Marvel: Upgrading Death

His strength was monstrous, terrifying in the best way. With Odin's strength pulsing in every muscle, Marshall hoisted her like a prize, completely in command, and her body welcomed every second of it.

Despite her goddess-like power, Ajak had never felt so helpless in a mortal man's arms. Her plush, mature frame was lifted like a doll, and she couldn't stop the thrill that raced through her spine. It was dizzying and delicious. She wasn't Ajak the Eternal at that moment. She was a woman, aroused beyond reason, squirming in the grip of a man who could absolutely wreck her. This was what mortal women must've felt in the arms of warriors; powerless, wanted, and wet.

As he stood tall, he spun her body until her plush thighs were clamped around his head, spread wide, squishing his cheeks with heat, her creamy legs trembling in anticipation. Meanwhile, below, her face dangled near his throbbing cock, her breath ghosting over his crown. He felt it all, but his eyes were locked on the glistening nectar between her legs.

Her pussy; bald, the color of her skin, and so utterly divine—glistened with arousal. That plump, shining slit twitched for attention, folds already swollen and begging for him, her scent rich and intoxicating like sun-heated honey and lust.

Marshall didn't care what kind of being she was; alien, goddess, whatever. That was a pussy, and it was made for his mouth. Just looking at her flushed folds made his cock twitch.

He was drawn into them. Her folds parted like wet petals, her clit standing up like a swollen pearl, begging him to feast.

So he dove in like a Neanderthal starving. Tongue lashed through her folds, lapping at her slick hole, sucking on her clit with ravenous need while holding her in the air like she were a doll. He didn't bother being gentle. He fucked her pussy with his mouth. Licking, slurping, groaning as he made a glorious, wet mess. His tongue circled her clit, stabbed into her hole, then flattened out to lap up her juices in greedy swipes.

Below, Ajak wasn't idle. She opened her mouth wide, taking his thick cock into her mouth as best she could. Her lips stretched, her jaw ached—he was just that fucking big. His cockhead alone stretched her lips taut, her throat clenching around him, but she sucked like a goddess on a mission. Drool spilled from her lips, her tongue swirling under the shaft, each bob making her messier, slurpier.

Using her mouth was all she could do in that position as that man held her dangling, completely under his control. She felt attacked between her legs, his tongue so rough she felt on edge already.

As she started gagging on his length, Marshall grinned through his mouthful of pussy and took a step. Then another. He walked, slow and deliberate until her back was pressed against the dark stone-like wall, her body still dangling, her mouth still stuffed full. Pinned. Helpless. Perfect.

Now she couldn't move her head away from his thrusting cock. She was at his mercy, and that meant he could fuck her face without hesitation.

He rammed his cock into her throat in slow, steady pumps, his balls slapping against her forehead while his tongue never stopped working her pussy. He buried his face in her cunt, lips forming a tight seal over her clit as he sucked hard, slathering her with spit. He wanted to slurp the orgasm out of her, drink every drop she spilled. His tongue fucked, teased, flicked. His cock pounded her throat like a drill looking for gold.

"Umh… ugh… ohhh!" Ajak moaned and gagged, her throat convulsing, her thighs squeezing his head tighter as that pressure in her core finally exploded.

Her pussy quivered violently and released a gush of her warm nectar right onto his hungry mouth. Her climax hit like lightning, her entire body trembling, squirming against the wall.

And Marshall drank her. Slurp after wet, filthy slurp. He didn't give a damn how dirty it was. He loved being buried balls deep in her mouth while he got to feast on her lovely slit. A god, a barbarian, an immortal man, shame had no space in his life.

Her essence painted his chin, his nose, his cheeks. His mouth was drenched, glistening with her climax, and he fucking loved it. But he didn't let himself cum. Not yet.

Not in that sweet mouth—he wanted more. He wanted all of her.

She was still quivering when he peeled her off his cock and tossed her onto the nearby bed like a prize deer. Her flushed, soaked body hit the sheets with a gasp, her squeezable full tits bouncing as she landed.

"You are… strong."

