Marvel: Upgrading Death

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What a convenient thing flying was.

Midair, Firehair clung to his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, his hands on her athletic, round, shapely ass, kneading them with lust uncontrolled, while their lips smothered each other.

She actually tasted like fire, so warm. Her tongue was slippery and alive like a flickering blaze, dancing, tangling, fighting his in a messy battle for dominance. She felt unrestrained, and so was he, both completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Her lips clung to his, sucking them, chewing them, biting down like a starving beast. When he groaned into her, she bit his tongue with a giggle, then pulled back, leaving his lips bruised and wet. Her laughter crackled like delicate sparks, wild and feral.

Marshall growled and tightened his grip, flying them with a powerful gust. His hands slid to her hips, and with zero ceremony, he ripped the furry loincloth-like skirt off her body in one brutal tug. The fabric tore like paper, fluttering away in the wind as her hips, thighs, and dripping heat were laid bare.

His cock ached against the confines of his animal-hide pants, twitching like a caged beast. But he wasn't done unwrapping her.

With one hand slipping beneath her furred cape, he grabbed the back of her makeshift bra, just two thin, stretched pieces of fur bound across her chest, and shredded it with a snarl. The last bit of modesty fell away, and now, she was gloriously naked, save for the tattered cape that fluttered behind her like the wings of a goddess of war.

She was a vision carved by chaos and desire. Her body was hardened by survival but kissed by beauty. Slender and toned, her muscles lithe and coiled under soft, pale skin that shimmered with sweat and firelight. Her breasts were firm, high, and full; perfect handfuls begging to be worshiped. Her waist dipped in delicately, a narrow, sensual curve above the flare of her smooth hips. Her thighs were thick with strength, their plush outer layer hiding the lethal power beneath. Thighs that could crush a man's head and make him beg for it.

Marshall's rough palms explored her with greed. He touched her like he needed to memorize every inch, making sure she was real. One hand gripped her bare ass so tight the flesh spilled between his fingers, and he yanked her forward, grinding her wet heat right against the thick flesh rod straining beneath his pants.

"You animal," she grumbled into his mouth, kissing him again. Only this time, with fire.

She answered his roughness in kind. Her hands ignited into flame for just a second, and every stitch of his clothing burned to ash, scattered into the winds. His skin was left steaming, untouched by the fire, but utterly bare. Unlike her, he didn't even have a cape to hide behind.

At last, flesh against flesh. Skin against skin. They clung to each other mid-air like predators tangled in heat.

Her breasts mashed into his chest, nipples pebbling at the press of his solid warmth. The soft give of her flesh teased every nerve in his. He wanted to dive in, mouth to tits, tongue to nipple, but he held back, letting their kiss linger instead.

She was the one who teased now. Her legs stayed wrapped tight around his waist, and she ground her moist cunt against his cock. The wet folds of her pussy glided along his length, dragging across his shaft in hot, squishy strokes that made him groan deep in his chest. Her pubic hair, fiery red like her mane, brushed and tickled him mercilessly.

"Is that it? Is that what you want? You mad man?" she whispered, panting against his cheek.

Marshall growled, hand sliding up to the nape of her neck. His fingers curled into her scalp, not yanking her hair, but gripping it from the roots, forcing her face upward. He leaned in and dragged his tongue from her chin to her lips, tasting her sweat, her fire, her need.

"And who's the one drooling down there? Not me."

Pa!

His other hand came down hard on her ass, a slap echoing through the air.

She gasped, her body jolting. A red handprint bloomed across her pale asscheek, hot and perfect. Her eyes gleamed in response.

She winced with a breathy gasp, then chuckled like a demoness in heat and bit his lip again.

This time, she didn't stop, she marked him. Lips, tongue, chin, teeth. Her mouth left blooming welts and love bites all over him, a trail of pain and pleasure and spit, as if claiming him inch by inch.

Wooosh!

Before they knew it, Marshall had flown into his cave on the cliff of a mountain, where the future South African peak Mafadi would be. He flew straight through the large custom window opening he had made, entering his room.

Bam! Bam!

Right then, loud steps echoed.

"Stay out there, Marty! I'm having some me-time!"

Warning off the T-Rex, Marshall landed straight on the soft bedding on a raised stone platform. His bed, that he always made big in the hopes of welcoming a lady someday again. His wish had come true in the form of that hot, fiery redhead. Her lips were like a vacuum seal, never leaving his mouth even as he pressed her down under him on the bed.

He loomed above her, his weight pressing down like the mountain they'd just landed on.

