Marvel: Upgrading Death

Chapter 137 137 - Powerful Offer, Easy Loan, Abused Memory, & Fall of an Empire II

Creak! Creak! Creak!

"Gaaaaah!"

Marshall unloaded yet another pussy-full of load and pulled out, leaving the lithe woman to relax in the bed at last. It was Meredith Quill, the same human woman he'd fucked in front of Ego. He'd fucked her so much by now, at the nerds' request to enrage Ego, that he now liked her.

Meredith was fun, young, and mischievous at times. Not to mention, she was gorgeous and tight. She fit right in Dinosia, and he fit just as fine in her. Perfect harmony.

Now, she was a proud Dinosian, his woman, and Peter Quill was his adopted son. The boy was special, it was clear, so he shoved him to Helvar to teach.

"Mm… Another round?"

"God! I'm just a human, First Man. As much as I enjoy it, I can't even feel my legs anymore. Or my pussy. Or my chest. Or my lips. You've bruised me."

"Who the fuck asked you to be this goddamn tasty then, huh?" Marshall jokingly clapped back and threw the quilt over her naked body. "Alright, I'm outta here. Gonna see what they're up to. We've been locked in here for two days now. Usually, someone would knock and cockblock me by now."

Knock! Knock!

"Hah! There it is!" Marshall laughed right as he heard the knock on the door. He summoned his clothes back to his body and opened the door. "Raven? Here to join?"

Marshall adored his super spy. She was usually stern and professional, but a shy girl when with him. Besides, hers was one of the tightest caves of passion he'd ever felt.

"I can't, First Man. I caught a spy, a friend of Captain America from the war days. In addition, Dino Corp has informed us that a Kree Fleet jumped into the solar system. It's an invasion fleet headed this way."

"The blue fucks?!" Marshall groaned and then eyed Raven. "Not you, beautiful. You're the loveliest. Hmm… let those bastards come. Ain't my goddamn job babysitting this shitty rock every single time. Give the heroes time to scrape their asses together. With everyone here, there ain't jack shit to worry about. I'm gonna head out."

"To where, First Man?" Raven asked.

"Where the fuck else? Their goddamn home planet. While those bastards invade my land, I'm gonna fuck theirs so hard it won't even get to scream."

"..."

Raven just… She didn't know why, but she silently offered her condolences to those blue freaks.

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Hala, Kree Empire,

Hala was the homeworld of the Kree and the capital of the Empire. It was a massive, planet-wide megalopolis with many levels. It was really advanced yet still a rotten civilization. It was a xenophobic, militaristic race, and most of them were blue. But even then, they were racist to each other, considering blue pure, pink lesser.

If asked, Marshall would say pink was the best. He already had pretty Raven for blue. Now it was time for some pink action. And how cute pink ladies would look, he wondered. So, when he arrived in Hala, he went to a nice, expensive brothel and did just that.

He cracked some pink pussies and indulged in the Kree culture personally. Sadly, the pink women were just white, human-like in truth. He tried to understand their world, but it was mostly done by pussy dipping and mind-reading. But he eventually got the hang of it.

"Holy shit! You guys are retards."

That was the evaluation the strongest being in the existing universe gave the Kree Empire.

After having had enough of the culture, which he couldn't help but sympathize with, he flew straight to the biggest building, as the Kree Empire's ruler, the Supreme Intelligence, lived there.

It was built like a temple, with a high entrance and all. He expected some enemies or guards to stop him, but it was empty. He just walked right into the building.

Eventually, he arrived inside a chamber with a weird, hexagonal platform in the middle, surrounded by strange blue liquid.

He stepped on it and noticed the liquid moved into ripples. The ripples started climbing up his body like vines.

"Supreme Intelligence is a fucking tentacle monster?" Marshall groaned, a sort of PTSD returning. "Nuh-uh... ain't no probing my ass again, you slimy fuck!"

The vines reached his forehead, and then suddenly it all went black. Marshall was ready to jump, but he waited, wanting to see if Supreme Intelligence could kill him. That would give him more power. He hoped that would happen.

But instead, when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a strange, endless hall with a metallic sky and ground. It looked fake and dreamy. And then, a figure emerged from the ground, forming itself with the use of shards chipping from the ground itself.

"You…" Marshall choked up suddenly. Tall woman, long legs, a green torn skirt barely covering her hips, a green cloth tied to her chest, a fur-cape on her shoulders, and her hair, red and wavy. "Firehair?! Is that you? What're you doing here? You've been alive?"

"Oh, Marshall."

He couldn't believe it as Firehair ran up to him, smiling, eyes filled with tears. He caught her as she jumped and hugged her against his chest. She was real, her body was burning, and soft, and he could smell her scent. Millions of years had passed, and he still remembered it.

