed down on him again and again, wet sps echoing off the stone walls, while her luscious tits swayed and jiggled like they had a rhythm of their own. She didn't just cry out, she worshiped. Every moan was a hymn to his strength, to his cock, to the god who had cimed her.

  "Mmmmmm! I… I waited for this… for so long… Yes!"

  "Did you?" Marshall popped her nipple out of the mouth and looked at her beautiful face, her lips he'd already suckled to bruise. "Then take it… all I have to give. Come on your god's cock!"

  "Oh! Bless me, please! Oh god of all… the First Man… take me-eeeeh!"

  With a sudden surge, Marshall wrapped her up in his arms and threw her down beneath him, his body smming into hers in the primal, dominating rhythm of a conqueror. Her legs spread wide beneath his heavy, carved form, and his cock smmed into her soaked slit with the weight behind it.

  Her pussy, freshly broken in and still shivering from climax after climax, welcomed him greedily, clutching at every inch of him like she couldn't bear to lose contact.

  "Hah…" Marshall smmed into her hard, pressing her hot body down with his weight, his spread knees spreading her legs wider as he plundered her pussy like a god ciming his right, and he did just that.

  Her entire body began to convulse, legs trembling violently, toes curling as her climax took her like a divine seizure. Her cunt cmped down around him with desperate, fluttering squeezes, milking his cock, trying to pull him deeper.

  "Aaaahhhh!!" She screamed. A raw, breaking cry of sacred bliss. Her juices soaked his shaft in a flood of honey-slick nectar.

  Marshall watched her through it all, breathing hard. Her face was divine in its own right; slightly tanned skin flushed a dark pink, her soft brows twitching in ecstasy, her light brown eyes fluttering between rolling back and locking on his face with dazed devotion. He missed this. A woman unbroken, willing, needy. His kind of worship. His kind of fun.

  "There… have it all… all that I have to give."

  "Oooohhh!!" she cried out again, voice cracking, legs locking tightly around his waist like a trap. She cwed at his back and pulled him down, needing his weight, needing to be crushed under his heat and presence. Her tits squashed under his solid chest, the contact almost unbearable. Her whole body trembled as she took every inch he gave.

  That was when Marshall came. He exploded inside her without restraint. He didn't hold back, didn't warn, didn't care. He buried himself to the hilt and pumped her full of hot, thick godseed. Rope after heavy rope spttered deep inside her, coating her raw, sensitive walls with a flood of creamy release. He stayed in her, letting their fluids mix, letting his cock twitch again and again until her womb was steeped in white.

  Spent, he dropped his body over hers, the heat of him pinning her down completely. His lips found hers, flushed, swollen, and parted. He kissed her deeply, tasting the sex, the reverence, the submission.

  "As beautiful as ever, Aerisa."

  The girl giggled back and showered kisses all over Marshall's face. She kissed him with reverence for he was THE God to her and her people.

  Marshall relished that sensation. He was on the isnd off the west coast of future America. He considered it his best decision to gather the most intelligent humans and bring them to his home isnd, what would in the future be called Santa Cruz Isnd, off the coast of California.

  Now, two thousand years ter, many generations after, the popution had reached over five thousand, and all of the residents were the smartest humans Marshall knew. Sure, not as smart as future humans, but they were smart. He didn't help them at all and let them figure everything out.

  They did just that. They figured out a writing system. They figured out the stars. They featured basic science as well. They started processing food, and minerals for iron, learned how to make steel and wheels, and how to make intricate clothes.

  Of course, the popution was also absolutely beautiful as they received the best diet anywhere in the world. They were also much taller than the average current global popution, with average male height reaching five foot nine, and average female height reaching five foot five.

  Since he had grabbed their ancestors from around the world, they had all sorts of features. East Asian faces, tanned skins, pale skins, different eyes and hair color. And of course, they still prayed to him as the First Man, the Supreme God of Earth.

  Dinoism, they called the faith, as they believed that Marshall ended the predators of the Jurassic era and brought life to the new world where humans could live. They devoted their lives to advancements and their God.

  On the plus side, Marshall no longer suffered from raging hormones and no company in bed. He only ever picked women from his isnd as they were simply the most beautiful. But he was no raging fool, and mostly picked windows so there was no leftover resentment from the male popution. And the best thing about widows was that they came in all ages, shapes, and sizes. Milfs and young ones, all.

  To erase any possibility of resentment, he even made it a religious aspect that God has the duty to care for all the widows.

  But at the same time, Marshall created a culture where he picked a virgin maiden every fifty years and took her along on world adventures. He ignored all the girls with lovers, no matter how beautiful. But since he was so romanticized as a God, usually, the most beautiful girls on the isnd kept themselves pure and untouched in hopes of being picked by their God.

  This time, it was Aerisa, a twenty-year-old, stunning brunette. She was on the shorter side, just five-two, but her face was enough to be a Hollywood superstar of the century, her bust perfectly rge, and her hips just delicious.

  "Shall I… prepare myself for tomorrow, your Godship?"

  Marshall chuckled at the word they had decided to address him with. But he didn't refuse that and hugged the beautiful girl against his chest. He had just emptied his balls inside her absolutely fertile cunt. But he knew the seed wouldn't bear him any fruit.

