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Marvel: Upgrading Death 24 - Dino Corp & Eating A Green Apple
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Marshall and Marty watched the green woman fully put on her spacesuit and return to the compromised cockpit of the ship. She tried to tap on some buttons, but nothing happened. So, she started to bang on the control panel in frustration.
"Gruff."
"Yup, she ain't right in the head, for sure," Marshall muttered. "Maybe it's just her species. They're all probably retarded."
"Krrrow?"
"The fuck you mean 'like me'? I ain't retarded. Probably was before, but I'm all good now, mostly. Can't remember shit though." Marshall barked and decided to move. "Let's go greet her. I got no idea where I am, and this story ain't over before I kill every Celestial out there."
So, like any “sane” man, Marshall punched at the spaceship's viewport. He made a big enough hole and flew inside, making the green woman even more alarmed than she already was.
"Howdy, green alien beauty," Marshall waved. "I'm Marshall, this lad's Marty. We're hunting Celestials. You know any?"
Marty waved his tiny T-Rex arm from Marshall's shoulder.
"..."
Simple to say, the green woman froze in place, her hand slowly inching towards the gun on her hips. Then, with breakneck speed, she unholstered it and shot two energy blasts right at Marshall's face.
"That wasn't nice," Marshall grumbled annoyedly. The energy bolts had just ricocheted from him and damaged more of the ship's instruments. "Gimme that."
With a flick of his hand, Marshall snatched the gun with telekinesis. He carefully studied it, having never seen an alien gun before. It looked pretty ordinary, but there were some shining lights on it.
"Bad manners. I gave you my name. What's yours?" He asked, being more “polite” than he usually was. Old Marshall would have already splattered her head on the cockpit's wall the second she shot that blaster.
"I'm Gamora… What are you?"
"Human, and this one's a dinosaur. Cute, ain't he?"
Of course, Gamora wasn't speaking English. It was Marshall's Allspeak from Odin that helped him. And the magic of Allspeak was that it conveyed the words just as intended, something that actual translation may not.
"No, you're not. Humans don't fly in space without a suit," said Gamora, having taken out a knife instead, looking feral with those sharp eyes surrounded by yellow patches.
Marshall nodded, humming approval. "Ding ding ding, you are dead right, and for that answer, you win. Shit, I got no space money… Anyway, yeah, I'm not human, probably. But I'm from Earth, where humans live. I'm a full-on god there, a hundred million years rotting in this skull. Bleh, who gives a shit about that boring crap? Got any chow, sweetheart? My tongue's begging for flavor, even though I don't gotta eat."
"..."
Marshall spoke so fast and so much that Gamora needed a few moments to digest it.
"You're a hundred million years old?"
Marshall shrugged. "I know, too handsome for someone that old, yeah?"
After that, Marshall didn't wait. He walked past Gamora, and she didn't swing her dagger either. He vanished behind her through the door, entering the cargo space to find something to eat.
Gamora remained alone in the cockpit, unsure and confused about what to even do.
####
Gamora was busy running some errands for her 'father'. It was nothing special, just the usual intel gathering.
She'd escaped from Xander in urgency, having been almost caught while trying to access Nova Corps' classified data.
Who'd have thought she'd bump into the most absurd situation imaginable? A man and a lizard pet, just flying in deep space without protection. Even the ship's main guns didn't harm him, so there was likely something special about him.
But more than that, he was just so strange.
She'd watched the man and his lizard go through her entire cargo, tear open packs of rations that would have lasted her months. The two creatures ate it all in one go while ranking each pack for its taste.
After that, she watched the man take a bath in her room and walk around entirely naked with no shame at all. Then she watched them brush their teeth. The man even forced the lizard to brush, holding it under one arm and shoving the brush in its mouth with the other.
"..."
What… is he?
So laidback, so calm, so shameless. She'd met her fair share of weirdos, but this was by far the weirdest one. The man wasn't scared of her at all. Without even asking her, he went to her quarters, the only usable one on the small ship, and went to sleep on her bed.
