Marvel: Upgrading Death 10 - Sons, Tentacles, Empress & Beers

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3000 BCE, somewhere in Egypt,

"Goddamn, Marty, you and your fatass. Who the fuck destroys a cave in their sleep?"

"Grufff~ Grawah~"

"Uh-huh, who you tryna fool? I know you were fucking some dino-bitch in your sleep. You were spanking her with your tail, weren't you?"

"..."

"Blarrrgh!"

Marshall's head turned towards the big T-Rex. "You've done it now, bastard! How dare you bring my Firehair's name into this? She loved me!" 

"Grrf!"

"No! She totally loved me! Then that spicy chicken nugget swooped in and stole her. How would you even know? You’ve never been in love, boy." Marshall defended himself, "Firehair chose me over Odin actually."

Marty just rolled his big T-Rex eyes and continued to walk, his entire back covered by a comically large backpack. It was their furniture from the cave his tail had destroyed while in sleep. And now, in that scorching heat, they walked on the desert looking for a new cave to settle in. 

"Uwaaaaaa~"

"Hah, Marty, why're you crying? I didn't scold you that much." 

"Rrrawr."

"It ain't you?" Marshall halted and looked left and right. No matter the direction, all he saw were dunes in every direction, with some mountains far in the distance. "Then who's crying?"

"Uwaaaaaa~"

This time, even Marty turned his head in alert, looking left and right. 

Sniff! Sniff!

Marty and Marshall both started sniffing the air like pigs, making loud noises from their noses. Both of them had similar predator abilities. 

"There!" Marshall looked and started walking. 

Barely a few hundred meters ahead, they found a child. It was all naked, a baby boy, perhaps a few days old. Marshall had no idea how he was still alive. But something stood out. 

"What in the goddamn smurf's ass is this? Wait, what's smurf again?" Marshall exclaimed at the baby's strange features. It had gray skin and blue lines running across its lips and face. It was ugly and malformed.

Without a thought, Marshall grabbed the baby's single ankle and lifted him in the air, upside down. Even more surprisingly, the baby stopped crying and stared at Marshall with his blue eyes.

"Damn, looks like we've got ourselves a fine alien baby."

"Wraaaah?"

"What? No, you can't eat the alien baby, Marty. We're gonna raise him. What if his alien mom's hot? Or his mom's sister? Damn, I can see the appeal—grey pussy, ummm… Probably tastes like blueberry cheesecake."

"..."

Marty rolled his eyes in pure disgust and speechlessness. 

“That’s it then. His name’s gonna be… Bob! Yeah, that sounds alright.”

“...”

“Graaawr!” Marty roared at him. 

“Calm down, Mister 'I'm too good for Bob'. Maybe… Monty will be a better name.”

Marty sighed and let out a small growl, a name, a suggestion.

"Azul?… That sounds like a nice name. Azul S. Grant. Marty, you've got a nephew now. Hah, alien nephew." 

"..."

Marty just shrugged, and for the next few years, carried the little kid on his back. But as the years went by, it became very clear that the grey baby was anything but normal. His strength was otherworldly; he didn't get sick, injuries healed instantly, and so much more. 

At some point, when the child grew into an adult, Marshall simply dropped him off at Dinosia to receive formal education, so he wouldn't be considered illiterate forever. 

Well, that was the initial plan. 

Who'd have thought the boy was similar to Marshall in ways—Immortal. 

####

Present Time,

Dinosia, 1860,

On the terrace of the temple of First Man, a T-Rex, a seven-foot-tall woman, and a big-breasted woman rested, sunbathing. The weather was usually sunny and beautiful where Dinosia was situated. 

Moreover, there was an addition: a three-year-old kid rested beside the seven-foot woman. His hair was dark blonde, his eyes were green, his skin was as pale as death, but his face was far too similar to his father's, albeit cuter. 

"Mother, is father still fighting the tentacle monster?" asked the little kid, smiling, staring at the sun for no goddamn reason, lazily shaking his feet as if enjoying his time. 

"Most likely," Hela responded. "Either that, or he's simply lost somewhere. Worry not, he'll eventually return. Your father's beyond death."

"Even for you?" 

"Even for your grandfather, Helvar," Hela replied with a sigh. She'd lost to Marshall every single time she'd challenged him. 

"But it's taking Master so long," Selene commented from the side, wearing a rather skimpy outfit that only covered her breasts and loins. 

"Grawr," Marty agreed. 

Thud!

Right then, a figure landed on the terrace. It was a big man, more than seven feet tall, shoulders wide, body carved by the gods. But he didn't look human. With grey skin and blue lines across the face, hairless all over, the frame covered in ancient-looking garbs. He moved elegantly, arms at ease behind him, as if he were strolling. 

Nobody reacted to him. Heck, Marty waved his little T-Rex arm. 

