Heads snapped, mouths froze.
Marshall annoyedly stared at the man who'd just commented. He recognised him from somewhere, but that didn't matter. He walked coldly to the man, grabbed him by his throat, and lifted him in the air.
"Goddamn waste of air and space!" Marshall barked at the man's face. "You little shitmeat! I'll make you fly now, enjoy."
Woosh!
Just like that, Marshall threw the man into the sky. He threw him with so much force that all his clothes tore apart. The man fully vanished into the sky, only to have his flesh and muscles get torn into shreds and his bones turn to ash during re-entry into the atmosphere.
"G-Governor!"
Marshall clapped his hands and looked at the people. "Ah, no wonder I recognised the piss-soaked bastard. Sob harder, choose again, something that doesn't stink. You don't get to flap your mouth at me and spit on a Dinosian."
Raven stared at the god in surprise. She didn't know she was a Dinosian. But she kept her mouth shut.
"Damn it, you ruined my mood now, and I'm fucking pissed. If another one of you has something to curse, say it. I'll make you fly." Marshall sneered at the reporters. "If you got a problem with her, then you got a problem with me. Hell, not just her, I'm saying it now. If you mess with or hurt innocent mutants, I'll wipe you out like vermin! I don't give a shit! Your holy books are full of tales of God's wrath! I don't mind frying your whole species then waiting a billion years to watch it crawl back! Capiche?"
Sadly, the truth was that the world simply didn't know about mutants at that time. Only the likes of the President and military chiefs knew about them. To the rest of the world, mutants were either blessed by gods, freaks of nature, or simply didn't exist. The mutant word didn't exist in the world's general dictionary.
And what Marshall did made them global knowledge. He brought the cat out of the bag.
"Y-Your Holiness!" A journalist voiced. "What's a mutant? I'm sorry, I never heard of that before."
"What? You don't know? Holy rotten goat balls, you're actually dumber than you look. Mutants are humans who won the genetic lottery and evolved a little extra than everyone else. They get powers; some turn into damn rock piles, some light up like a campfire, some poke around in your skull like it's a diary, some flap in the air like fat pigeons, some can teleport. And this charming lady can shapeshift into anyone. They've existed since even before humanity—Dammit, I miss Firehair, she was probably the first mutant. My first love… fuck… I need a drink now."
Really, in Marshall's head, memories of Firehair were like that sweet, fun, crazy, hot wife of the main character that dies before the start of the movie. He really missed how she used to match his craziness.
"I'm out. Chatting with you lot rots my skull meat." Marshall walked away, pushing away the men like they were lifeless dolls. He waved at Theodore Roosevelt in the distance, his friend, and headed to the raft he'd brought. Marty, Hela, and Helvar were already waiting for him there.
"Wait for me!"
Raven ran after him. "C-Can I come with you? To Dinosia?"
"Sure," Marshall said and stepped on the raft. "Get on."
Nervously, Raven stepped up, eyeing the giant T-Rex who was waving at her, the boy who looked like a teenager, and then the seven-foot-tall goddess-looking woman. As she looked at her, the tall woman was peering back. Raven looked away, feeling as if her soul was being stared at.
Just like that, Marshall flew away.
Back on the ground, the Wright brothers finally took a relaxing breath. They instantly cursed their luck and decided to never invite a crowd to their future tests. Only journalists were enough.
Meanwhile, President Theodore Roosevelt sighed in the distance, shaking his head. He wasn't angry at the First Man. He understood the psyche of the immortal god. Humans were indeed insects. He was a decently learned man and knew that the First Man was far, far older than humanity. Considering that, he reckoned humans were a recent addition to the First Man's world.
He was annoyed by the Governor, who was killed. And then, he got annoyed that he didn't know enough about the mutants. He didn't give a damn about using them or manipulating them. No, he wanted to befriend some mutants just because it sounded rather exciting, adventurous, and fun.
And now, he knew what he had to do.
"Maybe I should put out an advertisement in the newspapers."
####
Dinosia, Dinosia National University,
David Hilbert, the most influential mathematician of the time, and also a naturalized Dinosian citizen, read a letter. He was the head of the Department for Mathematics, so he received a lot of them from around the world.
