"Ah! That, king! Damn, you're smart, Raven." Marshall grinned at the blue-skinned stunner like she was a loaded gun he wanted to kiss. "Anyway, hell if I know what you're jabbering about. But your boss? Yeah, I'm into that mystery meat. If that fucker or fuckeress can peek across realities, they better cough up some damn fine healing tricks, yeah? That's it! Skip along and drag me to your boss."
"He Who Remains?" Mobius asked.
"That's what he called? That's rich. But hey, I ain't judging, they call me First Man, hah!" Marshall barked, cracking up like a lunatic at his own joke. "But tell me, if you're the titsuckers deciding what reality gets to stay and what not, that means you're following a predecided script. You ain't letting nature take its flow. That means… holy fuck! Free will's a scam! Damn right, time terrorists is what you are."
Mobius frowned, trying to come up with a response. But really, he had none. They were indeed following a script. He just didn't know what that script was.
"I… will have to report to my boss if you plan to meet the boss of my boss," Mobius said.
"Do that."
With that, Mobius finished the lemonade and got off the stool. With a simple move of his hand and a device, an orange mirror-like portal appeared before him.
"See you later, Sir."
Once Mobius walked through it, the portal disappeared.
"You buy all that bullshit?" Logan asked from the side.
Marshall scoffed. "I'm a cocksucker if I did. Peeked inside the poor bastard's skull. Bloke's brain's chained tighter than a nun's snug slit. Them time terrorists got him hostage pretty much. He Who Remains, more like 'I sucked myself so hard I now love my own cum' or something. Someone's playing god. Know that sort. For the greater good and all that. 'Oh, sorry, your mum's gotta go cuz she sneezed at the wrong time.' Fucking bullshit."
"Then… all my life… I've been controlled?" Raven asked with worry in her yellow eyes.
Marshall shook his head and looked at Raven. "That ain't the game. Even that He-Who-Sucked-Himeself can't control that many heads, I guess. What he can choose is to kill you if you had coughed at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"That's terrifying."
"Eh, typical god-cosplaying fucker. I'll kill him eventually." Marshall shrugged, "Anyway, you free today? Helvar, that numbskull's been roaming for Inhumans. Hasn't sent word home. Hela's gonna start asking soon."
"I can go with you?!" Raven asked excitedly. "Let's go then."
Woosh!
But right then, that portal appeared again. Mobius once again came out.
"That was fast. We meeting the he-who-sucked?" Marshall got off his stool.
"Not that. Just remembered something I was supposed to tell you. Honestly, I don't even know what it means. I was just told to pass it along. So here it is: 'Out of the First Armament came the Celestials and the Aspirants. They fought, the Aspirants lost. The First Armament weakened, and the first multiverse rose. Now we're in the seventh, and the First Armament returns. His soldier's come to weaken Eternity. It's found a new weapon, a man of infinite potential. To capture him, the Celestial Destructor will arrive. You can't win this fight. You can't hide.' That's all of it. No clue what any of that's supposed to mean. My guess? Aspirants are kind of like Celestials, just... different flavor. Yeah, that's about it."
That portal hadn't even closed. Mobius just babbled and vanished again.
Marshall stayed frozen in place.
"What was all that?" Raven asked in confusion. She didn't even know what a Celestial was.
But Marshall did. He remembered the Celestial he had taken down with Firehair. The fucker was able to stand against the Phoenix Force while injured. And now, some ancient Celestial cousin was coming for him because his hot ass was too good to ignore?
"Means I've got another big, strong bastard to measure my dick with. But that's for later. First, we find Helvar."
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North Atlantic Ocean,
"So, let me get this straight. You tried to flirt with Queen Boltagon, and that's how you got caught?"
"Hell yes. Damn, I'd die happy tangled in that hair," Helvar shamelessly replied to his fellow prisoner in the secretive city of Inhumans, Attilan. "She could tie you up with it, and you'd thank her for the privilege."
"I thought I was insane until I met you," said another prisoner. "Who did you say your father was?"