Firehair's legs remained locked tight behind his back, refusing to let him go, grinding herself against him as if she'd fused their bodies together. Her lips crashed against his with relentless hunger. Each kiss was a bruising battle of teeth and tongue. She devoured his mouth like a cat in heat.

"Come on." Marshall pulled his lips back and stopped pressing her under his weight. "Let me taste you now."

"What do yo—"

Before she could finish, he pivoted on her body, shifting weight and motion like a predator rearranging its prey.

In one fluid motion, he swung around, planting his knees firmly on either side of her face, his heavy cock and balls now dangling directly over her flushed pouting lips.

The shift made her gasp, both from surprise and the view.

"Hah! Since you said I'm an animal…" Marshall smirked, looking down the gorgeous length of her flushed, naked body. "Then let's be fucking animals."

And like a caveman finally unleashed, he grabbed both her legs around the knees and pulled them upward, folding her like a jungle cat. She was nimble, powerful, and built like a savage huntress, but that flexibility only meant he could mold her as he pleased. He didn't stop until her knees were bent fully back, feet pressed down beside her head, trapping her between his thighs and her own.

"Ahhh—" She let out a mix of moan and yelp, her voice high and needy as her body stretched deep. Her entire core opened up for him, pussy spread lewdly beneath the tight fold. Every twitch of her folds, every wet spasm of anticipation, was on display for his starving eyes.

And above her face, his cock hovered. Thick, heavy, flushed with need. It throbbed once, casting a drop of precum right onto her mouth.

Marshall let out a deep, amused chuckle, still gripping the backs of her knees in that strange sixty-nine position he had in his head where he was on top, folding her. As he leaned forward towards her pussy, his weight pressed down harder, folding her nearly in half beneath him.

Her spine curved beautifully under the tension, her ass slightly lifted from the bed, and her dripping pussy spread wide open right in front of his face, every twitch of her folds on full display from the stretch. Beneath him, his cock had already sunk deep into the furnace of her mouth, the heat of her throat maddening.

I keep forgetting she's not a modern woman.

Lowering his face with a groan, he summoned a lick of flame between his fingers; not to harm her, but to tame her wildness. The fire kissed her mound, burning her red bush away to the base with surgical, searing precision.

Firehair felt the heat flare across her skin but didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked against his cock, understanding his intent. She saw how smooth he was down there, how every inch of his girth was bare and clean. And now, so was she.

"Fuck, I almost forgot how beautiful women are down here!" He grunted, his voice guttural, half-crazed.

Firehair had never done this before, never even imagined it. But now, with her body contorted, stretched, his balls literally sitting on her face while her body was folded in half, and her mouth filled with his cock, she was beyond thrilled.

It hurt, a little, the stretch in her thighs, the ache in her throat—but it only excited her more. This wasn't sex. This was something primal, something ancient. This was fucking like the gods must have fucked, when the earth was still fire and wind and hunger.

She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, slowly at first, letting herself adjust. But his size was maddening. Thick veins ridged along the shaft, twitching at every flick of her tongue. Her mouth opened wider, sloppier, moaning with her throat while her lips hugged him greedily. Her saliva overflowed, dripping down her lips, cheeks, and neck as she took him deeper, her throat loosening more with each thrust.

She wanted to drown in this. She needed to.

Slurp!

Above her, Marshall lowered his face at last. His tongue speared into her folds like a blade of fire. No teasing. No mercy. He licked with feral intent, a man denied for God knows how long—ramming his tongue into her hot cunt with a growl.

Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled, twitching and wet under the violent worship of his mouth. Her stretched thighs shook. She moaned around his cock, mouth sealed tight as she suckled with savage, messy hunger. Her tongue curled and danced around his shaft, her throat working to milk him even as he pulsed deeper inside her mouth.

Above, Marshall felt it all. Her plump lips locked around his cock, her muffled cries vibrating through his shaft, her folds weeping into his mouth.

His hands pushed her legs harder, folding her deeper, burying her under his weight as he fucked her face with his cock and devoured her cunt at the same time.

"Mmmmmmmh!"

She was loud. He was rough. The cave echoed with wet, filthy sounds of lust.

He moaned against her cunt, just the taste of her made his cock jerk between her lips below. Fuck, he hadn't eaten pussy in millions of years, and this one... this one was perfection.

He buried his face between her folded legs, plunging his tongue straight into her drooling slit, lips locking around her folds like he was starving. He rammed that tongue deep, swirling and stabbing inside her like he meant to tongue the orgasm out of her soul.