But this one amused him. The letter was filled with mathematical formulas and theorems, number theory, and infinite series research, but without the proof and the steps to achieve them. The letter was even more absurd.
It came from a nineteen-year-old boy named Srinivasa Ramanujan. The boy said that he failed his college degree because nothing other than mathematics interested him. He was pursuing research independently while living in extreme poverty and at times on the brink of starvation.
However, that was nothing new for David Hilbert. The world wasn't perfect. What did catch his eye was the claim that 'Gods told him the mathematical formulas'. Now, being a man of science, he should have laughed at it and ignored it.
But when he remembered where he was living, Dinosia, the literal home of a god, he gave it some thought. First Man was the father of all humanity, keeper of all knowledge. To dismiss a letter like this… he feared it'd anger the First Man. Just in case it was the First Man teaching this boy. The formulas and theorems were indeed very advanced and new, after all.
So, he ended up writing to the most powerful and knowledgeable man he could speak with, Azul S. Grant, the mutant with god-like powers, and adopted son of the First Man.
Before long, a Dinosian warship was sent to the Indian Ocean to reach the British Raj.
####
Dinosia, The Temple of the First Man,
While Marshall really missed Firehair and her shenanigans, that didn't mean he didn't cherish Hela. As the woman who had given him a son, she was right at the top of his priority list. While she was the more serious type, he found that cute nonetheless. It was fun to melt her stern persona and make her moan his name.
"Ummmmh…" Hela moaned sweetly in that warm bedroom, rolling her hips back and forth in a continuous, slow, but deep and sensual rhythm. Nude, she stared down at the only man in the universe who had managed to win her like this.
Marshall watched her from below, half serenaded by her moans, half aroused by her body, and completely lost in the moment. His rough hands palmed her sizable breasts, massaging them as she rode him, both their eyes locked.
Hela smirked faintly as she looked down at him, her lips curling proudly. Her long legs squeezed tight around his powerful waist, holding him prisoner under her, even though they both knew he could break free in an instant. She combed her hair back slowly with both hands, exposing her sharp, pale features.
He groaned at the sight of her bare neck and proud chest arched forward.
She reveled in the sensation, the obscene fullness that stretched her each time her hips rolled. His cock throbbed inside her snug folds, filling her deeper than she thought possible, making her body pulse with a joy she refused to admit.
Her long arms lowered, hands caressing his rugged cheek, her thumbs stroking across his jawline as if savoring the heat pouring off his flesh.
This was what she adored most. He didn't want her for her crown, her dominion, or her power. He wanted her for her body. For her womanhood. For the softest part of her.
"Ummmh… Oh, Marshall…" She breathed out, deliberately letting his name drip like honey off her tongue, just to hear him groan.
His eyes flickered, dark with hunger at the sound. She smirked again, pleased at the power she held—until a sudden sharp tug at her nipples stole that composure away.
"Ohh!" Her lips parted, a broken moan slipping free as Marshall pinched her stiff buds between his calloused fingers, twisting and pulling them like tiny levers of her body. Each tug made her body react, her cunt squeezing tight around his girthy spear.
She glared down at him, purely out of habit. There was no other man alive who would dare handle her like this, and only one she would allow it from.
Slosh! Slosh!
The sound of her wet cunt squashing down onto his cock filled the room, shameless and lewd.
"Ooooooh… I… can feel it near…" Her words were thick with pleasure.
Her hips lost their slow rhythm and started to pump faster. She dropped herself onto his girthy length with a greedy thump, bouncing herself down, pounding his cock deeper into her drenched core. Her body jolted with every impact, her breasts thrashing as she fucked herself on him. Her ass rippled with every bounce, losing her grace to something unholy.
"Mmmmh… Yes~" she cooed, breathy and indulgent.
She leaned down, pressing her swells against his hard chest, smushing them wide between their bodies as her hips rose and fell with hungry abandon. Her hair spilled forward, black strands raining across her face and his. And then her lips crashed into his.
The kiss was nothing restrained. Raw, intoxicating, a need she couldn't hold back. Her slender fingers slid up, pulling him closer as her mouth devoured his. She gave him wet, greedy kisses, sucking at his tongue as if she could drink the air out of his lungs.