Is he not worried I'd kill him in his sleep?
But again, if her guns couldn't wound it, what could? Moreover, her ship's control panel was fried, so she had much to work on.
With a sigh, she left the man and the lizard alone and focused on getting the ship running. At least the man didn't show any hostility.
Eventually, after hours of work, she finally got the ship running again. She also patched the broken viewport so she could once again sit without the spacesuit. By then, she was tired.
Clink!
But then she heard footsteps, and the man appeared again, plopping down in the copilot seat.
"So, where to, Gamora? I'm looking for Celestials. Know anything about them?"
She didn't even bother to react, too tired. "Celestials? Do you even know what you're talking about?"
"Damn right I do. I'll butcher them all. Those fucking shit piles think they can toy with me. If you know nothing, dump me on the nearest civilised planet. I'll move from there. I'm broke, so I can't give you money for the ride, but I'll owe you a favor. Ask anything."
Gamora rolled her eyes, scoffing. "...Kill my father then."
"Sure, what's his name?"
"..."
She sighed, chuckling at his level of insanity. The man didn't even know where he was. How could he stand against Thanos?
"Forget it. We're going to Contraxia."
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Marshall could have travelled using the powers of the Tesseract. But even with the memories he received from Galactus, he couldn't do it. Planets were ever moving, always changing places, drifting in space. Unless he knew the exact time coordinates or galaxy rotation speed in real time, or he'd been there before, reaching it with teleportation was hard.
Besides, traveling on a ship was a new experience for him. Something that he actually enjoyed. Also, he learned how to fly it by watching Gamora. He was surprised by his own fucked up brain's new capabilities. He processed information faster, he understood things better, and he already knew most of the tech on the ship.
Galactus was no ordinary man, clearly. Why that man chose to give everything to him, he still didn't know.
"We've arrived."
Marshall glued himself to the viewport with Marty, watching the large icy planet become bigger. From what Gamora said, the planet wasn't always like that. Its sun was dying, hence the icy climate now. Eventually, it would become uninhabitable.
Moments later, they landed on an icy landing pad, the dusty snow whirling all around the ship due to its thrusters. He watched Gamora finish the landing sequence and get up.
He followed right behind her, and once the hatch was open, he jumped out. Everyone, even Gamora, had dressed in extra layers to fight the cold. But Marshall was still in his caveman, Viking-like attire. They were constructs that he made with his abilities, so they always appeared the same.
"I smell…" Marshall snuffed, as did Marty on his shoulder. "Pussies! A shit ton of pussies!"
"Wrag-f!"
"Huh? Cocks too? Why the fuck are you smelling for those, Marty? You into that shit?"
"..."
Marty rolled his eyes and slapped his tail on Marshall's face.
Just a step behind them, Gamora stood there speechless, listening to them bickering about genitals. They eventually started counting how many there were by just the scent of it.
“It’s a pleasure planet,” Gamora said. “Brothels and casinos are everywhere. Mercenaries and Ravagers come here to unwind.”
"Yup, a pussy will do that. Unwind, erase stress, loosen up, and all that good stuff," Marshall muttered and eyed all the people around. All sorts of aliens, some with human-like faces and others not so human. Some looked like insects. But then he noticed feminine robots.
"The fuck? Robot pussy?"
"They are called love bots."
"Huh? So no real women?" he asked.
“There are, but they cost more. That said, I won’t miss this conversation. This is where we part.”
Marshall waved back at her and kept walking, not bothered at all. Sure, she was gorgeous, but he had the entire universe to look around in. There were bound to be more pretty green ladies. And he was on a pleasure planet; he reckoned he'd find one or two right there.
Not that he was looking for them.
He noticed a lot of people there with a yellow leaf-like badge on their chests or arms. It seemed like some sort of a faction, or a group. But he didn't bother and walked past everyone, acting like a random, overly excited tourist, which he was.
