Marvel: Upgrading Death

Dinoism, they called the faith, as they believed that Marshall ended the predators of the Jurassic era and brought life to the new world where humans could live. They devoted their lives to advancements and their God.

On the plus side, Marshall no longer suffered from raging hormones and no company in bed. He only ever picked women from his island as they were simply the most beautiful. But he was no raging fool, and mostly picked windows so there was no leftover resentment from the male population. And the best thing about widows was that they came in all ages, shapes, and sizes. Milfs and young ones, all.

To erase any possibility of resentment, he even made it a religious aspect that God has the duty to care for all the widows.

But at the same time, Marshall created a culture where he picked a virgin maiden every fifty years and took her along on world adventures. He ignored all the girls with lovers, no matter how beautiful. But since he was so romanticized as a God, usually, the most beautiful girls on the island kept themselves pure and untouched in hopes of being picked by their God.

This time, it was Aerisa, a twenty-year-old, stunning brunette. She was on the shorter side, just five-two, but her face was enough to be a Hollywood superstar of the century, her bust perfectly large, and her hips just delicious.

"Shall I… prepare myself for tomorrow, your Godship?"

Marshall chuckled at the word they had decided to address him with. But he didn't refuse that and hugged the beautiful girl against his chest. He had just emptied his balls inside her absolutely fertile cunt. But he knew the seed wouldn't bear him any fruit.

He had bedded and creampied dozens of women by now, and none ever got pregnant. By now, he believed that his body composition had changed so much that he was no longer an ordinary human, and hence incompatible to breed. It had plus sides and downsides, but he didn't bother.

"Who said I was done with you, Aerisa? Besides, we leave tomorrow morning. I have been gone for two hundred years now, some new civilizations must have taken birth out there." Marshall declared, and felt her cute hand start stroking his cock. Every movement her body made was as if to worship him.

The truth was, there was nothing for her or any women he'd pick, in getting chosen by him. He kept them safe throughout his travels and bedded them whenever he liked. He wasn't even loyal and bedded other women he found absolutely beautiful out there around the world. But still, he was the only safe means through which women like Aerisa got to see the entire world.

Getting to fly. Getting to ride a dinosaur. Getting to see the magical feats of her God. So, usually, when women like Aerisa grow old and return home, they tell exaggerated stories of their time with their God. The adventures, the pure pleasure of sex. In turn, those stories became facts, and women started desiring that adventure with their God.

"Can't wait to see the world," she declared.

"Well, first I'll have to empty myself in you again." Marshall shamelessly moved, and she obeyed. "Hands and knees."

Instantly, she turned around and presented her raised rear to her God.

Fucking worth it! A hundred million years of wait… aaaaah!

Gently, he draped his cock in Aerisa's hot, battered pussy, burying himself in that beautiful cocksleeve that he would have unrestricted access to for years to come. A very small time for him, but a lot for her. Of course, he would also give her every piece of happiness he could give.

Good times… indeed.

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Wheels changed pottery. Agriculture kept getting better and better. Knowledge of basic sciences like geology, physics, geometry, and astronomy increased. Human fertility was rising constantly. And at last, Marshall actually saw the birth of early cities. Three thousand houses gathered together, but they still lacked social hierarchy.

But he watched the change as well, slowly at first. He watched the first wagons being made, he watched plows being invented to till the soil. He watched the domestication of horses and… he found cacao trees in the upper Amazon. That, he gifted to his lovely people of Dinosia, that island west of America, named after him, the God.

He wanted them to study chocolate and work on it, try mixing it with sugar that they had just started producing with the sugarcane he had gifted them previously.

And then, he found himself in Mesopotamia. He was there to kill the Deviant infestation, but then he saw the massive spaceship in the sky, slowly descending. He quickly hid himself at that sight and waited to see who it was.

Sadly, his memory was so fucked up that he just couldn't remember all the events of the Marvel universe. He knew some characters, the famous ones, but most others were just flickering hints in his head.

Good thing I left Marty near the city. Boy's too hard to hide.

From hiding, he watched the sea-side human settlement being saved by the aliens that looked too human. And to his utter confusion, they looked too extra in everything they did. Jumping around, flying, shooting lasers from eyes, superspeed, and all that stuff.

Jesus Christ! These fuckers are weaker than my boy Marty! Struggling to even kill a damn Deviant?

In his defense, he had always just burned them with his cosmic fire. Besides, he had Odin's strength.

Very slowly, slower than Marshall's patience, he watched the group of ten finish off the Deviants that weren't even half their numbers. Absolutely pitiful in his eyes.

And then, they reappeared on top of the cliff, presenting themselves to the population of a few hundred humans who prayed to Marshall directly.

Woosh!

"Hold up!" Marshall jumped out from behind the rock just then, furious. He stormed forward, his steps hard, his fur cloak fluttering in the wind. "You fucking aliens! The first thing you do is mind-control my people?!"

Lacking fear, shame, and common sense, Marshall stormed forward, passing through the crowd of humans. He soon stood at the front, directly facing the ten aliens, who stood up in an arrowhead formation like it were some superhero lineup.

"Great! We've got the entire circus." Marshall commented and pointed at the absolutely curvaceous woman standing in the middle, likely the leader of the group. She was draped in golden and blue attire, with a headgear akin to a crown. Her skin was light dusky, her eyes dark, same for her hair, and the rest was just… "You Milf-shaped woman! Who are you?"

"..."

Silence lingered between them all for some time. The woman in the middle looked to the side at a young boy.

And then, that young boy raised his hand towards Marshall.

What the hell's he doing now? Trying to grope me with ai—Ah!

And just then, he felt it. Something tried to touch his brain and enter his mind. He instantly clashed against it and brutally tore apart that attempt. He inherited his skills with his first love, Firehair, after all.

"Aaaaargh!"

"Druig!" The busty woman rushed over as that young boy fell to his knees, clutching his head.

Marshall scoffed at the sight and spat on the ground. "Bastards! Trying to mind-control me? I'm giving you five seconds—Who are you and what do you want? Answer me or we throw hands."

Bam!

Before Marshall could start counting, the tall, broad-bodied alien lunged at him with his fist out. Marshall didn't even flinch and grabbed the alien's fist like it was a weightless toy.

"So we're throwing hands? Love it!" Marshall boomed and punched the alien man's face with his full force.

BOOM!

The punch quite literally shattered the sound barrier and boomed. Then it struck the man, and before long, the alien was blasted off into the sky to fall far into the sea.

"Gilgamesh!" The blonde alien shouted in worry and lunged at Marshall again. She summoned a golden spear in her hand and aimed it. She was fast and looked fierce.

But Marshall was the opposite of her. He was instead admiring her, absolutely awestruck by her beauty. She was the opposite of that busty alien. This one was slender, agile, and just the perfect one to bend around in godly ways.

"Oh?!" Marshall raised his hand before she could reach him. He didn't use mind control, but simple telekinesis to lock the woman's body in midair. She grunted and tried to move around, but she couldn't.

And by then, Marshall was upon her. He looked at her face from up close and instinctively raised his hand towards her pale face. He caressed her chin and used mind control to see who the aliens even were. But it was hard to read her, her memories were all jumbled up, constantly shuffling.

"Ugh… Damn, I gotta say, some of you guys are actually pretty hot. Won't mind taking you ladies to dinner but this one's…" He focused on the blonde. "Gorgeous. But she's fucked up in the head."

Bam!

So, he kicked the blonde in her stomach and sent her flying just like the previous guy.

"Who's next?"

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