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Marvel: Upgrading Death 4 - Godly IRS, Cleopatra For The Streets & THE Baby
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 20:48:50 +0000 UTC2800 BCE, Uruk, the capital of Sumerians in southern Mesopotamia.
Etana of Kish was lost. He was loved by the people. He was the king of Sumerians. He believed he wouldn't have to battle anymore and could focus on consolidating his rule and bringing his people closer together.
He pushed for construction and for wider agriculture. He saw bright days ahead. But that all ended when the preposterous man, akin to a barbarian, walked into his modest royal hall with the giant beast behind him.
"Pay me ten percent of your yearly revenue or I'll destroy your little village."
At first, Etana laughed. Then, he ordered the soldiers to kill the fool. Then, he was horrified when his men were ripped apart midair, without even being touched.
"It's twenty percent now. Every year, gold, silver, whatever shiny crap you haul in—I want my cut. This land you’re standing on? Mine. All of it. I’m the First Man. Been here since before your ancestors even dreamed of walking upright. I own it all.”
Etana tried to request time. Anything he could use to stop the godly man. But no matter what he did, it seemed as if the other side lacked any desire to even discuss. As if he was beneath the other being. As if his words were nonsensical.
"Graaaaaawr!"
Then the beast roared, and that was it. Etana of Kish agreed to pay. The boisterous man called it rent, protection money, and holy offering combined.
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2780 BCE, Memphis, Egypt.
It was the rule of the second dynasty. Food was abundant, the land was fertile, and the river was the lifeline. Pharaoh Nynetjer was a proud man, inbred sure, but still proud. Wearing all that gold, the crown, the high throne. He felt like a god, and he believed he was a god. The mightiest man in the world.
That was until the real god walked into his majestic halls with a giant beast behind. White-skinned, dressed like a barbarian, hair the color of gold, his eyes blue as the sea.
Of course, how dare a barbaric man invade his royal hall. He was a god. So, Pharaoh Nynetjer raged and ordered his soldiers to attack. Moments later, he realized who was the real god in that hall.
“Look, you clowns never change. Learned to farm, sure—but brains? Still ape-level dumb. Here’s the deal: I want twenty percent of your yearly take, or I’m leveling your whole damn town. Simple.”
Marshall didn't need any wealth. Heck, he didn't even care about them. He just did it so he could, like a toll for all the guiding and saving he did when humans were struggling to survive. It was his way of declaring his presence to all early kingdoms.
And it worked just fine. Fearing the First Man's wrath, Egypt agreed to pay their holy offerings every year.
Later, Marshall did the same with the Norte Chico Civilization in South America. But he also gave them something in return. As they lacked pottery and writing, he gave it to them. Dealing with them was far better than the last two as they literally prayed to him.
After that, the Akkadian Empire was the first empire in history. Surprisingly, Marshall was treated like a real god by them the moment he arrived in the Emperor's hall. As Akkadians were not that far from Sumerians, they were aware of the First Man, the God that walks and guides the world.
Akkadians willingly submitted and made Dinoism their Empire's main faith. The royal family took the faith and instantly started paying yearly offerings to their God. All they asked in return was some knowledge about irrigation, growing food, and other simple issues related to maintaining an Empire's population.
But what Marshall didn't know was that the Akkadian Empire later conquered Sumerians, and spread his name and his godhood across the Middle East, all the way to Egypt, which already revered him.
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1500 BCE, Shang Dynasty, China.
Emperor Zu Xin ruled a vast territory with over thirteen million people under him. He ruled with supreme power. He was proud, he was fat, and he held a high appetite for women and wine. But it was common, so nobody batted an eye.
But then came the white monkey, as named by the Emperor. To the Emperor's surprise, the white monkey berated him in full court. All his ministers and servants were there. Yet, the white monkey called him fat, pig, dumb, ape, words that he didn't understand.
"China’s always been a trip. One Emperor farts, next thing you know—civil war, a hundred trillion dead. You folks got the numbers, no doubt; but brains? Not so much, not yet at least. Makes me wonder though—what if you’d stumbled on America first? A Chinese America... now that would’ve been a hell of a story…"
Allspeak was such a magical thing that everyone in the Emperor's hall understood him.
"I like your food though. I'll never forget that nice weed I got from here. Me and Marty didn't leave the cave for years and smoked it all. Man… good times." Marshall rambled nonstop, arms crossed, standing proud. "Anyway, here's the deal…"
Marshall always knew that dealing with the Shang Dynasty wouldn't be easy. They were proud, and they had the numbers. With a large population, the Emperor's army numbered hundreds of thousands. And sure enough, fifty thousand imperial soldiers were unleashed upon him.
"Tsk… let me light up your day."
WOOOSH!
Marshall spread his arms around and sent out massive tornadoes of cosmic flames. Wherever they touched, scorched to ash. The soldiers, the stone floor, the wooden structures. The fire didn't spread, it was so hot that before it could spread, the wood had already turned into ash.
In a matter of seconds, Marshall torched fifty thousand men.
Thud!
Thud!
"F-First Man!"
"Ha?" Marshall looked back at the Emperor in shock. "You know me?"
Thud!
All the ministers and servants knelt down then.
"We have the records. Our ancestors have followed your guidance for eons. We seek forgiveness, O' great First Man, we were blind to your truth—Forgive this land…"
Marshall scratched his head. "So I killed them all for nothing? Hmm… Well, you guys are pretty efficient in reproduction. It's alright, I guess. Here's the deal, every year, you shall submit your holy offering…"
It was the same deal as the rest. But this time, what Wylis didn't know was that the Shang Dynasty was the first Dynasty to keep written records. By visiting them, he had immortalized his existence in history books. Sadly, along with First Man, they also named him blue-eyed white dragon.
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Next came Indus Valley Civilisation. And sadly, they were far too stubborn. Since they settled there from somewhere else, they didn't have any record of the First Man. So, to them, Marshall seemed like some sort of a demon.
He ordered their King to pay him yearly taxes. But the King absolutely refused. Marshall killed the guards and destroyed the large royal building. The King still refused. So, Marshall killed the King and then asked the man who inherited the title to pay taxes.
The new King also refused. Marshall killed him as well and then came the next king. And like that, Marshall killed the entire bloodline of the King until just a small toddler was left. At that point, he grew furious and impatient.