"I'm just getting started." Marshall walks toward the bed, watching the plump, curvy woman crawl backward to rest her head on the pillow. But when she was settled, she smirked and spread her legs wide open. Those thick, creamy, hot legs he wanted to play with.

"Proof?"

He inhaled deeply through his nose, the scent of sex thick in the air, and crawled up onto the bed like a beast stalking his prize, settling between her legs. But he didn't plunge in. No, not yet. Instead, he lowered himself like a slow, hungry lion and dove onto those magnificent, dusky breasts.

They were warm, cloud-like in his hands, each massive globe begging to be worshiped. His fingers sank deep into the soft flesh, kneading with desperate reverence. He suckled one nipple like it was a source of life, his lips latched and tongue flicking over the hard nub in messy circles. He bit it, suckled harder, and then moved to the other. His mouth left wet trails of saliva, his jaw working greedily.

"Oohhh–Marshall!" Her nipples swelled in his mouth, and he sucked as if he could draw moans from her very soul.

Once her tits were flushed and tender, he moved lower, settling between her legs. He sat upright on his knees, his cock bobbing proudly, then positioned the thick head right at her twitching pussy. He didn't rush. Instead, he rubbed his tip against the slick folds, savoring how the heat of her made his cock throb wildly.

Then he pressed inward, breaching her tightness.

Goddamn…

It was like slipping into a velvet, tight, glove. Her pussy gripped him with maddening precision. She wasn't just tight, she knew how to squeeze. Controlled contractions rippled along his shaft as if her cunt had a mind of its own.

Her inner walls wrapped around him like a heavy grip as he pushed deeper, inch by inch. His cockhead squeezed in, then halfway into heaven, then finally balls-deep in that scorching hot pool. It was pure bliss. But then he noticed the truth.

He looked at her. Her face was scrunched tight, those elegant lips pinned between her teeth. Her knuckles twisted the bedsheets, and her breath hitched in ragged bursts.

Not that easy, is it?

A slow grin curled on Marshall's face. He grabbed her plush thighs with both hands from the outer sides, her skin soft and warm under his fingers. Roughly, he pulled her higher and deeper onto himself.

Her hips lifted as he dragged her onto himself as if trying to impale her on his cock harder. He pulled and pulled greedily until the slope of his kneeling thighs on the bed made her ass rise higher, leaving her entire back arched upwards. Her thighs soon slid over his own, parted sideways, her knees lifted beside him.

"Ooooh!"

She felt stretched. Her entire lower half angled upward like a prized offering. Her upper back, shoulders, and head were the only things touching the bed now. The rest of her was in his hands, her lower half nestled in his lap, her pussy stretched and impaled.

Literally, under his complete control.

His cock shoved in deeper, her canal opened up straight and wider.

Plap!

"Aaaaah!"

He drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust. The slap of their flesh echoed like a thunderclap. Her entire body jolted, and his eyes locked on those glorious tits. They bounced like waves crashing in a storm; wild, uncontrolled, bruised from the earlier feasting. His cock was buried to the hilt, her soaked pussy sucking at him like it didn't want to let go.

"Oh… Oh heavens! So big—Marshall!" Ajak's moans weren't muted anymore. They were cries torn from deep in her chest like she was feeling cock for the first time in her long, immortal life.

Her voice shook as her pussy clung to him greedily, her lower back arching even higher, and her sweat-slicked tits bounced violently with every plunge of his cock.

Marshall gritted his teeth and kept her lower half raised and pinned in place. With her ass lifted and her upper back still on the bed, gravity made her tits tumble upward toward her face.

Each massive, glistening breast jiggled like a wave crashing in slow motion, soft, heavy, golden-brown mounds thrashing so violently that they smacked her own chin. He fucking loved it. Every ripple, every bounce, every drop of sweat rolling off those shining melons just made him want to plow her harder.

And harder he went.

