"G-Game?" Selene asked, trying to think of a way out. She had countless powers and abilities, but she just couldn't think of one to use. She felt a strange, inherent inferiority to the man. As if it were biological. No, it had nothing to do with her gender. No, it felt genetic somehow. As if a little calf before its apex predator.
"Go get me a hundred kilos of vibranium. One year. You do it, maybe I'll care enough to decide what's next. Fail… and I'll find you. I'll hunt you down. And make you my bitch—not the fun kind, but…" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, to where he'd burned bitch's body. "That kind. Crispy."
Selene's pupils blew out, and she found herself nodding strongly. She didn't know why she was doing that. Not even trying to kill the man first.
"I-I'll find it. Where do I bring it?"
"Tallest mountain in Egypt."
With that, Selene turned around and ran away like her life depended on it, which it actually did.
"You let her go, huh," Hela commented from behind.
Marshall shrugged and turned back to Marty. "Look, I'm a sucker for the pretty ones, alright? Can't fight it, especially the ones with nice racks. And hey, she wasn't lying. She did follow us."
Hela scoffed in disgust and crossed her arms.
Marshall couldn't give a damn and just went ahead and hugged Marty's big dinosaur head. And then, he knocked on his head.
"God damn, you fat lizard! Why'd you rage around the city? No more wine for you from now on."
"Grrrruf!"
"Really? Who just got their ass kicked now? If I hadn't wandered in, you'd be a smear. That's it, travel ban. We're done. We're hauling back. I'll drill some self-defense into you. Hela, conjure a fireball or a sandwich, I don't care—educate this twig."
"And why would I do that?" Hela asked back.
Marshall eyed her with a smirk. "Damn, I didn't know you loved working in the library that much."
"..."
"I shall teach him."
Chuckling, Marshall hovered his and Marty's bodies into the air and brought them out of that massive pit inside the temple. He finally let the broken slabs fall down after that.
From the surface, he walked out of the temple nonchalantly.
Thud! Thud!
"Ready the archers!"
Marshall paused, seeing so many Roman Praetorian Guards standing below the flight of stars, all holding long spears, and some archers present too. They had surrounded the entire exit of the temple.
"WRAAAAAAA!" Marty let out a fat roar at the crowd.
"Bahaha! Stop scaring them, you dumbass!" Marshall laughed when the Roman guards flinched and stepped back together.
But it was indeed an annoying thing to deal with. Still, not wanting to kill the people just because they didn't understand who he was, he chose to fly instead of walking. Using telekinesis, he hovered himself and Marty, and Hela used her own powers to follow.
"WAIT! Stand down! Wait… First Man! You're the First Man, aren't you?!"
Marshall looked down into the crowd of Romans and noticed one single man splitting through. The man looked regal in his purple toga embroidered with gold, and the inner tunic had gold embroidery as well. The Roman soldiers reverently parted to let the man through.
Interested, Marshall went down to meet the man. It was getting rarer and rarer for people to recognize him recently, so he was interested.
"You are?" Marshall asked as he landed on the ground with Marty on his side, looming over everyone. But the supposed beast was friendly, waving his little T-Rex arms at people.
Bearded, looking solemn, the man bowed his head first. "I am Marcus Aurelius Antoninus."
"Hmm… Doesn't ring a bell," Marshall said.
"I'm the Emperor, respected First Man."
"Congratulations."
"..."
A little awkward by how dismissive Marshall was, the Emperor spoke again. "I recognized you from your garments and features. I have read the ancient texts about you. The Egyptians wrote about you extensively. So did the Parthians. I have studied them."
Marshall scratched his beard. "And?"
The Emperor lost words at that point. He didn't really have anything to say. He was just excited to see the mythical being in the flesh. But then he remembered where they were standing.
"The temple… inside there…"
"The dog and the bitch? Don't worry about them, they're dead. Fuckers hurt my boy Marty here." Marshall scoffed and spat on the ground. "Well, good luck, Marcass."