  He had bedded and creampied dozens of women by now, and none ever got pregnant. By now, he believed that his body composition had changed so much that he was no longer an ordinary human, and hence incompatible to breed. It had plus sides and downsides, but he didn't bother.

  "Who said I was done with you, Aerisa? Besides, we leave tomorrow morning. I have been gone for two hundred years now, some new civilizations must have taken birth out there." Marshall decred, and felt her cute hand start stroking his cock. Every movement her body made was as if to worship him.

  The truth was, there was nothing for her or any women he'd pick, in getting chosen by him. He kept them safe throughout his travels and bedded them whenever he liked. He wasn't even loyal and bedded other women he found absolutely beautiful out there around the world. But still, he was the only safe means through which women like Aerisa got to see the entire world.

  Getting to fly. Getting to ride a dinosaur. Getting to see the magical feats of her God. So, usually, when women like Aerisa grow old and return home, they tell exaggerated stories of their time with their God. The adventures, the pure pleasure of sex. In turn, those stories became facts, and women started desiring that adventure with their God.

  "Can't wait to see the world," she decred.

  "Well, first I'll have to empty myself in you again." Marshall shamelessly moved, and she obeyed. "Hands and knees."

  Instantly, she turned around and presented her raised rear to her God.

  Fucking worth it! A hundred million years of wait… aaaaah!

  Gently, he draped his cock in Aerisa's hot, battered pussy, burying himself in that beautiful cocksleeve that he would have unrestricted access to for years to come. A very small time for him, but a lot for her. Of course, he would also give her every piece of happiness he could give.

  Good times… indeed.

  ####

  Wheels changed pottery. Agriculture kept getting better and better. Knowledge of basic sciences like geology, physics, geometry, and astronomy increased. Human fertility was rising constantly. And at st, Marshall actually saw the birth of early cities. Three thousand houses gathered together, but they still cked social hierarchy.

  But he watched the change as well, slowly at first. He watched the first wagons being made, he watched plows being invented to till the soil. He watched the domestication of horses and… he found cacao trees in the upper Amazon. That, he gifted to his lovely people of Dinosia, that isnd west of America, named after him, the God.

  He wanted them to study chocote and work on it, try mixing it with sugar that they had just started producing with the sugarcane he had gifted them previously.

  And then, he found himself in Mesopotamia. He was there to kill the Deviant infestation, but then he saw the massive spaceship in the sky, slowly descending. He quickly hid himself at that sight and waited to see who it was.

  Sadly, his memory was so fucked up that he just couldn't remember all the events of the Marvel universe. He knew some characters, the famous ones, but most others were just flickering hints in his head.

  Good thing I left Marty near the city. Boy's too hard to hide.

  From hiding, he watched the sea-side human settlement being saved by the aliens that looked too human. And to his utter confusion, they looked too extra in everything they did. Jumping around, flying, shooting sers from eyes, superspeed, and all that stuff.

  Jesus Christ! These fuckers are weaker than my boy Marty! Struggling to even kill a damn Deviant?

  In his defense, he had always just burned them with his cosmic fire. Besides, he had Odin's strength.

  Very slowly, slower than Marshall's patience, he watched the group of ten finish off the Deviants that weren't even half their numbers. Absolutely pitiful in his eyes.

  And then, they reappeared on top of the cliff, presenting themselves to the popution of a few hundred humans who prayed to Marshall directly.

  Woosh!

  "Hold up!" Marshall jumped out from behind the rock just then, furious. He stormed forward, his steps hard, his fur cloak fluttering in the wind. "You fucking aliens! The first thing you do is mind-control my people?!"

  Lacking fear, shame, and common sense, Marshall stormed forward, passing through the crowd of humans. He soon stood at the front, directly facing the ten aliens, who stood up in an arrowhead formation like it were some superhero lineup.

  "Great! We've got the entire circus." Marshall commented and pointed at the absolutely curvaceous woman standing in the middle, likely the leader of the group. She was draped in golden and blue attire, with a headgear akin to a crown. Her skin was light dusky, her eyes dark, same for her hair, and the rest was just… "You Milf-shaped woman! Who are you?"

  "..."

  Silence lingered between them all for some time. The woman in the middle looked to the side at a young boy.

  And then, that young boy raised his hand towards Marshall.

  What the hell's he doing now? Trying to grope me with ai—Ah!

  And just then, he felt it. Something tried to touch his brain and enter his mind. He instantly cshed against it and brutally tore apart that attempt. He inherited his skills with his first love, Firehair, after all.

  "Aaaaargh!"

  "Druig!" The busty woman rushed over as that young boy fell to his knees, clutching his head.

  Marshall scoffed at the sight and spat on the ground. "Bastards! Trying to mind-control me? I'm giving you five seconds—Who are you and what do you want? Answer me or we throw hands."

  Bam!

  Before Marshall could start counting, the tall, broad-bodied alien lunged at him with his fist out. Marshall didn't even flinch and grabbed the alien's fist like it was a weightless toy.

  "So we're throwing hands? Love it!" Marshall boomed and punched the alien man's face with his full force.

  BOOM!

  The punch quite literally shattered the sound barrier and boomed. Then it struck the man, and before long, the alien was bsted off into the sky to fall far into the sea.