"Good afternoon, Uncle Marty." The giant alien man said, and looked left and right. Then his eyes settled on the little kid beside Hela. "What happened to my father? Why does he now stand in the form of a boy?"

"..."

"Wrah-wraah-wraaah~" It was Marty laughing, though it was so beastly that any ordinary man would piss his pants. "Grwaaah."

"Oh?" the grey man eyed the boy with a fond smile. "Father’s son? Ah, that is a fine surprise. I did not know he could sire a child, least of all with Lady Hela. Truly… wonderful. Then it seems we are brothers."

The large man walked over to the young boy and squatted beside the sunlounger. "I am Azul S. Grant, young one. In the lands of Egypt, they speak my name as Apocalypse."

The little boy sat up and shook hands. "I'm Helvar Marshallson." 

"An honor to meet you, young brother. Now, if I may ask, has Father come as well?" Apocalypse stood up and looked at Marty for answers.

Marty lazily growled back.

"What?!" Apocalypse exclaimed. "He was swallowed by tentacles?"

"Gruff~!"

"By a book?"

####

What was cosmic horror?

Marshall never really asked that question. But he still got the answer. 

"Haaaaaa—What the fuck is this?"

He was dragged into that whirlpool portal, and then he found himself in a completely different world. It was a planet, or perhaps it wasn't. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was certainly a planet the size of countless Earths. 

It was entirely made of green water. Those tentacles dragged him into that water. 

But then he realized he was wrong. No, it wasn't just green water; no, the planet itself was a living creature. A massive octopus-like creature, whose body was so huge that it was the core of the water planet. 

The octopus had countless, massive tentacles, and those tentacles had smaller ones protruding out, and those small ones had even smaller ones branching out. Like endless roots, one out of another, they covered the entire underwater region of the planet. 

And Marshall was dragged into it.

"Fuck! Stop poking my ass!"

"Not there!"

"There ain't no treasure in there!"

“Fuck off! Haaaa!"

Marshall enveloped his body with cosmic flames, then added Zeus' thunder into it. 

Sadly, it didn't go his way. The tentacles were infinite; the more he burned, the more they surrounded him. The more vanished, the more snugly they curved around him. 

In no time, he was covered by the tentacles from all sides, and then squeezed in from all sides. 

He died—Physically squeezed to death. 

It was shocking to Marshall. What in the universe could be so strong to squeeze Odin and Zeus's physical bodies to death?

####

Splash!

Splash!

A whirlpool formed on top of the First Man's temple in Dinosia. 

Splash!

First, one arm came out of it. Then another. And then Marshall's entire body crawled out of it. He was drenched all over, his face looked tired, but everything was exactly the same. 

"Aaargh… Fuck!" 

At last, he pulled himself up entirely and rolled to the side. Sprawled on his back, he looked up at the bright blue sky. The warm sun felt so comforting. The gentle breeze made him love Earth all the more. 

"Master!" Selene shouted and rushed over. 

"Grawr!" 

Marty and Hela also followed. 

Marshall was panting hard, gulping his spit.  "Finally… back… What did I miss?"

"The birth of your son," Hela commented.

Marshall's eyes grew wide. "It's a boy?"

"Hello, Father."

Marshall eyed the face of his son while he was still lying flat on the terrace. "You've got your mom's eyes. Rest is mine—Handsome. But why are you so big?"

"It's been four years, Master," Selene added from the side. 

"What? I was there for so long? Shit, no wonder it was getting boring." 

"What happened there, Master? Where did those tentacles take you?" Selene asked. 

Marshall covered his face with his hand, exhaling a deep sigh. "You don't wanna know, trust me. It was an underwater hell. Fought that bastard for four damn years… Feel sore."

"Gruff brrrfff?"

"No, Marty, I didn't get my ass fucked by the damn beast. What's wrong with you?" Marshall glared at Marty's massive face. "And no, I didn't fuck it either. I'm not into that. But… That tentacle fucker, it was an octopus the size of the sun, rolled into a ball with water all around it like a planet. It tried to swallow me in its—I don't know if it was a mouth or a pussy."

"..."

They were speechless.

"What's pussy?" Young Helvar asked. 

"It means female… cat," Marshall replied and jumped to his feet, and grabbed his son. "What did you name him, Hela?"

"Helvar."

"That's… Lazy. You used your name to name him? I’m calling dibs on naming the next one."

Hela stared at Marshall's face awkwardly. "You wish for another?"

"Why not? I’m finally on the baby-making scoreboard. You’re the MVP. Let’s rack up some points. Sure, if you don't want to, I'd understand."

"Well, I’m not against the notion of it," Hela replied, in her own way of saying she was willing. 

"Wait, wait, wait!" Selene interrupted them. "Tell me I’m not the only one dying to hear how Master took down a sun-sized octopus. The sun’s massive—truly massive—like, swallow-our-world-a-dozen-times-over massive."

