Marvel: Upgrading Death

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Going between the twins, Ajak, and Thena, Marshall was a happy man. He watched the new empires rise, and went around gathering taxes whenever he felt like it, or in case someone annoyed him too much.

Sadly, he still couldn't get Ajak and Thena to agree to a threesome.

Not that he was complaining. Ajak's full body, those magnificent big, cushiony breasts took his breath away. And Thena's athletic, foldable body and her occasional bouts of dominance were exciting.

He really had nothing to do but fuck, travel, fuck, travel, ponder for five years what to cook for dinner, then fuck more. Less First Man, he felt like the God of Sex. But every good thing came to an end as the twins grew old and he had to drop them back in Dinosia. There, the twins would be seen as elders of the faith, cherished, and taken care of. Marshall was then supposed to wait fifty years before taking the next maiden. That way, he maintained his overarching godly presence without getting too involved.

Hmm… Let's go to Ajak. Been a while since I tasted those fantastic melons.

Of the two Eternals, he liked Ajak more since she was more friendly, inviting, and responsive in bed. She'd suck him dry for no reason, and give him a tit job first thing in the morning. With her, the nights were fun. But with Thena, the days were fun as she was ready to fuck pretty much anywhere in any position whatsoever.

"Marty, don't scare the folks this time," Marshall advised his mighty steed as he rode towards the place Eternals were stationed.

"Ruff!"

Thud!

Thud!

Nonetheless, Marty's claws were massive and left large marks with loud thumps.

"Ah! I can see it! Man, I'm going to just dive into Ajak's boso—"

SHHHHHHH!

Before Marshall could finish speaking, out of nowhere, a multi-colored beam fell from the sky and covered him and Marty whole. It happened so fast, and felt so unthreatening, that he didn't have time to react.

In a single moment, he was swept into that alien beam.

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"Welcome to Asgard, my old friend."

"Grrrr?"

"And you too."

Marshall looked left and right at the golden surroundings, and then there was lavishly dressed, white-bearded Odin. Not in battle armor but in some sort of regal, creamy-white clothing. Behind Odin was the rainbow bridge.

"Asgard? Wow, never imagined I'd get to see the place so soon." Marshall said in awe and shook Odin's hand. "What's the occasion?"

"Come, I wanted you to join me for a feast I'm holding," Odin said, gesturing for him to follow.

Marshall eyed the old god with suspicion. It took Odin a million years to invite him, truly out of the blue now. There was certainly something going on. But was he going to care? Absolutely not.

"Asgardian feast? Hell yeah! Marty, let's go." Marshall walked beside Odin on the rainbow bridge, marveling at the massive castle in the distance. Asgard was really beautiful, he had to agree. Heck, now he wanted to steal one of their architects and take them to Dinosia.

It really was a feast there. Odin led him directly into the massive Great Hall. There was no throne, however, but rather rows of tables with countless Asgardians chatting, drinking, or cursing, and then one perpendicular long table on a higher platform where Odin's grand chair was set. Right beside Odin's grand chair was another one, almost similar in size but not golden.

Marshall sat down on the large, silver-coated chair, right beside Odin. But other than Odin, he didn't recognize anyone. It seemed Thor's generation wasn't born yet. Nor was there Frigga, Odin's wife, whom he remembered.

However, right in that instant, he did feel two peering eyes at him. It was from a distant table, a tall, blonde-haired woman with green eyes was fully focused on him.

Damn, already got fans. I really am too handsome.

On his left was Odin, and on his right was some long-bearded Asgardian he didn't know. It didn't matter as the food looked absurdly delectable. The meat, the pies, the fruits, and the massive mugs of Asgardian drinks. His hands and tongue twitched, but he waited as Odin was still standing, as if ready to give a speech.

"Asgardians!" Odin roared loudly and instantly, silence ushered in the hall. "Today, we welcome a friend. A man worthy to sit here. My old companion, Marshall, the First Man—He, Firehair, and I, once stood against a Celestial and faced their First Host! Raise your cups and roar with me—To Marshall, friend of Asgard!"

