She lay sprawled below him like a divine offering, her arms outstretched in surrender, her thighs gleaming and parted in perfect invitation. Her pussy lips were glistening with thick, silken nectar, drooling with need, coaxing him silently.
Marshall, breathing heavily, brought the swollen head of his cock to her scorching entrance. The heat seared him instantly, a sizzling spark zipping down his shaft to his very spine. He clenched his jaw. It was like being a virgin all over again. His mind screamed, his body trembled with lust, and before he could even think; he did it.
With one furious, primal thrust, Marshall slammed into her pussy. His hips crashed forward, and the sound was loud and wet.
Her pussy swallowed him whole, gulping down the entire girth of his cock like it had waited for this moment for eons. His balls slapped up against her hips as he bottomed out, completely sheathed in her volcanic core.
Inside her, it felt like plunging into molten mud; slick, sticky, hot, and heavenly. Her walls clenched around him like rippling waves of soft, molten silk. She squeezed him with a pressure that didn't seem natural; too perfect, too tight, too wet. It was as if the gods themselves had crafted this pussy just for him.
"Ooooooh~ I welcome you! I do!" she moaned, trembling with rapture.
Marshall leaned forward, his chest slammed down onto her plush, curvy body, and he caught her lips in a searing, desperate kiss. Her full lips were so sweet, so yielding… but the moment he tasted her, his eyes shot wide.
She tasted like honey. Actual honey.
"Ummmh! You're… sweet!" he panted against her mouth, licking her like a famished man.
"Yes, yes… savor this nectar… oh!" she cried as he ground deeper, pressing her into the furs.
She stretched her thighs wider, welcoming him further in with lewd wet squelches echoing between them. He could barely handle it. His cock throbbed, bulging thick with blood, and he felt a savage darkness crawl up his spine. He was already dangerously close; ready to fill her like a beast. Something ancient boiled in him.
"Fuck…" he growled, nearly losing himself.
He reached for her thick thighs, cupping beneath them with both hands and pushing her knees up toward her chest; folding her curviness completely. Her luscious breasts lifted and squeezed together from the motion, soft mounds swelling up, her nipples hard and needy. He couldn't resist. In that deep, mating press, he buried himself to the hilt and leaned down, latching his lips onto one of those nipples.
"Ah! Ah! Ooh! This is… ooooh!" she cried out, her tone pitchy and high, trembling in bliss.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Marshall groaned against her skin, rough and unrestrained. He bit her breasts, sucked hard, and panted into her cleavage. Her walls milked him; those creamy, rippling walls pulling and massaging his cock like she was made to pleasure only him.
Maybe she was, maybe his mind made her up, but he was too far gone to care.
Her hands flew to his face, gripping it, pulling him up to kiss her again, hungrily. Their lips crashed, hot and sticky, as their tongues tangled. And then, just as her mouth opened to moan into his, her eyes shimmered. Bright green and glowing.
But Marshall didn't stop. He couldn't. His hips were already slamming into her with thick, wet sounds, every thrust heavy, her body bouncing from the force. He panted into her lips and stared down at her perfect, radiant face. His brows furrowed.
"C-Close! Ugh… At last… this is… fucking life!" Marshall growled against her neck, panting like an animal in wild heat. His hips plowed harder, deeper, the sounds between their bodies turning savage. Wet claps, sticky slaps, squelching thrusts, pure obscenity echoing in the quiet of the stone cave.
"Give me… That's it! Give me your seed… Ooooh! Your Gaea… is waiting!" she moaned, wrapping her arms around her own knees to widen her pussy, urging him to claim her like the wild man he had always been meant to be.
His cock surged with purpose, pulsing, possessed by her intoxicating heat. He slammed himself into her again and again, harder with purpose as she made it clear she could take it all.
Slap! Squelch! Shhck!
So violently her entire body jolted upward, thick thighs trembling from the shock of each powerful thrust. And then…
As if her pussy opened up deeper, accepting him not just into her body but into her womb. Like a forbidden cave itself welcomed him, opened for him, craving his essence. His mind blanked out completely. He dove into that sacred pleasure, face buried beside her neck, lips grazing her collarbone, arms wrapped around her body like he'd never let go.
"Heh…" he grunted, voice rough, filthy amusement curling his lips. "G-Gaea? So-oh… I'm fucking… Earth itself? Hah!"
"Ummmmmh!" she moaned into his ear, hugging his head tightly with her silken arms. "Crude words, but… I welcome… for this is the beginning of your true destiny… Oh! Ooooh! God of Undying… give me your seed!"
