Marvel: Upgrading Death

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It had been two thousand years since the Eternals had arrived. It was now three thousand BCE, and they had made Babylon their home base. They lived there, they invented there, and they taught humans there.

Ajak was busy managing the Eternals, trying to ensure they didn't interfere too much with humanity's progress. Somewhere inside, she had started to grow a soft spot for them. Being the only one who knew the true purpose of their visit, she wasn't sure about the end goal.

But her loyalty remained unquestionable. She was still working as per the instructions.

Beep!

"Ajak! There's someone flying above us!" Phastos warned her as he worked the hovering screens. "It's him!"

Ajak's eyes shimmered briefly, then softened with resolve. "I will face him myself. None shall interfere. You remember my warnings—heed them well."

As everyone turned serious, Ajak left the ship they had hidden under the massive building in Babylon. Since she couldn't fly, she went to the roof of the building that would one day be called the Hanging Garden.

It was just her there in the middle of beautiful, refreshing greenery. She looked up and found the same man hovering, hadn't aged a single day, and his attire was exactly the same as before.

"Greetings!" She voiced loudly to grab his attention and then watched him smoothly descend right in front of her. His eyes instantly leered over her entire body, from her face to her chest, to her waist. Those eyes, she wasn't a stranger to them. The same eyes that Ikaris had when looking at Sersi. But this man's, they were more intense, more hungry.

Perhaps he can… change things.

Ajak wasn't well in thoughts anymore. She didn't know what she exactly wanted, but she wanted things to be different this time. She was impressed by humans and somewhere inside her mind, she wanted to preserve them.

"Heh, gotta hand it to you—this hanging garden's a damn masterpiece. I wouldn't mind getting the designs. I'll make my people make a replica."

Those eyes. Ajak felt his gaze refusing to look anywhere but her chest.

"How have you been? It's been a long time since our last meeting." Ajak tried to speak calmly and respectfully.

Marshall cracked a grin. "Hell, you even nailed that hot accent. What is this, some kind of contest to charm me? 'Cause if it is, consider me thoroughly seduced."

Ajak chuckled, having never met a human like him yet. So open, overt, and free, with no care at all. Doing what the heart desires, saying what the mind wishes. It was a level of freedom she could never imagine to have. She had a purpose.

"You spoke of dinner, once," Ajak said, her voice calm but warm. "It is not yet night—but walk with me. Let us share a meal."

"Sure, lead the way."

Ajak turned around and started walking, all the while well aware of where Marshall's gaze was focused. And seriously, she shook her hips even more at that. There was a sense of hierarchy when meeting humans, so she never bothered with their flirting. But Marshall was a being no different from herself, perhaps even higher.

I won't get another chance like this.

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She thinks I'm a fool?

Marshall followed her into the spaceship. He noticed how she swayed those absolutely bombshell asscheeks in that long, regal dress. He knew she did that on purpose, and he knew she was trying to seduce him.

It was actually working. But he feared nothing and followed her to see where it would all take him.

"Here." She slid the door open with quiet grace. "This is my room. No one will interrupt us while we discuss here."

What sort of discussions? Top lips or bottom lips?

"That's great." He played along and took a seat at the table. The room was wide, mostly black walled with some stone-like furniture here and there. There were also golden utensils on the table, and at one corner was a large bed with black sheeted bedding.

He had a goal behind his visit. He had met Agamotto for Marty's wife's update. The old sorcerer living off sucking Dormammu's energy revealed that the Eternals were on Earth not for noble deeds but for a specific mission.

Since Marshall didn't remember much, he came over to find out for himself. Sure, if he got to taste the divine fruit in the process, there was no harm.

Soon enough, food came automatically on the table, appearing on the plates.

"Come, share this meal with me. All of it was grown here, in the heart of the city." Ajak smilingly sat opposite him, but her attire had changed subtly.

Her regal dress no longer had sleeves, and the neck area had also become wider, revealing her creamy, dusky cleavage of those jutting, heavy breasts. Her arms also looked rather soft and strong, with muscles and perfect meat there. Her crown-like helmet was also missing, revealing her wavy, long black hair.

I know where this is going.

Ajak leaned forward to pour him water, and Marshall's gaze followed the movement like a predator.

Her robes dipped just enough to let that deep, shadowed cleavage spill into view. Two rich, full slopes of dusky cream that begged to be marked. Her arms moved with gentle grace, yet held a strength beneath the softness, the kind of strength that could cradle gods or ride them into oblivion.

Marshall's eyes traced her politely serene expression. A divine beauty, still holding her poise. But all he could think about was bending her over the table, letting those breasts swing heavy and free as he claimed her. He wanted to paint that perfect face white with his batter, watch her keep smiling even as it dripped from her chin.

"So, how's your Deviant hunting going?" Marshall asked, eating the roasted meat on his plate. It was actually very tasty.

"We have been successful. Few are left, and humanity is growing well."

Growing well? Hmm… sounds like pigs being raised for slaughter.

"That's fucking great! They were a real pain in the ass, I tell you. Between fighting Deviants and Mephisto's freakshow, I'd take Mephisto any damn epoch. At least his monsters had manners. Deviants? Slimy little bastards. Tried domesticating one once—thing ate my iguanodon. Bastard didn't even chew."

"..."

She tried her best to ignore the part about domesticating a Deviant. It sounded outrageous, and it was. They could kill her and her team. Yet this man played with them. But more shocking was the mention of Mephisto. She was aware of who that being was, and how dangerous.

"Mephisto?"

"Yeah, slimy demon bastard. Tried to seduce me with chants of sex sex sex in my head for a hundred million years. Seriously, the little shit should have just sent a succubus to me and I'd have folded."

"..."

As the food mostly disappeared from Marshall's plate, Ajak started to feel rushed. She paced her eating to match his, and then finished faster than him to give him her entire focus.

"So, you're that old? It must have been lonely."

"Don't even start with that. Loneliness? Pfft. The real hell is the empty side of the bed. You can chase prey, mess around, and keep busy all day—but when night hits? That kind of loneliness digs deep, and no amount of hunting or noise kills it."

Damn! Showing me the view willingly?

Marshal noticed how Ajak leaned forward, and how tight her dress became. The deep neck stretched apart, revealing that beautiful, deep cleavage where he wanted to ram his face.

"My kind have known the ages too. I understand what silence can do to a soul—how it erodes, slowly." Ajak replied and got off her chair, and walked closer to the bed. "That is why, in every world I walk, I seek those with strength. Those who might understand what it means… to endure. To be my friend."

Going the pitiful lonely lady route? I'm in!

Marshall also stood up and walked behind her. He could just feel it, she was purposefully showing him her back. Not turning to face him for a reason.

"Sadly, I've only ever known this world, my friend." Marshall stood so close behind her that his chest was barely touching her back, and his hardened erection was softly poking her plump, round bottom.

"Hmm… Then…"

Ajak turned around abruptly, eyes flickering, and threw herself against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose up on her toes, pressing her body into his as her lips found his.

There was no hesitation, only purpose. Her full tits crushed against his chest, her belly soft and warm, her mouth demanding.

"Let's be each other's… anchor." She breathed and kissed him.

This time, Marshall grinned, he didn't even try to hide it. His hands slid down her back and gripped her ass with two greedy palms, groaning softly at the feel of her. Fuck, she's thick.

Her ass was plump and springy, the kind of ass made to bounce on a cock for hours. He could feel the heft of her tits pressing up into him. Massive, round, weighty things that strained against her dress. Just holding her felt like a reward after centuries.

"And friends… who keep each other sane."

He kissed her hard then, with the kind of brutal intensity that came from a man older than civilization. There was no finesse; just hunger, domination, fire. He twisted his tongue around hers, lips devouring hers with each breathless moan she gave him, like a beast feasting on the first warmth he'd known in a thousand years. There was no rhythm, no technique, just raw fucking greed.

He drank from her mouth like it held power, sucking on her lips, tasting her tongue, rubbing his own against every inch of her hot mouth. He didn't kiss like a man, but a beast ready for its prey.

Ajak moaned back into him, her voice a sultry hum of submission and hunger. She gave her tongue willingly, swirling and lashing it with his, letting him tangle her up in that messy, heated kiss.

And still, Marshall wanted more. He tightened his grip on her, fingers digging in as he hauled her closer and ground her into the iron rod tenting his trousers.

"Umph…" She gasped into his mouth, thighs shifting, hips meeting his by instinct.

She was strong, no doubt, but he met that strength with force of his own, reminding her who she had aroused.

"Mmmmh… mmm…" she whimpered into the kiss, but her hands were already working, quick and sure. She unclasped his fur-lined cape and let it drop like a slain pelt to the floor. Her fingers went to his vest, tugging it open until it hung loose on his shoulders.

"Clothes are restrictive, aren't they?" Marshall broke the kiss suddenly and took a step away from her. It was a quick break as he threw away his vest, then his belt, and finally his trousers and fur boots.

He stood nude in full glory, his throbbing, veiny cock hard, his balls hanging eagerly waiting, his carved muscled torso ready for action.

"I feel the same." Ajak, too, got rid of her dress. For her, it was a mere tap as the high-tech fabric just vanished from her body.

"God! You're… more than what I imagined! Perfect!" Marshall licked his lips and hungrily glanced at her from head to toe.

She was unreal. Thick and divine. Her thighs were plush, smooth, and strong; the kind of legs meant to ride men until they begged. Her belly was soft with a delicious layer of womanly flesh, perfectly kissable. Her tits… fuck, her tits were large. Gravity-defying, full, and perky, with wheat-brown nipples that jutted proudly. Her pussy was bald, clean, and perfect. Slick folds shaped into a tight, juicy slit that peeked out between those meaty thighs like it was made to be devoured. She had the body of a queen, a goddess, a mother, a whore, all in one. And Marshall wanted every inch.

"I got an idea, Ajak."

"Anything, Marshall."

Hah! Don't regret it later.

Chuckling, Marshall rushed closer to her and…

"Oh!"

He wrapped his arms inversely around her curvy waist and with a sly grin, lifted her entire body, and spun her around like she weighed nothing. Head down, feet up.

"Ah!" She gasped in surprise.

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