Marvel: Upgrading Death

Chapter 123 123 - Animal Lover, Burn The Witch & The Barbecue Incident IV

"Uuuunnghhhh Ungh ung—!" Agatha came again while her body kept jolting from his merciless thrusts. A strangled wail ripped out of her as her knees collapsed completely. She flattened prone under him, ass still high, face buried.

Marshall followed her down without missing a beat, pinning her flat to the mattress and prone-boning her into the ruined bedding. One massive hand clamped around the nape of her neck like a collar, the other shoved down hard on her lower back, arching her just enough to keep her pussy up for his relentless pounding.

Plap! Slosh! Plap!

Her asscheeks slapped wetly against his groin with every merciless dive, her juices spurting out from the slim gap around his shaft.

"Ugh… There you go! The holy cleansing!" Marshall groaned as the pressure finally snapped.

He didn't slow down, he didn't freeze. He fucked her through his own burst like he was trying to hammer her in. Brutal, relentless, hips pistoning so fast the impacts echoed out of the logcabin. His cock swelled thicker inside her spasming walls, then erupted.

Thick batter blasted straight against her in punishing jets, flooding her so fast the seal broke instantly. Creamy overflow gushed out around his cock with every thrust. Sloppy, white rivers spilling down her pussy, soaking the bed, painting her thighs in filthy white streaks. He kept pounding through it all, grinding deep, forcing every last drop deeper while her pussy fluttered and milked him in helpless aftershocks.

Slosh! Splurtttt–! Slosh!

The sounds turned downright obscene. He fucked his own load back into her battered cunt like he was trying stuff her full of cream.

Then, abruptly, he was done. Marshall yanked himself out, cock still twitching and glistening. Thick globs of white drooled from her gaping, swollen pussy. He stepped off the bed without a backward glance.

"Hah! Hahaha!"

Agatha started laughing, however. She rolled onto her back, legs splaying wide in shameless display. Her pussy was a wreck; lips puffy and red, inner folds glistening, his batter leaking in rivers down her crack.

She shoved two fingers deep inside herself, scooping out a messy glob of his cum. She brought it to her mouth and sucked them clean with slow, nasty licks, tongue swirling.

"Hahahaha! This was… the plan! All I needed was your seed… Oh, you fool!"

Marshall was already summoning his clothes back onto his body with a casual flick of his will. Then he threw his head back and laughed. "Bah! You really thought I'd bless your greedy little hole with my holy juice? Bitch, I knew your game from the jump. But hey, when pussy's handed out free, who the fuck says no?"

"What?" Agatha's smirk faltered. She scooped out another thick fingerful, licked it clean, tasting deeper with whatever magical senses she possessed. Her brow furrowed.

"What? Salty and sweet, ain't it? Fuck yeah it is! In-house Dinosian Mayonnaise! Fresh-squeezed straight outta the temple's goddamn kitchen," he scoffed.

"..."

Agatha ate more and frowned. It did taste like that.

"H-How…"

Marshall shrugged, already walking away. "I've got a few tens of millions of years on you, witch. You ain't as ancient as you think. Burn in hell."

With a wave, he stepped out of his loghouse. A few paces away, he flicked his fingers once. A single, tiny ember of phoenix fire sparked to life and drifted back toward the loghouse.

It caught instantly. Flames roared up the wooden walls, swallowing the cabin whole in seconds.

"Now, time to find a mammoth."

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Marilyn Monroe's entire world had changed. She wasn't just an actor now, but also a director. She found respect from everyone. No more walking half-nude to be eye candy. It all happened after the release of the global blockbuster, 'Hand of God'. That movie alone earned five-hundred million dollars globally. No movie in history had done that well.

It made MGM so much money that they bought out so many other studios and music labels. Dinosia was a business management powerhouse. The power of nerds, she believed it was called. The top brass of MGM was all nerds who worked with mathematics to determine every decision, and left the artistic matters to the art-nerd staff.