All heads turned back towards Marshall. 

To that, Marshall just shrugged and answered. "Well, I did what we do to octopuses here. Bastard killed me a few times, then I remembered that Japanese dish from god knows where. Then I remembered, I can just eat the damn thing."

"..."

"You ate a sun-sized octopus?" Hela asked. Even she found it hard to believe. 

"Why not?" Marshall replied. "I had the cosmic flames, so I just started cooking and eating it. Can't say it tasted bad. But honestly, I got bored after some time. I don't think I'll ever eat another octopus or squid in my life again."

"But how? How can you eat something so big?" Selene inquired. 

"Oh, that was easy once I learned to do this…"

Marshall raised both his arms towards empty space and then—

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Woooosh!

Marshall's arms turned into mind-numbing, gigantic tentacles, which had more tentacles of their own. There were countless of them. 

"I can even slap Marty with them now."

Smack!

He did just that and smacked Marty on the face. Sure, Marty annoyedly bit on the tentacle. But Marshall just let it go and grew another one. 

"That…" Selene murmured, her eyes big, her body shivering. "M-Master… C-Can I visit you tonight?"

"..."

####

Night had fallen. And while Marshall didn't plan on doing Selene, he had no choice. Hela had Helvar in her room. And with Selene prowling like a starved predator, the decision had been made for him.

The air in the temple was thick with heat and the muffled cries of pleasure from the distant room. 

It was Selene's fifth orgasm that night. She got exactly what she wanted. And Marshall gave it to her, pouring himself out after three years of nothing. And she was still begging.

“Master… Master… M-Master!” Selene’s voice cracked as her back arched. Her moans melted into whimpers, her pale, glistening body trembling under him. Her cunt was a soaked, twitching mess, and still, she pushed her ass back into him like she wanted to drown in the pounding.

Plap! Plap!

Selene, the Black Priestess, the same woman who had been feared across centuries, was now on all fours, her face mashed into the bed, her ass high and swaying with each merciless thrust. She had given herself to this man long ago, and tonight, she was reveling in it. 

She didn’t just want him, she needed him. It was in her blood, in her bones. As if he had made her, as if her entire existence was just to be ruined by him. And tonight, every single hole she had belonged to him.

Marshall’s hips slammed into her, his cock driving deep into her slick, clenching pussy. His hands spread wide across her bubbly ass, fingers splayed like he was holding a trophy that belonged only to him.

Except… they weren’t just fingers anymore.

All ten digits had lengthened into thick, living tendrils. Dark, veined, and warm to the touch. They writhed with a mind of their own, tongueing over her skin, testing her flesh, exploring her like new prey.

“Aaaaah—Yes, yes… I… imagined it but… never this good!” Selene gasped, mewls dripping with filth and awe.

“You imagined this?” Marshall snarled behind her. “What the fuck did you imagine, witch?”

He rammed into her clenching pussy again, his cock pounding her drenched slit with punishing force. But everywhere else, his new limbs claimed. Two thick, glistening tendrils, his thumbs, pressed hard into the soft ring of her anal hole, stretching her open before sliding inside with an obscene squelch, slimy and slithering.

“Oooughh…” Selene moaned, desperate and broken. Her hips pushed back into him even harder.

Then another tendril slithered up her neck. It wrapped in a lazy spiral, coiling just tight enough to remind her she was his, the tip pressing against her lips. Teasing. Smearing her with his own slime before prying her mouth open.

“Mmph… Ohhh—!” Her muffled cries were swallowed as the tentacle slid between her lips, pushing against her tongue, curling deep into the heat of her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, spit dripping down her chin as her throat worked around the curling invasion.

Marshall groaned low, watching every shudder and twitch ripple through her. “That’s it… Every hole, Selene. You wanted that, right?”

He tested his limits, his thrusts growing deeper, his tendrils moving with feral hunger. 

Each one of his new limbs stimulated a different part of her, overloading her with too much pleasure to process. She was choking, moaning, clenching, and dripping. Her entire body was caught between his cock and the writhing grip of a man who wasn’t fully human anymore.

Marshall’s grin widened as he took in the sight of her, a filthy, blubbering mess.

The tendrils in her ass writhed, tightened. Then,  he pushed deeper. At the same time, his cock slammed forward into her leaking cunt, both entrances getting filled with raw, punishing force.

Thud!

“Unnnngh… Oh… Aaaaaah—mmmm!” Selene’s scream broke into a moan, her voice vibrating against the tentacle in her mouth as her arms gave way. 

Her elbows collapsed, and her face hit the bedding. She was gone, completely lost in the overload. Her ass getting drilled, really fucked senseless, as hard as her pussy. Every thrust struck her like a hammer.

The slimy limbs gripping the base of her ample bosom squeezed tighter, circling her breasts like coiled ropes, pressing and throbbing with their own pulse. Every motion jabbed her stiff nipples, each poke sending an electric jolt straight to her core.

Marshall was laughing, giddy. His voice mixed with the filthy squelching between them. He had found it. The exact rhythm and pressure to turn her into a fountain.

“Aaaarggh… Fuck, sex is the best… Damn… I missed this!” Marshall snarled, hips snapping forward. His cock throbbed inside her cunt, clenching like it was begging for him. Her ass was the same, a wringing, hot grip around the tendrils pumping into it.

The tendril in Selene’s wide-open mouth plopped out. Her moans were no longer words, just a cascade of wild, ragged cries. “Aaahhh… Ahhh-ohhh! Oh fuck… Mmmnnngh-—haaahhh… Aaahh!”

Her hands slapped the bedding hard, fingers clawing the fabric. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, back arching so hard, muscles stiffening up. Her head tilted back, and she howled at the ceiling. Her entire body shuddered uncontrollably.

The multiple orgasm crashed into her like a barreling semi.

Her ass clenched, her pussy clenched, both drilled at once. Her fuck holes sent competing shockwaves into her core until her entire body locked up. She felt it inside her, deep, maddening, pounding against every nerve in her hips and belly. Her mind couldn’t decide which orgasm to submit to, so it gave into both.

Marshall could barely breathe. Her pussy and ass squeezed like twin fists milking him at the same time. Each thrust felt like he was forcing himself into solid muscle, only for her to suck him back in harder. He groaned, teeth gritted, his toes curling against the bedding as he fought to keep control.

Pa!

From his back, another tendril lashed out, cracking across one of her pale, perfect asscheeks. The impact left it glowing red. There was so much to grab, so much to knead, she was built like sin sculpted in flesh. The slap echoed, followed by the wet, obscene squelch of his cock driving back in.

Schlck! Splooch! Schlck!

“Aaaaaaah!” Selene’s voice climbed higher, breaking at the peak.

Then she came, really came, and lost what little mind she had left. 

Her eyes rolled completely back, her jaw dropped, and she let out a raw, guttural scream that tore her voice apart. Her body went limp, collapsing forward, but her knees stayed folded, ass still up in the air like an offering. Her pussy gushed in rhythmic spurts around cock, flooding down his shaft. Her juices running down her trembling thighs.

Marshall kept fucking her through it. That perfect clamp made his legs shake, the suction so intense it was like she was trying to drag him into her. Every pump and pull made a wet pop, each one sending lightning straight to his spine.

“Gaaaah! Fuck… They’re all… gonna love this!” Marshall roared, his fingers digging into her ass as he tipped forward onto his toes, hips slamming in faster. The images in his head—Hela, Ajak, Thena, made his blood burn hotter.

“Ooooooh! Yes, fill me… fill me…!” Selene blathered, dripping with desperation and bliss.

Of course, he would give it to her. 

He plunged in deep and stayed there. His cock throbbed violently, thick, white lava flooding straight into her womb. Her pussy’s tight squeeze, aided by the tendrils pounding her ass, milked every drop from him. The pressure pumped more out than he thought he had, battering her inside with complete abandon. No consequences, no mercy.

He groaned through gritted teeth, hips twitching as his spill refused to stop, pulse after pulse spilling into her until it leaked back out around his rock-hard shaft.

Finally, with a guttural exhale, Marshall fell forward, letting his weight pin her down. 

Selene lay flat below him, her body slack but still quivering, his cock still buried inside her dripping pussy. The tendrils retracted slowly, slithering free from her ass and chest until his hands returned to normal.

He reached forward, turning her face toward him, only to find her already out cold. Asleep, high on sex and satisfaction, her lips still parted, her cheeks flushed.

"Tsk… I wanted to go more rounds. Fuck, let's take a trip around Dinosia then."

His hunger was still not satiated. Being away for four years was a lot. He had a lot to dump, quite literally. And thankfully, he had a whole nation of willing women. And they came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. 

####

The next morning, Marshall found himself seated in front of the new Chairman of Commerce of Dinosia. And this one didn't even look human. Also, Marshall had never visited the main administration building of his country. It was beautiful. But again, he never really gave a damn about how they ran the place unless they tried to do something stupid. 

"I have some ideas, Father."

Marshall rubbed his beard. "Why? Isn't this boring?"

Azul, famous as Apocalypse, crossed his arms on the table. “That is why I’ll only do this for three years. Barely a blink for beings like us. And I’m doing it because the people of Dinosia asked me to. The last Chairman had his thoughts, but fear kept him from you. To them, you’re the god whose laws sealed Dinosia away, laws they dare not break.”

"What's that? Hope it ain't a war they want to wage. If that's the case, I'd rather wipe out the entire country and start fresh again."

