Marvel: Upgrading Death

With Ajak and Thena, Marshall had enough distractions to remain busy for centuries to come. He also took maidens from Dinosia periodically to keep things spiced up. But despite all his attempts, he couldn't get Ajak and Thena to join him in a threesome. They were too professional to do that.

Still, he never gave up.

And with his hobby of collecting taxes, Marshall never got bored. Still, every good thing eventually comes to an end. Marshall started to lose interest in collecting taxes, and Marty, as well, lost his only partner. And since Agamotto was finally dead, Marty seriously had no hope for another T-Rex.

Time went by, and years passed. The legend of the First Man was written down in almost every culture across the world. The taxes paid to him were recorded as well. And slowly, as large empires became a thing, collecting taxes became so easy that he just made the emperors pay him directly.

The Roman Republic tried to refuse him at first. But a few threatening showcases got them all lined up. But that didn't mean he found nothing interesting.

As 50 BCE approached, Marshall grew interested in human civilizations. With the turn of the era right around the corner, he really wanted to see it all. Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Ancient Egypt.

And on such a random pilgrimage, he arrived in Egypt. Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator was its ruler, a woman Marshall remembered from his past memories. He was interested in her, in seeing if she was as beautiful and hot as she was hyped up to be.

She was not.

"Ugh… Just give me the yearly offerings."

In the end, when he barged into Cleopatra's royal hall, he just lost all the strength in his balls. She wasn't ugly at all. But after having fucked the likes of Firehair, Gaea, Ajak, and Thena, Cleopatra was average. Her lightly-tanned pale skin, that eye makeup, and all that gold headgear were exotic.

But seriously, he didn't feel that aroused by the woman. So, he just demanded his right, the money owed. He didn't even try to threaten them, already done with his taxing habit.

"You're THE First Man?!" Cleopatra shouted from her throne.

"..."

Not often it happened. But Marshall found the situation reversed. Instead of him, it was Cleopatra trying to court him. She didn't even lie, just said she wanted his power to keep her kingdom from being defeated by the Romans.

"Thanks, not interested." Marshall refused. He just wanted to leave and find Ajak and smush his face in her amazing tits. In comparison, Cleopatra didn't have large breasts or wide hips, and she was short.

"I will give you riches! I will give you…"

She rambled about all the things she could give him. She offered him her womb, she offered him her entire life. She showed clear desperation. It made sense if it was towards a god.

In the end, Marshall softened. After a hundred million years he had sworn to never refuse a woman as long as she looked like a decent woman. Cleopatra checked all the boxes.

"Alright, alright!" He pinched the corner of his eyes. "Take me to the room."

No shame, pure desire to win over the all-powerful legendary god, Cleopatra jumped at the opportunity. She wasn't really scared of sex anyway. To her, it was a fantastic tool to keep men under control. To maintain the illusion of romance and make use of great minds and great cocks.

And if that cock belonged to a god, she was ready to open up every inch of her body to welcome him.

"This way." Cleopatra grabbed Marshall's hand and practically dragged him towards her royal quarters. It was insanely lavish there. The colors, the walls.

Cleopatra was quick to shut the gates, order the guards to not disturb them, and scold the servants to run away. Then, she looked back at the god in human skin and smiled as seductively as she could.

On another thought. Marshall finally felt a tingle in his balls.

Cleopatra removed her headgear, revealing her black hair. She smiled and pushed her gown off her shoulders, and continued to walk bare towards Marshall. She was short and pretty toned, but her young beauty was spilling out. She swayed her hips and just when she came close to Marshall, she changed direction and walked to the bed.

Trying to tease me?

Marshall sighed at her attempts. He was hard now, and he just wanted to ram into her with no care.

"I'm yours, O' God of all men!" She moaned and let herself fall backward onto the bed. She crawled backward, and once she felt pillows, she sank into them, and at last, spread her folded legs apart.

Marshall was already walking towards the bed. But the instant she spread open her legs, he froze. His smile vanished. His brows creased together furiously. He was no man to shame a woman or her partners. He was not a man to care much about anything but…

"Holy fucking shit! Is that herpes?!" Marshal roared in shock and took a step back. "Cleopatra's got herpes? Ugh… I can see the damn blisters! My god, what the fuck have you been fucking? No, I'll pass—Caesar can have you."

Without a second wasted, Marshall started leaving, his cock as soft as the day he was born.

"First Man?!"

Cleopatra came running after him, naked, even through the gates, with no care that her own guards saw her.

"Fuck that! I know I'm immune to all that shit but no… looks matter. I'm done, I gotta bleach my eyes, and there ain't any fucking bleach! Forget the taxes, I don't give a shit… ugh… I need Thena."

Cleopatra was confused. Most men sank to their knees to please her. She didn't know what he was even talking about.