After a hundred million years, humans were a mere blip in his conscience as they existed for such a short time. He didn't consider himself human anymore. He didn’t give a damn about anything. Fear, pity, embarrassment, shame, they didn't exist. All he knew was thrill, joy, and pleasure.
And they displeased him.
"Then let this be the fucking warning to all you trade with!"
Marshall flew in the air and torched all the crops around their cities. He torched all the trees and every blade of grass, and killed every livestock they had. And then, he ordered them to leave, spread in all directions, and spread the tale of what happens when they displease him.
And just like that, the Indus Valley Civilization disappeared. But his story spread further with a different name—God with burning hair—God of Fire.
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1290 BCE, Red Sea.
"Holy shit! He actually split the fucking sea! What the hell is that staff? Did you see that, Marty?!"
Marshall followed a man named Moses for years out of pure interest. He watched the man battle Pharaoh's wizards and then watched the unknown gods meddle. He already knew that the God helping Moses went against the Celestials' wish and warning.
But he still watched it all happen. And finally, sitting on Marty's head, he marveled at the parted Red Sea. Hell, Marty was even pulling a massive cart behind him with the elderly and disabled sitting on it.
"So you're the god the Egyptians pray to?" asked Moses.
"Not just the Egyptians. Loads of folks have prayed to me," Marshall replied lazily, looking at the wall of water on two sides. "Don’t sweat it—I never gave a damn about them. Never asked for their prayers, just made sure they coughed up yearly offerings. This whole god gig? Honestly? It’s a pain in the ass."
Moses just nodded with respect. For a god, human matters must not be meaningful, he reckoned. Still, he remained alert. A god was a god, and gods can be moody at times.
In the end, the view became boring. Marshall had seen entire mountains exploding, asteroids flatten entire forests. Splitting the sea soon lost its charm. And that was when he noticed a figure in the sky, flying.
Isn't that the flying Eternal? What was his name? Harris? Boris? Reese's?
With thoughts of Eternals, he suddenly craved that voluptuous leader of theirs, Ajak. He'd visited her countless times by now and every single time she was a delight. They were pretty good friends by now and he even took her on flying dates on his magic flying raft. What an experience it was to do her while flying.
Umm… Should give other ladies a try maybe?
Deciding on doing that, Marshall finished crossing the Red Sea, and then grabbed Marty and flew away just like he had arrived there. As the sea began to return to its form, the chasing Egyptians died, and the people Marshall saved prayed to him from the banks.
Marshall was clueless at the time. But yet again, he became a name recorded in a book. And this time, it was more than just a historical scroll.
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Dinosia, the holiest land of Dinoism, the faith that followed the First Man, the eternal god, the land owned by the god himself.
By now, the population of the island had reached over a hundred thousand, and it seemed as if the society had already entered the medieval era, but better than the real medieval era. Thanks to Marshall's selective approach, the average IQ of the people of Dinosia was twice that of the rest of the world.
They grew in science and discovered medical treatments, civil engineering, plumbing, rules of society, laws, policing, and everything else. Yet, there was still no nobility as the system favored theocracy, under the faith of the First Man.
And since Marshall was still an active presence in their lives, there was order and faith.
Fashion had grown, people now wore intricate clothes, beautiful gowns for ladies, and by Marshall's indirect advice, some pretty exciting inner wears, similar to lingerie. With garter belts and fishnet stockings, Marshall treated the large island as his playground.
But he also protected the people from natural disasters. From rare starvations. From diseases. The people adored their god, fanatically religious. Yet they were rational, scientific, and orderly. The entire island was now covered with cities at distances, connected by roads, leaving the rest of the island untouched and green.
Clean, beautiful, multi-storied buildings, large public infrastructure, wide paved roads, and street lamps that used charcoal. The island lived in abundance as Marshall brought tax collected from all the kingdoms and empires of the world each year and stored all of that in Dinosia.
By now, the biggest issue the people of Dionsia faced was where to store thousands of years' worth of tax/offerings. So, they focused on researching civil engineering and began creating massive, deep, underground vaults, as deep as they could go.
Of course, plenty of Dinosians left the island at times to explore. But they were forbidden to share knowledge, marry outside, or bring back a lover. They could either stay outside forever or leave their lover and child in order to return.
Later, Marshall permitted them to bring their child with them if they wanted to return. But they were still not allowed to bring their lovers. It was Marshall's experiment, after all. He didn't want the average IQ of the island to drop. While children were easy to teach.
In the year 1000 BCE, Marshall returned to yet again grab himself a maiden, as promised in the faith. By now, it had been so many thousands of years that it was a core part of their culture. It was more a reward to them than an offering from their side.
They felt blessed, that as long as the First Man kept taking maidens from their land every fifty years, they would stay blessed. What they didn't know was that Marshall truly considered them his own core people. He fully planned to oversee his experiment all the way into the modern age.
This time, Marshall picked a twenty-three-year-old redhead girl. She didn't have large breasts or broad hips. But what she had made Marshall fuck her day and night, spread her, fold her, claim here wherever. She was tall, reaching almost six feet, her legs were long and toned, sun-kissed tanned. She was beautiful with that red hair, pale face, her lips pouty–and they all reminded Marshall of his first love.
Firehair, that woman he still dearly missed. She never returned from space, and by now, he feared she was dead. But her memory was still alive within him, and as he sank his thick, godly cock into that redhead, he relished that memory.
"Ummmm…!"
In his lavish bedroom, on the large, soft bed, Marshall plunged into her hot, scorching cunt that he'd recently claimed. She was amazing, more than he expected. As he jammed his cock down between her legs and loomed over her, she spread her legs apart straight, practically doing a full split while receiving his slamming, hard thrusts.
"Ungh! Ungh! I feel… so blessed… please, have me more… oh! So deep!"
She moaned, she prayed, and she loved every thrust from her god. She was a famed beauty of the island, but she was aware of her beauty and kept herself pure in hopes of being chosen. She was the tallest among all two hundred candidates, so she was confident.
But she didn't realize that it was her hair that gained her god's attention.
