Obedient, Morgan shuffled on her knees, thighs trembling, shins sliding against the soaked bedding as she turned her back to him.
Marshall wasted no time. His rough hand clasped the nape of her neck, and with a brutal shove, slammed her face down onto the plush sheets.
"Ghhh—!" She moaned, muffled against the bed.
Her body twisted from the force, one knee planted down, the other bent awkwardly up like she was halfway to standing. Her ass arched high, bosom mashed flat against the bed, their lush weight spreading glutinously under her, stiff nipples poking into the wet sheets.
"Mmmm… knew it'd be gorgeous." Marshall's eyes devoured the sight of her exposed pussy. Rain dripped across the round of her ass, trailing over her thighs, mixing with the glossy sheen of her juices. She was soaked, glistening like dew-drenched fruit, her folds twitching with eagerness.
He didn't wait, didn't ease. He rammed in like a caveman in heat.
Squelch—Plap!
"Ahhhhhh!" Morgan wailed, the first brutal thrust splitting her open, driving deep, her cunt swallowing his cock whole in one go.
Marshall snarled, every muscle in his jaw tight. Her slippery softness was a furnace, sopping wet yet gripping like a fist. He felt her walls ripple, squeezing and clenching with precision, every inch slimy and alive around him. She wasn't a virgin, but the way she wrapped him felt like one, like her pussy was brand new, sculpted fresh to milk him raw.
"Dammit! When was… your… last cock… woman?" He grunted, hips snapping forward again.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
"I… don't remember… ooooh!" Morgan's voice cracked, her entire body bucking helplessly against the bedding. Every slam made her tits flatten and shift under her like squishy pillows, every impact shook her body, her pale skin trembling under the rain's caress.
She could hardly believe it. His cock, the same cock that had been inside her goddess Gaea, now stretched her. Her head spun, her pride shattered. She was drowning in filthy bliss.
Then, her climax tore through her like fire.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed into the bedding, her thighs shaking violently, her ass jerking back against him.
Her pussy clamped around him with force, spasming around his cock, clenching, throbbing, spilling frothing slick down his length. Juice gushed out with each thrust, bubbling and spurting, coating his shaft in buttery filth as Marshall kept plowing through her convulsing cunt.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Marshall leaned over her, sweat and rain dripping from his hairline as he ground her deeper into the bed. His hand pressed the back of her skull down, pushing her to whimper against the soaked sheets. He was crowding her, dominating her completely, his heavy frame pounding down like a piston. His balls smacked wetly against her fair flesh, his cock battering her insides until her folds swelled red, puffed, ruined. He twisted his fist in her rain-slicked black hair, wrenching her head back cruelly as his hips kept slamming into her.
Her pale body glistened with sweat and rain, every thrust sending droplets flying off her skin. Her pussy clung like it had a mind of its own, desperate, alive, trying to own him, trying to keep him inside.
"Fuck!... Can't end it so soon! T-Turn… around." Marshall groaned through gritted teeth. He rammed her one last time, burying himself to the hilt with a wet clap.
With a brutal pull, he yanked out, his flesh sword glistened, soaked with her froth. He flipped her trembling, hot body onto her back.
Her pale body sank into the bed, tits jiggling wildly with every jolt.
Marshall didn't waste a second. He grabbed both her long legs by the ankles, slammed them together with a meaty smack, and tilted them to one side over his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed tight against each other, turning her slick fuckhole into a tighter, hotter, silkier love canal than before.
He shoved his flushed rod back inside, groaning loudly as her cunt swallowed him in that new position. The snugness was unholy. Rain dripped from his hair, sliding down his neck and chest, pelting onto her stomach and cloud-like breasts, making the view all the more sinful. Her slim belly trembling, her huge breasts bouncing against each other, her mascara-smeared face flushed red, lips bitten raw, her black lipstick ruined and wet.
"Uuuhhhhnnnn!" Morgan threw her head side to side, black hair clinging to her rain-soaked neck. She clenched the soaked sheets until her knuckles turned white, her aristocratic poise shattered. She looked like a virgin on her first night, yet she was moaning like the filthiest little whore.
"Oooooh! Gaea… bless me… with this man… Oh!"
Marshall didn't even hear her prayers. He was too far gone. Too busy drilling her cunt with barbaric force.