She was overjoyed to have been given the chance to become a studio representative and slowly climb as an assistant director and then a director, all the while acting in movies from romance to action and comedy. Dinosia had the best writers in the world. They even had unreleased Shakespeare plays that the man wrote while sending applications to be accepted into Dinosia.

And she took special pride in being the First Man's lover. While it was a secret matter, everyone knew she was close to the First Man. Besides, she was a Dinosian citizen now.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Stark. You have a lovely home." Marilyn shook hands with the well-known genius industrialist and inventor, Howard Stark. The man had just gotten married and organised a housewarming party for his new LA mansion.

"Come on, Ms. Monroe. We're both Dinosians. Strangers? Please. Between you and me, I'll take Dinosia any day. Fresh breeze, no one trying to sell me bad gin, and everybody's got a brain that actually works. Beats the alternative."

She chuckled and nodded in agreement. "I understand you, Mr. Stark. I feel at home at Dinosia's acting academy. First Man was quite the visionary to create that land."

"Ehm…"

She turned to look, as did Howard. She didn't lose her composure seeing this man, as she'd been so intimate with the First Man. There was nobody above a god. And this was just the President of the United States.

"Mr. President." She greeted, shaking hands, recoiling when he kissed it. "Where is Mrs. Kennedy?"

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President Chester Phillips' two terms had come to an end. But he had planned well and given his all to raise his new protege, John F. Kennedy, to the office. He did that to ensure SSR would develop as intended and fight against the external interest groups that wanted to take over America's political system.

It was a silent war of money and influence. A few powerful ancient families that believed they should rule it all. Chester had fought them with everything, and now it was Kennedy's turn.

However, Kennedy was young and impulsive. Going to parties, breaking security protocol, and trying his luck with famous women was anything but common.

The audacity, however, shocked even Chester when Kennedy personally wrote to invite the First Man to his Texas tour. He heard about it only afterwards, and he was inclined to reprimand his protegee, but then the First Man accepted, as long as his demand for unlimited barbecue was met.

Chester really didn't understand gods sometimes. They were at times so unpredictable and godly, and at times so human. He allowed it, but kept the word on the First Man secret, or else Texas would have seen a wave of mass migration from across America to see their beloved god.

However, to increase the tour's impact, Chester arranged for a live telecast. Everything from the President's motorcade to the final speech would be shown, in which the First Man would also be visible. It would near-guarantee Kennedy's re-election later.

So finally, when the day arrived, Chester also arrived in Dallas. He remained in the hotel, distant from the planned route. He was now the head of SSR, not the president. Beside him stood Captain Rogers and Agent Carter, both super soldiers in uniform.

In front of them was a large television that showed everything live. The public gathering exceeded all plans, since the word of the First Man being there leaked. Chester believed it was Kennedy's doing.

More security had to be called to keep the crowd under control. And then… At last, it appeared.

"He really brought Marty along," Captain Rogers muttered, watching a large T-Rex walk at the front of the motorcade, "He's got a dog on his head."

Finally, the roofless car appeared on the television. First Man was visible, a big plate in hand, full of barbecue meat. Kennedy was waving his hand at the crowds.

"What was that?!" Peggy blurted, a deep frown on her face. "Something flashed against the First Man's head. Like a spark! There, again! It's a bullet ricocheting!"

"..."

All three of them leaned towards the TV screen and stared. And sure enough, another shot came and… this one struck the plate in First Man's hands, toppling the entire thing and ruining all of the decorated meat. But not just that, the bullet tore through the plate and struck Kennedy's leg.

"Fuck!" Chester cursed, not because Kennedy was shot. No, he saw the First Man turning furious. Of all things the shooter could shoot at, the bastard chose the forbidden plate. "Cut the live broadcast. It'll be bloody… whichever poor soul it is."

"..."

Captain Rogers was speechless.

"Director… Shouldn't we rush the President to the hospital?" Agent Carter asked.

"He'll be alright. Deserves it for not listening to me. We'll go to the scene now. Let's hope there's something left to interrogate by the time First Man is finished."

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