It was a cold morning in Manhattan, but for the first time in years, he didn't feel the need to wake up in a rush and dress up for work or to meet a dozen investors, wyers, and whatnot. For the first time, he could call himself independently wealthy, with over two hundred thousand dolrs in his pocket.

  At the age of thirty-six, he felt like he'd made it. Finally, after getting screwed over so many times, beaten up by Edison's bastardly schemes, he had the funds to do his own research independently.

  He had a few ideas, and he was excited to experiment. With a refreshing breath, he got out of his warm bed and looked around at the room, boxes packed with his stuff.

  "Hmm?"

  But then he noticed something. A letter had been slid under his door. He felt annoyed as his letterbox was downstairs at the building's entrance. For someone to climb eight floors to slide in a letter was… pointless.

  Yet, the mind of an inventor was filled with curiosity. He quickly donned some warm clothes, heated the coal stove, and grabbed the strange letter.

  When his fingers brushed against the paper, he frowned. It was soft and smooth, unlike any paper he'd seen before. And the writing on it, the strokes of the pen were so… uniform.

  Seeing his name on it, he quickly broke the wax seal, not bothering to look at what that seal even said. In seconds, he had the single sheet of paper unfolded, though a smaller ticket-like paper fell from it, unnoticed by him.

  "Hm? What?!" He jumped to his feet as he read the rather direct and formal letter.

  [Dear Niko Tes, I am pleased to inform you that your inventive accomplishments have surpassed the threshold set by Dinosia National University. Your AC Induction Motor has intrigued many. Hence, we are inviting you to join us at DNU to pursue any subject of your choice and continue your projects in colboration with fellow experts.

  Your lodging, meals, travel, experimentations, and well-being will be fully supported by the National Intellect Fund. You have one month from receiving this letter to confirm. If we do not hear from you, the invitation will pse.

  If you wish to depart immediately, you will find a travel ticket enclosed. Simply present it at any harbor across the world to board a Dinosian ship, which will provide safe and complimentary passage to Dinosia—Respectfully, Chairman of Dinosia National University, Leonardo Da Vinci.]

  "J-Jesus!"

  Niko Tes wasn't a man who invoked God that much. But he couldn't help it at that moment. His hand shook, holding that letter as he read it a few more times. How could he not? Wasn't this every intellect, every inventor, every schor's dream? To be recognised by Dinosia?

  He'd only heard rumors, but the nation of Dinosia was coined to be the paradise of intellectuals. Away from war, away from ruin and uncertainty, protected by a literal god. Throughout history, so many great inventors have been invited, who went away and never returned. He'd read entire books compiled of names that Dinosia had taken in. And now, to be added to that long list, it was an honor and recognition like nothing else.

  "I… I must go!"

  It didn't take long for Niko Tes to say fuck it to all his pns. Within a day, he sold whatever furniture and instruments he had to his name. Packed two rge suitcases and boarded the Transcontinental Railroad, went to San Francisco, and just as told, he arrived at the harbor.

  He quickly found a rge Dinosian ship, easy to spot, as they all had massive emblems of Dinosia, a dinosaur, the famed First Steed. Besides, Dinosian ships were on average twice the size of any other currently used ship in the world. By that alone, Tes knew that Dinosia was more advanced than the world.

  "Good morning, I…"

  When he approached the ship, he was greeted by an unwelcoming stare. Niko tried to show the ticket, but the man ignored him and pointed him to the captain of the ship.

  Confused, Niko was allowed to board the ship without any checks. Soon enough, he met with the neatly dressed captain, wearing an all-white uniform with golden stripes on his shoulders, very professional.

  There, Tes realised why the previous man was unwelcoming. It turns out, nobody on that ship was Dinosian. In fact, even the captain wasn't a Dinosian. But then, that captain led him out into the harbor again, into a rge brick building, up a floor, into a vish, modern office.

  After a few knocks, the man led him into a rge office, opulent with indoor pnts, electricity, fans, polished wooden furniture, and a massive map of the world on an entire wall.

  What? H-How?

  Niko Tes was surprised. The man in the main seat looked nothing like any he had seen in his life. Tall, broad-shouldered, mongoloid features, yet his hair was golden blonde and his eyes were blue. Looking at the man, it felt as if he was hand-crafted to add as many varying racial features as possible.

  "Ah, DNU ticket?"

  The man stood up and walked over to Tes, hand raised.

  "I'm Niko Tes." Tes shook it right away. "I received it two weeks ago in Manhattan."

  "I am Vincent Chase, the commander of Dinosian Merchant Fleet for the Pacific Ocean. Come have a seat."

  Tes took a seat, curious about the man. "Are you… Dinosian?"