  "Gilgamesh!" The blonde alien shouted in worry and lunged at Marshall again. She summoned a golden spear in her hand and aimed it. She was fast and looked fierce.

  But Marshall was the opposite of her. He was instead admiring her, absolutely awestruck by her beauty. She was the opposite of that busty alien. This one was slender, agile, and just the perfect one to bend around in godly ways.

  "Oh?!" Marshall raised his hand before she could reach him. He didn't use mind control, but simple telekinesis to lock the woman's body in midair. She grunted and tried to move around, but she couldn't.

  And by then, Marshall was upon her. He looked at her face from up close and instinctively raised his hand towards her pale face. He caressed her chin and used mind control to see who the aliens even were. But it was hard to read her, her memories were all jumbled up, constantly shuffling.

  "Ugh… Damn, I gotta say, some of you guys are actually pretty hot. Won't mind taking you dies to dinner but this one's…" He focused on the blonde. "Gorgeous. But she's fucked up in the head."

  Bam!

  So, he kicked the blonde in her stomach and sent her flying just like the previous guy.

  "Who's next?"

  "I'll sh—"

  Before the ser-eyed alien could fly, the busty alien once again rushed to the middle and even dared to step closer to Marshall. She raised her hands forward, waving them, suggesting she meant no harm.

  "Alright, pretty privileges. I'll hear you. Answer me, who are you and why are you here?"

  "I'm Ajak." The busty woman replied. "We are the Eternals. We're here to help humanity fight against the deviants."

  "Eternals?" Marshall crossed his arms and tried to think deeply. "Hmmm… Wasn't that DC? Ugh, should've asked Odin for some memory magic, well sex helps too but… Goddamit, I'm getting sidelined again. Eternals, hmmmm… Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Who sent you?"

  "No one. We are Eternals, we travel the universe to stop the Deviants from destroying civilizations."

  She's got that whole milf, maternal vibe going on. Marshall checked out the woman instead. He was no man at that point, just a modern-day barbarian who thought with his fist and cock most of the time. With an unhealthy obsession with dying.

  "Sure, I wouldn't mind getting crushed between those thighs—Ah! Said that out loud." He cursed himself and focused on the woman again. "Alright, Ajak, do whatever you want. Just—no mind control. Humans aren't toys. They're barely housepnts with opinions, but they're mine to watch rot. And don't try me. The st thing that did ended up a fossil."

  Ajak looked left and right at her team members and eventually nodded.

  "And who are you?"

  "Me? I am the First Man, Marshall S. Grant—This world has been my home for a hundred million years. I've watched these people go from rodents to chimps and now this. They're like kids I kicked out at eighteen—don't care much, but damn, I love 'em. Especially the gorgeous dies with fire in their eyes."

  "..."

  Ajak was confused. She wasn't aware of a creature like Marshall living on Earth. She had studied everything and failed to find any mention of him. If he was that old, it made no sense that Arishem the Judge wouldn't know it.

  "Marshall S. Grant, I formally greet you as Prime Eternal Ajak, the leader of my community." Ajak greeted him formally. "We hope to get along in the fight against Deviants."

  "Ah, those buggers are nothing." Marshall took to the sky all of a sudden. "Anyway, since you guys killed them, my work is done here. Let's meet up for a nice dinner date sometime. I gotta bounce, Marty's probably scaring the hell outta people again. Cute as a hatchling but humans freak out over everything with scales these days… Damn, I really need to find him a mate. Been single since the K-T event."

  Once again, mumbling to himself, Marshall flew away.

  Left behind, the Eternals finally rexed and gathered around Ajak. By then, Thena and Gilgamesh also returned from their trip into the sea.

  "Are you hurt?" Ajak asked them with worry.

  "No," Gilgamesh replied and looked at Thena. "You?"

  "I'm well."

  "What is he?!" Druig loudly asked just then, veins still popping on his forehead. "I couldn't enter his mind at all. The pushback was so intense… If I wasn't careful, my head would have exploded."

  "He entered my mind with ease," Thena added.

  "And I felt weak as an insect against him." Gilgamesh joined. "Who is he, Ajak? There was nothing about him in the information."

  Frowning, Ajak nodded and put a hand on her chest. "I'm confused as well. But I'll have the answers soon."

  She went away from the group and used the celestial communication sphere to urgently contact Arishem the Judge, the Prime Celestial, the being behind the creation of the first sun.

  In a blink, Ajak found herself hovering in front of the head of the celestial that was alone as rge as a pnet. A being they couldn't even comprehend. But it wasn't her first time speaking to the mighty being. She expined everything that had transpired.

  "...We were powerless against him. He can fly, he can overpower us, physically and mentally."

  "Him… Yes, we know of him."

  "We?" Ajak frowned.

  "A million years ago, the first host came to Earth to judge its destiny. The heroes stood firm and proved their worth. Their future stretches limitless, even against the Horde. This human you named—he surpasses all known limiters of existence. We watch with intent as he rises toward his fate. One day, he may take my pce... or go beyond. He is no enemy. Embrace him, Ajak."

  Shocked that even the Celestials were interested in that man, Ajak nodded and lowered her head in respect. With that, the figure of the Celestial disappeared, and she found herself standing in pce.

  He can be a Celestial someday? She questioned the possibility of that happening.

  She was well aware of how Celestials were born. And that was the thing. They were born, not evolved out of some lesser being.

  "He is no enemy." She finally addressed the Eternals. "When next we meet him, offer respect—and friendship. He can kill us. He will, if he must. And he is allowed to."

  Most were confused. But those who felt his strength firsthand just nodded.

  As for Ajak, she hoped to meet him much sooner.

  ####

  The thought of Eternals had completely vanished from Marshall's mind. He was busy scolding Marty while flying on the wooden raft, taking the dinosaur back to Dinosia as a punishment.

  "Man, you horny bastard! Just because you thought the house was shaped like a dinosaur you jumped on it to fuck it? Are you blind?"

  "Grrrroooo~"

  "Don't give me that bullshit! You destroyed the damn house! Now they're gonna write some ancient scripture that their supreme god sent divine punishment in the form of his steed's cock? Fuck! It's embarrassing. I know you're horny, but control it, bud. I did it for a hundred million years! And besides, I asked Agamotto to find you a T-Rex female with his time-stone and bring it over."

  "Hufff~"

  "Don't you snort at me. It takes time. He can't just go back and bring you a wife. He's gotta find a full damn skeleton, then wind back the clock millions of years. Do you know how rare that is? And you know what he asked me in return? A favor. An unknown favor, even after I told him the secret behind infinite life. Do you know how dangerous that is? What if he wants me in his bed? I'm the most handsome god this rock's ever seen—what happens to my reputation then?"

  Marty rolled his eyes. "Grrr-rrrfff!"

  "Say that again! You fucker! How dare you call me retarded! I know I'm fucked up, but it's not that bad! And you ain't better—house fucker!"

  Woosh!

  Marty suddenly tried to push Marshall off the flying raft. But in doing so, the raft got overturned and Marty started falling down from ten thousand feet in the sky.

  "Hahaha! You dumb shit! I can fly, you can't!"

  There was horror in Marty's big eyes.

  "Raaaaaaaa!" Marty screamed.

  But just in time, Marshall came flying and scooped Marty back on the flying raft. "Man, I love you too much to let you die like that. Let's call it a truce, and no horny!"

  "Huff."

  Marty instantly agreed.

  Once again, Marshall returned home and chose another willing maiden for himself. At that point, he had to. The people would freak out otherwise, ciming that god has given up on them, and he has abandoned them. Heck, once they almost committed mass seppuku but he thankfully returned in time. He sure scolded them and killed the nutjobs who had gotten too religious and fanatic.

  This time, his taste demanded someone curvy, someone full, like that busty alien. So, ignoring all the girls in their twenties, one even just nineteen, he went for a thirty-year-old ripe dy, five foot half tall, beautiful honey blonde hair, big blue eyes, and a body to die for. Of course, a virgin maiden, a rare one since most girls just give up after turning twenty-eight.

  And seriously, he had the most fun with her in a long time. She revealed that she practiced sucking on a wooden, polished prosthetic, and hence, now gave the best blowjob known to mankind.

  Her full body was a temple that he worshiped plenty with his cock. Though she probably considered him as her temple, and she was allowed to be touched by it. For five days and six nights, he rammed her countless times, bruised her body, a true barbarian fucking with no filters and breaks. She loved every bit, and he just loved spilling in her fantastic, tight pussy.

  While he indulged in hot delicacies, the world kept moving. The Eternals did what they came to do.

  Time went on.

  The Bronze Age arrived.

  Not for the Dinosia, they were already in their Cssical Era.

  ###

  It had been two thousand years since the Eternals had arrived. It was now three thousand BCE, and they had made Babylon their home base. They lived there, they invented there, and they taught humans there.

  Ajak was busy managing the Eternals, trying to ensure they didn't interfere too much with humanity's progress. Somewhere inside, she had started to grow a soft spot for them. Being the only one who knew the true purpose of their visit, she wasn't sure about the end goal.

  But her loyalty remained unquestionable. She was still working as per the instructions.

  Beep!

  "Ajak! There's someone flying above us!" Phastos warned her as he worked the hovering screens. "It's him!"

  Ajak's eyes shimmered briefly, then softened with resolve. "I will face him myself. None shall interfere. You remember my warnings—heed them well."

  As everyone turned serious, Ajak left the ship they had hidden under the massive building in Babylon. Since she couldn't fly, she went to the roof of the building that would one day be called the Hanging Garden.

  It was just her there in the middle of beautiful, refreshing greenery. She looked up and found the same man hovering, hadn't aged a single day, and his attire was exactly the same as before.

  "Greetings!" She voiced loudly to grab his attention and then watched him smoothly descend right in front of her. His eyes instantly leered over her entire body, from her face to her chest, to her waist. Those eyes, she wasn't a stranger to them. The same eyes that Ikaris had when looking at Sersi. But this man's, they were more intense, more hungry.

  Perhaps he can… change things.

  Ajak wasn't well in thoughts anymore. She didn't know what she exactly wanted, but she wanted things to be different this time. She was impressed by humans and somewhere inside her mind, she wanted to preserve them.

  "Heh, gotta hand it to you—this hanging garden's a damn masterpiece. I wouldn't mind getting the designs. I'll make my people make a replica."

  Those eyes. Ajak felt his gaze refusing to look anywhere but her chest.

  "How have you been? It's been a long time since our st meeting." Ajak tried to speak calmly and respectfully.

  Marshall cracked a grin. "Hell, you even nailed that hot accent. What is this, some kind of contest to charm me? 'Cause if it is, consider me thoroughly seduced."

  Ajak chuckled, having never met a human like him yet. So open, overt, and free, with no care at all. Doing what the heart desires, saying what the mind wishes. It was a level of freedom she could never imagine to have. She had a purpose.

  "You spoke of dinner, once," Ajak said, her voice calm but warm. "It is not yet night—but walk with me. Let us share a meal."

  "Sure, lead the way."

  Ajak turned around and started walking, all the while well aware of where Marshall's gaze was focused. And seriously, she shook her hips even more at that. There was a sense of hierarchy when meeting humans, so she never bothered with their flirting. But Marshall was a being no different from herself, perhaps even higher.

  I won't get another chance like this.

  ####

  She thinks I'm a fool?

  Marshall followed her into the spaceship. He noticed how she swayed those absolutely bombshell asscheeks in that long, regal dress. He knew she did that on purpose, and he knew she was trying to seduce him.

  It was actually working. But he feared nothing and followed her to see where it would all take him.

  "Here." She slid the door open with quiet grace. "This is my room. No one will interrupt us while we discuss here."

  What sort of discussions? Top lips or bottom lips?

  "That's great." He pyed along and took a seat at the table. The room was wide, mostly bck walled with some stone-like furniture here and there. There were also golden utensils on the table, and at one corner was a rge bed with bck sheeted bedding.

  He had a goal behind his visit. He had met Agamotto for Marty's wife's update. The old sorcerer living off sucking Dormammu's energy revealed that the Eternals were on Earth not for noble deeds but for a specific mission.

  Since Marshall didn't remember much, he came over to find out for himself. Sure, if he got to taste the divine fruit in the process, there was no harm.

  Soon enough, food came automatically on the table, appearing on the ptes.

  "Come, share this meal with me. All of it was grown here, in the heart of the city." Ajak smilingly sat opposite him, but her attire had changed subtly.

  Her regal dress no longer had sleeves, and the neck area had also become wider, revealing her creamy, dusky cleavage of those jutting, heavy breasts. Her arms also looked rather soft and strong, with muscles and perfect meat there. Her crown-like helmet was also missing, revealing her wavy, long bck hair.

  I know where this is going.

  Ajak leaned forward to pour him water, and Marshall's gaze followed the movement like a predator.

  Her robes dipped just enough to let that deep, shadowed cleavage spill into view. Two rich, full slopes of dusky cream that begged to be marked. Her arms moved with gentle grace, yet held a strength beneath the softness, the kind of strength that could cradle gods or ride them into oblivion.

  Marshall's eyes traced her politely serene expression. A divine beauty, still holding her poise. But all he could think about was bending her over the table, letting those breasts swing heavy and free as he cimed her. He wanted to paint that perfect face white with his batter, watch her keep smiling even as it dripped from her chin.

  "So, how's your Deviant hunting going?" Marshall asked, eating the roasted meat on his pte. It was actually very tasty.

  "We have been successful. Few are left, and humanity is growing well."

  Growing well? Hmm… sounds like pigs being raised for sughter.

  "That's fucking great! They were a real pain in the ass, I tell you. Between fighting Deviants and Mephisto's freakshow, I'd take Mephisto any damn epoch. At least his monsters had manners. Deviants? Slimy little bastards. Tried domesticating one once—thing ate my iguanodon. Bastard didn't even chew."

  "..."

  She tried her best to ignore the part about domesticating a Deviant. It sounded outrageous, and it was. They could kill her and her team. Yet this man pyed with them. But more shocking was the mention of Mephisto. She was aware of who that being was, and how dangerous.

  "Mephisto?"

  "Yeah, slimy demon bastard. Tried to seduce me with chants of sex sex sex in my head for a hundred million years. Seriously, the little shit should have just sent a succubus to me and I'd have folded."

  "..."

  As the food mostly disappeared from Marshall's pte, Ajak started to feel rushed. She paced her eating to match his, and then finished faster than him to give him her entire focus.

  "So, you're that old? It must have been lonely."

  "Don't even start with that. Loneliness? Pfft. The real hell is the empty side of the bed. You can chase prey, mess around, and keep busy all day—but when night hits? That kind of loneliness digs deep, and no amount of hunting or noise kills it."

  Damn! Showing me the view willingly?

  Marshal noticed how Ajak leaned forward, and how tight her dress became. The deep neck stretched apart, revealing that beautiful, deep cleavage where he wanted to ram his face.

  "My kind have known the ages too. I understand what silence can do to a soul—how it erodes, slowly." Ajak replied and got off her chair, and walked closer to the bed. "That is why, in every world I walk, I seek those with strength. Those who might understand what it means… to endure. To be my friend."

  Going the pitiful lonely dy route? I'm in!

  Marshall also stood up and walked behind her. He could just feel it, she was purposefully showing him her back. Not turning to face him for a reason.

  "Sadly, I've only ever known this world, my friend." Marshall stood so close behind her that his chest was barely touching her back, and his hardened erection was softly poking her plump, round bottom.