"Picture this shit, Marty! We're way the fuck out here, light-years from Earth. The whole goddamn universe is sprawling wide open, and those Earth assholes are still fucking each other over land expansions!"
Marty, who had witnessed the entire rise of humanity with Marshall, nodded his head. "Huff grwah…"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, they're still the same apes as they were years ago. Just less hair, the rest is the same."
Chatting with Marty, he eventually walked into what seemed like a strip club. What attracted him was a glimpse of actual women in the flesh, standing at the door in skimpy clothes. Besides, the club seemed brighter and well-maintained than the others.
"Now this is true culture!" He declared as soon as he was inside.
On multiple stages, there were dancing women of various sizes and species. Red, white, blue, green, black, just name it. Some were non-human, but humanoid. Others were weird, the lower body of a snake and the upper body of a human.
The best part was how all of them had tits hanging nude. And fuck, they were fantastic tits, all shapes and types. He walked around the dancing stages, eyeing the women. There were also a few men dancing, sadly, and they had their cock out because surely nobody would give a fuck about seeing their chests.
He ignored them and only watched the women. He was still a man, so of course, he grew hard. But he wasn't irrational like before, where he'd have asked one of those women to come to the backrooms.
His goal was still to seek someone who could point him in the right direction, towards a Celestial.
"These are all gutter-trash scum-sucking degenerates, Marty. Don't think we'll find any intel on Celestials here," he muttered, finding nothing but a bunch of horny guys all around. "Best grab a ship and haul ass to a planet that doesn't smell like ball sweat."
To that, Marty wholeheartedly nodded.
"Ugh…"
As he passed a very human-like beauty dancing, he noticed an alien guy just standing near the stage and stroking himself out in the open, mouth open, eyes blown from whatever powder he'd smoked.
"Look at that. Never be like that, Marty. Even I ain't that fucked up."
"Huff."
"Nope, I know what I was. And I wasn't that. I got class, buddy. And a much bigger cock."
Right as he said that, the guy jerking off seemed to hear him. Skin red, a little scaly, the alien man turned and walked towards Marshall. The fucker didn't even bother to shove his cock back in his pants.
"You! What did you say to me?"
Marshall looked at the bastard, taller than him. "I didn't say shit to you. Just an observation, buddy. Now go back to your corner."
The alien tried to grab him by the collar of his fur-vest.
Marshall reacted by waving a slap towards the alien's face.
Boom!
He failed to remember that he wasn't the same old Marshall anymore. His strength had considerably increased. His body was as strong as that Aspirant, and that meant his strength was the same.
His slap smashed through the speed of sound with a boom. He didn't even make contact with the alien's face. Just the air from his palm was enough to obliterate the poor degenerate's entire skull.
The body remained standing. The skull just vanished, turned into a fine, bloody paste that splattered across the side over the dancing woman, the customers, much of the walls, and furniture.
"Did you see that, Marty? I didn't even try."
Violence was so normal to Marshall that what he did didn't even register in his head. A guy annoyed him; he killed that guy, and that was it. That was how he'd lived for so long. Habits aren't always directly linked to sanity, and it was something that wouldn’t just vanish even with a 'fixed' brain.
Understandably, a riot broke out.
The dancing women screamed and ran for their lives. The patrons ran towards the exit. And not long after, armed men with guns of various sizes entered, all aimed at him. They, as well, had a yellow leaf patch on them.
But then he looked at the dead body of the headless man, still standing there somehow. He noticed a yellow patch on the arm of it.
"Ah, so they're all buddies."
Marshall hoped to talk to them.
"Shoot him!"
But someone shouted an order, and instantly the entire floor of the club descended into a constant flicker of blaster shots. All bolts struck Marshall, countless of them. But he stood still since they didn't even tickle him.
He reckoned they wouldn't have endless bullets, even if they were plasma weapons. And he was right. They slowly started to stop, the barrels of their guns turning hot and smoking, overheating. Some were insane and kept shooting until the guns exploded right in their hands, obliterating their fingers.