Used to immortality and nigh undefeatable might, Azul still gulped at his adopted father's words. He had no doubt that his father would indeed erase all of Dinosia if he felt it wasn't good enough. He understood that for a man who'd lived a hundred million years, a few thousand years was nothing. 

Thankfully, it wasn't war they wanted. 

"Had they demanded such, I would have refused, Father. Instead, they sought your grace for three exceptions to the isolationist decree." Azul explained and placed a map of the whole world. It was an accurate one, to the very last detail. While Dinosia was isolationist, its people were still allowed to send expeditions and traders outside. 

Marshall lazily looked at the large map. "Zeus' tits! It looks like this now? It used to be different back then."

A mere comment. But to Azul, it was a subtle reminder of how ancient his father was. It somewhat made him proud to be associated with him… despite all the psychologically eccentric tendencies. 

"This is the most recent map, Father. Look at these three locations. This place is called Panama, a state of New Granada. This one is the Eyalet of Egypt. And this is Siam, ruled by a King."

"Ah, ain't that the ladyboy place? Damn those dickmen. I was tricked back then."

"..."

Azul scratched his head, unable to understand what his father had just said. It was one of the oddities he had noticed. His father often said words that meant nothing or meant something absurd. He liked to believe it was eccentricities. Because if it was visions of the future… he didn't want dickmen either. 

“Father, Dinosia’s limited land means it can’t mass-produce goods. At least for now, what the world consumes requires a lot of space and resources to produce. To secure Dinosia’s future and riches, the last Chairman ordered five hundred iron and steel steam ships built for cargo. His vision was to make Dinosia the world’s cargo broker, bridging nations with its fleets."

"That's fucking smart." Marshall instantly agreed to the idea. Being a man who'd seen modern times, while most memories were lost, he understood the idea with ease. He remembered how massive cargo ships got. "Heck, pour more cash into the ship-building study. Make them as big as you can. Fuck, make them fly maybe… ugh, that might be too hard though. Damn, should get Odin to snatch me some space pirate ship."

Azul nodded and pointed at the map again. "The world’s cargo routes are dominated by a few, especially the British Empire. Dinosia will go head-to-head with them and their navies. Yet, by constructing and owning these three canals, we take the market away from the British at once."

"What's stopping you then? Go ahead, do it. Fuck the British, just like I fucked that George whatever's wife, hah, she was nice. But I can't remember her face… she was tight though. Ah, anyway, you have my permission. But these three are the only exceptions."

"..."

That was the psychologically eccentric tendencies he was used to. 

“Building the canal in Panama is simple. But Egypt’s demands your hand. I fear… the French are trying to do it first. If we get involved, a military intervention may happen. Dinosia has no army or navy, Father. But you are a worshiped man in those lands, all over the world. If you lend us a hand, I believe we can stop the French."

"Fuck the French too!" Marshall blurted and stood up. "I'll go and fuck their queen or whatever. Then their king will hand me the canal while I fill the queen's."

"..."

"And the Ottomans…"

"I'll fuck his queen too! Wait, don't they have a harem? Then I'll bang his entire harem," Marshall proclaimed. 

And the problem lay in the fact that Azul really believed him. His father was willing and could do whatever he said he’d do. Yet the problem was, the French Emperor may cry, but the Ottoman Sultan would proclaim the First Man banging his harem as the blessing of the heavens or something else. Marshall was a god, angel, or something in every faith, after all. 

“No, Father. Please, no need for that. I just hope you’ll visit them once with Dinosia’s people. You don’t have to say a word. Your presence alone will make them accept it. Same with the King of Siam.”

"That's it?" Marshall frowned and sat down boredly. "Alright, I'll take them on my raft. You're gonna dig these canals then?"

"That’s why I’ve committed to three years here—one year for each canal. For the first fifty years, Dinosia owns the canal completely and keeps all the revenue. After that, every fifty years, twenty percent of the revenue goes to the country where the canal is. By the fourth fifty-year term, revenue sharing will settle at fifty-fifty until 2100."

Marshall shrugged and got up again to leave. "Sure, do that, kid. But don't expect me to dig the canals. I only dig the ones that moan."

"..."

"I will be doing that myself, Father."

"Great, good luck."

Finally, Marshall left. 

Alone, Azul fell back in his large seat. He stared at the closed door and wondered about himself. 

Will I end up like him someday? Is it the curse of immortality? Crazed for women… I dread such a fate.

####

The Panama deal was done in a day. 

The Ottomans delayed it for a week, however. Not because they didn't want it, but because they got a little sidelined in welcoming Marshall. They made it some sort of a festival just to welcome the First Man. Grand feasts, dances, and Marshall's very own hundred women orgies. He proudly left each one of them with their eyes rolled up. Their mortal bodies were no challenge to him. 

