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Splash!
"Bahahah! For a fatass, you sure catch the smallest fish, Marty." Marshall mocked Marty while they both sat near the port, fishing rods in their hands.
"Ruff!" Marty exhaled.
"Sure, sure, all I hear is excuses." Marshall looked behind. "Getting loud here now."
A huge crowd had gathered behind them. It was as if the entire island's population had arrived there. Some of them were on their knees, holding books and praying to him. Some had hands clasped, and some spread, and some were completely lying flat towards him.
"It's annoying. Let's go, Marty. They've still got my temple here. It's in ruins, let's give it some repairs."
Marty threw the rod into the sea and got up right away. Marshall jumped onto Marty's head.
Soon, the crowd parted as Marty came closer. Marshall just waved at them. That was the least he could do.
However, Marshall noticed a stunning woman in the crowd, standing out amongst the rest. She had an air of nobility, her clothes a beautiful, multi-layered gown, off-the-shoulder type, revealing her creamy, full shoulders. Her neck was delicate, covered by a lovely, expensive necklace. Her hair was done intricately, in a way that could only be done by servants.
The woman grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it a little while giving a noble curtsy.
She's hot.
Marshall saw it. She was curvy, and the swells were noticeable in her gown. Her height surprised him, probably at five feet eight, which was not normal for that time. She had a slim waist, too, or maybe that was the gown. Her eyes were blue, long lashes, high cheekbones, pale luminous skin—a real beauty.
"Wanna ride?" He asked, but it was unclear what ride he was offering.
The woman was taken aback and looked left and right. Then pointed at herself.
Marshall just moved his hand and raised the woman in the air with telekinesis. She yelped at first, but then looked down in pure awe. The people below were the same.
"You shouldn't stand in a crowd like that," Marshall said as he brought her closer to him, still hovering in the air. "It's the prettiest flowers that get plucked the fastest."
Holy sweet baby Jesus! I came up with that line? Damn, I'm getting smart!
The woman blushed; even her smile was beautiful. "My prayers to you, respected First Man. I merely came over to lay my eyes upon you."
And I thank god for that. Marshall laid his eyes upon her. The more he looked, the more he was interested. It had been so long since he bedded another human that wasn't from Dinosia. But this woman made him want to.
"Then you can continue, but closer."
With that, Marshall landed her right in front of his chest, sideways, on his lap. Her fabulous, soft, supple hips squeezed into his thighs. His arms captured her like a princess.
Marty started walking again.
The woman was speechless, her pale face turning red, her heart racing so much that it could be felt. She almost forgot to breathe there. She wasn't angry at all, she found herself unable to. They say, a woman's body only belonged to her husband and god—this was a god.
"What is your name?" Marshall asked.
"I… I'm Elisabeth Amalie Eugenie… I'm Empress consort of Austria… First Man."
"An Empress?" Marshall exclaimed, finding it hard to believe. "It's rare for someone as beautiful as you to come out of royalty. You're perhaps amongst the most beautiful of all queens and Empresses I've seen. Perhaps less than Cleopatra, but again, she was rotten everywhere but her face."
"D-Do you mean the Cleopatra?"
"That's right," Marshall replied, and took a closer look at her face. She wasn't like those slim women. She had a fine body, neither plump nor fleshy, yet full. She clearly put a lot of effort into her health. It showed. Her hair alone, he reckoned, reached her ankles.
Elisabeth's eyes grew wide and sparkled. She just stared at the god's face. It felt like a wild dream to her. She felt her body getting better just by being embraced by him.
"And here comes my temple."
Marty finally stopped.
Marshall jumped down while keeping the Empress in a princess carry. "So, Elizabeth, are you interested in wasting some time with me here?"
"N-No time spent with you is wasted, great First Man."
"So be it!"
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"Ooooooh~ I… am… so blessed… to be here… Mmmmmh!"
Elizabeth panted in slow waves, her whole body trembling like a tower caught in the earth's tremor. Her slender legs rested on Marshall's broad shoulders, knees tucked tight against the swell of her magnificent breasts, rising and falling with each fierce thrust from him.