"Not a very bright bunch, are you?" Marshall muttered at the sight.
Then, he raised both his hands, two fingers pointing at the crowds as if he were holding guns.
"Last warning. Surrender to me. I didn't plan on starting my space adventure with bloodshed."
The fuckers laughed.
With a sigh, Marshall started blasting. Bolts of pure energy shot through his fingers. And unlike their guns, he could control the rate of fire and could keep it up forever. Moreover, his shots were made of primordial energies, far superior to anything else.
Flesh and steel, his shots melted through everything. In fact, it was just a beam of energy that he shot in bursts to make them seem like energy bolts. It was just more fun this way.
"Pew! Pew! Pew!" Marshall shouted, just enjoying himself.
He killed the first few rows of the crowds that had gathered. Dozens died instantly.
"We surrender!"
Just as his shots started to reach the back, they all threw away their guns and raised their arms.
"Don't shoot!"
"We give up!"
Marshall still shot a few more before stopping. Then finally, he admired the work of art he'd made. Almost two dozen dead bodies littered everywhere with clean holes in their bodies.
"What do you think about my aim, Marty? Ain't I like that Boob Fat of Star Whores? … Huh? Who's that again?"
Sadly, his memories of ancient times were still too jumbled and messy.
"Wrah."
"So-so? Man, you don't know shit about guns." Marshall grumbled and finally looked at the surrendered figures. He walked towards them and randomly pointed at a guy, a boy probably in his early twenties. Tall and strong, but scared at the moment. "You, come here."
Not that scared, it seemed. The boy stood up and marched like a good soldier. He was as tall as Marshall.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Stakar Ogord."
"Not your name, boy." Marshall tapped on Stakar's chest at the leaf symbol. "What is this? What does it mean?"
Stakar frowned, as if hearing heresy. "It's the Ravagers symbol."
"Ravagers? What's that?"
"We're a big crime syndicate," Stakar said, pride in his voice. "We're divided into almost a hundred factions called clans. And… you just killed the leader of my clan."
Marshall hummed, rubbing his beard, thinking. "How many clans are on the planet right now?"
"A few, ten, maybe twenty. I can't tell."
Marshall nodded strongly to that. He understood that finding the Celestials wasn't going to be easy. They already knew that he was hunting them, and this time, they knew he could kill them. They had every reason to hide and bide their time.
So, he needed a lot of eyes and years.
"Then congratulations, you just got promoted to clan leader." Marshall patted Stakar's shoulder. "Now take me to other clans. I'm taking over. From now on, all Ravager clans are mine."
"..."
Stakar stood there, frozen, as if he'd heard the most absurd thing.
Marshall didn't like that and pointed his finger at the kneeling crowd again. Although he aimed randomly, Stakar reacted by jumping in front of his aim. So, Marshall eyed who he'd aimed at, and sure enough, it was a woman with dark, messy hair.
"Oh? You sweet on her? Alright, I won't kill her; every cock deserves a tight, greedy pussy, like a perfect key to a special lock… Fuck me, who is she? Looks like my sweetheart Hela. Pure goth vibes. Thoughts, Marty?"
Marty, rubbing his T-Rex hands, nodded in approval. Yes, the goth resemblance was there.
Stakar was at a loss for words. The sighs were there. The man before him was insane. But that only made things more dangerous. More dangerous than a lunatic was a powerful lunatic.
"I'll take you to the other clans. I'll do that."
"Good boy." Marshall ruffled Stakar's hair. "Let's go then. We got lots of clans to conquer. How do we contact those not on the planet? Ah, you know what, don't answer. Daddy's just gonna mind-fuck the info out of every leader's gray matter personally, it's more fun that way."
"..."
####
Gamora couldn't believe her eyes and ears.
What the fuck is he?