Sadly, he didn't know back then that from that day, he'd be prayed to for fertility by the people of the entire Middle East and some parts of Eastern Europe. His legend would spread. 

Then came Siam. Marshall avoided any hint of orgy there, the PTSD of dickmen still lingering in the subconscious. Besides, the King was a Buddhist, so there wasn't much going on. Though they did pray to Marshall as if he were a Buddha. Not their fault, since the ancient Buddhist scriptures extensively wrote about him, as the originator of mankind, and the First Man.

Done with the three canals, Marshall threw the Dinosia delegates back in Dinosia, grabbed his boy Marty, and headed out for a nice vacation after so much hard work. 

"Where to, Marty?"

"Burff~"

"Somewhere warm and dry? Hmm… Haven't seen Greece in a while. Let's go there."

####

Marshall wasn't alone roaming Greece, however. A certain Austrian Empress by the name of  Empress Elisabeth, or Sisi, was there after suffering from lung problems. The Greek island of Corfu was her last destination in her long outing. The court of Vienna was too tiring for her, and her mother-in-law was the bane of her existence. 

She had wed her husband, the Emperor of Austria, at the mere age of sixteen. Back then, it was out of love. But it didn't take long for that love to fade. And once she gave birth to her second child, the crown prince, she felt even more sidelined. Her children were taken away from her by her mother-in-law to be tutored. 

The spark ended right there. She did feel lung problems, but it was more an excuse to be away from the suffocating court. She'd always been a free spirit before her marriage; she loved to travel, horseback riding, hiking, and even hunting. She wanted to return to that life. 

Hence, her visit to the Greek island. She traveled with a small retinue, as was her habit. 

"He's here! He's here!"

It was just another blissful afternoon for Empress Elisabeth. Sitting in the beautiful green garden of her mansion. It brought calm to her thoughts. But that was broken when the servants started shouting. 

"Who is here?" she asked the servant. 

"T-T-The First Man! After so many centuries! He's back in Greece!"

The Empress frowned and then stared at the servant. "You mean… the one written in the Bib—"

"Yes, that one, Your Majesty!"

"Where is he?"

"He's fishing near the port with the First Steed."

Elisabeth rose from her chair. "Bring me there, please. I'd like to see them for myself."

####

Splash!

"Bahahah! For a fatass, you sure catch the smallest fish, Marty." Marshall mocked Marty while they both sat near the port, fishing rods in their hands. 

"Ruff!" Marty exhaled. 

"Sure, sure, all I hear is excuses." Marshall looked behind. "Getting loud here now."

A huge crowd had gathered behind them. It was as if the entire island's population had arrived there. Some of them were on their knees, holding books and praying to him. Some had hands clasped, and some spread, and some were completely lying flat towards him.

"It's annoying. Let's go, Marty. They've still got my temple here. It's in ruins, let's give it some repairs."

Marty threw the rod into the sea and got up right away. Marshall jumped onto Marty's head.

Soon, the crowd parted as Marty came closer. Marshall just waved at them. That was the least he could do.

However, Marshall noticed a stunning woman in the crowd, standing out amongst the rest. She had an air of nobility, her clothes a beautiful, multi-layered gown, off-the-shoulder type, revealing her creamy, full shoulders. Her neck was delicate, covered by a lovely, expensive necklace. Her hair was done intricately, in a way that could only be done by servants. 

The woman grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it a little while giving a noble curtsy. 

She's hot. 

Marshall saw it. She was curvy, and the swells were noticeable in her gown. Her height surprised him, probably at five feet eight, which was not normal for that time. She had a slim waist, too, or maybe that was the gown. Her eyes were blue, long lashes, high cheekbones, pale luminous skin—a real beauty.

"Wanna ride?" He asked, but it was unclear what ride he was offering.

The woman was taken aback and looked left and right. Then pointed at herself. 

Marshall just moved his hand and raised the woman in the air with telekinesis. She yelped at first, but then looked down in pure awe. The people below were the same. 

"You shouldn't stand in a crowd like that," Marshall said as he brought her closer to him, still hovering in the air. "It's the prettiest flowers that get plucked the fastest."

Holy sweet baby Jesus! I came up with that line? Damn, I'm getting smart!

The woman blushed; even her smile was beautiful. "My prayers to you, respected First Man. I merely came over to lay my eyes upon you."

And I thank god for that. Marshall laid his eyes upon her. The more he looked, the more he was interested. It had been so long since he bedded another human that wasn't from Dinosia. But this woman made him want to. 

"Then you can continue, but closer."

With that, Marshall landed her right in front of his chest, sideways, on his lap. Her fabulous, soft, supple hips squeezed into his thighs. His arms captured her like a princess. 

Marty started walking again. 