The weight of his limbs pressed her down like a sacrament. That strange, wild sensation of surrender and worship all rolled into one, buzzing inside her head.
Every muscle felt on fire, every nerve sparking with overstimulation. Her pussy clenched mercilessly, throbbing and soaked around his cock like molten silk. The delicious friction spread through her pussy walls and shot out to every trembling finger and toe. She was withering under a god, utterly drenched in want and worship, her skin flushed to alabaster perfection.
"Mmmmmh! I… never knew… it could feel… this way, oh, God!" Sisi moaned.
"Yes?" Marshall cheekily replied and leaned further down into her. Pressing his palms into the soft, yielding underthighs of her legs, spreading her open wider with a strength that made her gasp. His gaze locked on her face, framed by cascades of insanely long hair that spilled in chaotic waves all over the round bed, the very center of his temple.
He'd been fucking her for a week now. Every inch, mouth, ass, cunt.
She'd taken it all with open arms, begging for more every time. She bathed in the glow of his prowess, seeing a halo around him, convinced a god was rutting her soul alive.
Marshall wasn't just playing around; he was genuinely intrigued by the fair beauty.
There was something about Elisabeth. The fire behind those blue eyes, the sharp mind that matched her royal lineage. She was fun, quick-witted, unafraid to dive into risky pleasures, like that time she'd agreed to anal, an act few of her kind would dare entertain. That boldness excited him, made every thrust feel like a conquest, every moan a victory.
And damn, she was stunning. The inbreeding of ancient royalty hadn't destroyed her; it actually came out with something nice for once.
"Sisi… Moan harder… louder."
He released her legs and flipped them, bringing her on top of him in a seamless, hungry motion.
Sisi landed like a marble statue come to life, a goddess carved from stone but burning with scorching heat. Her flat belly pressed against his chest, hips wide and welcoming, her loins swallowing him whole.
Her lower lips were pale, fresh, shockingly untouched by time despite motherhood. Her breasts, swollen and ripe, spilled beyond his palms. And that hair, untamed, endless, tangled around them like a living thing.
"Faster… Sisi… harder."
Her body obeyed every word, squatting wide and rising and falling on his cock with desperation, riding him all the way to oblivion. Each deep plunge stretched her petals further than she thought possible, a delicious ache stretching the limits of her ecstasy.
"Oooooh!" She bit her lips, moaning softly, riding the waves crashing through her veins. She felt stretched; it churned deep inside. She could feel his length shifting the gates of her womb, holding her up like a puppet on a stick.
Marshall almost wondered how she could take anything that far in.
"C-Close… Forgive me…" she whimpered, falling forward against his chest in a breathless collapse. Her climax tore through her, flooding onto his battering ram in a bid for mercy. This time more watery, this time exhausting her body so much she could only whimper and tremble like a meek kitten on his chest.
"Shh… Feel it." Marshall pulled her closer, lips crashing against hers in a plundering kiss. His hips jumped up, sinking deeper into her royal cunt, the rhythmic pounding drawing out louder whimpers from her throat.
"Ungh! Umm… uhhh!"
Smack! Smack!
Plap! Plap!
The sounds of their bodies slapping, slick and wet, filled the temple
"Gck…" Marshall's groan deepened as he teetered on the edge.
Elizabeth moaned back, tongue darting against his lips, kissing him harder, feeling how holy and unholy their union was. How she hoped time would freeze and she'd never have to leave this warm embrace.
Marshall's fingers dug into her ass, gripping like talons, and then he spilled himself deep inside her, his cream flooding her sacred cave for the nth time. The warmth leaked out, sullying the pristine bed beneath them.
Their lips were still glued together in a messy, frantic kiss filled with greed, as if they didn't want to waste any drop of warm breath.
After what felt like hours, she stopped kissing and sat up, eyes tired.
Marshall fondled her breasts and grinned. "Sisi… want to experience something different? That fullness, everywhere, all at once?"
Elizabeth gulped. "H-How?'
