"I believed I had braced myself for your unusual speech, though it seems you still found a way to surprise me." A low, melodic chuckle escaped her lips. Step by step, she drew nearer until the gap between them was just an inch from the tip of his cock, throbbing so close to her belly below the visible bellybutton.
Marshall was staring at her with no shame, down at her round breasts, at her insanely pale skin. Then he looked at her face, and damn, she was fucking hot.
"Hela told me about you once. So, am I dead? Wait, are you the one keeping me alive all this time?"
"Oh, I cannot, even if I desired to," She quickly answered, as if she sensed the sudden flair of anger in him. She slipped closer, tilting just enough that his hardness pressed into her side. Her fingers curled around his cock, while her other hand swept gently across his jaw, her touch cold and intent. "Immortality and invincibility weigh upon you like chains. Such sorrow in a man so strong. I would have eased it with a kiss. Yet for all my power, I cannot grant you death. This body, yes, but you would always return."
Marshall grunted, his right hand sliding up to her curving waist. Soft as a damn feather and cold as a corpse. "Then? What's with the whole whorehouse costume party?"
Death giggled and licked her lips, her tongue as red as blood. "Curiosity… a soul beyond my grasp. Even the Celestials tremble at the thought of you."
"They fear me?"
"Why else would Earth remain untouched? They could have ended you, yet they never even tried. They even whored Eternals to you."
"And you?"
"Oh, Marshall," she purred as her cool body melted against his chest. Her cold hand was already stroking him. "I do not fear you, though you could bring my end. We both know there are far better, more delicious reasons to remain... allied. Don't we?"
"I can see two, very big reasons."
"Haha." She laughed and winked. With that, her leather bra entirely vanished. "Like what you see?"
"Fuck! You sure you're Death and not Aphrodite?"
Marshall gawked at her breasts, so full and lovely. Not the fake, silicone shit he remembered from the future. No, these were perfect. Full, proud, and soft enough to tempt even the gods. Her skin was so pale it was almost surreal, veins faintly visible beneath the snowy flesh. She wasn't white like some earth chick on a beach in December. She was white, like fresh paint. Like a ghost you could actually touch, if a ghost's flesh felt this supple under his palms.
"Creatures such as us, Marshall, we live bound in our own design. Still, there are rare delights… and they are ours to savor."
"What the hell you want?" Marshall sneered, his hand squeezing her ass like he owned the thing. "I can smell bullshit from a mile away. Sure, I'll fuck you till the sun forgets to rise, but why the hell should I?"
Not acting shocked, Death stroked him faster and gently slid down. Her cape vanished on its own as she squatted on her heels, his thickness right at her smirking lips, the color of their bodies stood out in contrast, his human pale and hers deathly white.
"An experiment, perhaps? I do wonder, Marshall, what fate might be born if two such beings as we dared to create life together. Tell me…" She asked, staring up at him as she lay his thick, lengthy cock flat on her face, her lips kissing his underside while it pulsed with heat against her forehead.
"You want me to pump my load in you?"
"Oh," she let a quiet giggle slip as her tongue drew a long, chilling stroke along his cock, pausing to taste the tender slit. "I can produce life even with a single drop of your blood. But I think you are the kind of man who delights in the… natural process."
Marshall grunted, stiff as steel. He felt her long, red-nailed fingers completely engulf his thickness, a rare thing despite her height. He throbbed and broke. "Fuck I do! Suck it!"
With a slow, deliberate smile, Death parted her painted lips and slid his cock inside. Her mouth was impossibly cold, a chilling sheath that still managed to suck him down with ease.
But Marshall wasn't about to let her play it slow. His hands clamped into her hair, fisting thick handfuls, and in one savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
"Gaaaaah! Fucking freezing in there!" Marshall roared, grinding her pale face hard into his crotch. His hips snapped forward and stayed there, his cock ramming her throat so deep her nose mashed against his pubes. He ground her left and right, smearing her against his groin like she was nothing but a hole he was testing for fit.
Her blank eyes stared upward, her lips stretched tight around his girth, dark red lipstick smearing into a mess across his shaft. And she didn't choke. She didn't gag. Not a single tear.