The woman was speechless, her pale face turning red, her heart racing so much that it could be felt. She almost forgot to breathe there. She wasn't angry at all, she found herself unable to. They say, a woman's body only belonged to her husband and god—this was a god. 

"What is your name?" Marshall asked. 

"I… I'm Elisabeth Amalie Eugenie… I'm Empress consort of Austria… First Man."

"An Empress?" Marshall exclaimed, finding it hard to believe. "It's rare for someone as beautiful as you to come out of royalty. You're perhaps amongst the most beautiful of all queens and Empresses I've seen. Perhaps less than Cleopatra, but again, she was rotten everywhere but her face."

"D-Do you mean the Cleopatra?"

"That’s right," Marshall replied, and took a closer look at her face. She wasn't like those slim women. She had a fine body, neither plump nor fleshy, yet full. She clearly put a lot of effort into her health. It showed. Her hair alone, he reckoned, reached her ankles. 

Elisabeth's eyes grew wide and sparkled. She just stared at the god's face. It felt like a wild dream to her. She felt her body getting better just by being embraced by him. 

"And here comes my temple." 

Marty finally stopped. 

Marshall jumped down while keeping the Empress in a princess carry. "So, Elizabeth, are you interested in wasting some time with me here?"

"N-No time spent with you is wasted, great First Man."

"So be it!"

####

"Ooooooh~ I… am… so blessed… to be here… Mmmmmh!"

Elizabeth panted in slow waves, her whole body trembling like a tower caught in the earth’s tremor. Her slender legs rested on Marshall’s broad shoulders, knees tucked tight against the swell of her magnificent breasts, rising and falling with each fierce thrust from him. 

The weight of his limbs pressed her down like a sacrament. That strange, wild sensation of surrender and worship all rolled into one, buzzing inside her head.

Every muscle felt on fire, every nerve sparking with overstimulation. Her pussy clenched mercilessly, throbbing and soaked around his cock like molten silk. The delicious friction spread through her pussy walls and shot out to every trembling finger and toe. She was withering under a god, utterly drenched in want and worship, her skin flushed to alabaster perfection.

"Mmmmmh! I… never knew… it could feel… this way, oh, God!" Sisi moaned.

"Yes?" Marshall cheekily replied and leaned further down into her. Pressing his palms into the soft, yielding underthighs of her legs, spreading her open wider with a strength that made her gasp. His gaze locked on her face, framed by cascades of insanely long hair that spilled in chaotic waves all over the round bed, the very center of his temple.

He’d been fucking her for a week now. Every inch, mouth, ass, cunt. 

She’d taken it all with open arms, begging for more every time. She bathed in the glow of his prowess, seeing a halo around him, convinced a god was rutting her soul alive. 

Marshall wasn’t just playing around; he was genuinely intrigued by the fair beauty. 

There was something about Elisabeth. The fire behind those blue eyes, the sharp mind that matched her royal lineage. She was fun, quick-witted, unafraid to dive into risky pleasures, like that time she’d agreed to anal, an act few of her kind would dare entertain. That boldness excited him, made every thrust feel like a conquest, every moan a victory.

And damn, she was stunning. The inbreeding of ancient royalty hadn’t destroyed her; it actually came out with something nice for once.

"Sisi… Moan harder… louder." 

He released her legs and flipped them, bringing her on top of him in a seamless, hungry motion. 

Sisi landed like a marble statue come to life, a goddess carved from stone but burning with scorching heat. Her flat belly pressed against his chest, hips wide and welcoming, her loins swallowing him whole. 

Her lower lips were pale, fresh, shockingly untouched by time despite motherhood. Her breasts, swollen and ripe, spilled beyond his palms. And that hair, untamed, endless, tangled around them like a living thing.

"Faster… Sisi… harder."

Her body obeyed every word, squatting wide and rising and falling on his cock with desperation, riding him all the way to oblivion. Each deep plunge stretched her petals further than she thought possible, a delicious ache stretching the limits of her ecstasy.

"Oooooh!" She bit her lips, moaning softly, riding the waves crashing through her veins. She felt stretched; it churned deep inside. She could feel his length shifting the gates of her womb, holding her up like a puppet on a stick.

Marshall almost wondered how she could take anything that far in. 

“C-Close… Forgive me…” she whimpered, falling forward against his chest in a breathless collapse. Her climax tore through her, flooding onto his battering ram in a bid for mercy. This time more watery, this time exhausting her body so much she could only whimper and tremble like a meek kitten on his chest.

“Shh… Feel it.” Marshall pulled her closer, lips crashing against hers in a plundering kiss. His hips jumped up, sinking deeper into her royal cunt, the rhythmic pounding drawing out louder whimpers from her throat.

“Ungh! Umm… uhhh!”

Smack! Smack!

Plap! Plap!

The sounds of their bodies slapping, slick and wet, filled the temple

“Gck…” Marshall’s groan deepened as he teetered on the edge.