  "I was born and bred a Dinosian," Vincent said. "Only the Fleet commanders and vice commanders are Dinosian, the rest are employed hands. You must understand, a Dinosian finds little satisfaction in tending engines or captaining a vessel. It's not mentally stimuting. I myself had no taste for it, being bent more toward the study of marine biology.

  “But Dinosia requires that each of its intellectuals take up essential offices two or three years out of every ten, for the welfare of all. Thankfully, being a fleet commander is challenging enough. At least it’s no war fleet. That, you know, rests in the hands of the First Man, Lord Azul, and others."

  Niko just digested all that information silently. While he frowned at that mandatory job thing, when he thought about it, he agreed with it. If Dinosia were a nation where everyone was an intellect, then who was left to do odd jobs, jobs that were needed to run the nation? It made sense that the intellectuals would themselves volunteer occasionally.

  "In any case, I have a rge cargo vessel headed to Dinosia this evening. I'll book you on it. It has a few extra executive rooms; you can take one of those."

  Niko Tes watched as the Dinosian fleet commander took out a few documents, stamped them, and signed them with a strange, thin pen. It had a pointy tip, nothing like the pens he'd used before.

  But he asked no more questions, knowing he'd learn everything after reaching the mythical country.

  Learn…

  He expected to do that.

  But after the unusually comfortable voyage with a cozy bed and delightful food, he felt confused about reality itself. As soon as he deboarded the ship at Dinosia's main isnd, he noticed peculiar differences.

  First, there was a train right at the harbor, getting cargo loaded on its ft beds. But what surprised him was that… they didn't use steam. No, they used something else, something far more potent. Then there were those rge cranes that easily loaded and unloaded the ships. And finally, those four-wheeled vehicles, rge, carrying cargo, driven by men. He knew the concept, but this was… far too advanced than anything else out there.

  "You get used to it slowly."

  He heard the ship's captain telling him, as the man deboarded to do whatever his job demanded. As for Niko, he wandered like a clueless tourist, holding the ticket in his hand to show someone.

  And it didn't take long before a man approached him, dressed in a fine suit, a hat on his head, and a grey beard coated his face.

  "You must be Niko Tes. Welcome to Dinosia. I was made aware of your journey." The man extended a hand. "I'm Alexander Graham Bell, head of department for electrical engineering. I read—"

  "You were here?! All this time?!" Tes excimed in shock.

  Bell frowned and scratched his beard. "Isn't that common knowledge?"

  Tes shook his head.

  "Then I suppose my letter didn't reach them. Yes, I accepted Dinosia's invitation years ago when I patented the telephone. I don't regret that decision. Come, let's talk on the way."

  Tes expected a horse carriage, but what awaited them was a mechanical, four-wheeled carriage, smaller than the cargo haulers. This looked far more refined, four doors, long nose, metal-coated, cushioned seats.

  He followed the pioneer, taking a passenger seat as the man started driving the carriage with practiced ease.

  "It must stagger you. I confess, I felt the same. At home, I was esteemed as the inventor of the telephone. Imagine my shock when I nded here and found Dinosians were already using a much more advanced telephone, covering the entire country. I was humbled that day, frog in the well, if I say. You see, the Dinosians have lived here for thousands of years, chasing nothing but science, history, nature, and all sorts of studies. Guarded by the First Man, their progress outstrips ours. I no longer strive to rival them. Instead, I content myself to study what I may, and to lend what service I can."

  Niko Tes frowned and noticed something outside. On that smooth road, there were concrete poles on the sides, carrying wires. "Is that…"

  "That is why I came to pick you up. Dinosians have already mastered the AC current. They use it throughout the country. Every street, every building is connected. Edison is intelligent, but his greed stopped him from seeing the better product. DC has its uses, but it's AC that'll light the world soon enough. It's near sunset, you'll love the view once we enter the university."

  Tes gulped, excited but also hurt. "Then… What purpose do we have here?"

  "I cannot say that I know. I gave up caring, or even trying to grasp it. You may see Darwin at the university; the man still lives, aged though he is, and his words have proven true. We descend from apes, or some kindred form. There are relics within the temple, paintings, and evidence gathered by Dinosian historians from every corner of the earth.

  "First Man guided early humans to improve, taught us how to use fire. He desired to make a country where only the most intelligent of the world lived and thrived. He's been doing it for tens of thousands of years. First Man predates humanity by millions of years if the priests are to be believed. Considering that timeframe, it's useless to question our purpose. Best to do what one is able, study what one finds fitting, and hope it leads to some new spark. Your idea of wireless power seems like a sound path. The DNU is said to be working on it as well. Me too, I want to make wireless telephones next."

  Niko nodded and soon saw the most magical sight.