He fucked her like it was the last night in the universe. His hips slammed forward, each thrust brutally deep, wet, and fast. The friction, the slickness, it was like fucking inside a warm, endless pocket of heaven. Her walls hugged him with velvet ridges, juicy and slick with her nectar, squeezing with otherworldly precision. He had to slow down just to process the raw pleasure radiating up his cock, but he didn't. He couldn't. The tight squeeze, the wet slide, the loud squelching sounds, it was perfection.

Marshall realized something then: He wasn't hitting the cervix. Not once. It was just… a slick wall. A perfect, bottomless pleasure tunnel.

Do aliens not have wombs?

Whatever the reason, he didn't care. She was made for this. Just soft ridges, tight grooves, and that addictive heat sucking him in like her pussy was designed to make him lose his fucking mind.

He went feral.

His thrusts grounded harder, sharper, every stroke delivered with brutal force. His abs flexed, sweat rolled down his chest, and he panted through his clenched jaw, muscles burning. He was superhuman, but even he was tiring now, teetering on the edge of orgasm, his balls drawing tight, his whole body screaming to explode.

Wait… she's not human. If I finish inside her… Oh! Who cares!

Fuck it. The thought snapped, buried by the tight suction of her cunt and the white heat shooting up his cock. There was no stopping it. His body had already decided.

He slammed in one last time and unloaded.

A hot eruption burst from him, thick and primal. Ropes of seed shot deep into her endless depths, his cock pulsing hard as he pumped her alien pussy full of so much baby batter it started to leak out around the seal of her swollen pussy lips. But his cock stayed buried, plugging her up as more gushes spilled inside her, flooding her inner sanctum.

And that heat—that did it for her.

"Oooooooh! Marshall! Yes!"

Ajak cried out with a guttural moan as her back arched like a drawn bow. Her thighs clamped around his waist, her cunt clenching in rippling spasms. Her climax crashed down like a tsunami. Her pussy churned him, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy, and she came, hard—on his pulsing cock, drowning in bliss.

Marshall stayed deep. He didn't move. His cock remained plugged tight inside her cum-filled pussy, sealing everything in. They rode the aftershocks together; bodies twitching, skin hot, breaths shallow and rapid.

Slowly, slowly, their chaos cooled.

Marshall let himself collapse forward, face sideways on her tits, his cheek pillowed by that warm, honey-soft flesh.

Her chest rose and fell beneath him, and her fingers found his hair, stroking softly, gently. Maternal in instinct, sensual in comfort.

Just then, calming, his cock slipped out, and he felt a volcano of hot juices drip out of her pussy and make a mess.

Damn… even her aftercare is fucking milfy, not just vibes.

He chuckled quietly, almost delirious, hands lazily fondling her swollen tits as they lay tangled and sticky in sweat. He kissed one nipple, tasted her skin, and let out a long, satisfied breath.

"If I can do this… every day." Marshall panted on top of her. "I'll forever be… sane."

"Heh… I feel the same, Marshall."

She does? That's great.

"Stay here for a while. I'd love to introduce you to the others." Ajak suggested, wishing to keep him there so their bond could grow.

That blonde one was nice. Man, alien pussy is fantastic.

Both had different reasons. So, Marshall decided to stay.

"Sure."

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!

"What's happening? Why can't we prune it?!"

"We don't know, Ma'am. The timeline's been altered—but it still registers as the Sacred Timeline. We've located the anomaly, but removal isn't an option. He's still reading as a natural occurrence."

Rebecca Tourminet frowned deeply as she stared at the screen, showing a fully red timeline. It was the Sacred Timeline. There were no branches forming from it. But it looked red, meaning it was changed. It was chaos all across TVA. "That's impossible! Do we have a reading on the anomaly?"

"No, ma'am. There's no anomaly in the signature. He's been anchored there for ages. The First Host sanctioned his presence."

"Celestials!" Rebecca gritted her teeth in annoyance. "It must be their doing. But at his rate, the Sacred Timeline will… collapse?"

She really wasn't sure. Other than the warning signs and the red color, nothing was different.

"Ma'am? What should we do?"

"Do what we know. Send Hunt—No! Send Agents, yes. Send Mobius and Paradox, both of them. Get them to physically assess the anomaly for an answer."

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