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He was surprised when she knelt. But honestly, it had been so damn long since he'd had anything close to this that he kept his mouth shut, too mesmerized to risk ruining the moment.
She really was gorgeous, all lethal lines and deadly curves wrapped in that flawless green skin, yellow accents framing her eyes. She was aloof before, prideful even with her sudden friendly act. Yet here she was now, on her knees for him, the inexperience clearly radiating off of her.
He could spot it a mile away, the hesitant grip, the wide-eyed stare at his cock. And fuck if that adorable look didn't make him throb harder.
And besides, he always loved green apple-flavored ice cream. Tart, sweet, a little sharp on the tongue. He wanted to try some again.
And when he yanked her pants free and finally saw the treasure waiting…
"Fucking beautiful!"
Her body was simply amazing. Smooth, emerald skin glowing faintly under the dim light, every inch toned and yet, impossibly soft where it mattered. Her long, smooth legs led up to wide hips that flared like perfect handles, a taut waist flaring into the gleaming swell of her ass. And there, her pussy nestled like a treasure. Her dark green folds framed a slick, glistening slit, folding neatly into deep pink.
He leaned down, hands greedily feeling her thighs; Soft, warm, and trembling under his palms. He parted her pussy lips with his thumbs, splaying her open. And fuck, he loved alien pussy already. That gorgeous contrast of dark pink insides blooming against the green, slick and swollen, dripping with need.
He didn't even say anything, just drove in face-first, mouth latching onto her cunt with sloppy, ravenous hunger.
Slurp!
He fell flat on his belly between her legs, nose buried in her folds as he started to slobber all over her pussy, tongue lashing wildly, sucking her cute nub between his lips, and tugging hard enough to make lewd, wet smacking sounds echo in the room.
A filthy mess coated his chin, dripping down his jaw. Loud, messy laps dragging from her entrance to her swollen, sensitive nub. Teeth grazing just enough to make her tremble, cheeks hollowing as he sucked her juices straight from the source.
He fucked her with his tongue, thrusting deep, and midway through it grew longer. It was unnatural, stretching inside her like a living thing. It curled and probed to depths her body clearly wasn't expecting, twisting against her moist walls that subconsciously clenched around the invasion. That thrilled him even more, like a game of 'catch me if you can'.
"Ooooooh~!"
He heard Gamora's whimper. Her belly trembled, torso arching off the bed as her legs locked tight around his head, thighs clamping his face in place.
"Heaven!" Marshall blurted against her soaked flesh, muffled and vibrating through her swollen petals. He loved the crush of her thighs, the way her muscles flexed around his ears.
He kept eating without mercy, his entire face glazed in Gamora's slick fluids. Shiny, sticky, dripping from his nose and lips as he slurped louder, messier.
Alien pussy… fuck I'm addicted.
Fucking an alien had been his forever dream, a green-skinned goddess writhing under his mouth. And finally, he was closer than ever to claiming every inch.
"Oh! Oh. No! I'm going to–!" Gamora tried to warn him in panic. Her legs released their grip, hands shoving weakly at his shoulders to push him away.
Marshall knew exactly what was coming. He felt it in the frantic flutter of her walls, the way her hips bucked wildly against his tongue. He didn't stop; hell, he doubled down, eating her pussy like it was his last meal, knowing she was teetering right on the edge.
He lapped and tongued her harder. His longer, boneless flesh plunged faster, curling hard against that spot inside while his lips sealed over her kernel and sucked without mercy.
And finally, Gamora shattered.
Her muscles locked up in pure pleasure. A messy, sticky flood of warmth gushed from her core, coating his tongue in thick, hot waves. Her juices turned creamier, heavier, spilling out around his mouth as her walls convulsed and twitched uncontrollably.
"Ahhh!!" She cried out raw and broken, thighs quivering wildly, every muscle searing as the climax ripped through her, leaving her drenched and trembling.