Feels like those pyramid scheme dinner parties. Marshall's senses told him it was a trap. The food looks good though.

"Marshall!"

"Marshall!"

"Good friend!"

The long-bearded men and pretty ladies all raised their cups and toasted towards Marshall. Feeling the hype, Marshall also raised the cup full of some liquid and then took a big sip.

What the…

As soon as he tasted the first drop, he couldn't stop. He kept drinking and finally…

Thud!

"Aaaah! Holy fuck! What is this thing? Nose candy? It's fucking delicious, Odin! What do you call this thing?" Marshall roared in pure delight. Earth was too primitive to satisfy his alcohol tastes so Asgardian drink really hit the mark. "Give me a barrel."

"Hah, drink more." Odin laughed and poured him another cup. "It's our finest mead. We make it with honey."

Marshall gulped down the entire cup in one go and slammed it down. He really fit in well with the Asgardians as his looks, his manners, and his clothes weren't that different from an Asgardian warrior. And he really fucking loved that mead.

"Marty! Get some to Marty. Boy's gonna love this." Marshall requested, eyeing the big T-Rex in the distance with his own massive table set up with gigantic pieces of cooked meat.

"He drinks?" Odin asked in surprise.

Marshall nodded strongly and looked for more of that mead. But the jar was empty already. "He eats and drinks whatever I do."

"Ehm… May I?"

Right then, a soft, feminine voice came from behind his chair. He looked; it was that same, tall, blonde woman who was eying him. She stood there with a jug in hand.

Man, how tall is she? She's… fucking stunning!

"Thank you, beautiful lady." Marshall had no concept of mincing his words and extended his cup. "I'm Marshall, by the way."

"I'm Amora." She replied and then did something. Something magical that made the man sitting on Marshall's right get up and leave. She quickly sat down there and kept pouring him more mead.

Marshall was too simple of a man. She gave him a beautiful view of her assets, and he looked, stared even. They were big, like really big. The woman was taller than him and most likely weighed more. But she wasn't fat at all, just insane curves despite looking fit. He felt something stir in his pants.

"Amora? So what are you goddess of?" Marshall asked, making small talk.

"Magic… and beauty."

"Oh, of the latter I have no doubt." He flirted and smugly smiled, eyeing her face. She was indeed a beauty in every way. Those soft lips, those green eyes. They stirred something. "Should've visited Asgard earlier, I feel."

"Why is that?"

He shamelessly eyed her bust. "Why not? The view is fantastic."

Amora chuckled and poured him another drink. Right then, the man she had sent away returned, and she also got up. But before leaving, she leaned beside Marshall and whispered something near his ear.

What she proposed really interested him. Enough that he could feel his erection threatening to rip apart his trousers.

"Be wary, Marshall," Odin said from the side, his voice edged with caution. "Amongst the halls of Asgard, she has an ill reputation. We call her Enchantress—and not without cause."

Damn! Sounds hot!

"Forget fretting over that. Now—what's the damage on this mead? Hell, sell me the recipe too. I'll make it the damn national drink of Dinosia." Marshall eagerly asked like an addict. "Or just keep the supply coming; I'm not picky."

"Marshall," Odin intoned, voice low as thunder at rest, setting down his cup with grave intent. His gaze, heavy with ages, fixed upon his guest. "You shall have unbounded passage to Asgard, and this mead without end. In return… a favor. A small deed, for one of your strengths."

"I knew it! So who do I gotta drag in for this scam to pay off? What's the bounty—three suckers and a goat? Wait. I didn't sign jack. Good. I'll just vanish. Again. Worked last time."

"Still yourself, Marshall! You mistake my intent. I come with truth in hand—this matter is for my daughter."

"Oh?" Marshall frowned profusely at that, even more than the last time. "I… I'm flattered, Odin but… I'm not the marriage type, you know. Don't wanna settle down yet. Sure, I want kids, but I don't think I'm ready."

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