Yes, she had genuinely thought that Marshall was just another lunatic with some species-specific powers. There were plenty of those in the universe. But this was different. This went beyond just species, because if there was such a species out there, the entire universe would be under their thumb.
In a single day, she watched Marshall subdue every single Ravager clan on Contraxia, all the while the little lizard sat on his shoulder. Every Ravager leader cried by the end, kneeling for mercy. Some surrendered and submitted without a fight.
But that wasn't it. The lunatic used the subdued leaders, made them contact all the clans they knew, and called them to Contraxia for an emergency meeting. On the second day, and the days following, it was pure chaos.
Every clan that appeared fell to the lunatic. Sure, some clans instantly smelled that something was fishy and tried orbital bombardment. But the lunatic ate up all those high-energy beams, absorbing them, and shot them back into space to obliterate entire ships.
She had never seen anything like that.
Be it on land or space, the lunatic conquered without moving much. Sometimes the enemies fell to what she believed was a mental attack as they all clutched their heads.
From ten it became twenty, and then fifty, and then eighty.
Each new clan conquered brought ways to lure more clans.
By the end of a week, every single Ravager clan had been conquered. The space above Contraxia was littered with debris and countless Ravager ships that now had a new single leader.
Tens of thousands of men and hundreds of ships; all fell to a single man in a single week.
H-He wasn't… lying. He can really kill… Thanos.
And just like that, she made up her mind. She wanted him, no matter what. And since she'd seen him drool all over her before, and heard him talk about 'those' things. She knew just what might move him.
Seduction… Ugh, never thought I'd try that again.
####
Contraxia, Iron Lotus,
Of course, Contraxia became Marshall's new base. And Iron Lotus brothel, the largest on the planet, became his actual headquarters. It had just the vibe he wanted, and he provided the brothel with absolute protection from everyone.
He didn't ask for any cut or profits either. He just wanted to use the place.
And at the moment, he was dancing with a bunch of love bots. He particularly remembered the moves of someone, a vague image in his head, something called Bully Maguire Dance? He wasn’t sure, but he knew the moves.
They felt a bit weird, though.
All around him was a sea of Ravagers, drinking, chatting, playing. They had all adjusted their logo patches. The yellow leaf was still there, but it now had a black silhouette of a roaring T-rex in the middle.
And of course, they weren't called Ravagers anymore. They were now Dino Corp, the greatest mercenary corp in the universe. No, they weren't that great, but Marshall was the real powerhouse, so it made sense.
"Dance, boy, dance with me!" Marshall boomed, swirling around with Marty right around his feet. The growth was really fast as Marty had already reached his knees. While Marshall still let him sit on his shoulder, he was quickly becoming too big for that.
Marty, as well, was dancing, shaking left and right, slamming his tail all around, cracking the ankles of whoever walked by too closely.
Of course, there were plenty of dissatisfied voices amongst the now Dino Corp. But all they could do was swallow their pride and drown their sorrow with drinks. A group had already attempted an uprising, and they were all turned into meatpaste before they could even say 'we demand…'
Well, that was all they got to say. What they demanded remained a secret that died with them.
Similarly, there were a few who liked this new management. Mainly Stakar, a youngling who was, for some reason, made second in command of the entire corp, below only to Marshall, who went by the name 'Boss'. The title of 'Big Boss', however, was given to Marty because he was also the mascot of the corp.
After crushing the dance floor with his footmarks that cracked the tiles, Marshall finally stopped and returned to a nice single-seater seat from where he watched Marty continue, jumping and enjoying.
This was it. This was life, happiness, the joy he cherished. Marty was everything to him. A piece of himself that, without him, he was completely lost.
Celestials, Aspirants, Firmament, or their fucking daddy. I'll kill them all.
He still hadn't forgiven anyone.
"Ehm…"
Ever since he'd been able to think again without his brain constantly in a state of infighting, he gets lost in thoughts easily. He jolted awake at that disturbance and looked.
"Ah, the green beauty Gamora."