Elizabeth moaned back, tongue darting against his lips, kissing him harder, feeling how holy and unholy their union was. How she hoped time would freeze and she’d never have to leave this warm embrace.

Marshall’s fingers dug into her ass, gripping like talons, and then he spilled himself deep inside her, his cream flooding her sacred cave for the nth time. The warmth leaked out, sullying the pristine bed beneath them. 

Their lips were still glued together in a messy, frantic kiss filled with greed, as if they didn’t want to waste any drop of warm breath.

After what felt like hours, she stopped kissing and sat up, eyes tired. 

Marshall fondled her breasts and grinned. "Sisi… want to experience something different? That fullness, everywhere, all at once?"

Elizabeth gulped. "H-How?'

Marshall just grinned. 

####

Empress Elizabeth was an independent and rebellious sort. But her life at court in Vienna, and her mother-in-law disturbing her peace, made her reclusive. She had withdrawn from public life. However, when she received the right push, she found herself blooming once again. 

Those six months spent with the First Man, she felt, she would never forget in her life. Not just the bedding and those tendrils, but the knowledge she gained and the experiences. She felt they taught her a lot. Speaking with the First Man made her realise how small her thinking was. Her husband and all other royals were the same. 

She found out about the otherworldly entities lurking in their world. Entities that could destroy the world itself. She found out about Asgard. She found that there was life out there in the sky. She learned from Marshall, and she believed his every word. 

Initially, she thought the First Man was like those mythical creatures crazed about sex. But she never got pregnant. And the First Man never left her alone. Instead, the First Man took her to the legendary land of Dinosia. She'd only read about it in the books, but she got to see it for herself. 

She even got her body treated there. Her lungs, her fatigue; it was all healed. She saw buildings so high, technology that made little sense. Clean, orderly, a society she couldn't even dream of being real. Yet, it was all real. It was the land of the First Man, the home of the faith of the First Man. 

Unlike the world, where the First Man was simply an angel or a deity in an already existing religion. In Dinosia, the only religion was the First Man himself. 

She learned. She saw. She understood. 

And then, she received it. 

"One wish—Anything you desire. I never thought I'd find a human I like this much, but here I am. Make a wish, Empress."

She heard those words from the First Man. And she knew what she needed to ask. The bane of her existence. The bane of her husband's existence, whom she still cherished. 

In mere days, her mother-in-law was found dead in her sleep, believed to have passed from natural causes. The woman who had influenced the court for years as her son's main advisor for years.

From then on, Elizabeth became her husband's main advisor. 

And Elizabeth knew exactly what she wanted to do with her newfound confidence. It was impossible to replicate Dinosia, but she wanted to try some of the things she knew. And it started with imperial investment in science and technology at an unprecedented scale. 

At the same time, she sent delegates to establish governmental relations with Dinosia. 

While entering that mythical nation was impossible. But being in its good books was enough, Elizabeth thought.

####

Washington, D.C.,

It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. And Marshall had decided to spend some time with his little son, Helvar. Of course, Marty came along. 

"Dad, look at this!" Helvar shouted and demonstrated how he ripped out a brick from the ground with his bare hands. "I'm strong."

Marshall nodded, proud. Seeing his son as chaotic as he was, it filled his chest with pride. 

"Uncle Marty, look!" 

Marty turned his T-Rex head to the side and—

Bam!

Helvar punched the brick, but instead of shattering, the brick flew out of his small hands and smacked Marty's snout. 

"Grwaaaaar!"

And so, it started again. Marty gave chase, and Helvar giggled the entire way. They had plenty of space on that terrace; it was the White House, after all. The building had been evacuated, however. A T-Rex running around could very easily destroy it.

Pop!

Marshall popped open a beer bottle. It was from Dinosia and already looked like a modern beer bottle. He gulped it down, all of it in one go. 

"Gaaaaah! Damn, this is life."

He then threw the battle away and broke it. Sure, he was nude except for his trunks, but his skin was too hard to be affected by glass. 

Again, he grabbed a bottle from the side. But then he grabbed another one and turned his head sideways to the extra, fourth beach chair. On it was an extremely tall, lean, lanky man with thick hair, clean-shaven, and his skin was olive-toned with lines of fatigue.

"Champ, you should grow a beard. Women will drool from top and bottom," Marshall said to the man and passed him the beer. "Have a drink."

"I-ah… I must beg to decline, Sir. I remain at my post."

"Ah, come on, Abe. You're the damn President, you're always at work," Marshall said and popped open the beer. But midway, he stared at his son and shouted. "Helvar! I said only the fucking bricks! Why're you lifting the entire goddamn chimney? And don't throw it at Uncle Marty!"

"..."

Abraham Lincoln sighed in stunned silence. 

Watching. Thinking. 

How to deal with this hurricane called First Man.