"Ummmm!" She let him drink her lips dry. She was sore but willing, so full of his blessed seed that she could feel all those warm, musky, sticky seeds everywhere, from her reddened pussy to her thighs. Their combined juice even dripped down, soaking her ass.
Marshall liked to live in the moment and gave her his entire attention. That was the one rule he always abided by. Whichever woman he'd chosen, it was his duty to make her the happiest woman alive. He fucked her every day, often multiple times. He showed her the world. The primitive empires, kingdoms. He had her taste cuisine from around the globe.
Too bad, though. Marshall simply couldn't seed their wombs with his spill. He was interested to find out if his children would inherit his powers.
"I'm coming! I-oh god! Yes, yes… more… give me more!"
As all women, she cried for him to unleash his thick batter yet again. And Marshall did just that, pressing her split legs with his hands, pressing them harder until her pussy literally spread open and rose higher.
Plap! Plap!
With a few last thrusts, he jammed himself to the root and just spilled inside with no care or worry.
Firehair… I hope she lived a happy life.
He kissed the woman and pulled her in his arms to rest and sleep. He was not done, but he wanted to give her some rest. She wasn't built like him, after all.
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“Yeah, looks off. The guy’s got a whole cult built around him. Pulling a global extortion racket.” Mobius muttered, having blended into the crowd as he watched the only blonde-haired man in the crowded market street.
“He’s older than the human species,” Paradox said, more curious than his partner. “I’d call it a religion, not cult. Let’s follow TVA’s orders and go back. He’s immortal, unaging... and not exactly sane.”
“Yeah, I’m with you. We’ve seen enough. Let’s move—just one quick probe.” Mobius said and took out the small rod with a sharp pin at its end.
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Marshall arrived in Athens, as the Greek city-state had finally come into existence. Of course, he had come to collect the yearly tax as every year, and maybe remind them that it was non-negotiable.
Because of the constantly changing rulers, it was getting hard to ensure that every new empire or kingdom followed the deal their predecessors had made with him. Still, it was easier to deal with Athens since it wasn't a democracy yet. One could say the current Athens was going through its dark ages. The ruler of the city-state was a lifelong hereditary Archon known as Acastus.
Honestly, Marshall was excited to see the entire Greek civilization grow. He was interested in their architecture, their cities, and their navies. Sadly, currently, they weren't anything much. Heck, he'd already visited Sparta, and although it was in its early stages, it was already far more organized.
Currently, Sparta was being ruled by two monarchs, King Agis I of the Agiad dynasty, and King Soos of the Eurypontid dynasty. Dealing with them was extremely easy. Marshall just left them bleeding, battered, and revealed his powers of magic, telekinesis.
Not only did the Spartans agree to give him a yearly tax, but they also instantly made him their main god, worshiping him for his strength and age. They already knew about the First Man, but they used to consider them rumors.
By that point, the entire world, no matter which civilization, knew of the legend of the First Man in one way or another. Marshall only had to give them a dose of reality to make them believe in him again.
Not that he cared. He just barged into the protected palace of the Archon of Athens. The Greek soldiers holding shields and spears tried to stop him. But Marshall just spat on their shields and they burned away.
"Get outta my face, fools. Your father is here." He roared and kept on walking. Millions of years had passed but his attire had remained the same. Fur cloak, leather vest, leather pants, and boots, with a crude sword around his hips.
Bam!
He kicked the door, random doors while looking for the man.
Bam!
"Where are you, boy? Where's my tax?"
Global IRS, he had ended up turning into what he hated in his previous life. But he just did it for shits and giggles since there was nothing else to do.
"You know what? Thirty fucking percent! I'll take that much from you all. I don't need it, but I'll take it anyway." He roared left and right, kicked doors down, and whoever came to stop him. Then finally, he landed gold.
Bam!
"Aha! Jackpot!' Marshall saw a silk toga-wearing man, with some jewelry around his neck. He read the mind quickly and knew the name right away. "Archon, pay up."
"Who even are you?"
"The First Man!"
"Who?"
"..."
"What do you mean who? Your mother failed you that hard?" Marshall grabbed the archon by the throat and hoisted him like he weighed nothing. "I've walked this land since before your gods were plankton. You wear a crown on my dirt and call it yours? Cute. Thirty percent tax, every year. Call it rent for not being ash."
The archon struggled, his legs dangling.
BOOM!
"Unhand him!"
Just then, a wall nearby exploded and a figure rushed in, a feminine one with a glowing spear. Tall, blonde-haired, with golden-white clothes, breastplate and shoulder pauldrons that looked alien tech, and a headband that heightened her stoic beauty.
"Thena?" Marshall exclaimed, excited actually. He'd been interested in her for thousands of years now and finally, he had tracked her down. And from the looks of it, she was alone, just what he needed.
Thena didn't react and didn't show friendliness. She kept her spear aimed at Marshall with hostility. "Release the Archon. Athens is under my protection."
"This guy?" Marshall looked back at the middle-aged man. He wondered if there was romance involved. "Nah, you're fucking ugly."
"A-Athena! Save me…eh!"
"Oh? Athena?" That word rang a bell in Marshall's head and he eyed the woman. "So it was you all along? Damn, that's a plot twist. Wait, if I…"
Woosh!
Marshall threw the archon away, and abruptly covered his entire body with Phoenix's cosmic flames, making himself look like a human torch.
"Then I guess I'll be Apollo."
"A-Apollo!" The archon gasped from the ground, reverence in his eyes out of nowhere.
"Hah! I wonder if I'll get to meet Zeus later. That lunatic furry fetish fuck." Marshall mumbled excitedly and began walking towards Thena. "How have you been? See me? Girl, you so fine, I'm all fired up."
"..."
Yeah, Marshall didn't know the 'F' of flirting. He never really had to do it from the beginning. Even Ajak was so easy. Thena was the first woman who showed zero interest in him, and that actually made her more desirable. A challenge for Marshall to work on. To kill his boredom with.
"Stay back!" Thena raised her spear higher and took a step back, her eyes full of fighting intent.
"Come on, now." Marshall raised his hands and quashed the fire covering him. "I know we started on the wrong foot, but you guys attacked me first. I honestly don't hit women, but that's until they hit me. Even Ajak said we're pals, so…"
He extended his hand towards her to shake it.
"Friends?"
Thena, with a stern expression, retracted her spear, and then looked at his hand for a while. Then, as if she just thought of something, she held it and nodded. "Athens is mine."
"Sure, take it. But they gotta pay the rent," Marshall grunted, clasping her hand—slender, strong, but soft like moss to him. For normal folks, she was stone. "C’mon then. Let’s hunt down something edible, drown it in spice, and chase it with ale. Athens must’ve figured out flavor by now."
Surprisingly, Thena nodded and walked away through the same hole she had made in the wall. Marshall just followed her behind nonchalantly, while giving the archon a few glares. After that, he just eyed Thena's slender, but shapely bottom. Unlike Ajak, Thena was slightly taller and had a lean, but still curvy figure. Built like a true goddess of war.
Damn, that Celestial got a pretty fine taste when crafting women. I'm a fan.
As the sky darkened, the city came to life. Torches around the streets, some ale shops and inns deep in business. Though brothels were the busiest. And thankfully, Thena didn't take him to some cheap spot.
No, she took him to a pretty mansion outside the city, built in the middle of a vineyard. It was beautiful, secluded, and calming.
"You live here?" he asked, admiring the two-story building.
"For now."
"Looks great, the decor is fine too. Curtains and all. I only got some huge caves I carved all over the world." He followed her into the mansion, and then into the airy dining area set up on the open veranda on the top floor. Built on a hill, the city in the near distance was visible with all its torches.
Talk about living in luxury. Even got servants. Marty would've enjoyed this.
Sitting on one side of the round table, the servants soon brought plates of food and jars full of wine, made at that estate itself.
"Now this is a feast." Marshall started eating. He loved all sorts of food after eating questionable meat for millions of years. "Perfect spice!"
Thena, having discarded her breastplate and pauldrons, sat in just her golden-white gown, tightly clung to her figure, a beautiful sight for the one watching. Her blonde hair, perfectly silky and shoulder-length, heightened the view.
I can feel it in my balls. The hustle, the challenge. You can do this, Marshall. Even Marty's got a mate now. Tsk… bastard refused to go on an adventure just for some dino pussy… fuck! What the fuck did I just imagine!?
He shook his head violently and focused back on the otherworldly beauty. "So, te—"
"How did you enter my thoughts?"
Before he could say anything, she asked him a question.
Marshall scratched his head, his memory not much better than a goldfish. "Umm… Sure, I wanna enter you, but I don't think it's thoughts—"
"When I attacked you. You were able to breach my mind, and you claimed it was chaotic. How did you do it?" Thena inquired him sternly, her voice so soft and strong, yet too stoic, lacking all emotion.
Marshall squinted his eyes. He didn't imagine his date with her going like that. He wanted to battle her, on the bed, of course.
"How? What do you mean? I tried and just did it."
"That is beyond mortal reach. The Celestials—none can fathom their design. You breached my thoughts as if they were open air. And with a gesture, you stilled my form."
Marshall scratched his chin while drinking wine. "Hm, Celestials? Yeah, met those bastards once. Could’ve been a million years back, or maybe a bit more—time’s all mashed up by now. They rolled in, all high and mighty, acting like they were here to judge the whole damn planet. Then, poof, they vanished, saying they’d keep watch. Sounded like a bunch of nosy panty sniffers if you ask me."
"..."
Thena had yet to meet a man as outrageous as Marshall. She had never once seen someone debase Celestials like he did. And Marshall did it despite knowing who they were.
Nonetheless, Thena finished a glass of wine and stood up. "I need you to enter my mind again."
"Kinky…"
"..."
"You said my mind is chaotic. I need you to find the source of that chaos." Thena asked him, finally her voice taking on a softer tone. "I will be grateful for it."
Damsel in distress? Damn, classic trope. After that comes the exciting bits, no?
"Sure, when do I start?"
Thena said nothing and just got up, walking away.
Marshall downed the cup of wine, followed behind her, and with excitement, entered the large bedroom with a king-sized bed. He watched Thena walk up to the bed and lay down flat on her back like a corpse, her hands softly placed on her belly.
"You may begin."
"..."
She really trusts me, doesn't she? He thought, but couldn't help taking a look.
She was, just as he would have imagined, goddess Athena. She was tall, just a few inches shorter than him. Her chest rose in beautiful, handful globes, then came her toned belly, and those vexing, widening hips, not too much, just enough to make a man thirsty. Her legs were toned and long.
Holding back his pure desire to see her naked, he went ahead and sat down on the bed, right beside her chest. He crossed his legs fully, used to it by now, and then placed his palm on her forehead.
"Alright, there isn't much you can do. Just relax and let me take a peek."
She's so fucking warm and soft.
Marshall, perpetually horny after a hundred million years of dryness, gulped and just focused on her eyes. Not her hot neck, not her face, not her chest. Just her big, beautiful eyes. And then, he probed her mind.
Seriously, he didn't need to put his hand on her head. But he still did it for the dramatics. And then, he slid into her mind.
Damn!
There was nothing intact inside of her mind. All her memories were jumbled up, mixed together, and colliding, destroying each other. He saw some of them, her fighting some beasts, her looking badass and absolutely hot. It was impossible for him to hold back his erection, but he did his work earnestly.
In some, she looked like she had lost control and went berserk. They were so mixed that even for Marshall, it was hard to make sense of anything.
Wait, is this why she's so stoic all the time?
Marshall didn't know what he could do. But he started using some telepathic force to split the colliding memories apart. He started slow but then gained momentum. There were so many memories, thousands upon thousands of years worth. Not just from Earth but from many other worlds.
What about this one?
Right then, he found a memory that was extremely tainted, as if forced to be pushed down deep into her psyche. It was a tiny memory, a mere blip not even worth five seconds. But it showed something horrifying. There was Thena and some blue-skinned alien. No, it was an alien baby, and… when Thena fought the Deviants, a dead Deviant corpse fell on the alien kid, squashing the kid like an insect under the foot. It was gore, it was horror.
"Unnnh…"
All of a sudden, Thena's body started twitching. Marshall looked and noticed her eyes had slowly started to turn white.
He tried to split her memories faster, trying to heal her. But then he saw something, a memory where Thena was bare naked, looking at herself in the mirror. He cursed under his breath and kept going.
But it was too late. He wasn't fast enough, and his own mental state affected everything.
"Oh?" Marshall exclaimed. He noticed her eyes going full white. "Eyes rolling already? Didn't even do—"
Bam!
Thena's arm moved abruptly and grabbed Marshall's wrist, yanking his hand away from touching her forehead. Her frozen, expressionless face changed to a soft sneer and she sat up as if defying gravity.
"Creation! Mating! Pleasure! Climax! Mating!..."
What the fuck?
Marshall felt her grip hard on his wrist and her words sounded like chanting curses. "I know I'm handsome but we take it slow, girl."
"Kissing! Mating! Pleasure… Hngh!"
That was it. She moved and pounced like a lioness in heat. Thena crashed into him, straddling his lap in a flash, and grabbed both his hands by the wrists, slamming them up against the headboard. Her mouth found his with rabid hunger, tongue stabbing, lips tearing, devouring his kiss like she hadn’t tasted flesh in a thousand years.
“Ugh… Ghk… Umph!” she growled into his mouth, all breath and desperation, a storm of guttural, instinctual moans spilling as she kissed. Her hips ground into him with friction, as if her core already ached for friction. She wasn’t thinking, only following that mating instinct.
Marshall just let out a laugh through her gnawing lips. “Woooh! That’s a first! Feisty woman!”
He barely had time to enjoy it before he heard the tear—fabric ripping like paper.
His shirt, then his pants. Gone. Shredded by her hands with mechanical precision and primal lust. Even while she kissed him like a wild animal, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, already heavy in her grip. Her other hand never let go of his wrists. She had him pinned, and he loved it.
“Mmmmmh… Sex, seed, sex… pleasure…” she muttered through frantic kisses, her voice vibrating against his tongue.
"My… fucking… god! Hell yeah!" he groaned as she bit down on his bottom lip with a hungry snap.
She slid down his body in a slow, aggressive crawl, yanking what was left of his pants fully off and freeing his cock with a near-reverent savagery.
When her fully whitened eyes landed on his shaft, thick and towering, she didn’t flinch. That look. That burning, greedy spark in her gaze. It wasn’t a surprise—it was recognition. As if she’d found exactly what her body had craved for.
Then she lunged.
Her mouth swallowed his cock like it was oxygen. No teasing, no gentle licks. Just a raw, ruthless need. Her lips sealed around his girth and her head bobbed with speed, tongue lashing beneath and around him while her throat convulsed and sucked, hard, dragging him deeper with every motion like she wanted to pull his soul from his balls.
“Fuck—Thena!” Marshall gasped, his head slamming back into the pillow. Her pace was feral, rough enough to make weaker men scream, but to him? It was heaven. “Mmmgh… I knew you had the best mouth!”
Marshall couldn't help it. Instinct kicked in. His both hands grabbed her head and he started to thrust up into her mouth, fucking her face with deep, full strokes. His cockhead punched the back of her throat as he groaned and grunted, each plunge greeted by her wet, obscene gagging slurps.
“Ghk! Ghk! Ghk!”
Then, so suddenly, she smacked his hands away from her head.
Her high-tech attire vanished in a flash of golden light like divine silk falling away to bare unholy desire. Naked now, she knelt between his legs, radiant and flushed, her body taut and trembling with heat.
She was a sight to behold. Slender, of course, but sinfully shaped, every curve humming with obscene temptation. Her tits were handful and creamy, rising with each needy breath, pink tips stiff and flushed. Her waist dipped like a dream, hips wide and ripe, thighs strong yet soft, begging to be spread. Her belly was flat, legs long and toned, her alabaster skin pale and glowing faintly with celestial heat.
But now, she was burning. Not with rage. With want.
“Breeding… sex… pleasure… climaxes…” Thena kept muttering like a corrupted machine stuck on a carnal loop, her voice breathless, her tone robotic. Her body twitched between his legs like it was being puppeted by pure lust—no thought, no hesitation, just hunger coded into flesh.
Then, without warning, she grabbed his legs and pulled Marshall down lower onto the bed until he didn’t have a pillow’s support. She loomed between his legs with the dominance of a queen claiming her prize. Then she grabbed his legs, both of them, and shoved them upward towards his chest with sharp strength, folding him into a position so unorthodox, it jolted a laugh out of him.
“Huh? Wha—? Going full Amazon?” Marshall blinked, flustered, his cock twitching in the air. This was new. This was wild. This is fucking amazing.
It was his first time looking up at a woman while pinned down, bent slightly back, his knees half-pushed to his chest. He could’ve stopped her with a flick of his finger, but he didn’t. He didn’t feel dominated at all. In fact, he was so strong that all her attempts to dominate him only tickled him.
And he wanted to see where this was going. Every instinct in his body screamed that this wasn’t domination, this was a show. And he had the front-row seat to a goddess unraveling in lust.
“Oh? So this is how we’re playing it?” he said, lips curling up, eyes gleaming. “Go on, take your seat.”
She didn’t answer.
She didn’t have to.
Her body trembled as her plump ass hovered over his cock, squatting like a beast in heat. Keeping his legs raised and pushed towards his chest, Thena lowered herself, her legs spread, sitting down on his under thighs, his thick cock aching to be inside her.
Her breasts hung freely between his upraised legs, bouncing subtly with each breath. Her cunt hovered above his shaft, so wet she dripped down his length, using her slick folds to tease the flushed crown of his cock with gentle, wet sways. Her pussy kissed his tip; Warm, sticky, needy.
Then she slammed down, mindlessly. No tease, just a pure plunge.
“Ugghhh…” The sound that rippled from her throat dripped with indulgence. Her petals stretched around him, parted around his cock like lips desperate to feast, swallowing inch after inch with greedy spasms.
Marshall groaned hard. Fuck, she’s tight.
Almost dry. Not from lack of arousal—no, she was dripping—but from the sheer constriction, the grip so divine it almost felt like heaven greeted him. Her love tunnel was snug, clinging, fighting to keep him in, stretching obscenely around the girth of his large cock. It made him question if he was her first.
Yet she didn’t slow down. She forced herself down on him, hissing and moaning with each unbearable inch that filled her core.
"Mmmmh… Pleasure… pleasure… too much… pleasure…” she whimpered, shaking as she sat fully on his under thighs, his cock buried to the hilt.