  "Hmm… Then…"

  Ajak turned around abruptly, eyes flickering, and threw herself against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose up on her toes, pressing her body into his as her lips found his.

  There was no hesitation, only purpose. Her full tits crushed against his chest, her belly soft and warm, her mouth demanding.

  "Let's be each other's… anchor." She breathed and kissed him.

  This time, Marshall grinned, he didn't even try to hide it. His hands slid down her back and gripped her ass with two greedy palms, groaning softly at the feel of her. Fuck, she's thick.

  Her ass was plump and springy, the kind of ass made to bounce on a cock for hours. He could feel the heft of her tits pressing up into him. Massive, round, weighty things that strained against her dress. Just holding her felt like a reward after centuries.

  "And friends… who keep each other sane."

  He kissed her hard then, with the kind of brutal intensity that came from a man older than civilization. There was no finesse; just hunger, domination, fire. He twisted his tongue around hers, lips devouring hers with each breathless moan she gave him, like a beast feasting on the first warmth he'd known in a thousand years. There was no rhythm, no technique, just raw fucking greed.

  He drank from her mouth like it held power, sucking on her lips, tasting her tongue, rubbing his own against every inch of her hot mouth. He didn't kiss like a man, but a beast ready for its prey.

  Ajak moaned back into him, her voice a sultry hum of submission and hunger. She gave her tongue willingly, swirling and shing it with his, letting him tangle her up in that messy, heated kiss.

  And still, Marshall wanted more. He tightened his grip on her, fingers digging in as he hauled her closer and ground her into the iron rod tenting his trousers.

  "Umph…" She gasped into his mouth, thighs shifting, hips meeting his by instinct.

  She was strong, no doubt, but he met that strength with force of his own, reminding her who she had aroused.

  "Mmmmh… mmm…" she whimpered into the kiss, but her hands were already working, quick and sure. She uncsped his fur-lined cape and let it drop like a sin pelt to the floor. Her fingers went to his vest, tugging it open until it hung loose on his shoulders.

  "Clothes are restrictive, aren't they?" Marshall broke the kiss suddenly and took a step away from her. It was a quick break as he threw away his vest, then his belt, and finally his trousers and fur boots.

  He stood nude in full glory, his throbbing, veiny cock hard, his balls hanging eagerly waiting, his carved muscled torso ready for action.

  "I feel the same." Ajak, too, got rid of her dress. For her, it was a mere tap as the high-tech fabric just vanished from her body.

  "God! You're… more than what I imagined! Perfect!" Marshall licked his lips and hungrily gnced at her from head to toe.

  She was unreal. Thick and divine. Her thighs were plush, smooth, and strong; the kind of legs meant to ride men until they begged. Her belly was soft with a delicious yer of womanly flesh, perfectly kissable. Her tits… fuck, her tits were rge. Gravity-defying, full, and perky, with wheat-brown nipples that jutted proudly. Her pussy was bald, clean, and perfect. Slick folds shaped into a tight, juicy slit that peeked out between those meaty thighs like it was made to be devoured. She had the body of a queen, a goddess, a mother, a whore, all in one. And Marshall wanted every inch.

  "I got an idea, Ajak."

  "Anything, Marshall."

  Hah! Don't regret it ter.

  Chuckling, Marshall rushed closer to her and…

  "Oh!"

  He wrapped his arms inversely around her curvy waist and with a sly grin, lifted her entire body, and spun her around like she weighed nothing. Head down, feet up.

  "Ah!" She gasped in surprise.

  His strength was monstrous, terrifying in the best way. With Odin's strength pulsing in every muscle, Marshall hoisted her like a prize, completely in command, and her body welcomed every second of it.

  Despite her goddess-like power, Ajak had never felt so helpless in a mortal man's arms. Her plush, mature frame was lifted like a doll, and she couldn't stop the thrill that raced through her spine. It was dizzying and delicious. She wasn't Ajak the Eternal at that moment. She was a woman, aroused beyond reason, squirming in the grip of a man who could absolutely wreck her. This was what mortal women must've felt in the arms of warriors; powerless, wanted, and wet.

  As he stood tall, he spun her body until her plush thighs were cmped around his head, spread wide, squishing his cheeks with heat, her creamy legs trembling in anticipation. Meanwhile, below, her face dangled near his throbbing cock, her breath ghosting over his crown. He felt it all, but his eyes were locked on the glistening nectar between her legs.

  Her pussy; bald, the color of her skin, and so utterly divine—glistened with arousal. That plump, shining slit twitched for attention, folds already swollen and begging for him, her scent rich and intoxicating like sun-heated honey and lust.

  Marshall didn't care what kind of being she was; alien, goddess, whatever. That was a pussy, and it was made for his mouth. Just looking at her flushed folds made his cock twitch.

  He was drawn into them. Her folds parted like wet petals, her clit standing up like a swollen pearl, begging him to feast.

  So he dove in like a Neanderthal starving. Tongue shed through her folds, pping at her slick hole, sucking on her clit with ravenous need while holding her in the air like she were a doll. He didn't bother being gentle. He fucked her pussy with his mouth. Licking, slurping, groaning as he made a glorious, wet mess. His tongue circled her clit, stabbed into her hole, then fttened out to p up her juices in greedy swipes.