She was Death itself, a goddess who ended everything with a touch, while he was the mad bastard who couldn't die. Together, they were fucking chaos.
He took total control, turning her throat into his pocket pussy, hammering her mouth like he owned it. Each thrust made his cock vanish into those cold, smirking lips, slick with spit and lipstick stains.
Instead of breaking down like others, she looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, taunting, daring him to go harder.
"Mmmmm!" Her moan vibrated up his shaft.
"Fuck!" Marshall barked, shuddering as her hum buzzed right through his cock. How the hell did she moan when he was wrecking her face like this?
Gluk! Gluk!
The sounds her throat made were wet and brutal. His cock slammed into her throat again and again, the suction pulling him in, the friction slicked by drool spilling down her chin in heavy strands.
She was cold, so fucking cold. Not winter-cold, but corpse-cold, bloodless, like his cock was the only source of heat inside her. And that was the strangest, filthiest contrast. His burning thickness surrounded by her deathly chill. The more he thrust, the more his heat seemed to steam inside her, and the sensation was so thrilling, so fresh, it made his knees tremble.
Her tongue wasn't passive either. It curled and slithered around him, tracing the thick underside, massaging the vein, teasing his tiny opening with a flick that made his cock throb like it was about to blow. Every moan, every movement of that cold, wet tongue was like some eldritch magic spell designed to wring cream out of him. It was otherworldly. Too good. Too much!
His balls tightened, his cock twitched, and for a terrifying second, he felt his edge rushing in too fast. He almost lost it, almost painted her throat in thick, molten ropes.
But no. That wasn't the goal!
"Alright, time for the creampie," he growled, yanking her head back so his spit-slick cock popped free with a wet plop, smeared in drool and lipstick.
Marshall pulled out, grabbed her arm, and yanked her to her feet.
Death rose effortlessly, regal even with spit shining down her chin and her lips swollen from cockwork. Her leather panties were already gone, vanished into nothing like smoke, leaving her pale slit glistening and bare. She stood in only her long black gloves and her sharp-heeled thigh-high boots. A Deadly Goddess indeed.
"Yeah, I can imagine this… for a thousand years." He muttered, palming her tits, feeling those slightly grey nipples. He wasn't fucking an alien; she was a cosmic being. And he was enjoying it.
Death chuckled softly, like silk torn across bone. Her lips parted in a knowing grin. "Then let's begin… in the most primal of ways."
Her body rippled with a faint shimmer as she slipped from his grasp, moving onto the bed. She went down on all fours, her perfect hips swaying, crawling until her hips were just at the edge. There, she spread her knees wide, her feet dangling off, her face pressed into the bedding as she arched her ass high. She looked back over her shoulder, her lips curling into a sultry, teasing smile.
Marshall froze for a second, his eyes glued to the sight of her spread. "God… damn…"
He moved closer, gaze locked on that pale masterpiece. Her ass was perfect, round and smooth as marble, her wrinkled star-shaped hole ashen grey, tight and inviting. Lower still, her pussy glistened, wet, dripping, but not the pink he expected. It was white, like the rest of her. White with faint shades of grey when he spread her open, her pussy lips stretching long and deep.
"Hela's gonna be… fucking jealous!"
He lined himself up, smearing her pale folds with the swollen tip of his cock, smearing her juices along his shaft. Then, without hesitation, he rammed in.
One brutal, merciless plunge.
Death's back arched instantly, her knuckles tightening in the bedding as a sharp gasp escaped her lips. She could take it; she was a goddess. But still, the way her body twitched, the way her mouth opened, it was real. She was either playing the game or she was actually feeling pleasure. Maybe both.
"Fuuuuuck! Snug!" Marshall growled as his cock bottomed out in her, his hips pressed flush against her icy ass. "And fucking… Winter inside!"
Her pussy was colder than her mouth, an arctic grip that clung to him like frostbite. But the friction of his thrusts started to warm her, every pump igniting her insides like kindling. The contrast was insane, his cock burning, her cunt freezing. He wanted to scorch her from the inside out, melt her with nothing but his smoldering fire-stick.