Right there stood Gamora, leaning on one side sassily, one arm folded under her chest, the other extending towards him, offering him a can of some drink.
"Thanks." Marshall didn't even ask what it was and just drank. "Pretty decent stuff."
But realising she was still standing there, he looked back at her face.
"I know, I know, I'm sex on legs, dangerously hot. Bet your snatch is dripping like a broken faucet. Classic. Back in Dinosia, ten horny ladies drooled buckets on me at once. Naturally, I took all ten, and fuck me... the screaming, the clawing, the absolute carnage, balls-deep rampage. By morning, they were begging me to let them pass out."
"..."
"Anyway, what can I do you for?"
"..."
Marshall wasn't good at reading people. He could fuck the brain, of course, and read that. But he didn't do that with everyone. He didn't see Gamora's baffled state thanks to his uncontrolled mouth.
"I want to join you."
"Sure you do. So do a dozen chicks around here," Marshall said, waving his hand around the large hall.
No, there were no dozen chicks looking towards him. Sure, he was strong and good-looking, but nobody knew him as they did on Earth.
"No, I mean, I want to join this Dino Corp."
"That? Sure, what can you do?"
"Assassinations."
"Oh, I like that. Dangerous stuff. You must bend like a goddamn pretzel, and I fucking adore women who can twist into knots. Alright, with Stakar already playing loyal as my second, I can squeeze in another. Ain't that the saying, right hand, left hand? You'll be my left hand, cause the right one's busy... wait, scratch that! I don't swing that way." Marshall glared at Stakar across the hall. "Fuck no. You're the right hand, he's the left."
"..."
Gamora nodded. "And what do we do? As Dino Corp?"
"Hmm… No more stealing, trafficking, pillaging, piracy. From now on, we hunt pirates. We save plants doomed by some psycho warlord, natural calamity, dying sun, or asteroid collision. You get the game, right? And hell no, we ain't doing this charity for free. Go find places like those. We head out after."
"All of us?"
"Fuck yeah, we're Dino Corp now! Oh, I need a goddamn flagship the size of a floating castle so Marty can stomp around without bitching about cramped quarters. That scaly boy's gonna be a walking apocalypse soon. Find me the fattest, meanest pirate group with a ship that massive. We're jacking that floating bitch, no questions asked."
Surprisingly, Gamora nodded to that.
"I'll contact some people and look for a target."
"Do that." Marshall agreed and watched her walk away. Really, it was hard not to stare at her ass as she moved. But she was his employee, and workplace romance was harassment.
But I'm the boss. I can do whatever, no? Do we have HR? Wait, what's HR?
####
Oh, Gamora knew where her new 'Boss' could find what he was looking for. A warlord that threatened worlds, one who had a mothership large enough to house all of the Ravagers and more, and of course, the 'Big Boss' lizard.
But she didn't feel this was the right moment.
Already, she knew the man was charmed by her, at least physically. She planned to use that, get closer to him, enough that he wouldn't back out, just in case defeating her 'father' proved too challenging. She at least wanted to inflict heavy damage to Thanos. Maybe that would earn her the freedom she sought.
First, she wanted to prove herself to Marshall. And using her contacts, it wasn't hard to find the targets that would satisfy the newfound Dino Corp.
It didn't take long. The first target was a planet whose third moon was slowly falling into the planet. While the planetary species had discovered space travel and were a part of the wider galactic community, they didn't have the resources to move such a massive object. Nor did they have the money to do something about it.
Still, the planet had put out the word. And that was where the Dino Corp came in. She initially thought Marshall would reject, but instead, he agreed right away. Before she knew it, she was on board a ship with her boss.
It was the ship owned originally by Stakar's clan leader. But now it was the flagship of Dino Corp's boss.
The whole way, she made sure to be close to Marshall, displaying herself, intentionally wearing tight leather pants, and revealing tops. She also tried to read him, learn more about him. That was something she did often as an assassin.