Marshall kept eating her through it all, lapping up every drop, judging her taste with greedy swallows. Uniquely her, nothing like human women, but fuck, it was better. She was lovely inside and out, and he couldn't get enough.
Finally, as she calmed down, breaths heaved in ragged gasps, body going limp and spent.
Marshall rose to sit up on his knees. He looked at her sprawled there, her face flushed darker with the afterglow, chest rising and falling beyond control under that still-intact top. He didn't attempt to remove it, not yet.
"I did say I'll go for the seconds," he said, wiping an arm over his face, grinning with greed.
He moved on his knees to the side of her head, and straddled her face so his sack flatly rested on her mouth. He could clearly see her gorgeous body sprawled under him, legs still trembling. He liked that she didn't try to push him away.
But still, he knew it'd be bad to just fuck her face like that without giving back more. So he leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her smooth, green belly, trailing wet and hot up toward her pussy again.
Finally, he wrapped his arms around her thighs in a tight hold, body fully flat on hers now. His knees spread wide around her head, sack still pressed to her mouth as he prepared.
"Sit on my face, Gamora!"
"...?"
He rolled over in one smooth, powerful motion.
Still locked in that position, he instantly brought Gamora on top of him, her face planted right at his throbbing cock, her soaked pussy settling perfectly on his eager mouth. He hugged her thighs tighter with his arms, pulling her down hard, and dove back in without pause, eating her pussy with renewed fervor.
"Aaaaaaah! Oh! What are you… doing?!" Gamora's voice cracked.
Her body, already so sensitive from her climax, made every flick of his tongue feel like fire racing through her veins. This position was new to her, completely overwhelming. Her thighs quivered around his head as her nectar dripped steadily onto his greedy mouth.
But Marshall didn't stop. He jerked his hips upward in a sharp, insistent thrust to signal her, grinding his cock against her thin lips until she got the message.
Finally, he felt it. Her hot, hesitant mouth engulfing his swollen cockhead, lips stretching wide around the flushed crown, tongue flicking uncertainly as she took him in for the first time.
He jerked up harder, jamming another inch past her lips, reveling in the wet heat, the clumsy but bliss-filled suction. She was still too meek, too gentle for what he craved, so he went a little rough. He wanted to cream in that gullet too, needed it.
He locked his thick, muscled legs around her head, heel digging into the back of her skull for leverage. Then he shoved her face down on his cock, inch by inch, pushing her dark green lips to stretch and slide along his shaft until they kissed his pubes, her nose buried in his musk.
Gluk! Gluk!
Gamora choked and sputtered violently, throat convulsing around his girth, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as her eyes watered.
Her hands gripped the base of his cock, fingers digging in as she started fucking her own face on him. Her head bobbed with growing desperation, tongue probing the small slit of his tip on every stroke, swirling sloppily while he played mercilessly with her swollen button.
Marshall gave her some space to breathe, and then fucked her throat again. Balls-deep, over and over until she finally got the message.
He pinched and rolled the swollen nub between his lips, sucking it hard between laps that made her hips grind down onto his face in frantic circles. He didn't lock her head with his legs anymore, letting her set the filthy rhythm while he buried himself back in her pussy, tongue plunging deep as his hands clawed at her lush ass, spreading her cheeks wide.
"Ummmh!"
"Ughh!"
Slurp!
He rubbed a teasing finger over her tight anal hole. Fuck, he wanted that too, wanted to claim every inch. Her body was slender but tough, and he knew she could take being bent like a pretzel, folded like origami, wrecked harder than any human ever could. His little buddy throbbed harder at the thought.
But for now, he was too close to eruption, balls drawing tight with months of pent-up need. And she was too.
Gamora's body trembled fiercely on top of him, breaths coming in ragged gasps around his cock.
Gamora almost couldn't breathe, throat stuffed full, but the pressure coiled too tightly. She needed release. Her head twisted to the side, pulling his cock free, spit sputtering at her lips as she let out a cry of pleasure so intense her entire body arched.