What the… I can… read her thoughts.
Somehow, once his cock was hilt deep, he felt a change. He felt a strange connection with her mind, established far better than his telepathy.
Sex, breeding, fucking, pleasure… They're… memories? Holy shit, it's a clusterfuck.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Thena started riding him with furious intent, her hips snapping down like a piston, her pale ass slapping against his thighs like percussion. She was losing herself—no, finding herself. Her wet folds crashed down on his cock again and again, as if trying to fuse his body to hers. Each drop of her hips was pure violence and ecstasy, her cunt clenching tighter each time, her breath getting wilder, wetter, less robotic.
Marshall could feel it. She was actually using her entire strength to fuck herself. Any common man would have died from that treatment.
And through it all, Marshall kept “feeling”. The memories. The trauma. The fractures in her mind slowly peeled apart under the rhythm of raw, pounding sex. He wasn’t just fixing her—he was rebuilding her.
“Sex… Ah… Pleasure… Oh Umhp…. Ah! Ah! Yes~~”
Her moans changed. No longer coded, no longer monotone. They rose like music—melodic purrs, helpless whimpers, moans that curled around his ears like soft silk. Her body responded more with every plunge; hips shuddering, thighs twitching, her breath catching in her throat as her pussy clamped harder with every plunge.
Then her body suddenly arched, her spine tightening into a beautiful arc as her nipples peaked and her belly quivered with impending climax.
Then it struck.
“Ahhhhh–!”
A quake of rapture overtook her. A long, gasping moan spilled out of her mouth as her head whipped back and her pussy convulsed around him. Her hands’ grip on his calves tightened like a vice as the orgasm ripped through her with ungodly force.
"I-It’s working!"
Her cry rang through the room, loud and wild, her voice finally fully hers again. Her eyes, once white, flickered—just for a second. The purity cracked. The goddess trembled.
She slammed her hips down one last time and froze. Muscles knotted up, trembling, her breasts thrust forward and her mouth stretched in a silent scream as her pussy gushed around his cock in a sudden, wet release.
Her climax hit like a thunderclap. An uncontrollable burst of heat that soaked his cock and thighs, her entire body twitching as the high overtook her. She rode it helplessly, pussy clinging to the rigid cock pulsing inside her like it was the only thing grounding her. It soothed her mind somehow.
She was coming down, and yet still trapped in the trance of orgasm, hips jerking with aftershocks, her cunt milking his cock with squeezing spasms as her body trembled uncontrollably on top of him.
But Marshall wasn’t finished—not even close.
“Ghhh…” He growled softly, the animal in him waking, and shifted their bodies with practiced ease. Her lithe figure clung to him instinctively as he flipped them, his strong arms keeping her secure.
He completely reversed their entire position. With him on top, between her legs, he planted his knees wide.
Her back was flat against the bed, legs splayed wide like a feast laid bare just for him. To prepare for the classic piledriver, Marshall pushed her knees up to her chest until a yelp escaped her lungs. Then he pushed her legs even further, folding her up until her curving ass rose high for him to drive straight down. Finally, he leaned in and plunged back inside her dripping, overfucked pussy.
“Ummm… Yesss!” A sharp breath left her lips as his cock speared back into her, deep and unrelenting.
Her eyes, still fogged by pleasure, blinked back tears, real ones—but she smiled through them. A soft, peaceful smile, like she was finally finding calm in the storm of her chaotic mind.
“I know what to do… this is what we both needed, I guess,” he groaned, loving the sight of this beauty as he drove down into her soaking hot pussy. Her long, beautiful legs were folded into her chest, his hands keeping them pressed, and her ass naturally rose high despite no support under her back.
Then he fucked her like a man, a god, the First Man.
His hips slammed into hers, his cock jackhammering her slit like he was carving his name into her flesh. Her pussy was raw, clenching with overstimulated spasms, gushing slick each time his fat cock bottomed out inside her. Just watching her lower lips stretch wide was a trillion-dollar view. He was driving it so deep her whole body rocked.
The bed frame groaned violently before its legs gave out with a loud crack, the mattress collapsing under the fury of his thrusts.
“Ughhh… o-oh—oh!” Thena gasped, tossing her head side to side as another climax seized her. She came again, violently. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with wave after wave of searing heat, each one more desperate than the last.
Plap! Squelch!
“Angh! Angh! Mmmmmm… Yes!” Thena’s moans finally gained personality.
He was inside her mind, still, peeling apart her fractured memories and putting them back into place, using his cock as the key. Juices frothed at the base of his unrelenting cock, wet squelches echoing through the broken room as he thrust into her again and again.
And each time she came, it sounded wetter, louder—messier. Her body moved under him like it was built to be fucked, wrung dry, and filled again, folded so beautifully that it was only possible with a goddess like her. Her pussy contracted in pleasure every time, muscles knotting so hard she felt like she was swimming in whipped cream.
“Yesssss… Mmmmmm… Deep! Deeper… yesss!” Thena cried out, her voice soaring as she reached yet another peak.
Then, at last—the chaos cracked.
With one final thrust, a loud slap of flesh against flesh, her eyes went wide… and then clear. Entirely clear. Her body jerked beneath him, tits bouncing, mouth wide open in a scream that tore from deep in her core. “Ahhhhhh~!!”
A tsunami of heat and wet poured from her cunt as she climaxed harder than ever, her body locking up, her ass raised towards the ceiling, and her mind finally, fully realigned.
“Ughhh…” He groaned with a tight hiss, burying himself to the hilt as his cock flexed deep inside Thena and crossed that final threshold of pure pleasure.
Then it hit. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his shaft like a geyser. Pulse after pulse of molten cream gushed into her battered pussy, so much that it overflowed within seconds, spilling back out in slow, oozing trails that dripped over her ass and down onto the ruined sheets. He stuffed her full, slathering her womb if she had any with his thick jam.
Her belly twitched as the warmth spread inside, heavier with his load.
“Unnngh… Fuck!” Marshall roared in primal pleasure and grounded his cock hard, deep inside Thena, as if imprinting himself. The last few twitches of his spraying batter eventually ended in the deepest depth of her.
