The act sent a naughty thrill through her, her hips grinding harder, her pussy clenching around his throbbing cock.
"Fuck yeah!" Marshall roared, not the least bit offended. His hips bucked up with rabid fury.
She planted her face down on his lips, keeping his arms pinned, taking complete control. Her mouth claimed his in a searing kiss, her tongue slipping inside in a wet, sloppy tangle. She rode him hard, his cock scraping her in places that made her see stars as she surrendered to the addicting heat.
She didn't fully understand it. But this, whatever this was, was fucking intoxicating.
Her tongue spilled into him, claiming him as much as he claimed her. She didn't know what she was doing, only that it felt right. Her hips rocking faster, her pussy gripping his shaft as she chased another high.
"Ooooooh… Yes! YES!" she cried as another earth-shattering climax tore through her.
Her body trembled violently, her cunt flooding with nectar, gushing around him as he kept churning her insides with relentless thrusts. Her hips swayed erratically, her walls spasming, milking him hard. Her entire frame shuddered as waves of ecstasy drowned her, lost in the sea of pleasure.
Marshall kept ramming into her when she couldn't move, too consumed by the aftershocks.
Her body danced, hips swaying, leaking creamy froth onto his thickness, but just as his cock throbbed, signaling his release, she yelped and moved.
"Wait, wait, wait! Let me…!"
She released his arms, sliding down his body, pushing his legs apart as she settled between them. Without touching his cock, she shoved her face down, taking him to the hilt in one eager move, her throat constricting around his cum-slick shaft.
"Ghk!"
She gagged instantly, coughing, eyes watering as she pulled back slightly. But she wasn't deterred, her lips sealing around him as she sucked hard, clearing the musky scent of their combined juices.
"Ummm~" Angela moaned, her hands joining in, churning and stroking his length with raw enthusiasm, lacking finesse but dripping with hunger.
Her mouth felt heavenly to him, warm and eager. Her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting every inch of him, slithering over every bump and groove.
"Fuck! You're… one wild… angel!" Marshall groaned, loving the filthy intensity of it all.
Angela's eyes widened as the first thick, potent batter sprayed into her throat, the scent overwhelming. It was so new, so strange, but the act itself, sucking him, claiming his release, made her feel hot in a way she hadn't expected.
She locked her lips tighter, cheeks hollowing as she drew more from his pipe, gulping it down, the silky texture coating her throat, painting her tongue with its heat. Each swallow sent a thrill through her, her body buzzing.
"Ugh… dammit… You're too good at this!" Marshall was going crazy.
Her mouth sucked him like a straw, drinking him dry with relentless fervor, his cock pulsing with every greedy pull.
Slowly, she felt his cock soften, glistening clean from her efforts. With a loud exhale and a wet pop, she let it slip from her lips, her breath uneven, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Ummmh… that was intense," Angela muttered as she sat on her folded knees.
"Felt like jumping straight into the flaming ass of hell," Marshall muttered, sitting up with legs circling the fiery-haired goddess. "So, what's the ruling?"
He noticed a drop of his white cream at the corner of her lips, and simply scooped it with his thumb before pressing it on her lips, and she suckled it with a cute giggle.
"I hate it." Angela chirped, smirking, her hand gripping his thumb now. "I don't think I'll ever want to do it with a man… if not you."
"Huh? I mean, yeah, I know I'm a damn fabulous treasure, but that much? You serious?"
"Nothing like that. I did enjoy it, you know. It felt wild and right in all the best ways, just not in the head. And I know you're not the kind of man to mix need with feeling or go chasing after me." Angela scooted closer between his legs before rising higher so her breasts were at his face. "So, what do you say? Up for another round?"
Marshall chuckled and gripped her ass behind, each claw groping her, kneading her. She was so soft and round there. "Fuck yeah."
"Then…" She leaned her breast closer to his face, like a temptation. "Got anything new in mind?"
"How about I lift you up in my arms and pound you?"
Angela rubbed her nipple on his lips, but never let him suckle it. "Oh? If it's you, I think you can hold me up."
Marshall wasted no time and abruptly gripped both her thighs from behind before pulling her in, spread sideways, instantly on his lap. Then he scooted off the bed's edge and stood up, holding her up with ease, his hardening cock probing her.
"Think? Hah, girl, you're playing with fire."
"Um? Tempting me with good times?"
"Bah! You're just my type!"
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Knock! Knock!
It was early morning, and Marshall was still in bed, having gone to sleep just an hour ago after their tenth cock-ramming, womb-battering ritual. Angela had gone wild, enjoying the new sensations. And now, she slept hugging his body like he was her pillow.
He didn't mind at all because those clouds on her chest made everything better. And she also mumbled a lot in her sleep, which was somewhat cute.
Always someone to ruin my good times.
Marshall groaned and slid off the bed without disturbing the peacefully sleeping angel. Still naked, flaccid cock dangling, he opened the door and found his adopted son standing there. "The world's ending, Azul?"
"A moment, Father. The bloodline of Aristotle is no more."
"Who?" Marshall frowned, thinking deeply. "Wrinkly geezer, nerd hair? Greek?"
Azul nodded.
Marshall sighed and closed the door behind him, walking into the open corridor. "What happened?"
"Won't you wear clothes, Father?"
"Just summon them already. You've got the mojo, right? Sling that spell, kid." Marshall shrugged and, as expected, felt clothes appear on him. "What happened?"
"Jake Hera Adonis was thirty-four. He traveled the world to study the Earth and its old formations. He married a bright botanist, and together they had a son. They were on their way home aboard an American passenger ship when it was struck by a German submarine. The ship went down. The university reached out to tell me he was missing. I searched for the wreck myself and found what was left: Jake, his wife, and their boy."
Marshall frowned as they soon walked into his so-called office that he'd never used until now. Other than the table and chairs, it also had a bed, of course. "That sucks, sure. But why the hell am I the one getting shaken outta dreamland?"
"They're calling it the Great War. France, the United Kingdom and the Empire, Russia, and Italy on one side. Germany, Austria-Hungary, Ottoman Empire, and Bulgaria on the other side—"
"Ah, didn't I fuck the Queen of Austria-Hungary that time? She was a stunner," Marshall remarked suddenly.
"..."
Azul resumed, too used to his father's eccentricities. "I did some investigation, Father. The German submarine was obeying an order that was based on suspicious intelligence they had received. I followed it and found the source to be America's Department of War. Vice President Marshall oversaw it all."
"Marshall? Fucker's got my name and doing shady shit? Kill him just for that," Marshall barked, arms crossed. "And what do you want?"
"Your approval. Should we enter the war? Should we investigate the United States?"
"The fuck are you whining about here, boy? I didn't raise you to be a sissy ass. What war? You're the fucking army itself. Christ, Marty alone can shit their armies. But don't fight a war as Dinosia. Make it an example, what happens when they hurt a Dinosian. Even a small puppy born here is under my protection. Go, kill the German chief of army or whatever, find the submarine that attacked, and kill everyone who manned it. Kill their entire intelligence department. Kill whoever gave the order. Make the papers publish why you did it. Tell them that if another Dinosian is scratched, the First Man will flatten their precious little patch of land."
"..."
Honestly, that was more than what Azul wanted to do.
"And the Americans?"
"Find out which bastard planned it and kill them. Make their crime public first," Marshall declared and got up. "Alright, I'm dragging my ass to sleep then."
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White House,
"W-What is this?!" President Woodrow Wilson stared at the newspapers, his words choked up. There was no photograph, but the headline was big and threatening.
'Helmuth von Moltke Executed! Dinosia Takes Revenge For Aristotle's Last Blood!'
The rest of the article detailed what had transpired. Who was on that ship, and how were they killed by the German submarine attack. The papers had to write the report even in Germany without any change or suffer Dinosia's wrath.
"Why hasn't Dinosia declared war?" Woodrow asked, looking up at his Secretary of War and Vice President. "I was promised res—"
Right then, the door to the office opened. A seven-foot-tall man walked in, his face marked with lines and his skin color inhuman.
"Results?"
"W-Who?" Woodrow rose.
But a single wave of a hand from the tall creature made the President fall back into his seat.
"Don't bother standing. The blood will splash everywhere. I'm Azul S. Grant, son of the First Man. You really don't get it, do you? One mistake after another. Every innovation in your hands is a weapon wielded to trample others. You don't live in peace, nor will you let others live in peace. So tell me, insect, why should I let you live?"
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