He grabbed her asscheeks, his fingers digging into her flawless skin, and rammed forward. Back and forth. Harder and harder. His whole body snapped like stretched rubber, the same strength that had shattered a planet only hours ago. And against her, it didn't ruin. Each thrust landed with booming, wet slaps that echoed in the deathly silence.
Smack! Plap! Smack!
It was filthy. It was raw. It was hot and cold at once, like fucking a glacier on fire.
"Winter is coming, babyyyyyyyy!" Marshall howled.
Then he felt it. Her pussy clamped hard around him, a sudden spasm that gripped his cock like an ice-cold fist. He hadn't expected her to come. He didn't even know if Death could climax. But her cunt was tightening, pulling, demanding. He bottomed out eagerly, burying himself in the abyss, cock twitching wildly.
"Here it comes! One fat load of baby batter—And that'll be… zero fucking dollars, for this fine… ass—Gaaaaah!"
Yeah, Marshall was insane. Insane enough to laugh through the madness of fucking Death herself. Hours ago, he'd destroyed a fucking planet, and now he was destroying her perfect pale cunt.
Plap! Plap!
He didn't stop fucking, even as he came. No, he hammered into her, using her body like a pump as his cock unloaded violently.
His cock gushed thick, scorching hot seed into her frozen cunt, and the sensation was electric. He watched it change her, watched her pussy turn slicker, warmer, wetter with every pump. His heat spread through her insides, warming her up from the inside out, turning her cold cavern into something that clung to him like a real, needy cunt.
Cream frothed and bubbled around his shaft, spilling out in messy spurts every time he pulled back, only to be rammed back in. The more he pistoned, the more her pussy foamed, gooey white froth coating him, mixing with her deathly juices until it looked obscene.
"Time to… go… Superman!"
Did she know what that meant? Probably not. Did he give a fuck? Hell no.
"Oooooh! You're… the most exciting… partner… yet," Death cooed, body trembling into something needy, greedy for more.
"Damn right," Marshall growled as he tugged her arms behind her back, right near the tail of her spine, seizing both wrists in one massive fist of his. He pulled them up and back until her spine arched into a perfect curve, her pale swells jolted forward, her head raised high.
Fuck yeah! She knows!
Death obeyed without resistance, letting him bend her like a fucking action figure.
She went further, getting into the position he wanted. Her cold, lethal legs snaked backwards around his hips, crossing behind his back, locking him in. She wrapped herself completely around his body, supporting herself on his saluting cock.
Marshall stepped backward, muscles bulging, and lifted her clean off the bed. Her body dangled in the air, impaled on his cock, her wrists pinned behind her in his grip as her heavy pair of tits swayed in the cold air.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
Marshall snarled, pumping his hips. It was utter madness. He fucked her while walking across the floor of bones, her pale body bouncing on his cock with every step. Her bosom swung like heavy bells, her long platinum hair whipping wild as her head jerked with each slam. His thighs crashed against hers, sending cracks echoing through with every impact.
Plap! Plap! Squelch!
"Oh, Oh, yes! Oooooog… After so long! Ah! Ah—!" Death moaned, her words shattering into ragged cries.
Her pussy pulsed around him, clamping down so hard he swore his cock bent. She was coming. Death was actually coming. Her cunt drenched him from the inside out, gushing like ice water poured from the heavens, chilling him to the fucking balls.
Marshall flexed his jaw and howled. "Damn it! You're like a goddamn freezer blast!"
Her climax was insane, like no woman he'd ever fucked. It wasn't just a squeeze. It was waves, ripples, endless icy contractions that milked him like she wanted his soul through his cock. Her juices ran slick and heavy, chilling and flooding at once, soaking his shaft, his thighs, dripping down in ghostly streams.
That only made him pound her harder, desperate to keep the blood in his cock hot enough to fight back. "You think my dick's gonna go, 'Daddy it's too cold outside'? Not today, goth-babe! Not today!"
Plap! Plap!
"Ah! Ah! Haah–!" Her shrieks broke into laughter. Her pussy convulsed again, tighter, wetter, more ravenous than before, pulling at him like a whirlpool.
