Marilyn felt like she'd be insane to refuse. Her hands shook as she grabbed the hem of her sundress and yanked it over her head, blonde curls tumbling free. The white fabric fluttered behind her before she clawed the bra off, completely nude at last.
She caught the way the First Man stared at her breasts. Round, full, proud, tipped with tight cherry nipples already aching. Pride bloomed hot in her chest. He liked them. Her god liked them!
Marilyn couldn't wait another second.
She swung one leg over his lap, straddling him face-to-face in the wide driver's seat. The leather was warm under her knees, but all she could feel was him. His heat, his scent, the girthy shaft of his cock brushing her inner thighs. This wasn't her first time having car sex, but nothing had ever felt like this. Her heart hammered so hard she thought it might bruise her ribs.
As she lowered herself, the blunt head of his cock kissed her soaked lower lips. She flinched; even that first nudge was overwhelming. Too big, too perfect.
Her hands flew to his face, clawing obsessively at his jaw, his cheeks, fingers digging. Her eyes were blown wide, irises trembling with something very close to ecstasy. She felt his tip part her petals. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the fat crown, clinging, straining.
And then she felt the thick rim punch past her entrance, stretching her open in one merciless glide and snapping her petals back around his shaft. And she came already.
Her whole body seized, walls clamping down in frantic, fluttering spasms around just that initial invasion. Clear nectar gushed out in a hot rush, soaking his shaft and dripping down his balls. Her thighs locked around his hips, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure ripped through her.
"So-ooooh much and so…. Goooood!"
Marilyn moaned harshly when she felt First Man's large hands reach behind and grip her soft, marshmellowy asscheeks. His wide palms made her feel dwarfed; made her feel tiny, breakable. He squeezed hard enough to bruise, lifting her just enough to control her body. And then his face dipped.
She could feel his hot mouth closing over one jutting nipple. He sucked greedily, teeth grazing the tender peak before his tongue lapped it in wet circles.
"Yesssssss! So better than what I imagined!"
Of course, she had imagined it. Night after night, before the spotlight found her, she'd pray that the First Man would one day descend, claim her, and keep her forever. That didn't happen, but now, at last… the dream had come true.
She swayed her hips and sank lower until she felt his tip kiss her cervix. Insistent, pressing right against her deepest wall. Balls deep and then some. The stretch was ecstasy; every nerve in her pussy splayed wide, sensitive to every touch. It ached bone-deep, but utterly blissful.
She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Her body locked rigid, muscles trembling, spasming in tiny, helpless flutters around the thick cock lodged inside her.
"I-I can't move… ah! I'm coming again!"
It was insanity. His cock so deep she swore she felt it in her lungs, rearranging her insides. Another orgasm crashed through her without warning, ripping a scream from her throat as her walls milked him in frantic waves.
Marshall reacted to her sultry moan, clawing her ripe peach until her pale flesh spilled between his fingers. He used that grip to move her body, lifting her up his length, then slamming her back down with savage force. At the same time, his mouth attacked her breasts again. Nibbling, sucking, biting just hard enough to sting.
Marilyn went feral. Head thrown back to the open sky, and screamed her heart out. "Ugh! Ah yes! Yes!! Fuck me, use me! Make me helplessly… pleasure you—ooohh!"
Marshall was already on the edge, balls tight, cock throbbing angrily inside her spasming pussy. He didn't bother holding back. They were close to the location now; he'd eased the flying car into a slow, lazy glide so he could focus on her.
Plap!
Each slam of her body against his lap sent wet, filthy slaps echoing. She'd come so many times his thighs were drenched, a musky mess of her nectar coating his skin, dripping down the leather seat in lewd streaks. The entire car reeked of sex. She was so light it felt like throwing a puppet around, a filthy little well-oiled puppet that squelched each time.
"Come here." He yanked her forward by the ass and claimed her mouth in a plundering kiss. Lips crashed, tongues tangled, teeth clacking in messy hunger.
The moment his tongue plunged deep, claiming every corner of her delicate mouth, Marilyn shattered again. Her snug walls squeezing around him, fresh gush soaking his balls.
"Ungh! Uuung!" she moaned helplessly through her nose, body jerking as he rammed her insides with every brutal upward thrust.
Then she took over, slamming herself down onto his cock with desperate, greedy force. Her walls throbbed nonstop, so tight it felt like she was trying to strangle his cock. For him, she was impossibly tight, impossibly hot.
Something strange flickered in Marshall's ancient mind. Fucking her felt… significant. Monumental, and that it should make him greatly happy.
He didn't know why. He didn't question it, and he did enjoy sex with her.
"Huh… Take it then… what you always wanted!" Marshall grunted against her lips, tongue fucking her mouth in the same filthy rhythm his cock speared her cunt.
Squelch!
And at last, he slammed her hips down hard. One final, bone-rattling plunge that buried him to the base. His cock pulsed violently, swelling thicker inside her stretched channel, and he burst.
Thick, scalding ropes of cum erupted deep in her core, submerging his cock in warm batter. Creamy white instantly flooded back out around his shaft in messy gushes, painting her flushed pussy and splattering his lap. It dripped down his balls, soaking the leather seat until it glistened dark and sticky. The excess frothed out with every tiny twitch of his cock, ruining the pristine interior of the car.
Marilyn's eyes rolled back. Her body went utterly limp in his grip. Head lolling against his shoulder, mouth slack and drooling, limbs heavy as if every ounce of strength had been fucked out of her. She was barely conscious, floating on the edge of blackout as wave after wave of aftershocks rolled through her.
His cum inside her felt thick, alive, kissing every inch of her womb with heat. This was everything. Being filled by the First Man was being kissed by her god himself. In the hazy, pleasure-drunk corners of her mind, she prayed fervently that something miraculous would bloom in her belly.
How beautiful that would be.
Tears slipped from the corners of Marilyn's eyes. They weren't tears of pain or regret; it was the disappointment that she could never be claimed forever in the ancient Dinosian rite because she wasn't a virgin. Yet, she was happy that this happened.
"Mmmmh… I'm grateful…"
Marshall nodded once, lazy and satisfied, leaning back against the seat with his arms draped along the top edge. His cock stayed rock-hard inside her, buried in that snug, fluttering heaven of her pussy. Seeing her flushed face, strangely confident and intelligent eyes, he decided right on the spot.
Keeping her.
"Let's keep this going."
"Yes, yes! Please, I'm yours. Devoted mind and body. Find me anytime during this filming."
"Filming? I was planning more… lifetime."
"..."
If pure euphoria had a face, this was it. And… Marilyn did, at last, pass out, somehow coming yet again on his half-hard cock. Her body was completely limp, head lolling back until it thumped gently against the steering wheel.
Marshall chuckled. One big hand drifted up to cup her breast, thumb brushing lazily over the stiff, cherry nipple. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft weight settle into his palm.
Should pick a virgin from Dinosia as well. Been a while.
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Somewhere near Jupiter,
"My lord, sensors show unusual activity beyond the system perimeter. Thirty vessels approaching, led by one mothership."
Ronan frowned and looked at the large holographic screen. "Dino Corp."
The large beastly sigil on each ship was recognisable by half the universe by then.
"My lord, the ships are heading straight for Terra. Shall we prepare for battle?"
Ronan's eyes hardened at the projection of Terra. "No. We observe. If they set foot on that world, we answer with force. Terra belongs to the Kree."
"To invade… my lord?"
Ronan just hummed and didn't bother to reply.
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