  As the sun dipped, the rge poles beside the road lit up brightly. He noticed some distant buildings, and they, too, had lights. It felt like a new world entirely.

  "The letter was signed by Leonardo Da Vinci, is…”

  "It's him, indeed. The one from the Renaissance. I don't know how he's alive. He and a few others once tried to band and kill the First Man. They were caught and punished by Lord Azul."

  "Punished?"

  "Not the cruel type. He was locked in a house and forced to make ten inventions to help Dinosia before being set free. And he did it. Built a self-cleaning sewer system for the cities, a handful of bridges, and even a dam. He is well now. I was told it was a demon who bent their minds to attack the First Man."

  "Demon?!" Tes frowned.

  Bell gave a quiet chuckle and nodded. "Wait till you see Lady He, she's a goddess. And the Metahumans, there are also these two sorceresses, half of DNU dreams of them."

  Niko Tes stared at the driver with a bnk face. He wondered if the man was joking with him.

  BOOM!

  Screech!

  All of a sudden, Bell smmed on the brakes, and the car stopped with a skid. The two men looked to the right of the road, at a small patch of pin dirt. It had a rge crater now, with a man standing in it, dressed like a caveman. The man was holding a massive, strangely alien device above his head. It looked like some sort of vehicle, nothing they had seen before.

  "You're lucky, getting to see First Man on your first day," Bell said, eyeing the god on earth. "He rarely stays in Dinosia for long durations."

  "..."

  Niko Tes said nothing, never blinked, stared at the blonde-haired, bearded, rugged man in awe, jaw agape.

  "Good timing, ds!"

  Suddenly, the First Man lowered the massive metal device to the ground and walked up to their car. Tes couldn't help but flinch in fear. However, the ancient god only leaned at his window and looked inside.

  "Ah, ain't you the sex-chat guy?"

  Tes looked at Bell with confusion. And he noticed embarrassment on the legendary inverter's face.

  "Haha… Your Holiness, I was just… testing my telephone that night. I… wasn't aware you were listening."

  "Damn right, I was listening, you freaky boy. Talking about eating ass and shit. I'd do it too, but come on, don't talk too loud about it."

  Tes looked back and forth between them, wondering why the hell they were talking about dustgusting things?

  "This is…" Bell quickly changed the topic. "This is Niko Tes, our new talent. Came from New York just today."

  "Is he now? Hmm… that name…"

  Tes grew nervous. He felt the air suffocating, sitting so close to a literal god.

  "Ain't you the electricity guy? What was that? Tube thing? Used to make my hair stand, neat party trick. Tell you what, can you crank out an electric dildo? Start with batteries. I’ll hand Ajax a jumbo one; she keeps begging for a foot-long all the time."

  "..."

  Tes had no clue what the god was talking about. Who was Ajak?

  "Anyway, check that out. Nabbed it straight outta the damn sky. Alien dickheads thought they could spy on Earth," the First Man pointed at the massive metal thing, the size of at least five cars, that the two inventors were sitting in. "Sex-chat guy, I'm dumping it here. Tell that old fossil Vinci to drag his wrinkled bones here and start studying this thing. It’s a couple of thousand years ahead of the toys you humans got."

  "W-What is that thing, Your Holiness?" Bell asked.

  "Hell if I know, some dinky little alien space jalopy. Kree Empire junk, they're the big boogeyman aliens in space. I think they live in the Andromeda Gaxy, or was it the Large Magell-maniac gaxy? Who the hell cares? Rip it apart, poke it, copy it, act smart.… Ah shit, I left Marty in Greece. Catch ya ter, Electroboy, and Sex-Chat."

  Woosh!

  And just like that, the First Man flew away.

  For moments, Tes blinked dumbly, staring at the rge metal thing that he now knew was an alien spacecraft. He had pondered over it occasionally, the possibility of life out there. The universe was far too rge for humanity to be alone. And right there was his answer. A big, scary answer, because the aliens seemed too advanced and… holding an empire?

  "Mr. Bell…"

  Tes turned to look at the inventor and… found the man's jaw was still agape, frozen, eyes glued to the alien craft.

  "L-Look… body… deadbody!"

  Tes looked back at the spacecraft and indeed, a blue arm was dangling from what seemed like an opening.

  He just sighed, growing numb to shocking revetions one after another.

  What a start.

  ####

  Space, Mars Orbit,

  A rge Accuser warship remained stable in the orbit, out in the open, for there was no civilization nearby that could detect them. They had arrived as soon as they could after receiving the emergency transmission.

  "My Lord, this is the recording taken by the nding craft before it was rendered inoperable."

  Ronan, an imperial family member of the Kree Empire, stared at the rge screen in silence. It showed the surface of the Terra; The clear blue sky and some dry mountains nearby. The wreckage was clear, but the damage didn't look that heavy.