Her legs stayed locked, her body clung to him, and her wrists stayed caught in his grip. She was carried and fucked mid-stride like the goddess of death was just another trophy.
"Close! Ready to get your womb battered? If you have one." Marshall asked, his eyes locked down where his thick shaft disappeared into her milky folds.
And holy fuck, he could see it. Her cunt gripped him like suction, like magic, squeezing each inch as if she had fingers inside herself, stroking him. Her pale, frothy slit massaged every ridge of his cock, drawing him deeper, tighter, begging for the end.
"Gaaaaahd—daaaaamn!" He roared. It was so strange with her White Walker-ass body.
Wait, what's a White Walker? His brain threw it at him out of nowhere.
He didn't give a shit what his brain remembered randomly and started to climb the bone stairs. One thumping, cunt-shattering step at a time. Each heavy stomp rammed him deeper, until her deathly-cold lower lips were grazing his pubes, until her clit brushed the coarse hair at his base, until her whole body shivered like a harp string plucked by his cock.
Plap! Plap!
"Here it comes!"
Finally, he reached Death's throne, a massive cathedral of bone. Without hesitation, he turned and sat, dropping down with a crash that vibrated through her whole body. Her pale body landed on his lap with a wet slap of her jiggling ass, her cold back flush to his heaving chest, his cock buried to the base inside her.
He locked his arms around her breasts like a harness and let go.
White hot spurts of cum blasted deep into her frozen core, each burst hammering into her. His heat clashed with her chill, and the result was unholy. A swirl of steaming, creamy white filling her insides, churning and mixing with her icy juices. But her juices were so cold that as soon as he stopped flooding her, he turned flaccid and slid out of her.
Her pussy leaked like a ruptured dam, spilling everything they'd made. His seed, thick, sticky, steaming, mixed with her translucent nectar. It ran down her thighs, down his, dripping off the throne and splattering onto the bone floor in pale, frothy pools.
"Mmmmh… That was refreshing." Death moaned, leaned backwards, tilting her head. Her arm hugged his face and pulled closer so she could kiss his lips.
It really didn't matter. Marshall didn't know why she wanted a kiss, but he wasn't going to deny the one in whom he just unloaded a gallon of cock-a-cola. His tadpoles were probably chilling inside her cold womb at this point.
"Ummm…"
She moaned into the kiss, as if savoring the moment.
"Don't mind me if I choose to visit you myself."
"Anytime," he replied and watched her get off his lap. Nude, her sharp heels stepped down the stairs, shaking her beautiful ass. Then her clothes reappeared on her body, that bikini and that cape next. Surprisingly, the cape now had a hood.
Finally, when she reached the floor, she turned back and looked up at Marshall on her throne.
"..."
"Holy fuck!" Marshall roared so loud the sky crackled. "I fucked a skeleton!"
Death's face had changed. It was a bone skull now, while the rest of her body was the same as before.
"Nice tits and ass though." As quickly as he screamed, he also calmed down, still horny.
"Hehe." Death chuckled. "Still want to do it for a thousand years?"
"As long as you got that goth albino vampire look going on? Fuck yeah!"
Death, so amused by his reaction, laughed even louder, shaking her head.
"Oh, Marshall. Never change."
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Asgard, Odin's Castle
The battle was over, and Asgard had won. Milk-teeth, as Marshall termed, was dead, as was his planet. And now, it was time for celebration. The throne room was turned into a massive feast hall, rows and columns of tables spanned everywhere, trays of meat and barrels of mead flowed.
Yet, at the main table, Odin sat unmoved, his plate empty, while his wife on the right ate. He sighed and looked at the empty chair on his left.
"Marshall is late. Some burden must have delayed him, and he lies beyond the reach of my eye."
"Oh, my love, set your worries aside. He is the First Man." Frigga refilled the king's cup with mead.
But Odin shook his head and rubbed his beard.
"It is not Marshall I worry for, it is for others."
"Who, my king?" asked Frigga.
"The realms, the galaxies, the universe."
"..."
Frigga really had nothing to respond with.
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