His nose mashed into her clit without intention, but the way she bucked underneath him, he knew he struck something right. He suckled those slick petals like ripe fruit, groaning at how wet, how sweet, how filthy she tasted. He didn't care, he was a caveman at that moment.

Below, the tight heat of her throat was heaven in its own right. Marshall glanced down at her as he thrust in slow, controlled pulses, just enough to feel her throat ripple and milk him every time he pushed deeper.

His mind buzzed in overdrive, one hole swallowing him, the other being devoured by him. He was sandwiched in pure ecstasy, his body humming like a storm trapped in flesh.

"Ummmmmh… Ngh!"

Firehair clung to his ass, arms wrapped tight, refusing to let him go. She fought to bob her head despite being pinned beneath his weight, swallowing him to the hilt again and again. The way her throat clenched around him was inhuman. She was moaning around him, the vibrations traveling straight up his shaft and hammering into his core. Her tongue never stopped, sliding along his veins, flicking under the crown, suckling him like she needed every drop he had to offer.

That tension built fast. Too fast. He was groaning into her slit, hips beginning to jerk with each thrust into her mouth.

Firehair's body gave out first. Her legs trembled, spine bending, and then her waist arched clean off the bed, pussy smashing against his face as she came.

"Ooohhmmmm!" A feral cry escaped her stuffed throat as her juices flooded out. Her body spasmed uncontrollably under his weight.

And that sent him over. His cock twitched violently, then erupted deep in her throat.

Wave after wave of hot, sticky cream splattered inside her that hot, fiery, redheaded goddess, coating her throat in his seed. She swallowed instinctively, like a good little beast, taking it all, gulping him down even as more poured in.

He couldn't stop, he didn't want to. Every pulse was a shot of pure, explosive bliss.

It was a fucking mess. Her face dripped, her thighs wet and glistening, her pussy still twitching around nothing as she panted in shock. But they didn't waste it.

Like animals, they licked each other clean, greedy for every drop.

But Marshall wasn't done. Not even close. Before his cock could so much as think about going soft, Marshall moved—quick, urgent.

He slipped from her face, crawling down like a man reclaiming his prize. He dropped between her legs, still soaked and trembling, and crouched low, balanced on his toes.

"Time for the main course—God, I fucking love women," he growled, eyes drinking in the view of her wrecked, wanton body, her red hair sprinkled around her in sweat.

Almost a hundred million years without the touch of a woman, and this, this was why he endured. The curves, the heat, the scent, the soul of them, he worshiped it all. Big or small, dark or light, sweet or savage; women were divine.

He shoved his hands under her thighs and pushed them up and wide, spreading her completely open. Her ass lifted, presenting that glistening, drooling hole like an offering. He adjusted his stance, feet braced beside her bending hips, squatting higher above her with his cock throbbing in hand, dripping slick and saliva.

"Let's be… fucking animals!"

With a filthy groan, he slapped the heavy length of his shaft against her weeping cunt. That wet, swollen entrance was everything he craved. The sound alone, a wet slap of flesh-on-flesh, that needy squelch, made him hiss in pleasure.

His cock throbbed against her folds, already parting them. Unlike with Gaea, this time, he was wide awake, fully present, and ready to lose his mind.

"Fuuu—ck! I didn't think… you'd stretch me this… much!" Firehair gasped, her voice broken and breathless as she raised her head to look down between her legs.

Her thighs were pressed high beside her breasts and wide, held apart like a prize caught in the jaws of a beast. His cock, that thick monster, was halfway inside her, and it already felt like too much. She had never taken anyone this deep before. Never in that position.

Her whole body trembled from the stretch, from the brutal honesty of how filled she was. But she didn't want him to stop. It felt insane. He was a hard wooden trunk between her legs, and she was burning for more.

"I… love… this!" Marshall roared, then rammed his hips forward and bottomed out with a savage, flesh-clapping thrust that rattled through both their bones.

"Aaaaaah! Yes!"

His cock disappeared inside her completely, balls slapping hard against her ass. The heat, the squeeze, the unreal wetness around him, it broke something in him. He growled and fucked her like a man lost to instinct. No rhythm. No mercy. Just pure, feral hunger as he stared at her body jolt and her face change expressions.

Her walls stretched to keep him, to hold him, twitching and sucking at his length like her cunt had its own mind.

He watched as her tits bounced with every thrust, slapped her thighs apart wider, and pounded into her again, and again, and again. He fucked her downward as he kept her thighs pressed up and wide. With her ass raised high naturally, each plunge went deeper and echoed louder.