"Ah, First Man. Should pop his holy ass in, any minute," Helvar replied, not worried in the slightest as he reclined against the wall of the cell, arms crossed behind his head. "Or Mother would go batshit again, and that's a nightmare he'd rather kiss a blade than see twice."
"You've been saying that for a year now."
Helvar sighed, shrugging. "Oh, relax. Pops is basically prehistoric. A year's just a sneeze for that fossil. He'll remember me when his brain finally unclogs, then they're all royally screwed. Though, to be fair, he's most likely out there right now trying to screw the nearest breathing thing. He's somewhat of a horndog."
The four prisoners who shared the cell with him looked at each other. Then they all asked the same question at the same time.
"And you're not?"
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Somewhere in Austria,
Helvar was right.
"So, who should I turn into?"
"What?" Marshall scowled like he'd heard the most heretic thing in the universe. He stared at the gorgeous woman before him, all nude like himself, her blue skin glowing, her breasts soft, fluffy, without a sag, her nipples tight and purple, same for her bald slit. Fuck she was a dream come true.
"I…" Raven muttered nervously, one arm crossing under her breasts. She looked down at his hardened length. "Well… I'm no virgin and… I've never done it looking like… this."
Marshall fumed at that insanity. "You serious? Holy mother of Jesus, that kind, kind woman. Girl, you're finer than the finest fine thing out there. You, right there, a walking fever dream for any man with half a working soul."
With that, Marshall strode closer to Raven and wrapped an arm around her hips. His other hand pinched her chin, lifting her face. "You look perfect the way you are. This… blue and purple, I'd sell my left eyebrow to keep looking."
Raven shyly looked into his eyes. She was very nervous and conscious of herself. She had a human shape, but her skin was different, her eyes were yellow, and her hair was red. She'd been called a demon before. Yet, the First Man liked her for who she was. And that was why he was the First Man, and why she was head over heels for him.
She'd been waiting for this moment for so long. Finally, she got the chance to take him to a castle in the region where she was born. And now they were in a chamber with a bed and no clothes on.
"Then… how about this?"
"Fuck!" Marshall cursed. Raven summoned tight white thigh-highs on her legs, a belt around her waist made of tiny skulls, and a tiny skull decorative piece on her forehead, right at the start of her hairline in the very middle. "Like the perfect amount of spice in an already mouth-watering dish! And I can't wait to fucking feast."
Raven grinned, the memory flashing behind her yellow eyes. That day, he'd saved her life, given her a home, and stolen her heart in one unhinged swoop. She was barely more than a woman hiding her demon skin. Now?
Now was her chance.
Her pulse thundered behind her ears, every inch of blue skin flushed with heat. She'd dreamed of his weight, his taste, the way his madness would fit inside her. No more watching from the shadows, tonight she'd brand him onto every filthy inch of herself.
Giggling, she walked backward until the backs of her knees hit the four-poster bed. The impact sent her falling back, ass bouncing once on the velvet duvet, blue breasts jiggling in heavy, shameless waves that made Marshall's pupils blow wide.
She slid higher, thighs gliding over cool sheets, until her spine flattened and her crimson hair fanned across the pillow. Then she planted her feet, knees high, thighs splayed so wide the white thigh-highs stretched taut. Her bald, purple slit glistened, swollen and twitching, already drooling for him.
She kept her gaze locked on his, yellow eyes glowing with years of pent-up worship.
Marshall crawled forward on all fours. The mattress dipped under his weight, his cock swinging heavy, veins pulsing like they had a heartbeat of their own. He crawled up her body like a hunter until his shadow swallowed her whole.
"Mmmmh!" The sound vibrated out of her throat as his cock slapped down onto her soaked core, the scalding length dragging over her clit in one slow, deliberate grind.
The heat of him seared through her folds, making her hips jerk upward. Every nerve ending lit up, sparks racing under her skin, her pussy clenching on nothing and begging for the stretch she'd fantasized about for so long.
"You're like a blue, blueberry cheesecake, and man, I'm starving."
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