  Below, Ajak wasn't idle. She opened her mouth wide, taking his thick cock into her mouth as best she could. Her lips stretched, her jaw ached—he was just that fucking big. His cockhead alone stretched her lips taut, her throat clenching around him, but she sucked like a goddess on a mission. Drool spilled from her lips, her tongue swirling under the shaft, each bob making her messier, slurpier.

  Using her mouth was all she could do in that position as that man held her dangling, completely under his control. She felt attacked between her legs, his tongue so rough she felt on edge already.

  As she started gagging on his length, Marshall grinned through his mouthful of pussy and took a step. Then another. He walked, slow and deliberate until her back was pressed against the dark stone-like wall, her body still dangling, her mouth still stuffed full. Pinned. Helpless. Perfect.

  Now she couldn't move her head away from his thrusting cock. She was at his mercy, and that meant he could fuck her face without hesitation.

  He rammed his cock into her throat in slow, steady pumps, his balls spping against her forehead while his tongue never stopped working her pussy. He buried his face in her cunt, lips forming a tight seal over her clit as he sucked hard, sthering her with spit. He wanted to slurp the orgasm out of her, drink every drop she spilled. His tongue fucked, teased, flicked. His cock pounded her throat like a drill looking for gold.

  "Umh… ugh… ohhh!" Ajak moaned and gagged, her throat convulsing, her thighs squeezing his head tighter as that pressure in her core finally exploded.

  Her pussy quivered violently and released a gush of her warm nectar right onto his hungry mouth. Her climax hit like lightning, her entire body trembling, squirming against the wall.

  And Marshall drank her. Slurp after wet, filthy slurp. He didn't give a damn how dirty it was. He loved being buried balls deep in her mouth while he got to feast on her lovely slit. A god, a barbarian, an immortal man, shame had no space in his life.

  Her essence painted his chin, his nose, his cheeks. His mouth was drenched, glistening with her climax, and he fucking loved it. But he didn't let himself cum. Not yet.

  Not in that sweet mouth—he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

  She was still quivering when he peeled her off his cock and tossed her onto the nearby bed like a prize deer. Her flushed, soaked body hit the sheets with a gasp, her squeezable full tits bouncing as she nded.

  "You are… strong."

  "I'm just getting started." Marshall walks toward the bed, watching the plump, curvy woman crawl backward to rest her head on the pillow. But when she was settled, she smirked and spread her legs wide open. Those thick, creamy, hot legs he wanted to py with.

  "Proof?"

  He inhaled deeply through his nose, the scent of sex thick in the air, and crawled up onto the bed like a beast stalking his prize, settling between her legs. But he didn't plunge in. No, not yet. Instead, he lowered himself like a slow, hungry lion and dove onto those magnificent, dusky breasts.

  They were warm, cloud-like in his hands, each massive globe begging to be worshiped. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, kneading with desperate reverence. He suckled one nipple like it was a source of life, his lips tched and tongue flicking over the hard nub in messy circles. He bit it, suckled harder, and then moved to the other. His mouth left wet trails of saliva, his jaw working greedily.

  "Oohhh–Marshall!" Her nipples swelled in his mouth, and he sucked as if he could draw moans from her very soul.

  Once her tits were flushed and tender, he moved lower, settling between her legs. He sat upright on his knees, his cock bobbing proudly, then positioned the thick head right at her twitching pussy. He didn't rush. Instead, he rubbed his tip against the slick folds, savoring how the heat of her made his cock throb wildly.

  Then he pressed inward, breaching her tightness.

  Goddamn…

  It was like slipping into a velvet, tight, glove. Her pussy gripped him with maddening precision. She wasn't just tight, she knew how to squeeze. Controlled contractions rippled along his shaft as if her cunt had a mind of its own.

  Her inner walls wrapped around him like a heavy grip as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His cockhead squeezed in, then halfway into heaven, then finally balls-deep in that scorching hot pool. It was pure bliss. But then he noticed the truth.

  He looked at her. Her face was scrunched tight, those elegant lips pinned between her teeth. Her knuckles twisted the bedsheets, and her breath hitched in ragged bursts.

  Not that easy, is it?

  A slow grin curled on Marshall's face. He grabbed her plush thighs with both hands from the outer sides, her skin soft and warm under his fingers. Roughly, he pulled her higher and deeper onto himself.

  Her hips lifted as he dragged her onto himself as if trying to impale her on his cock harder. He pulled and pulled greedily until the slope of his kneeling thighs on the bed made her ass rise higher, leaving her entire back arched upwards. Her thighs soon slid over his own, parted sideways, her knees lifted beside him.

  "Ooooh!"

  She felt stretched. Her entire lower half angled upward like a prized offering. Her upper back, shoulders, and head were the only things touching the bed now. The rest of her was in his hands, her lower half nestled in his p, her pussy stretched and impaled.

  Literally, under his complete control.

  His cock shoved in deeper, her canal opened up straight and wider.

  Pp!

  "Aaaaah!"

  He drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust. The sp of their flesh echoed like a thundercp. Her entire body jolted, and his eyes locked on those glorious tits. They bounced like waves crashing in a storm; wild, uncontrolled, bruised from the earlier feasting. His cock was buried to the hilt, her soaked pussy sucking at him like it didn't want to let go.