Her tongue slid in, wet and insistent, tangling with his. Their mouths smeared with spit, the sounds of their tongues meeting every bit as obscene as the lewd sloshing of her cunt riding his cock.
Schlk! Shlk! Plop!
Marshall chuckled against her lips, his voice vibrating in her mouth as his hands slid lower.
He grabbed her hips, round and fluffier now than before, the faint softness of motherhood making them all the more irresistible. His claws sank into that pale flesh, dimpling it without disturbing her furious rhythm. His fingers elongated, gradually turning into small tentacles that slithered over her smooth skin. The gleaming tips, wet with secretion, twirled over her puckering hole, teasing her sensitive star.
"Ughhhh~" Hela groaned and giggled, body shivering from the stimulation. But she didn't stop, relentlessly pounding her pussy onto his magnificent arousal.
Marshall didn't mind giving her the reins once in a while. It was usually him rutting her like a beast, but seeing the so-called Goddess of Death pant and moan from her own naughty greed was a rare delight. And that alone was worth letting her take the lead.
"Umh, umh…."
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Her hips slammed down with the kind of force only an Asgardian body could muster, her divine strength focused into one primal act. A lesser man would have been crushed and killed a thousand times over. But Marshall only smiled into her mouth and rammed his hips up to meet her.
His cock drove so deep inside her, she broke into wails, the sound swallowed straight into their messy kiss.
"Ummph—hh…Umm… Ohh!"
Their mouths were soaked, lips shiny and swollen, spit dripping from the corners of their lips to their chins. Their tongues rolled clumsily against one another, sometimes missing, sometimes sliding, leaving sticky trails across each other's lips.
"Ah!" Hela finally tore her lips away to catch a breath, gasping against his cheek before trailing kisses down his jawline. She buried her face against his neck, her hot mouth biting and kissing across his skin while her hips never stopped rising and falling.
She fucked herself harder on his flesh rod, taking him with all the need of a reckless goddess lost in lust.
Plap! Plap!
The tremors rose in her belly. Her back stiffened, her wet walls tightening. She was close, so close she could feel the shudder gathering at the base of her spine. A wondrous feeling threatening to break through her body.
"Unnnhhh… Marshall… make me… come…" Her moan was deep, commanding even in desperation. The moan of a goddess giving in but refusing to sound small. And then, her body betrayed her.
Her pussy walls seized around him, clamping down so hard it made Marshall's claws dig deeper into her hips as his finger tentacle retracted back into normal digits.
"Gaah!" he snarled, dragging her down onto his cock until she was fully impaled, womb stuffed with every thick inch of him.
Squelch!
She kept rolling her hips in smaller circles even as her orgasm ripped through her, her movements messy, twitching, desperate to wring more from him. Moans poured from her lips, tangled with breathless mumbles. "Ahhhh—"
Her climax was molten, a hot gush that flooded down around his cock, soaking their thighs, soaking the bedding. Her back arched against him, breasts pressed hard to his chest, her hands clawing at his shoulders. Her moan spilled out like a hymn corrupted into raw, unholy music.
"Oh… Marshall. What ar—" She started, but her voice cracked as her body convulsed around him.
Marshall didn't let her finish. The moment her climax subsided enough for her body to go slack, he moved like a predator.
In a single roll, he flipped her under him, pinning her down into the sheets with his weight. His cock never left her. Still buried to the hilt, still throbbing inside her, still eager and rabid.
"What? You've had your fun on top, now it's my turn, my deadly goddess," he grinned.
Marshall pressed a kiss against her flushed cheek, then crushed her lips again, just as hot and ravenous as before. His knees spread her thighs wide, forcing her long legs apart. He started to pump her with his entire length, hard and heavy, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke.
Hela, so tall and limber, easily locked her ankles behind his back, tightening around him, as if she could trap him there.
But Marshall was too damn strong. When he pulled back, he lifted her entire body an inch from the bedding, her ass coming off the wet sheets with his motion. And when he slammed back down, her soft flesh smushed under him. The bed groaned, the wood frame protesting, his cock drilling her so deep it felt like he was striking deeper inside her than her body should allow.
Did some other part of him turn into a tentacle inside her? She didn't know, and at this point, drowning in bliss, she didn't care. It was sheer, utter pleasure.