He leaned down, folding her nearly in half with her legs jammed to one side against his chest. His face lowered until it reached her magnificent tits, bouncing wildly inches away. His hands scooped them up, greedy, unable to resist, and his mouth latched onto a nipple.
He suckled like a starved animal, pulling at her swollen buds with ravenous force, leaving wet hickies all over the creamy slopes. He tried to draw nectar from her, tongue tugging hard, but there was none. Just rain, sweat, and his spit dripping down her chest.
"Ooooooh! Gaea! Yes, yes… take me… oh… Yours… I am!" Morgan cried in pleasure and came once again.
Her climax detonated like lightning.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, body trembling, legs shivering violently against his grip. Her pussy convulsed like a live animal, spasming and frothing, spraying thick juice that gushed and splashed around his shaft. Her cunt milked him madly, flooding, squirting, spraying filth down his thighs and onto the bed until it was drenched in her shame. Rain only spread the mess, mixing water and cunt cream into a sticky, sloppy puddle beneath them.
"Dammit… me too!" Marshall growled, pulling his mouth away from her swells. His eyes burned with madness as he hammered her harder, faster, his hips crashing down with wet, brutal slaps that echoed over the storm.
"Take it—take all of it!" With a final roar, he slammed himself balls-deep inside her, burying his cock entirely. Her walls squeezed him with a fury, forcing his climax to erupt.
Hot, white lava flooded her womb in violent spurts, so much that it gushed back instantly, leaking out around his shaft and down her ass. His balls slapped wet against her thighs as he pumped her full like a barbarian claiming his prize. The sound was squelching, frothy, wet, like thin batter being beaten in a bowl, sloppy and endless.
Morgan's body shook helplessly, her mouth frozen open in a silent cry as her pussy overflowed, dripping his seed down onto the rain-soaked sheets.
At last, Marshall let her legs drop, spreading them wide as he pressed his full weight down over her, cock still buried deep inside her cunt. He leaned over, their bodies slick and glued together, his shaft throbbing stubbornly hard despite having just unleashed a flood inside her. Rain dripped from his hair, pelting onto her flushed face.
Their eyes locked.
"Mmm… F-First Man?" Morgan whispered breathlessly, feeling his thick, swollen pole twitch inside her, still splaying her moist walls, refusing to relent. His warmth on her was overwhelming, a furnace against the chill rain.
"Wonder how them lips taste." Marshall chuckled.
"Like this."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down. Their mouths clashed in a searing kiss, tongues twisting, sucking, eating each other's lips. His cock hardened back to full mass inside her as their kiss deepened, and without breaking it, his hips started to churn again.
Shlk… shlk… shlk…
The creamy mess between them bubbled, squelching loudly. She felt every stroke deep, her womb already a swamp of cum, now churned like thick stew.
"Mmm…" Morgan moaned into his mouth.
Marshall devoured hers
The kiss finally broke, their lips slick, rain mixing with spit across their chins. She cupped his cheeks, her green eyes glassy, ruined mascara streaks running like rivers down her face.
"First Man… Make me yours… Forever."
Marshall's brows rose—not in surprise, but in wild delight. His grin stretched, teeth bared.
"With pleasure."
And he rammed his cock inside her again.
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Outside Morgan Le Fay's castle.
"Why has everything halted?" Isaac Newton impatiently wondered.
"S-She… She's seducing him," Michelangelo revealed.
But then some time passed, and still nothing changed.
All of them glanced at Michelangelo.
"They are…" Michelangelo gulped. "They're making love."
"What?"
The four men looked at each other in confusion.
"She has him under her charm, then," Leonardo da Vinci rubbed his beard.
"Marvelous!" Nostredame exclaimed.
Michelangelo shook his head. "No, they are making love… passionately… like lovers."
"..."
"We must vacate this place." Michel de Nostredame hastily said. "I… feel disturbance in—"
Thud!
A loud thump came from the side. The four men slowly turned their heads. Their hearts thumped roughly.
"So it's you four scheming against my father and Dinosia? Very well, I shall show you why they call me Apocalypse."
That day. The Brotherhood of the Shield realized that just having 'shield' in the name didn't grant them any protection. Each one of them was a once-in-a-generation genius. If only they had used their genius for the better.
But it was now Apocalypse's pledge to reform the four men with rigorous reeducation. Their minds were of great value. If anything, obtaining their seed to aid infertile Dinosian women made more sense.
"Dinosia thanks you four, for your future service."
Permission was not required. Azul S. Grant glanced towards the roofless castle in the distance, his hyper-sensitive ears picked up the woman's moans.
He sighed in the end and flew away with four scheming old farts dangling on his shoulders like sacks.
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Dinosia,
Marshall flew back to Vietnam to grab Marty, but this time, he had the elegant beauty, Morgan Le Fay, with him. Of course, Marty rolled his eyes at yet another goth in Marshall's collection.
They eventually reached Dinosia and made a landing on its temple's terrace. That sunny day, a large pool had been placed there, and inside was something that had Marshall instantly hard. It was Hela and Selene in swimsuits that he'd personally introduced to Dinosia a few years ago. Hela was in a one-piece and Selene in a real bikini.
Best decision ever!
He cursed himself for not introducing swimsuits earlier.
"Look who we have here!" Selene jumped out of the pool like an angry cat, her truly large breasts jiggling, threatening to fall out of her bikini bra. But she was too focused on the new guest. "Merlin's whore!"
"..."
Marshall frowned. They've got beef?
"Master is mine!" Selene hissed and hugged Marshall's arm against her lovely bosom.
Morgan Le Fay scoffed and hugged his other arm. She was tall and more graceful. "Midgets like you can only ever be a toy. While I shall be his main mistress."
"Pffft!" Selene laughed, exaggerating it. She looked back towards the pool. "Lady Hela, do you hear this?"
"H-Hela?" Morgan Le Fay looked towards the tall, insanely beautiful woman.
"That's Lady Hela, the Goddess of Death, the mother of the Master's firstborn son." Selene declared, as if there was pride to have. "I guess Master acquired himself a new toy then."
"..."
Marshall was grinning already. After all, in his head, just one single world was echoing.
Foursome! Foursome! Foursome!
"Girls!" He interrupted them with a big, bright smile. "I belong to all of you."
"Rwarwf~" Marty scoffed and stomped by, walking into the massive pool to sit inside it.
"Agreed, Marty." Hela solemnly said from the pool. "He's certainly a pervert."
Marshall annoyedly looked behind. Hela hadn't been letting him hit for a while now, and it was annoying.
Hmm… I should take her out on a date or something, girls like that, right? But what does she even like? Killing people?
"Girls, I've got shit to do." Marshall pulled his arms out of Selene and Morgan's death grip. "Stop acting like toddlers, you'll be stuck together often. Marty, you tagging along?"
Marty waved his little T-Rex claw at him.
Sighing, Marshall walked back to the raft and flew up in the air. He made a quick round around the whole Dinosia, ensured everything looked in order, and then flew back North-East towards his mammoth farm.
Woosh!
He rushed towards the settlement he'd allowed to stand for some years now. It'd been a while since he saw it.
Bang! Bang!
"Guns?" He looked down at the lush greenery. He was already inside his territory, so a gunshot was out of the ordinary.
He changed his direction and sniffed a little, smelling horses right away, a bunch of them. Moments later, he smelled cooked meat and some bread. Sure enough, he saw a small camp very soon. It looked crude, resembling the camps of natives.
With a wave of his hand, he uprooted a few trees, shoving them aside, making the entire camp become bare to his eyes. People were taken by surprise, jumping around for cover, some grabbing their pistols.
With annoyance written on his face, Marshall landed the raft below, his plan to plot a date with Hela slightly delayed.
"You must be their leader." He noticed a lone man sitting on a small rock. He looked the most calm, old with wrinkles on his face, two braids falling over his shoulder. On the middle of his head were two feathers as decoration.
He halted in front of the old man and looked for the signs if they'd hunted a mammoth. He found none, nor a scent.
"Get all your asses out of here or I'll flatten this camp," he threatened them like usual.
But the old man stayed on the rock, calmly looking at Marshall.
"This is your, First Man's land, that is why we are here."
"You knew and still came?"
"The spirits guided me."
"Bullshit!" Marshall spat, arms crossed. "What the hell did you smoke? Weed? Crack rocks? Grandma's mystery stash? And why the hell didn't some spirit fairy hold my hand when I was tromping my sweaty ass through Jurassic Park with the damn dinosaurs?"
"Because you are god."
"..."
"Hmm, makes sense." Marshall rubbed his chin. "Anyway, get out."
The old man bowed his head, but didn't budge from that rock. "Venerated First Man, I am Sitting Bull."
"Huh?" Marshall's face scrunched. "Then stand the fuck up!"
"..."
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