It wasn't her fault. Herpes, or the very condition she had, wasn't recognized as a distinct disease in that era.

Ignoring Cleopatra, Marshall just left the palace and vanished into the distance with Marty right beside him.

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Years passed, but Marshall remained in Egypt. He had a few reasons, like wanting to see Jesus for good. But also, he hollowed out the pyramids from underneath and left random things inside to fuck with future historians. In his defense, he was bored.

Then, he made himself a mega cave in Mount Catherine in Egypt. After that, he plundered the Library of Alexandria and stored the books in his cave. Why? He was bored, interested, and wanted to see how much they'd sell for in the modern times.

For the first time, Marshall became more excited about the modern times than the current. The dumb humans had started to get on his nerves. They didn't even understand the insults he threw at them as they had no clue what a neanderthal was, or why he called them apes.

"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"

Marshall was sleeping in that cave in Egypt, and an old book written in an unknown language lay open on his face. No, he wasn't reading it. He used it to block light coming from the window.

"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"

He snored, loudly.

"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"

Marty was annoyed. Snoring was new to Marshall. Endless sex with the Eternals, and too much food, Marty could see that his human had started to gain some weight. There was just no one who could put up a fight against Marshall.

"Grwwwwr!" Marty pinched his massive nail on Marshal's book-covered head. "Grrrr~"

"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr… A-Ah… yes… suck it deeper!"

"..."

Marty turned speechless. Even in dreams his human thought of sex. Ah, sex, that mythical thing. In any case, Marty decided to smack the fuck out of Marshall's hammock.

BAM!

Marty struck so hard that the hammock spun many times, mummifying Marshall entirely.

"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"

Yet, the snoring continued.

Marty lost it then and kicked Marshall.

Wooosh!

The hammock got detached and…

"Skreee!"

Marty roared in pure panic as the kicked hammock flew out of the damn window entirely, Marshall still stuck in it. And the fucking window was at the peak of the mountain.

Bam!

Bam!

Bam!

Marty ran after his human, trying his best. Eventually, at the base of the mountain they had both hollowed out, the hammock stopped. Marty quickly unwrapped the hammock and…

Marshall was still sleeping.

Crunch!

But right then, the sound of footsteps came from nearby. Marty became alert and shockingly, Marshall also woke up, wiping the drool and smirk off his face.

"Damn, what a dream it was Marty. Ajak and Thena at the same time… A man can really dream." Marshall murmured, yawning non-stop, and looked at the sky. "Wait, why am I outside?"

Marty stayed tight-lipped and looked at the humans approaching them from a distance.

Soon, the three human figures approached Marshall and Marty. The dark-skinned man among them, dressed in strange bright green clothes, with a shining crystal on his forehead, looked unmoved. But the dirty-looking man and woman walking behind looked frightened by Marshall and Marty's presence.

"First Man! Oh, First Man! I have come seeking you from lands beyond!" The black man ran up to Marshall and fell to his knees. "I am Anath-Na Mut, but some call me Sphinx. I remember you when you were with Moses. Ramses II threw me out after my loss to Moses—Help me… Help this puny creature."

"..."

Marshall awkwardly picked his nose, feeling sore all over his body for some reason. And suspiciously, Marty was all too silent. Nonetheless, he addressed the man. "So, Ah-Naughty Nut, what do you want?"

Anath-Na Mut knelt as if paying respect. "Please, I have failed in every way. I am cursed with immortality. Please… kill me and free me from this curse."

Man, why do I always attract lunatics?

"Alright." Marshall shrugged and eyed the man and woman. The woman seemed to be holding a tightly wrapped baby in her arms. "And them? They also want to d—"

"No, I found them on my way here." Anath-Na Mut said, looking back with pity. "King Herod is after their child's life. An Angel warned them, so they journeyed here to seek refuge. I couldn't think of a better place to be safe than in your care."

"A king wants to kill a baby? Hah. Classic power move. Why? Beats me. Not my business. Sure, you can lay low here—the cave's roomy, watch your step near the hot spring though. I'm Marshall. People around the world call me the First Man. And this big guy is Marty, my buddy, or son?—I've lost track."

Woosh!

Marty waved his little T-Rex arm towards the guests.

"Thank you, thank you so much, First Man. We didn't believe you were real all along. Thank you." The man cried in gratitude as if the looming ax was lifted off his neck. "I am Joseph, and this is my wife, Mary."

"..."

That sounds very…

Marshall eyed Marty, who eyed him back, even though Marty had no damn clue why Marshall looked at him.

Then, Marshall looked at the little baby in the woman's arms. "And the baby?"

Smiling, Mary answered. "My son, Yeshua."

There was silence for a while. A long, long while. And then, Marshall exploded.

"HOLY JESUS CHRIST!"

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