He panted and looked down at her face, lovely, back to normal, her eyes looking back at him. No shock, no surprise, none of that white-eyed berserk state. There was pleasure and satisfaction, and peace.
Still panting, Marshall released her from that folded position and collapsed forward into a sprawl, flat on her body. His cock stayed inside, nestled in the swampy aftermath of their fuck. He pressed his face to her pale tits, kissing the pink tips, now hard and sensitive, flicking them with his tongue as her fingers weaved through his hair.
“Hnnn… Y-You did it…” she whispered, her voice soft and stunned, not even pushing him away. “You fixed it…”
“Shhh…” he murmured against her breast, eyes half-lidded. “Not done yet… I’ve got more healing to give you.”
To his surprise, Thena let out a soft giggle, a real one, and her long, strong legs curled up around his waist, drawing him back in. Her battered, creamy pussy pulsed around his cock like it missed him already, the mess inside squishing lewdly as she shifted under him.
"I think… I need it as well," she whispered as if this was her true self.
Good dick fixes it all, I guess.
To Marshall, as weird logic as it was, relished it. He didn't expect to get her into bed so fast, but he wasn't complaining.
Five centuries… at least… I ain't getting bored anytime soon with this one.
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With Ajak and Thena, Marshall had enough distractions to remain busy for centuries to come. He also took maidens from Dinosia periodically to keep things spiced up. But despite all his attempts, he couldn't get Ajak and Thena to join him in a threesome. They were too professional to do that.
Still, he never gave up.
And with his hobby of collecting taxes, Marshall never got bored. Still, every good thing eventually comes to an end. Marshall started to lose interest in collecting taxes, and Marty, as well, lost his only partner. And since Agamotto was finally dead, Marty seriously had no hope for another T-Rex.
Time went by, and years passed. The legend of the First Man was written down in almost every culture across the world. The taxes paid to him were recorded as well. And slowly, as large empires became a thing, collecting taxes became so easy that he just made the emperors pay him directly.
The Roman Republic tried to refuse him at first. But a few threatening showcases got them all lined up. But that didn't mean he found nothing interesting.
As 50 BCE approached, Marshall grew interested in human civilizations. With the turn of the era right around the corner, he really wanted to see it all. Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Ancient Egypt.
And on such a random pilgrimage, he arrived in Egypt. Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator was its ruler, a woman Marshall remembered from his past memories. He was interested in her, in seeing if she was as beautiful and hot as she was hyped up to be.
She was not.
"Ugh… Just give me the yearly offerings."
In the end, when he barged into Cleopatra's royal hall, he just lost all the strength in his balls. She wasn't ugly at all. But after having fucked the likes of Firehair, Gaea, Ajak, and Thena, Cleopatra was average. Her lightly-tanned pale skin, that eye makeup, and all that gold headgear were exotic.
But seriously, he didn't feel that aroused by the woman. So, he just demanded his right, the money owed. He didn't even try to threaten them, already done with his taxing habit.
"You’re THE First Man?!" Cleopatra shouted from her throne.
"..."
Not often it happened. But Marshall found the situation reversed. Instead of him, it was Cleopatra trying to court him. She didn't even lie, just said she wanted his power to keep her kingdom from being defeated by the Romans.
"Thanks, not interested." Marshall refused. He just wanted to leave and find Ajak and smush his face in her amazing tits. In comparison, Cleopatra didn't have large breasts or wide hips, and she was short.
"I will give you riches! I will give you…"
She rambled about all the things she could give him. She offered him her womb, she offered him her entire life. She showed clear desperation. It made sense if it was towards a god.
In the end, Marshall softened. After a hundred million years he had sworn to never refuse a woman as long as she looked like a decent woman. Cleopatra checked all the boxes.
"Alright, alright!" He pinched the corner of his eyes. "Take me to the room."
No shame, pure desire to win over the all-powerful legendary god, Cleopatra jumped at the opportunity. She wasn't really scared of sex anyway. To her, it was a fantastic tool to keep men under control. To maintain the illusion of romance and make use of great minds and great cocks.
And if that cock belonged to a god, she was ready to open up every inch of her body to welcome him.
"This way." Cleopatra grabbed Marshall's hand and practically dragged him towards her royal quarters. It was insanely lavish there. The colors, the walls.
Cleopatra was quick to shut the gates, order the guards to not disturb them, and scold the servants to run away. Then, she looked back at the god in human skin and smiled as seductively as she could.
On another thought. Marshall finally felt a tingle in his balls.
Cleopatra removed her headgear, revealing her black hair. She smiled and pushed her gown off her shoulders, and continued to walk bare towards Marshall. She was short and pretty toned, but her young beauty was spilling out. She swayed her hips and just when she came close to Marshall, she changed direction and walked to the bed.
Trying to tease me?
Marshall sighed at her attempts. He was hard now, and he just wanted to ram into her with no care.
"I'm yours, O' God of all men!" She moaned and let herself fall backward onto the bed. She crawled backward, and once she felt pillows, she sank into them, and at last, spread her folded legs apart.
Marshall was already walking towards the bed. But the instant she spread open her legs, he froze. His smile vanished. His brows creased together furiously. He was no man to shame a woman or her partners. He was not a man to care much about anything but…
"Holy fucking shit! Is that herpes?!" Marshal roared in shock and took a step back. "Cleopatra's got herpes? Ugh… I can see the damn blisters! My god, what the fuck have you been fucking? No, I'll pass—Caesar can have you."
Without a second wasted, Marshall started leaving, his cock as soft as the day he was born.
"First Man?!"
Cleopatra came running after him, naked, even through the gates, with no care that her own guards saw her.
"Fuck that! I know I'm immune to all that shit but no… looks matter. I'm done, I gotta bleach my eyes, and there ain't any fucking bleach! Forget the taxes, I don't give a shit… ugh… I need Thena."
Cleopatra was confused. Most men sank to their knees to please her. She didn't know what he was even talking about.
It wasn't her fault. Herpes, or the very condition she had, wasn't recognized as a distinct disease in that era.
Ignoring Cleopatra, Marshall just left the palace and vanished into the distance with Marty right beside him.
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Years passed, but Marshall remained in Egypt. He had a few reasons, like wanting to see Jesus for good. But also, he hollowed out the pyramids from underneath and left random things inside to fuck with future historians. In his defense, he was bored.