  "Oh… Oh heavens! So big—Marshall!" Ajak's moans weren't muted anymore. They were cries torn from deep in her chest like she was feeling cock for the first time in her long, immortal life.

  Her voice shook as her pussy clung to him greedily, her lower back arching even higher, and her sweat-slicked tits bounced violently with every plunge of his cock.

  Marshall gritted his teeth and kept her lower half raised and pinned in pce. With her ass lifted and her upper back still on the bed, gravity made her tits tumble upward toward her face.

  Each massive, glistening breast jiggled like a wave crashing in slow motion, soft, heavy, golden-brown mounds thrashing so violently that they smacked her own chin. He fucking loved it. Every ripple, every bounce, every drop of sweat rolling off those shining melons just made him want to plow her harder.

  And harder he went.

  He fucked her like it was the st night in the universe. His hips smmed forward, each thrust brutally deep, wet, and fast. The friction, the slickness, it was like fucking inside a warm, endless pocket of heaven. Her walls hugged him with velvet ridges, juicy and slick with her nectar, squeezing with otherworldly precision. He had to slow down just to process the raw pleasure radiating up his cock, but he didn't. He couldn't. The tight squeeze, the wet slide, the loud squelching sounds, it was perfection.

  Marshall realized something then: He wasn't hitting the cervix. Not once. It was just… a slick wall. A perfect, bottomless pleasure tunnel.

  Do aliens not have wombs?

  Whatever the reason, he didn't care. She was made for this. Just soft ridges, tight grooves, and that addictive heat sucking him in like her pussy was designed to make him lose his fucking mind.

  He went feral.

  His thrusts grounded harder, sharper, every stroke delivered with brutal force. His abs flexed, sweat rolled down his chest, and he panted through his clenched jaw, muscles burning. He was superhuman, but even he was tiring now, teetering on the edge of orgasm, his balls drawing tight, his whole body screaming to explode.

  Wait… she's not human. If I finish inside her… Oh! Who cares!

  Fuck it. The thought snapped, buried by the tight suction of her cunt and the white heat shooting up his cock. There was no stopping it. His body had already decided.

  He smmed in one st time and unloaded.

  A hot eruption burst from him, thick and primal. Ropes of seed shot deep into her endless depths, his cock pulsing hard as he pumped her alien pussy full of so much baby batter it started to leak out around the seal of her swollen pussy lips. But his cock stayed buried, plugging her up as more gushes spilled inside her, flooding her inner sanctum.

  And that heat—that did it for her.

  "Oooooooh! Marshall! Yes!"

  Ajak cried out with a guttural moan as her back arched like a drawn bow. Her thighs cmped around his waist, her cunt clenching in rippling spasms. Her climax crashed down like a tsunami. Her pussy churned him, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy, and she came, hard—on his pulsing cock, drowning in bliss.

  Marshall stayed deep. He didn't move. His cock remained plugged tight inside her cum-filled pussy, sealing everything in. They rode the aftershocks together; bodies twitching, skin hot, breaths shallow and rapid.

  Slowly, slowly, their chaos cooled.

  Marshall let himself colpse forward, face sideways on her tits, his cheek pillowed by that warm, honey-soft flesh.

  Her chest rose and fell beneath him, and her fingers found his hair, stroking softly, gently. Maternal in instinct, sensual in comfort.

  Just then, calming, his cock slipped out, and he felt a volcano of hot juices drip out of her pussy and make a mess.

  Damn… even her aftercare is fucking milfy, not just vibes.

  He chuckled quietly, almost delirious, hands zily fondling her swollen tits as they y tangled and sticky in sweat. He kissed one nipple, tasted her skin, and let out a long, satisfied breath.

  "If I can do this… every day." Marshall panted on top of her. "I'll forever be… sane."

  "Heh… I feel the same, Marshall."

  She does? That's great.

  "Stay here for a while. I'd love to introduce you to the others." Ajak suggested, wishing to keep him there so their bond could grow.

  That blonde one was nice. Man, alien pussy is fantastic.

  Both had different reasons. So, Marshall decided to stay.

  "Sure."

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  Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!

  "What's happening? Why can't we prune it?!"

  "We don't know, Ma'am. The timeline's been altered—but it still registers as the Sacred Timeline. We've located the anomaly, but removal isn't an option. He's still reading as a natural occurrence."

  Rebecca Tourminet frowned deeply as she stared at the screen, showing a fully red timeline. It was the Sacred Timeline. There were no branches forming from it. But it looked red, meaning it was changed. It was chaos all across TVA. "That's impossible! Do we have a reading on the anomaly?"

  "No, ma'am. There's no anomaly in the signature. He's been anchored there for ages. The First Host sanctioned his presence."

  "Celestials!" Rebecca gritted her teeth in annoyance. "It must be their doing. But at his rate, the Sacred Timeline will… colpse?"

  She really wasn't sure. Other than the warning signs and the red color, nothing was different.

  "Ma'am? What should we do?"

  "Do what we know. Send Hunt—No! Send Agents, yes. Send Mobius and Paradox, both of them. Get them to physically assess the anomaly for an answer."

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