Crude, impulsive, confident, unpredictable, and randy.
There was also a ‘drunk in power.’ But she didn't add that to the list because she didn't know if he was drunk on power, or if he really was just so powerful that she perceived him that way. Nonetheless, she knew she'd have her answer soon.
By seeing how he'd deal with a moon falling into a planet. It was no small meteor, but an actual moon with a radius of over a thousand kilometers. It wasn't something even her 'father' would take lightly. But she knew if Thanos wanted, he could move it with the ship, or by other technological means.
But Marshall. She hadn't seen him request any machinery. And Ravager ships, no matter how many, weren't going to help.
How will he move it?
She kept her curiosity silent, watching Marshall play with the lizard, pat it, let it sit on his lap, and sleep.
Deeply emotional about the Big Boss.
She added to her observations. While Marshall appeared somewhat insane, there was also a lot of compassion hidden under layers of crude speech.
What even is he?
####
How! What? W-What did he do?
Gamora was speechless. They had arrived at the planet and met with its leadership. The planet was willing to offer all its minerals and valuables for help. But her Boss chose to only take ten percent of it, as taking everything would ruin the planet itself.
Weakness. That was how she saw it. And her observation would have remained that way if she hadn't seen what he did next.
After making sure that the moon wasn't a significant celestial body, and its absence wouldn't affect the planet much, she watched her Boss fly to the moon. She initially thought he'd break it somehow.
But then…
"WHAT?!"
The moon vanished from their sight. She was on the planet, and the moon had drifted so close they could see it entirely, its surface and the valleys. So, they saw clearly what had happened. The moment her boss touched it, they both disappeared.
Moments later, her Boss returned and flew back down to the planet, clapping his hands to remove the dust.
"It won't trouble you fine folks any longer. Out of sight, out of mind."
"W-Where… did it go?"
She wanted to ask that as well, but the leader of the planetary alliance asked first.
"Teleported it to a random ass void. Don't trouble yourself with it. It ain't ever coming back."
"..."
Gamora's jaw fell for a moment. She'd seen sorcerers and their portals, but this was entirely different. How could someone move something that enormous?
She stayed silent after that and watched the planet hand over ten percent of the decided resources. The Dino Corp became busy, loading everything on their massive fleet of ships.
She knew it already; this was it. This was the only man who could obliterate Thanos and not even think about it.
And no, his taking just ten percent of the planet's resources wasn't a weakness. That was his charity and kindness. An aspect earned from his power. It was a sign of restraint, because he could destroy the planet if he wanted. This was the proof that, behind his lunatic-like speech and actions, there was some wisdom.
That was enough for Gamora to take the next step in her plan.
She waited until the Dino Corp finished loading up and started making the return journey to Contraxia.
Finding herself a chance, she carefully reached her Boss's personal quarters, the largest one on the ship. She knocked a few times and entered through the sliding door.
"Ah, always a joy seeing you, Gamora."
She eyed him and the room. It looked ordinary. The man was seated on the bed's edge, boots off. The lizard was sleeping right behind him on the bed, snoring a little. It seemed he was going to rest as well.
Gamora's jaw tightened; what she had planned felt humiliating to herself. Yet at the same time, knowing how powerful he was, it eased that humiliation. After all, she was probably not the first to do this to him.
Still, she'd never done this before. Her seductions in the past were to lure enemies until she killed them. But this time, she wanted to seduce him into trusting her, and maybe… do something for her.
"I thought…" She swallowed her words and strolled closer to him, making sure to sway her hips in that walk. "The reward we received wasn't enough… for you. So maybe…"
Gamora dropped to her knees right in front of him, sliding between his spread legs. Her soft green hands landed on his knees, fingers clawing gently at the fabric, digging in just enough for mutual understanding; to make him feel the shift from assassin to something needier.
And he surely did, his eyes lighting up with that gleam, body shifting forward ever so slightly as if he'd been waiting for her.