Ignoring the weird way his name was taken, the Emperor couldn't stop smiling. "Those two threatened the soul of Rome, First Man. You've given us more than we dared hope for. Join me, let me host a feast in your honor! I heard you like fine wine."
"That I do," Marshall said and looked behind at Hela. Then, he looked at Marty. "I guess your training can wait. Alright then, feast it is! Lead the way, Marcass."
That name again. But the Emperor ignored it. He was just too delighted that Rome would no longer be a hostage to Romulus.
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What a fucking feast it was. So much food, so much wine. Marshall was like gluttony incarnate. He ate from dusk till dawn, and then repeated it. He forgot about teaching Marty since the feast just kept continuing day after day.
In between there were also orgies, and Marshall was only a human when it came to those things. Bedding ten Roman beauties at the same time was dreamy. Making all of them moan and sore by the morning, hot! And since he couldn't impregnate any human, he just battered their pussies with his sticky spill.
He didn't care who paid the bill. He enjoyed himself. He woke up with two mouths on his cock, and slept balls deep in his tenth pussy of the session. He really lived like an Emperor, and man, it was amazing.
It seemed, killing Romulus was that big of a deal for Rome. Heck, Marcus Aurelius was so impressed that the man officially changed the Empire's religion to Dinoism. Massive statues were built in his honor, and temples were made where men prayed for might and women prayed for fertility.
Funny enough, he couldn't get any of them pregnant in the first place. Not that he wanted to. He was just enjoying it. Wherever he went, fine women accompanied him, wearing loose stola that he could remove whenever he wanted. He banged them in the bath, he got sucked while eating, and the nights were as expected.
Even Hela got used to it. Not the sex, but the feast. She even received wedding proposals from men, but when the first guy lost all his teeth, they stopped. As for Marty, even he was prayed to by the Romans.
God of harvest, nature, earth, and health. Marty's massive statues were built in the capital and other major parts of the Empire.
Before Marshall knew it, two years had gone by, still in Rome. He'd completely forgotten about Selene, and he had a good reason for that. Somewhere in the middle of his second year there, Ajak came and decided to live with him.
From then on, he barely left his bedroom for more than half of his days. The woman was a creation of pure sexual goodness. Every inch of Ajak was soft, creamy, and so malleable. Molding her voluptuous breasts was a delight, and watching her ass tremble from his backshots was lovely, music inducing with those plaps and claps.
That night as well, he was in his third round with the slightly dusky woman, body melting against body, skin sweating as he rutted like a beast. She lay underneath him, and fuck, it was so good shoving her legs up and just slamming his cock, thrusts so powerful that a human woman would have just died.
"OOooooooh! Yes, yes, oh, dear! Marshall… You… godly man! Yes!"
Their bodies were fused, slick with sweat, groins crashing together in thunderous, primal rhythm. Ajak lay beneath him, creamy legs shoved up and folded so far that the back of her knees rested on his shoulders. Marshall loomed over her, a mountain of strength and sex, his thick chest pressing down against her thick thighs and squashing them into her trembling belly. She was breathless. Drenched.
And he was still going.
His mouth was latched onto her tits, sucking them with a hunger that bordered on savage. He wasn't gentle; he devoured her. With each suckle, he stretched her plush tits upward, warping their shape with his mouth alone. Her nipple, stiff, flushed, button-like, stood proud and swollen, begging for more of his teeth, his tongue, his worship. He flicked and sucked, drooled and groaned, switching from left to right like he couldn't get enough.
"Ffffuck… You taste like sex, Ajak…"
And all the while, he drilled into her. Hard. Deep. Brutal. His cock, prehistoric, primal, monstrous, slammed into her like he was trying to tear her in two.
She took every inch, every punishing thrust, like it was a gift. Her pussy was unreal. It clung to him like wet silk, snug but endless. Alien, almost, well, she was. He could hammer into her full-force, and she'd only moan louder, hips twitching upward to meet his strokes.