"Ooooohhh Fuuucccc—!"
Her climax ripped through her in brutal, filthy waves, pussy clenching as a thick, messy flood poured from her core. Her juices coated his tongue in creamy warmth. Her walls spasming wildly, hips bucking erratically as she ground down hard, smearing her release all over his mouth, chin, and cheeks in sticky excess, every muscle trembling as pure ecstasy tore screams from her throat.
Marshall wasn't going to let her stop there. He locked his legs around her head again, heel pressing firm, and shoved his fat cock balls-deep one last time, erupting straight into her gullet with a guttural roar.
"Gaaaah!"
It was his first in so long, after months of feeling as dry as the desert. He unleashed in thick, gloopy ropes. Heavy, potent batter blasting from his cock in endless surges, sticky and viscous, flooding her throat faster than she could swallow. The sheer volume made it back up and spill from her stretched lips even as he pumped more down.
Both of them filled each other's faces.
Marshall kept eating her pussy through her spasms, lapping greedily at the filthy mess she'd made, tongue delving deep to scoop up every warm, tangy drop. He wasn't ashamed of anything.
Gamora's throat worked frantically around him. Desperate swallows that milked him clean, sucking hard on the sensitive cockhead as if starving for every last bit. She sputtered and coughed, leaking forth over his cock in pearly globs, dripping onto his skin while he did the same to her pussy.
Slowly, he started feeling flaccid, his cock calming down inside her mouth, spent and twitching. At last, he stopped hugging her thighs so tightly and released her fully, legs falling open.
He felt her collapse limp on him, utterly wrecked. Her face turning sideways, cheek pressing flat against his dirty, slick-coated cock, warm breaths panting over his softening length.
Her pussy, swollen and glistening on his lips as he inhaled deep, ragged breaths through his nose.
Now this is a space adventure!
"Ehm… May I speak now?"
Marshall and Gamora looked sideways at the same time towards the two chairs and the small round table. As far as they knew, they were alone in that room, and Marty was still asleep, and he didn't speak with a feminine voice.
"..."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Marshall barked, sitting up abruptly, pushing Gamora's hips aside. "Weren't you… In Galactus' place? Shalala-Lala?"
"Shalla-Bal."
Marshall didn't like being disturbed mid-sex. He was so close to fucking a green pussy, a treasure of no equal. He stood up, cock growing hard, dripping cum still.
"Didn't I send you away? Go home, woman. You're free."
"No, I'm not free. I served as herald to Galactus. When you destroyed him, that role passed to you. I remain bound to you. The Power Cosmic inside me flows from your hand. Until you cut that link, I stay your herald."
"..."
Marshall tried to think, feel things. But he really couldn't feel any connection to this silver woman. Then he tried to feel this Power Cosmic, but he couldn't. After all, Galactus never killed him using the Power Cosmic itself.
"I don't have this Power Cosmic thing."
Shalla-Bal just watched him silently for a minute.
"Then I remain your herald."
Marshall wasn't opposed to slavery, but he didn't partake in it himself. And having someone forced to work for him was just… shitty.
He looked back at Gamora, who seemed shocked beyond words, jaw agape. Why wouldn't she, after knowing the man who was just eating her loins a minute ago had killed Galactus.
Then he looked back at Shalla-Bal. He didn't know if she was naked in that form; it did seem like that, hence his hardened cock. But leaving that aside, he didn't like this situation.
"Alright, new mission. We're finding this Power Cosmic and make it kill me… if it can."
He seriously didn't know if that was possible. He had the body of an Aspirant, after all.
If that's the case, then… she's fucked.
He pitied Shalla-Bal, with a bit of arousal, of course.
"Welcome to Dino Corp, until then, I guess."
"Yes, master." Shalla-Bal knelt on one knee suddenly. "I serve to your will."
Fuck, why'd you have to kneel? And master? Shit, it's working.
It was hard not being hard.
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