"You… if you…" Hela moaned, panting between his bruising kisses. "Weren't you… You'd be a dead man for all… this."
"Hah! I know." Marshall grinned against her lips, watching her face twist with heat. "I guess you couldn't repel my charm."
"Madness, actually—eeeeeh!" she squealed when he rammed up into her, stealing her breath.
"Thanks for the… compliment! Ah!" he groaned, arching his spine so he could bury his face in her breasts.
He latched onto one, suckling hungrily, his palms rounding and kneading the magnificent swells as though they were his to mold. Her flesh spilling between his rough fingers. Every inch of her was divine, pale, smooth skin stretched over impossible beauty.
To him, she was more of a sex goddess than Aphrodite, who herself was a gaudy blonde slut compared to this dark queen. Hela carried herself with dignity, even now, as her curving hips squirmed beneath his relentless thrusts.
Plap! Plap!
Creak! Creak!
Her slender legs clamped tighter around his back as his meat rod rutted up into her snug depths.
Marshall lifted his head, breaking their messy kiss, staring into her eyes just as her walls started to flutter around him, milking, warning him. Every nerve ending in his cock was humming, balls tightening.
"Hela…" he grunted, breath ragged. "Should we have another child? I was hoping for a daughter this tim—"
"Shh…" Hela pressed her fingertip on his lips. "I would cherish having a daughter. Helvar holds too much of you in his nature."
Marshall chuckled, eyes wild with delight. Then he crashed his lips back onto hers, his tongue sweeping inside. His hips pistoned harder, deeper, slamming her down into the groaning bedframe. With every thrust, he lifted her inches off the bedding only to smash her soft flesh under his weight again.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Hela clung to him, arms tight around his neck, as if afraid he might vanish.
"Oh, oh, ohhh… Yes-ssshhh~" she moaned into the kiss, broken by shuddering need.
Marshall's guttural grunts mixed with her whimpers, their mouths glued together.
Their bodies convulsed, locked together, grinding and slamming through the waves of bliss. Her divine walls squeezed him mercilessly, drawing every drop, while his cock erupted like a geyser inside her.
Hot seed blasted deep, spurt after endless spurt, gushing so thick it overflowed around his shaft. The mess was obscene. Cream squelched and sloshed out around his cock with every rutting thrust, mixing with her own gush until it dripped down in white froth.
Squelch! Schlk! Splurt!
Hela's eyes widened, her body trembling under the sheer volume pouring into her. She had never felt so impossibly full, her belly fluttering as his heat kept flooding her. For a flicker of a moment, she wondered how she had gone from conquering the cosmos to lying here, stuffed and bred by this mad, immortal man.
And yet, her heart offered no complaints. He was perfect for her.
Their lips never parted, both moaning into each other's mouths, eyes shut, bodies burning in the sticky afterglow.
"That was… deadly," Marshall rasped with a crooked grin as his cock finally softened and slid free, leaving her cunt a dripping mess. He rolled onto his back and dragged her against his chest, his arm pulling her close. "I get to name her."
Hela rolled her eyes, her face warm against his jaw. "As long as it's not a mockery of a name."
"Come on, Hela. I ain't that batshit. I'll pick a cute name for our daughter. Soft, so when she guts someone, they'll choke on the irony." Marshall fondly imagined the future.
"Helvar is the same. He may look harmless, but when he speaks, his madness cuts deeper than yours. I love him, but keeping him steady grows harder with each day. You should guide him. He's drifting away from reality, blind to the world and the price of his choices."
Hearing Hela be so serious, Marshall agreed right away.
Knock! Knock!
"Dammit, who the fuck is it now? Wrong fucking timing!" Marshall annoyedly groaned and jumped out of bed. He didn't bother to cover himself and just opened the door angrily. "What?"
"Ah…" Rose O'Hara yelped, the girl who had come to Dinosia with Logan. "F-First Man… A-A letter came…"
___________________
Check out Hela Facefucking & Marshall X Mystique NSFW ART, and advance chapters at [email protected]/MrPlotThickens or Subscribestar.adult/mrplotthickens
Advance chapters on [PATREON] are in long-form format. I have 4 long chapters of this story on Patreon. That's equal to 20-24 Webnovel chapters.
Old Free Art on Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP