"Grrr-puff!"
"I know, hell, I didn't see this madness coming either. I thought I'd lost the ability to feel this shit. These damn emotions… I'm a shit guy, Marty."
It was just the morning after the revelation that Angela was pregnant. It was a strange event where he felt happy and guilty at the same time. When it happened with Hela, he was pleased because he could finally have a family.
Now, he sat atop the highest mountain in Dinosia with Marty on his side, both staring at the sunrise. Marty had somehow sensed that his old friend was thinking of something, as rare as it was, the signs were easy for the old dinosaur to see.
"Hnnn-umph"
"What? I let Hela down, pal. And sure, I mean, I'm happy having kids with her. My brain's a trash heap on fire, man, I gotta fix this. Can't think for shit. Voices keep barking at me, one says, 'go die.' Cute. Like I haven't tried. I made this rule, Marty, you can sleep around all you want, just make sure only Hela gets the baby trophies."
"Tee-rawr!"
"Lady Death? Oh, sweet bleeding fuckskulls, yeah, now you mention it. But it didn't feel the same, not one cursed bit. My kid with her is an experiment. Probably gonna pop out a god with a weird complex. But Angela's another thing entirely, like Helvar. And Hela… fuck, I get that damned pit in my gut over her. She's got no reason to stick around, but she does."
Marty eyed his insane friend, a little surprised by that many coherent thoughts. He reckoned Marshall was really serious if he was bothering to face the agony of thinking so hard on a single thing.
"Snorf-raa…" Marty voiced and patted Marshall's back with his big T-Rex tail since his arms were too small to reach down.
"Yeah, buddy. Figured I'd park my ass here and wrestle with my brain for a bit."
"Grawr?"
"Ah, piss on this! Ain't working worth a damn. Who the hell said staring at the sunrise alone fixes your brain? A load of poetic horseshit made by some horndog trying to crawl into a drenched pussy and call it romance. Hell with it, I'm done. Let's go. Seed's already popped, gotta be responsible daddy now."
Marty chuckled, a chuckle that would have scared any normal person to shit. "Whuff-pfft."
"Hah! Yeah, daddy to my ladies and kids, both."
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Around the same time, Odin opened his eye, a soft smile blooming on his face. He was still in Dinosia, resting in a grand bedroom with his lady. He was Odin, after all, and he saw everything.
"Despite his odd ways and flaws, Marshall is a good man," Odin said quietly, knowing Frigga was already watching him. "His mind troubles him, but he remembers his duty. Our daughters will be safe and content with him."
Frigga smiled and scooted closer to her husband, hugging his frame. Angela was their daughter, after all. Frigga had given birth to her. "If he managed to soothe Hela, I've no doubt he can keep Angela content."
"Our ancient friend is uneasy. Guilt stirs within him, knowing he sired a child with someone other than Hela."
"Hah," Frigga laughed under her breath. "It's endearing, really. It will take him time to understand what it truly means to be a god. He still clings to Midgardian ways now and then. But with how he's made, he'll outlive Hela, Angela, you, me, and even his own children. A man like that cannot have only one mother to guide all his kin."
"I believe he knows that well enough," Odin said, resting an arm around his wife. "He must find his own way through this. For ages beyond count, his only companion was his dear friend, Marty. Now, for the first time, he stands among family. In time, he will learn what that means."
"I hope that happens soon."
"As do I, Frigga.'
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Blue side of the moon,
Uatu the Watcher couldn't deny that he found entertainment in watching Marshall, the First Man, and possibly the being with the most potential in the entire universe. At one point, he personally wondered what would happen if he killed Marshall. Would he gain the ability to travel through time? Would it solve Marshall's mental degradation with his Cosmic Consciousness?
Uatu had the answers that Marshall didn't. The reason why Marshall remained mentally degraded despite having inherited Odin, Zeus, and Chthon's vessels' bodily abilities was simple and tragic at the same time.
After a hundred million years, Marshall's brain had deteriorated extremely, having rewritten itself countless times. And when he received Odin's physique, instead of being healed, the deterioration became permanent. If Marshall had instead received the physique of a creature with high body regeneration ability, things might have been different. Now, Uatu didn't know what could fix this man. Perhaps a Celestial's physique? But Celestials were aware of Marshall's ability and would never kill him. They feared him as much as he intrigued them.
"I feel a strange kinship with him. As if he were a companion I have always known, though we have never met," Uatu thought as he watched the echoes of history. "His influence has altered the path of humankind. The Great War wanes, its horrors lessened, yet only delayed. When the next great conflict arrives, the wounds will be far worse. And when it does, this world will bleed beyond measure."
Yet, Uatu moved his gaze to another part of the world. A meeting was taking place between two beings on the verge of making a decision that would change yet another nexus of history.
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Humans were becoming technologically advanced. It was great for humans, but not so much for the secret society of Inhumans. The worry that their secret city might be found gnawed at members of the House of Agon.
In search of a safer refuge where Inhumans could remain forever hidden, Black Bolt set out in search of a suitable haven. But then he met Ikaris, an Eternal, and learned about Dinosia. Of course, he knew about Dinosia and First Man already, but it was the first time he found out that Dinosia now had Angels of Heven.
Before, it was known that Dinosia accepted mutants with open arms. But mutants were still humans and didn't stand out that much. However, the Angels of Heven all had wings. And if even they were openly accepted, maybe…
Black Bolt wondered if Inhumans could come out of hiding entirely and live freely. Hence, to discuss the possibility, he flew straight to Dinosia. He had avoided First Man long enough; his ancestors had done the same.
But perhaps it was now time to change the old ways.
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Dinosia, Temple of the First Man,
Pop!
"Fuck! Still love 'em, Ajak."
Marshall's lips let go of one of Ajak's plush, marshmallowy tits with a wet pop, his face half-buried in the softest pillows he'd ever known. Her breasts were a goddamn cosmic wonder, yielding like silk under his greedy mouth. He felt that if he could drown in them, melt into their heat, he'd die a happy man.
Their bodies were tangled, the air thick with lust.
Marshall loomed over Ajak, his heavy frame pinning her to the bed. Her thighs splayed wide as his hips rocked with primal rhythm, cock buried deep, stretching her to the brim. The room shook with their fucking; loud, rough, a symphony of flesh against flesh.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Marshall's hips slammed into her, each thrust a wet, echoing clap that reverberated off the temple's walls.
Ajak's cunt gripped him like a velvet vice, slick and scorching, her juices soaking his balls as he pounded into her relentlessly.
"Ah ahhh ahhh!" Her moans spilled out, raw and desperate, matching his growls as they drowned in the obscene pleasure of their bodies colliding.
Ajak's fingers ruffled through his hair. Her long, powerful legs hooked around his back, heels digging into his spine, urging him deeper, harder, as if she could fuse their bodies into one. She didn't just want him; she demanded every inch of his chaos. Her body was singing with every brutal thrust he gave her.
Marshall couldn't get enough of her tits. He dove back in, lips latching onto one swollen nipple, sucking hard, savoring the warm, squishy weight against his face. No milk, no ambrosia, just pure, soft flesh that molded around his mouth. He groaned into her skin, tongue swirling, teeth grazing, lost in the heaven of her curves.
"Hell yeah!" With a manic grin, Marshall buried his face between her perfect breasts, motorboating with shameless glee.
Her tits engulfed him, smothering his senses. His hips never slowed, thrusting with godlike force, each pump shaking the bed like an earthquake. The claps of their bodies mixed with the wet squelches of her drenched pussy, filling the chamber with a filthy chorus that could wake the gods.
"Ooooooh! I… longed for this!" Ajak's voice broke through her moans, her body trembling under his assault. Her hips rolled to meet his, eager and hungry. She lost herself in pleasure, her body needing more and more.
"L-Let me turn-uuuh!" Ajak gasped, her words slurring with pleasure. Her body quaked, begging for a shift, a new angle to deepen the pleasure.
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