And just like that, her climax struck. Her pussy clenched violently around him, rippling from within.
Marshall gasped, stunned, because it wasn't like any orgasm he'd ever felt from a woman before. It was liquid. Warm. Sweet. As if her cunt cried out with joy, pouring golden honey down his shaft. His cock was coated, slathered, the glides turning messier, easier. Every thrust dragged out sticky nectar from her.
Marshall pulled his head back, panting, and looked into her eyes.
She stared at him, her mouth open, moaning, so full of welcome and seduction it broke his final restraint.
So what if this is a dream… I finally… get to fuck!
"There then!… Take it!"
With a roar, he pressed her thighs harder beside her shoulders, folding her hot, curvy, surprisingly flexible body completely, and shoved his cock all the way in. One final, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt.
His cock exploded inside her with unholy force; jets, thick and torrential, his balls emptying years—no, millions of years of cum in one massive release. His whole body shook from it. Cream gushed into her womb like a flood breaking through a dam. It overflowed from her depths instantly, erupting from her pussy in thick, frothy waves, audible even.
"Fuuuckk…!" Marshall groaned like a beast, grinding into her as his cock kept pumping, twitching, spilling more.
His batter bubbled out, thick and scentful; musk heavy, hot, coating her thighs and pooling onto the furs. His cock was still stiff, buried, throbbing uncontrollably even after what felt like the fiftieth glob inside her. His whole body trembled, sweat pouring, and his senses drowned in an orgasmic haze.
And then: silence. His body collapsed forward.
He relaxed her legs and laid atop her, face nestled against her glorious tits, soaked in warmth, batter, and pure satisfaction. Her skin was still radiating that faint scent of sand in the rain; so earthy, so intoxicating. Her fingers gently combed through his hair.
Her pussy, still clenched around him. Squeezing. Milking. As if it wasn't ready to let him go.
"We… shall meet again… soon," she whispered.
Marshall smiled, dazed. "These dreams… I'll live a billion fucking years if I can have these dreams every night."
A soft, throaty giggle vibrated in her chest. "Soon… my dear."
His eyelids grew heavy. His breathing slowed. He felt her warmth begin to fade; her body dissolving like mist, vanishing into the bedding. His body felt like it dropped gently, like slipping from a dream mid-fall.
And then—He was alone. Back on the soft, furry bed.
But not quite the same.
A smile stretched across his lips. His chest rose and fell with peace. And between his legs, his cock lay well-spent.
"FUCK! Nightfall? Seriously? What am I, fifteen?"
Marshall woke up to his trousers undone and the soft bed filthily drenched with his sticky culmination. And there was so much that it felt like a puddle, sticking to his legs and belly.
His head snapped towards Marty, lazily still in his bed. "What? You saw it too? You mean a dream?"
"Hah, that's impossible. You probably just imagined it. How could you see me fucking the brains out of a goddess-like woman?"
When Marty actually described what the woman looked like, Marshall felt truly mind fucked. He sat up and looked around the room. Quickly, he walked up to the foot side of his bed and just…
"No fucking way! Footprints!" He gawked and quickly tried to match his own. "It's hers!"
"Wrrrraaaaaaah-flufffff!"
Even a ninety-eight million-year-old man could be left speechless, jaw wide agape.
"S-She… She… She made you immortal?"
What the hell did I fuck last night? Wait… I actually fucked last night?
Duality of a man. Confused, worried, yet at the same time, a happy man.
One million years later, somewhere in Western Europe. (1,000,000 BCE)
"Firehair... the Dark Celestial is not yours to conquer—not yet."
"Come on, Phoenix. I've got you, don't I? You're the strongest force out there, right?" Firehair replied, flying towards her destination, her fiery red hair waving with her speed, her long, slender figure parting the air.
Yet again, a warning voice came from within her body. Advising her against the foe she was supposed to battle.
"Odin, Agamotto, Black Panther, Iron Fist, Starbrand, Ghost Rider, Moon Knight... all bound by their limits. Each one, powerful, but confined. Yet there is one. One ancient force who knows no such boundaries. He is beyond all restraint. Find him. Bring him to your cause."
"Really? Huh, this world's got no shortage of champions, does it? Guess we'll see what this one's got."
"Careful, Firehair. This being has been trapped in isolation for a hundred million years. He's lost touch with himself—unpredictable, unhinged, nearly impossible to control."
Fairhair chuckled, a smirk plastered on her red lips. "Phoenix, I can bend anyone to my will. You saw how Odin was ogling me?"
But then, for the first time, Fairhair heard the ancient Phoenix let out a sigh.
"You will understand me soon, child."
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