Marvel: Upgrading Death

It was his first time looking up at a woman while pinned down, bent slightly back, his knees half-pushed to his chest. He could've stopped her with a flick of his finger, but he didn't. He didn't feel dominated at all. In fact, he was so strong that all her attempts to dominate him only tickled him.

And he wanted to see where this was going. Every instinct in his body screamed that this wasn't domination, this was a show. And he had the front-row seat to a goddess unraveling in lust.

"Oh? So this is how we're playing it?" he said, lips curling up, eyes gleaming. "Go on, take your seat."

She didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

Her body trembled as her plump ass hovered over his cock, squatting like a beast in heat. Keeping his legs raised and pushed towards his chest, Thena lowered herself, her legs spread, sitting down on his under thighs, his thick cock aching to be inside her.

Her breasts hung freely between his upraised legs, bouncing subtly with each breath. Her cunt hovered above his shaft, so wet she dripped down his length, using her slick folds to tease the flushed crown of his cock with gentle, wet sways. Her pussy kissed his tip; Warm, sticky, needy.

Then she slammed down, mindlessly. No tease, just a pure plunge.

"Ugghhh…" The sound that rippled from her throat dripped with indulgence. Her petals stretched around him, parted around his cock like lips desperate to feast, swallowing inch after inch with greedy spasms.

Marshall groaned hard. Fuck, she's tight.

Almost dry. Not from lack of arousal—no, she was dripping—but from the sheer constriction, the grip so divine it almost felt like heaven greeted him. Her love tunnel was snug, clinging, fighting to keep him in, stretching obscenely around the girth of his large cock. It made him question if he was her first.

Yet she didn't slow down. She forced herself down on him, hissing and moaning with each unbearable inch that filled her core.

"Mmmmh… Pleasure… pleasure… too much… pleasure…" she whimpered, shaking as she sat fully on his under thighs, his cock buried to the hilt.

What the… I can… read her thoughts.

Somehow, once his cock was hilt deep, he felt a change. He felt a strange connection with her mind, established far better than his telepathy.

Sex, breeding, fucking, pleasure… They're… memories? Holy shit, it's a clusterfuck.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Thena started riding him with furious intent, her hips snapping down like a piston, her pale ass slapping against his thighs like percussion. She was losing herself—no, finding herself. Her wet folds crashed down on his cock again and again, as if trying to fuse his body to hers. Each drop of her hips was pure violence and ecstasy, her cunt clenching tighter each time, her breath getting wilder, wetter, less robotic.

Marshall could feel it. She was actually using her entire strength to fuck herself. Any common man would have died from that treatment.

And through it all, Marshall kept "feeling". The memories. The trauma. The fractures in her mind slowly peeled apart under the rhythm of raw, pounding sex. He wasn't just fixing her—he was rebuilding her.

"Sex… Ah… Pleasure… Oh Umhp…. Ah! Ah! Yes~~"

Her moans changed. No longer coded, no longer monotone. They rose like music—melodic purrs, helpless whimpers, moans that curled around his ears like soft silk. Her body responded more with every plunge; hips shuddering, thighs twitching, her breath catching in her throat as her pussy clamped harder with every plunge.

Then her body suddenly arched, her spine tightening into a beautiful arc as her nipples peaked and her belly quivered with impending climax.

Then it struck.

"Ahhhhh–!"

A quake of rapture overtook her. A long, gasping moan spilled out of her mouth as her head whipped back and her pussy convulsed around him. Her hands' grip on his calves tightened like a vice as the orgasm ripped through her with ungodly force.

"I-It's working!"

Her cry rang through the room, loud and wild, her voice finally fully hers again. Her eyes, once white, flickered—just for a second. The purity cracked. The goddess trembled.

She slammed her hips down one last time and froze. Muscles knotted up, trembling, her breasts thrust forward and her mouth stretched in a silent scream as her pussy gushed around his cock in a sudden, wet release.

Her climax hit like a thunderclap. An uncontrollable burst of heat that soaked his cock and thighs, her entire body twitching as the high overtook her. She rode it helplessly, pussy clinging to the rigid cock pulsing inside her like it was the only thing grounding her. It soothed her mind somehow.

She was coming down, and yet still trapped in the trance of orgasm, hips jerking with aftershocks, her cunt milking his cock with squeezing spasms as her body trembled uncontrollably on top of him.

But Marshall wasn't finished—not even close.

"Ghhh…" He growled softly, the animal in him waking, and shifted their bodies with practiced ease. Her lithe figure clung to him instinctively as he flipped them, his strong arms keeping her secure.

He completely reversed their entire position. With him on top, between her legs, he planted his knees wide.