"Marshall—oh, my darling, my wonderful man!" Ajak cried out, her voice ragged and ripe with bliss. "You're going to ruin me—again! Yes! Yes! More!"
She praised him like a queen pampering her favorite beast. Her tone was maternal, thick with approval, like she was proud of how hard he was fucking her.
It only made him rougher.
"Good boy… oh, dear… yessss…" she moaned, loud enough for half of Rome to hear. Her heels dug into his back, her rippling thighs shaking, her breath caught every time he bottomed out with a wet, creamy slap. "Such a strong, filthy man..."
Marshall snarled through a mouthful of tit, his eyes wild, his cock relentless. "You keep… saying shit… like that, I'm gonna fuck you through the floor."
Squelch! Plap! Squelch! Plap!
The sounds were obscene. Wet, loud, rhythmic. A melody of skin and sweat and seed—thick, messy filth echoing off the walls of the Roman bedroom. The sheets were soaked. The air reeked of sex. And still… Marshall didn't stop.
He was buried in her, cock twitching with fresh hunger, even after filling her up twice already. The mess between them was beyond belief; hot, slippery, viscous. Every thrust churned the cream deeper inside her, stirred it around like molten lava, and it oozed out around his shaft in thick, white ribbons.
"Ahhhhh!!" Ajak squealed; high, broken. Her body trembled in his grasp, her legs still hooked over his shoulders, her magnificent bosom bouncing in time with every brutal thrust.
Marshall groaned, jaw clenched, arms flexing as he pinned her down with everything he had. "God, you're fucking fire… never gets boring fucking you!"
She was one of the few, the very few, who could take it all. Take him. All his size, all his strength, all the punishment he could deliver with that beastly cock of his. Most women would've tapped out after the first load.
Ajak? She just begged for more. Welcomed every inch, every ounce. Her pussy stretched, squeezed him. Wet, elastic, and so tight despite the gallons he'd already spilled inside her.
His hips pistoned faster. Harder.
And then—BAM!
The bed crashed beneath them. Legs gave out, frame collapsing with a deafening thud as they dropped a few inches. Dust flew up. Wood cracked. The entire thing buckled under the weight of their relentless fuck.
Marshall barely noticed. He didn't fucking stop.
"Ahhh—! AHH—! OH—MARSHALL!" Ajak's moan spiked, her voice shredded into pleasure.
He kept going. Using the sagging frame as leverage, his pelvis slamming against the underside of her thighs with wet, merciless claps. The noise was lewd as hell. Sheets clung to their sweat-slicked skin, and the slosh of overused, cum-drenched cunt echoed with every move.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
His mouth locked onto hers again. Tongue plunging in, desperate and wild. He kissed her like he needed it to breathe, like he was trying to fuck her through her lips too. She tasted like heat and heaven.
He pulled back only long enough to look down at her. At the flushed red of her cheeks, her mouth open in silent, choked moans, her eyes glazed and fluttering. Her expression was hot. So fucking lewd it made his cock throb harder inside her.
Everything about her was welcoming; her body, her sounds, her cunt. Every tremble beneath him made him want to keep going, ruin her more, push her until she forgot her own name.
Ajak met his gaze, her hands caressing the back of his head, fingers tangling in his damp curls. Her legs dangled uselessly in the air, bouncing with every thrust, her whole body quivering like jelly beneath him.
She tried to say something. "Yes… my wonderful man, my—"
Then it hit. Her hips bucked. Her mouth flew open. And her words melted into a long, aching cry of ecstasy. "—AaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her back arched off the broken bed. Her cunt clamped down hard, convulsing wildly, milking him in pulses. The moan kept going, loud and sharp, echoing off the walls, rolling through the air like thunder.
Marshall's grin widened; And he kept fucking her right through it.
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