Marvel: Upgrading Death

Thena had yet to meet a man as outrageous as Marshall. She had never once seen someone debase Celestials like he did. And Marshall did it despite knowing who they were.

Nonetheless, Thena finished a glass of wine and stood up. "I need you to enter my mind again."

"Kinky…"

"..."

"You said my mind is chaotic. I need you to find the source of that chaos." Thena asked him, finally her voice taking on a softer tone. "I will be grateful for it."

Damsel in distress? Damn, classic trope. After that comes the exciting bits, no?

"Sure, when do I start?"

Thena said nothing and just got up, walking away.

Marshall downed the cup of wine, followed behind her, and with excitement, entered the large bedroom with a king-sized bed. He watched Thena walk up to the bed and lay down flat on her back like a corpse, her hands softly placed on her belly.

"You may begin."

"..."

She really trusts me, doesn't she? He thought, but couldn't help taking a look.

She was, just as he would have imagined, goddess Athena. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than him. Her chest rose in beautiful, handful globes, then came her toned belly, and those vexing, widening hips, not too much, just enough to make a man thirsty. Her legs were toned and long.

Holding back his pure desire to see her naked, he went ahead and sat down on the bed, right beside her chest. He crossed his legs fully, used to it by now, and then placed his palm on her forehead.

"Alright, there isn't much you can do. Just relax and let me take a peek."

She's so fucking warm and soft.

Marshall, perpetually horny after a hundred million years of dryness, gulped and just focused on her eyes. Not her hot neck, not her face, not her chest. Just her big, beautiful eyes. And then, he probed her mind.

Seriously, he didn't need to put his hand on her head. But he still did it for the dramatics. And then, he slid into her mind.

Damn!

There was nothing intact inside of her mind. All her memories were jumbled up, mixed together, and colliding, destroying each other. He saw some of them, her fighting some beasts, her looking badass and absolutely hot. It was impossible for him to hold back his erection, but he did his work earnestly.

In some, she looked like she had lost control and went berserk. They were so mixed that even for Marshall, it was hard to make sense of anything.

Wait, is this why she's so stoic all the time?

Marshall didn't know what he could do. But he started using some telepathic force to split the colliding memories apart. He started slow but then gained momentum. There were so many memories, thousands upon thousands of years worth. Not just from Earth but from many other worlds.

What about this one?

Right then, he found a memory that was extremely tainted, as if forced to be pushed down deep into her psyche. It was a tiny memory, a mere blip not even worth five seconds. But it showed something horrifying. There was Thena and some blue-skinned alien. No, it was an alien baby, and… when Thena fought the Deviants, a dead Deviant corpse fell on the alien kid, squashing the kid like an insect under the foot. It was gore, it was horror.

"Unnnh…"

All of a sudden, Thena's body started twitching. Marshall looked and noticed her eyes had slowly started to turn white.

He tried to split her memories faster, trying to heal her. But then he saw something, a memory where Thena was bare naked, looking at herself in the mirror. He cursed under his breath and kept going.

But it was too late. He wasn't fast enough, and his own mental state affected everything.

"Oh?" Marshall exclaimed. He noticed her eyes going full white. "Eyes rolling already? Didn't even do—"

Bam!

Thena's arm moved abruptly and grabbed Marshall's wrist, yanking his hand away from touching her forehead. Her frozen, expressionless face changed to a soft sneer and she sat up as if defying gravity.

"Creation! Mating! Pleasure! Climax! Mating!..."

What the fuck?

Marshall felt her grip hard on his wrist and her words sounded like chanting curses. "I know I'm handsome but we take it slow, girl."

"Kissing! Mating! Pleasure… Hngh!"

That was it. She moved and pounced like a lioness in heat. Thena crashed into him, straddling his lap in a flash, and grabbed both his hands by the wrists, slamming them up against the headboard. Her mouth found his with rabid hunger, tongue stabbing, lips tearing, devouring his kiss like she hadn't tasted flesh in a thousand years.

"Ugh… Ghk… Umph!" she growled into his mouth, all breath and desperation, a storm of guttural, instinctual moans spilling as she kissed. Her hips ground into him with friction, as if her core already ached for friction. She wasn't thinking, only following that mating instinct.

Marshall just let out a laugh through her gnawing lips. "Woooh! That's a first! Feisty woman!"

He barely had time to enjoy it before he heard the tear—fabric ripping like paper.

His shirt, then his pants. Gone. Shredded by her hands with mechanical precision and primal lust. Even while she kissed him like a wild animal, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, already heavy in her grip. Her other hand never let go of his wrists. She had him pinned, and he loved it.

"Mmmmmh… Sex, seed, sex… pleasure…" she muttered through frantic kisses, her voice vibrating against his tongue.

"My… fucking… god! Hell yeah!" he groaned as she bit down on his bottom lip with a hungry snap.

She slid down his body in a slow, aggressive crawl, yanking what was left of his pants fully off and freeing his cock with a near-reverent savagery.

When her fully whitened eyes landed on his shaft, thick and towering, she didn't flinch. That look. That burning, greedy spark in her gaze. It wasn't a surprise—it was recognition. As if she'd found exactly what her body had craved for.

Then she lunged.

Her mouth swallowed his cock like it was oxygen. No teasing, no gentle licks. Just a raw, ruthless need. Her lips sealed around his girth and her head bobbed with speed, tongue lashing beneath and around him while her throat convulsed and sucked, hard, dragging him deeper with every motion like she wanted to pull his soul from his balls.

"Fuck—Thena!" Marshall gasped, his head slamming back into the pillow. Her pace was feral, rough enough to make weaker men scream, but to him? It was heaven. "Mmmgh… I knew you had the best mouth!"

Marshall couldn't help it. Instinct kicked in. His both hands grabbed her head and he started to thrust up into her mouth, fucking her face with deep, full strokes. His cockhead punched the back of her throat as he groaned and grunted, each plunge greeted by her wet, obscene gagging slurps.

"Ghk! Ghk! Ghk!"

Then, so suddenly, she smacked his hands away from her head.

Her high-tech attire vanished in a flash of golden light like divine silk falling away to bare unholy desire. Naked now, she knelt between his legs, radiant and flushed, her body taut and trembling with heat.

She was a sight to behold. Slender, of course, but sinfully shaped, every curve humming with obscene temptation. Her tits were handful and creamy, rising with each needy breath, pink tips stiff and flushed. Her waist dipped like a dream, hips wide and ripe, thighs strong yet soft, begging to be spread. Her belly was flat, legs long and toned, her alabaster skin pale and glowing faintly with celestial heat.

But now, she was burning. Not with rage. With want.

"Breeding… sex… pleasure… climaxes…" Thena kept muttering like a corrupted machine stuck on a carnal loop, her voice breathless, her tone robotic. Her body twitched between his legs like it was being puppeted by pure lust—no thought, no hesitation, just hunger coded into flesh.

Then, without warning, she grabbed his legs and pulled Marshall down lower onto the bed until he didn't have a pillow's support. She loomed between his legs with the dominance of a queen claiming her prize. Then she grabbed his legs, both of them, and shoved them upward towards his chest with sharp strength, folding him into a position so unorthodox, it jolted a laugh out of him.

"Huh? Wha—? Going full Amazon?" Marshall blinked, flustered, his cock twitching in the air. This was new. This was wild. This is fucking amazing.

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