Marshall just grinned.
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Empress Elizabeth was an independent and rebellious sort. But her life at court in Vienna, and her mother-in-law disturbing her peace, made her reclusive. She had withdrawn from public life. However, when she received the right push, she found herself blooming once again.
Those six months spent with the First Man, she felt, she would never forget in her life. Not just the bedding and those tendrils, but the knowledge she gained and the experiences. She felt they taught her a lot. Speaking with the First Man made her realise how small her thinking was. Her husband and all other royals were the same.
She found out about the otherworldly entities lurking in their world. Entities that could destroy the world itself. She found out about Asgard. She found that there was life out there in the sky. She learned from Marshall, and she believed his every word.
Initially, she thought the First Man was like those mythical creatures crazed about sex. But she never got pregnant. And the First Man never left her alone. Instead, the First Man took her to the legendary land of Dinosia. She'd only read about it in the books, but she got to see it for herself.
She even got her body treated there. Her lungs, her fatigue; it was all healed. She saw buildings so high, technology that made little sense. Clean, orderly, a society she couldn't even dream of being real. Yet, it was all real. It was the land of the First Man, the home of the faith of the First Man.
Unlike the world, where the First Man was simply an angel or a deity in an already existing religion. In Dinosia, the only religion was the First Man himself.
She learned. She saw. She understood.
And then, she received it.
"One wish—Anything you desire. I never thought I'd find a human I like this much, but here I am. Make a wish, Empress."
She heard those words from the First Man. And she knew what she needed to ask. The bane of her existence. The bane of her husband's existence, whom she still cherished.
In mere days, her mother-in-law was found dead in her sleep, believed to have passed from natural causes. The woman who had influenced the court for years as her son's main advisor for years.
From then on, Elizabeth became her husband's main advisor.
And Elizabeth knew exactly what she wanted to do with her newfound confidence. It was impossible to replicate Dinosia, but she wanted to try some of the things she knew. And it started with imperial investment in science and technology at an unprecedented scale.
At the same time, she sent delegates to establish governmental relations with Dinosia.
While entering that mythical nation was impossible. But being in its good books was enough, Elizabeth thought.
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Washington, D.C.,
It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. And Marshall had decided to spend some time with his little son, Helvar. Of course, Marty came along.
"Dad, look at this!" Helvar shouted and demonstrated how he ripped out a brick from the ground with his bare hands. "I'm strong."
Marshall nodded, proud. Seeing his son as chaotic as he was, it filled his chest with pride.
"Uncle Marty, look!"
Marty turned his T-Rex head to the side and—
Bam!
Helvar punched the brick, but instead of shattering, the brick flew out of his small hands and smacked Marty's snout.
"Grwaaaaar!"
And so, it started again. Marty gave chase, and Helvar giggled the entire way. They had plenty of space on that terrace; it was the White House, after all. The building had been evacuated, however. A T-Rex running around could very easily destroy it.
Pop!
Marshall popped open a beer bottle. It was from Dinosia and already looked like a modern beer bottle. He gulped it down, all of it in one go.
"Gaaaaah! Damn, this is life."
He then threw the battle away and broke it. Sure, he was nude except for his trunks, but his skin was too hard to be affected by glass.
Again, he grabbed a bottle from the side. But then he grabbed another one and turned his head sideways to the extra, fourth beach chair. On it was an extremely tall, lean, lanky man with thick hair, clean-shaven, and his skin was olive-toned with lines of fatigue.
"Champ, you should grow a beard. Women will drool from top and bottom," Marshall said to the man and passed him the beer. "Have a drink."
"I-ah… I must beg to decline, Sir. I remain at my post."
"Ah, come on, Abe. You're the damn President, you're always at work," Marshall said and popped open the beer. But midway, he stared at his son and shouted. "Helvar! I said only the fucking bricks! Why're you lifting the entire goddamn chimney? And don't throw it at Uncle Marty!"
"..."
Abraham Lincoln sighed in stunned silence.
Watching. Thinking.
How to deal with this hurricane called First Man.
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