"Marshall—ah! Gods! Fuck!" she screamed, slapping his chest wildly as she rocked against him, as if trying to match his madness.

With a beastly groan, his hands gripped her tits, rough and possessive, and she moaned as he pulled and squeezed them like he owned them. Her love hole was getting destroyed in the most carnal way, her pussy lips stretched along each time he pulled out and then slammed back in with a thick, wet squelch.

She swore she could feel every vein, every twitch of that cock ravaging her insides. Her ass bounced with every thrust, cheeks rippling from the recoil, as her walls soaked everything in sticky nectar. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she only felt. And she loved it.

He pounded in with such force that dared the mountain itself to crack. The stone bed held firm under the soft bedding, but the sounds, the wet clapping, the squelching, and the moans, echoed wild across the walls of his cave.

Plap! Plap!

"Ohohooooooh! You… fucking… animal!"

He grinned as his pace became brutal, reckless, almost punishing. He growled her name between his teeth, muttering curses and praises, drunk on the grip of her soaked cunt like it were the tightest glove and the raw heat of her body. She was tight, so tight, and that raw squeeze milked him closer and closer to the edge with every thrust.

And then—she came.

Her back arched, her whole body curling like it'd been struck by lightning. A wave of heat burst from her, soaking his cock as she cried out with a strangled scream. "Ahhhh! Fucccc--"

Her pussy gushed hard around him, kneading him desperately, clamping so tight it forced his cock to throb in a warning. Her legs twitched violently, her breath ragged and broken, her whole body jolting with aftershocks. No man had ever fucked her like this. Not even close.

"Ugh… I'm gonna… that's it! Fuck!" Marshall snarled and then erupted inside her, pouring all his weight into his hands pushing her thighs high, and his cock striking deepest he could.

His cock twitched hard and shot burst after hot, thick burst of batter into her molten core. It was hotter than her mouth, wilder. His seed splashed inside her in messy waves, filling her, overflowing her.

Plap!

"Ooooh—Yes!"

He slammed into her one last time with his whole body weight, forcing a deep, nasty squelch as his embalming juice churned inside her soaked cunt. It was a mess. A filthy, glorious, soaked-to-the-walls kind of mess. Virility, pregnancy, procreation, those thoughts never crossed their minds.

Shaking, groaning, and completely high off the moment, he collapsed. Cock still buried deep inside Firehair, he let go of her legs and dropped onto her sweat-slicked body, cock still twitching inside that wrecked, creamy pussy he never wanted to pull out again.

Like a man cherishing his prize, he licked her tits, mouth greedy and slow, suckling those sensitive buds like he hadn't just fucked her senseless.

Then he slid up and kissed her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth, hard. Their tongues tangled again, tasting each other, moaning between kisses.

And as her walls spasmed one last time, his cock throbbed again inside her, still soaked, still hard.

"Let's grab something to eat and go at it again." He suggested, hoping that she wasn't planning to smash and dash.

"Well, since we are acting like animals… let's do that."

Hah! This is it! This is fucking life!

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Odin woke up from unconsciousness. He had been battered hard in the battle against the fallen Celestial. His hammer had betrayed him. He had lost all hope of survival, but apparently, he was alive and they had also won.

"You're awake."

"Mosi?" Odin looked at the Black Panther, and then at the others. Agamotto, Iron Fist, Starbrand, Ghost Rider, and Moon Knight were all there. But the woman, the one he had been trying so hard to court for so long, was missing. "Where is Firehair? What happened to her?"

Iron First, Fan Fei, scoffed, her thin brows high in amusement. She was combing her insanely long single braid of black hair. "She flew away with her lover."

"Insanity! I'm her lover!"

Ghost Rider, sitting atop the mammal, growled, as if laughing and mocking the ancient God, still young. "Your self-declaration does not make you her lover. Her lover is like her, kissed by fire, he flies."

"They did fly away. Firehair was kissing him the whole time," Fan Fei added as if hoping to see Odin's reaction.

Ting!

Mjolnir fell from Odin's hands again. Having already planned on marrying the beautiful woman no less charming than a goddess, the host of the ancient Phoenix Force. He had even thought of the name of their firstborn—Thor, it was.

"Where… In which direction did they fly?"

Fan Fei, Agamotto, Black Panther, Ghost Rider, Moon Knight, and Starbrand, all pointed their fingers in one direction. None of them wanted any part in that love triangle.

"I shall see for myself—What makes a man worthy of my Phoenix!"

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