Her back was flat against the bed, legs splayed wide like a feast laid bare just for him. To prepare for the classic piledriver, Marshall pushed her knees up to her chest until a yelp escaped her lungs. Then he pushed her legs even further, folding her up until her curving ass rose high for him to drive straight down. Finally, he leaned in and plunged back inside her dripping, overfucked pussy.

"Ummm… Yesss!" A sharp breath left her lips as his cock speared back into her, deep and unrelenting.

Her eyes, still fogged by pleasure, blinked back tears, real ones—but she smiled through them. A soft, peaceful smile, like she was finally finding calm in the storm of her chaotic mind.

"I know what to do… this is what we both needed, I guess," he groaned, loving the sight of this beauty as he drove down into her soaking hot pussy. Her long, beautiful legs were folded into her chest, his hands keeping them pressed, and her ass naturally rose high despite no support under her back.

Then he fucked her like a man, a god, the First Man.

His hips slammed into hers, his cock jackhammering her slit like he was carving his name into her flesh. Her pussy was raw, clenching with overstimulated spasms, gushing slick each time his fat cock bottomed out inside her. Just watching her lower lips stretch wide was a trillion-dollar view. He was driving it so deep her whole body rocked.

The bed frame groaned violently before its legs gave out with a loud crack, the mattress collapsing under the fury of his thrusts.

"Ughhh… o-oh—oh!" Thena gasped, tossing her head side to side as another climax seized her. She came again, violently. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with wave after wave of searing heat, each one more desperate than the last.

Plap! Squelch!

"Angh! Angh! Mmmmmm… Yes!" Thena's moans finally gained personality.

He was inside her mind, still, peeling apart her fractured memories and putting them back into place, using his cock as the key. Juices frothed at the base of his unrelenting cock, wet squelches echoing through the broken room as he thrust into her again and again.

And each time she came, it sounded wetter, louder—messier. Her body moved under him like it was built to be fucked, wrung dry, and filled again, folded so beautifully that it was only possible with a goddess like her. Her pussy contracted in pleasure every time, muscles knotting so hard she felt like she was swimming in whipped cream.

"Yesssss… Mmmmmm… Deep! Deeper… yesss!" Thena cried out, her voice soaring as she reached yet another peak.

Then, at last—the chaos cracked.

With one final thrust, a loud slap of flesh against flesh, her eyes went wide… and then clear. Entirely clear. Her body jerked beneath him, tits bouncing, mouth wide open in a scream that tore from deep in her core. "Ahhhhhh~!!"

A tsunami of heat and wet poured from her cunt as she climaxed harder than ever, her body locking up, her ass raised towards the ceiling, and her mind finally, fully realigned.

"Ughhh…" He groaned with a tight hiss, burying himself to the hilt as his cock flexed deep inside Thena and crossed that final threshold of pure pleasure.

Then it hit. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his shaft like a geyser. Pulse after pulse of molten cream gushed into her battered pussy, so much that it overflowed within seconds, spilling back out in slow, oozing trails that dripped over her ass and down onto the ruined sheets. He stuffed her full, slathering her womb if she had any with his thick jam.

Her belly twitched as the warmth spread inside, heavier with his load.

"Unnngh… Fuck!" Marshall roared in primal pleasure and grounded his cock hard, deep inside Thena, as if imprinting himself. The last few twitches of his spraying batter eventually ended in the deepest depth of her.

He panted and looked down at her face, lovely, back to normal, her eyes looking back at him. No shock, no surprise, none of that white-eyed berserk state. There was pleasure and satisfaction, and peace.

Still panting, Marshall released her from that folded position and collapsed forward into a sprawl, flat on her body. His cock stayed inside, nestled in the swampy aftermath of their fuck. He pressed his face to her pale tits, kissing the pink tips, now hard and sensitive, flicking them with his tongue as her fingers weaved through his hair.

"Hnnn… Y-You did it…" she whispered, her voice soft and stunned, not even pushing him away. "You fixed it…"

"Shhh…" he murmured against her breast, eyes half-lidded. "Not done yet… I've got more healing to give you."

To his surprise, Thena let out a soft giggle, a real one, and her long, strong legs curled up around his waist, drawing him back in. Her battered, creamy pussy pulsed around his cock like it missed him already, the mess inside squishing lewdly as she shifted under him.

"I think… I need it as well," she whispered as if this was her true self.

Good dick fixes it all, I guess.

To Marshall, as weird logic as it was, relished it. He didn't expect to get her into bed so fast, but he wasn't complaining.

Five centuries… at least… I ain't getting bored anytime soon with this one.

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