Her eyes locked with his, unyielding even as her throat tightened. She gulped hard, holding that intense stare while her hands moved to the ties of his strange, primitive pants; simple cloth that felt insultingly basic for a man like him.
Her fingers slowly worked it loose, teasing the reveal.
"A reward?" His brows quirked with amusement and hunger, that crooked grin spreading as he leaned back just a fraction, giving her all the room she wanted.
She was ashamed of this, heat flooding her cheeks as vulnerability clawed at her pride. But she bravely dipped her hand under his waistband, fingers brushing hot skin before wrapping around his manhood and fetching it out into the open air.
She couldn't even remember the last time she'd seen one, let alone hold one.
Her eyes widened at the sight. It was thick, throbbing life, and big… Bigger than anything she'd imagined in her past encounters.
He was already aroused by her offer, shaft throbbing harder in her palm, skin flushed and threateningly bulging, veins pulsing under the surface. The tip gleamed purple and slick in the dim light, a bead of precum crowning it like a challenge… She gulped again, throat dry.
She'd never done this before. Slept with men, of course, quick and dominant releases on her terms. But taking one in her mouth? This humiliating ritual felt alien, degrading, a submission she'd never tried.
She pushed the foreskin all the way and… followed her instincts.
She leaned in her face close, so near the tip that his heat washed over her lips, his musky male scent flooding her senses, so intoxicating that it made her core clench unexpectedly. Then, she slithered her tongue out, flat and wide, licking the rim of his cock in a slow circle before dragging it all over like a popsicle she was afraid to bite.
She pivoted the shaft in her grip, turning it this way and that, lapping at the sides and underside as if scared to take him fully into her mouth.
"New at this, ain't you?"
She froze at his remark, tongue mid-lick, and looked up. Seeing him smiling warmly like that, no judgment, just eager patience, she sighed.
What am I even doing? She thought.
"You know what. This can wait, I gotta taste you first."
"What—?!" She barely got the word out before he moved, lightning-fast and effortless, lifting her up like she weighed nothing and throwing her onto the bed with a bounce that jolted through her body.
She watched as he dug his fingers into the waistband of her leather pants and yanked them down with brutal ease. Peeling them off her legs in one fluid pull. Her boots tumbled away naturally, then the pants entirely, leaving her exposed from the waist down, green skin prickling in the cool air.
"Fucking beautiful!" His gaze devoured her bare core, lips parting in a grin.
She looked away, cheeks burning, knowing he was staring right at her pussy. Her slick folds already glistening, swollen with need. She'd never been underneath a man like this, always on top, in control, but now his hands gripped her knees, keeping them parted wide as his palms slid inward, inch by torturous inch, feeling the smooth, toned flesh of her thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close.
"Soft… Dammit, Gamora. I'm gonna eat the fuck out of you and go for seconds."
"..."
What did that mean?
"Aaaaah–!"
The cry ripped from her throat before she could ask, shock and pleasure exploding as he dipped down and buried his face between her legs without warning.
It feels… uh… amazing!
Electric jolts shot through her veins, every flick and suck igniting nerves she didn't know existed, her body arching off the bed as waves of raw, overwhelming pleasure crashed over her.
Never in her life had she experienced this. Someone else's mouth on her slit, claiming her so intimately, reduced to a trembling, gasping mess
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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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A/N: We'll return to Earth pretty soon. It's not like Marshall has to stay in space to do space things. He can still head home and do both Earth and Space things.
Comments
Razvan Peles
Tftc
Bradley Palmer
hey this is just a small thing but i'm pretty sure space stone magic just kind of works. you could explain it by him being bored and liking experiencing anything
André Lange
Love this story so much!
Lord Mehmeh
Keep this series alive till secret wars- I mean I can’t imagine it ever finishing without like the mcu recasting every character after doom is killed
Ofunu
Just fuck both of them. Shala is probably very wound up after serving Galactus for so long. She needs it badly for sure.