"Did the Kree fuckers capture you?" Marshall angrily asked.

"Shhh…" Firehair captured his face while in his arms and kissed him.

Marshall's whole body shook the instant her lips touched his. A shiver raced down his spine, goosebumps exploding across every inch of his skin. Those soft lips were exactly as he remembered, exactly as they had burned into his soul centuries ago.

This was Firehair. His Firehair!

The first woman he had ever loved, the one who had carved her name into his soul all those millennia ago. His chest tightened, and for one perfect moment, the endless pleading prayers in his head went silent.

"Take me, Marshall," she breathed against his mouth, the words licking straight into his core like flames.

With a single flick, Marshall willed his clothes away. Firehair's clothes also burst into flame and burned away, leaving her gloriously naked against him.

He kept her locked in his arms, massive palms spread wide over the firm globes of her ass, squeezing her snug against his body. His cock, already throbbing with need, stood hard as a flagpole. Lost in romantic nostalgia, he guided her dripping entrance down onto him.

"Mmm… Just as I remembered you," Marshall groaned as her scorching tightness wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly swallowed him.

He stared obsessively into her face, drinking in those familiar eyes, that wild red hair, the same fierce hunger still blazing hot after all this time. His fingers clawed hard into her cloud-like flesh, digging deep enough to leave marks on her perfect skin.

This was Firehair. He didn't need to hold back at all; never had to. Their passionate nights had destroyed entire mountains before, and he was ready to break this place the same way.

Plap! Plap!

Marshall gripped her hips and rammed upward while forcing her down, slamming their bodies together with force. Each wet, flesh-clapping impact sent visible sonic ripples exploding through the air around them, loud enough to echo across the endless hall like thunder.

"Mmmm… I missed you, my love," Firehair moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and crushing her mouth to his again. "Umphh…! Ye--sh! Yes! Ooooooh!"

Marshall answered with a deep, possessive groan. Without thinking, he dropped them both to the ground, never once breaking the rhythm of his greedy thrusts. He laid her on the steel-like floor and covered her completely, hips snapping into her again and again as passionately as they did on their first night.

"Ohhh! Yes! I'm coming, my love!" she gasped with desperate pleasure.

Marshall felt her walls contract around him, a molten squeeze rippling along every throbbing inch of his cock. He felt her long, powerful legs snap around his hips like steel, locking him deep inside her with greedy, desperate strength.

All the while, he slammed down so hard that every brutal pull lifted her ass clear off the ground for a split second. Firehair's body rose with his before he drove her back down with savage force.

Bam!

Marshall fucked her into the ground, pounding her with every last drop of his strength, hips snapping forward in a relentless, flesh-crushing rhythm that made her magnificent tits bounce wildly and her red hair whip across the metallic floor.

Boom!

The ground cratered under Firehair's back, the steel-like surface buckling and sinking under the sheer power of his thrusts.

Boom!

"Mmmmh! Ah, too much!" she cried out as a perfect imprint of her body formed with every devastating impact.

Marshall frowned even as he kept slamming into her. He had never heard those words from Firehair before. She would always beg for more, even when he folded her like a cheap lawn chair. She was just as godly as him, just as unbreakable.

Boom!

He didn't stop. He rammed in even harder, his cock sinking an extra inch from the sheer intensity, stretching her deeper than ever. The ground cracked apart under them, a bigger crater forming as shards of the metallic floor exploded outward, and…

"Mar–sssssshl… you… oooo—grrrrr…"

Marshall paused suddenly. Firehair was… glitching?

Her face distorted into flickering pixels, fracturing and reforming. Then her entire body started to break apart. Slowly, her fiery red hair dissolved into static, her beautiful face melted away into digital fragments, until all that remained was a blank, white, void-like silhouette of a woman. And still, his cock was buried deep inside that pulsing, wet pussy.

"You ain't my… Firehair! You… you whore! You played tricks on me!"

Bam!

He slammed his hips forward in one final, merciless thrust, pouring every ounce of his fury into it.

BOOOOM!

"Nooo—arkk… trrr…"

The entire hall shook violently.

Suddenly, everything turned dark. The ground vanished, the metallic sky shattered. The white silhouette completely broke apart, dispersing into thousands of floating shards.

Marshall's eyes opened suddenly, and he found himself standing right where those vines had started. He looked down and then forward. His eyes were bloodshot, and the frown on his face was something that had only been seen during Marty's demise.

"My Firehair… You fucked with my memory!"

That memory was sacred.

And this Supreme Intelligence was responsible. That was all Marshall needed to know.

"Where are you hiding?!"

There was no stopping Marshall anymore. Supreme Intelligence was dying that day, one way or another.

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