Then, he made himself a mega cave in Mount Catherine in Egypt. After that, he plundered the Library of Alexandria and stored the books in his cave. Why? He was bored, interested, and wanted to see how much they'd sell for in the modern times.
For the first time, Marshall became more excited about the modern times than the current. The dumb humans had started to get on his nerves. They didn't even understand the insults he threw at them as they had no clue what a neanderthal was, or why he called them apes.
"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"
Marshall was sleeping in that cave in Egypt, and an old book written in an unknown language lay open on his face. No, he wasn't reading it. He used it to block light coming from the window.
"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"
He snored, loudly.
"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"
Marty was annoyed. Snoring was new to Marshall. Endless sex with the Eternals, and too much food, Marty could see that his human had started to gain some weight. There was just no one who could put up a fight against Marshall.
"Grwwwwr!" Marty pinched his massive nail on Marshal's book-covered head. "Grrrr~"
"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr… A-Ah… yes… suck it deeper!"
"..."
Marty turned speechless. Even in dreams his human thought of sex. Ah, sex, that mythical thing. In any case, Marty decided to smack the fuck out of Marshall's hammock.
BAM!
Marty struck so hard that the hammock spun many times, mummifying Marshall entirely.
"Khaaaaarrrrrrrr…"
Yet, the snoring continued.
Marty lost it then and kicked Marshall.
Wooosh!
The hammock got detached and…
"Skreee!"
Marty roared in pure panic as the kicked hammock flew out of the damn window entirely, Marshall still stuck in it. And the fucking window was at the peak of the mountain.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Marty ran after his human, trying his best. Eventually, at the base of the mountain they had both hollowed out, the hammock stopped. Marty quickly unwrapped the hammock and…
Marshall was still sleeping.
Crunch!
But right then, the sound of footsteps came from nearby. Marty became alert and shockingly, Marshall also woke up, wiping the drool and smirk off his face.
"Damn, what a dream it was Marty. Ajak and Thena at the same time… A man can really dream." Marshall murmured, yawning non-stop, and looked at the sky. "Wait, why am I outside?"
Marty stayed tight-lipped and looked at the humans approaching them from a distance.
Soon, the three human figures approached Marshall and Marty. The dark-skinned man among them, dressed in strange bright green clothes, with a shining crystal on his forehead, looked unmoved. But the dirty-looking man and woman walking behind looked frightened by Marshall and Marty's presence.
"First Man! Oh, First Man! I have come seeking you from lands beyond!" The black man ran up to Marshall and fell to his knees. "I am Anath-Na Mut, but some call me Sphinx. I remember you when you were with Moses. Ramses II threw me out after my loss to Moses—Help me… Help this puny creature."
"..."
Marshall awkwardly picked his nose, feeling sore all over his body for some reason. And suspiciously, Marty was all too silent. Nonetheless, he addressed the man. "So, Ah-Naughty Nut, what do you want?"
Anath-Na Mut knelt as if paying respect. "Please, I have failed in every way. I am cursed with immortality. Please… kill me and free me from this curse."
Man, why do I always attract lunatics?
"Alright." Marshall shrugged and eyed the man and woman. The woman seemed to be holding a tightly wrapped baby in her arms. "And them? They also want to d—"
"No, I found them on my way here." Anath-Na Mut said, looking back with pity. "King Herod is after their child's life. An Angel warned them, so they journeyed here to seek refuge. I couldn't think of a better place to be safe than in your care."
"A king wants to kill a baby? Hah. Classic power move. Why? Beats me. Not my business. Sure, you can lay low here—the cave’s roomy, watch your step near the hot spring though. I’m Marshall. People around the world call me the First Man. And this big guy is Marty, my buddy, or son?—I’ve lost track."
Woosh!
Marty waved his little T-Rex arm towards the guests.
"Thank you, thank you so much, First Man. We didn't believe you were real all along. Thank you." The man cried in gratitude as if the looming ax was lifted off his neck. "I am Joseph, and this is my wife, Mary."
"..."
That sounds very…
Marshall eyed Marty, who eyed him back, even though Marty had no damn clue why Marshall looked at him.
Then, Marshall looked at the little baby in the woman's arms. "And the baby?"
Smiling, Mary answered. "My son, Yeshua."
There was silence for a while. A long, long while. And then, Marshall exploded.
"HOLY JESUS CHRIST!"
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Coming Up Next: There's a mutant ruler behind the Roman Empire? Why's Odin looking for Marshall? Will Ajak and Thena let him hit at the same time?
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Question: Are you guys cool with this story pace?
Choice 1: Yes, it's fine.
Choice 2: Make it faster.
Comments
king nawaf
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Fourteen
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Mark
1
Jas
1
Lord Mehmeh
This guy either needs more friends or a little brother he actually gives a damn about—life’s way too easy when you’re tall, blond, and built like an omnipotent sex machine.
Boffet Tanguy
1
Warslick
1
Beastank
1
Spectre
1
Caimbeul
1, shame about Cleopatra, he’s got to get with some historical figures at some point
Kryn_Womble
1
MimicReads
1
Sebas Tian
The. Fucking. Tva. Kill em all, and nothing of value will have been lost.
Liam Caron
1
OrganicMeat(2.0)
1
BLazeSavage
1
Takabaka
1
Alejandro Polo
1
brown5o
1
Arsylvos
1, Great Chapter
Robert Brown
1
Jacob Weiss
lol Kermie
Jacob Weiss
1
Darth Bane
1
Lord Mehmeh
Ohhh, now it makes sense why Yeshua’s allergic to sex. Uncle Marshal was basically his dad — a serial bed-hopper preaching about love. That’ll mess up a kid. It’s textbook rebellion: son of a cop turns criminal, son of a slut becomes a saint. Yeshua’s just doing damage control
Lord Mehmeh
1,True it is a fun read
Kermit The Frog
Also 1, but I would like to see Marshall get killed again, perhaps by someone with external healing powers and have a section of him healing otherwise hopeless cases. 🐸⚕️
Taim Koukach
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NeyDay
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Luci alarri
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LETSGOO
1. But would like more frequently. Its a fun read
Kermit The Frog
New post! 🐸🎉