  Then, two Kree soldiers came out of the nding craft. Their mission was to live on Terra and do some experiments on the people there. To check their organic and genetic makeup and how different it was from their previous samples.

  "Ugh… What hit us?" Asked the Kree soldier.

  "I can't say for sure. If it were a missile, our systems would have fgged it. And this world isn't advanced enough for that. They're only just managing standard firearms and crude explosives."

  "Then w—"

  BOOM!

  Ronan crept closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing.

  "What was that!?"

  "Howdy, jackasses. You can't park there. Nah, I’m screwing with you. Damn, blue ones, can't say I hate it. Umm… Fuck, now I can’t stop picturing a fat-bottomed alien mamacita in blue paint. You got one of those, right? Here’s the deal: you win my friendship, and you haul me back to your pnet. Don’t need help, I’ll bag the dies solo. Got some quality meat on me, long, thick, dripping with danger, if you catch my filthy drift."

  "..."

  "What is he saying?" Ronan asked.

  Quickly, an analyst stepped forward. "My Lord, he seems to wish to procreate with a pureblood Kree woman with a rge rear."

  "..."

  Ronan watched the screen again. He couldn't help but feel disgusted but intrigued by the creature. But then, he saw his soldiers do the dumbest thing they could. It made no sense why they'd attack a creature who was clearly special, superpowered, as he literally came from the sky.

  "Stay away, you freak!"

  Bang! Bang!

  The alien bsters struck the man. Yet nothing happened. No wounds, no scratches. Even his clothes were untouched.

  Woosh!

  "Well, sp my ass and call me Santa, you’ve got some shiny toys." The alien man flicked his hand, and the Kree’s guns zipped right into his cws. "Psma, huh? Spicy. I’ll let Azul lick these nerd-guns. He’s the weirdo who jerks off to this crap."

  "W-What are you?!" the Kree soldier shouted.

  Finally, the alien man frowned. "So you came here without doing your homework? That blue skin of yours is basically plot armor; Otherwise, you'd be a smear on my boots. Aliens, turns out, are just as stupid as humans—who knew? Anyway, I’m the First Man, and I own this goddamn pnet! You know what, I'll tax you bastards for this, too. When I come to your home pnet, I'll have a nice chat with your leaders. And no, I won't accept blue mamacitas as tax, that's my right. I'm sure your daddy is watching, so fuck off!"

  Bam!

  Bam!

  All of a sudden, the two Kree soldiers crumbled to the ground, as if gravity had increased under their feet by a few hundred times. They died instantly, bones turned to paste, like soup.

  Then, the First Man approached the nder craft, lifted it with ease, and smashed it around a few times.

  "That should… do the job. No more snooping or…."

  Those were the st words.

  Ronan didn't frown. The matter was beneath him, he felt. Yet, he was intrigued. A man with strange abilities had appeared on Terra. That was exactly what they kept an eye out for. Any genetic mutation that could give them an edge was welcome.

  "We hold this position. He says the pnet belongs to him. Gather every detail possible. Do not set foot below. Observe from above, send droids if needed."

  "My Lord, the pnet is insignificant. Is it worth our attention?"

  "The pnet is primitive, yet the man is not. Carry out my command. That is my order."

  ####

  Earth,

  Marshall wasn't happy. The Eternals had split up due to their goddamn ideological reasons about how to deal with humans. Like they had a fucking say in it without his permission. He was the sole ruler of Earth when it came to deciding all the alien business.

  Now, while they looked like humans, their pussies tasted and felt like humans, he knew they were aliens.

  Ugh, not again.

  Marshall grunted when he entered the massive spaceship that the Eternals had hidden under a mountain in Germany. It didn't even have half of its dwellers anymore and felt more like an abandoned mine.

  "There goes my fun time."

  He pnned to spend a few days and nights with Ajak and Thena, maybe convince them to have a threesome. But his rotten luck, the two women had left to do god knows what for god knows how long.

  Finally, he crossed the automatic door and entered the bridge of the ship, the main area where all the controls and the computers were. It was mostly dark with alien tech, and in the middle was a rge bck stone table, used for meetings or whatnot.

  But the ship wasn't completely empty, it appeared. He noticed someone at one of the control panels, using the holographic dispy to watch some videos. She was dressed in her usual green attire—green leggings and a green blouse, skin-tight. Her hair was the usual, dark, silky, chest-length, and parted in the middle.

  Marshall was never interested in Sersi; he found her boring. But still, she was pretty, no doubt about that.

  "What are you doing?" He asked, walking over to her, realising that she was looking at London, its streets chaotic. "Snooping?"

  "W-What? No, no, First Man." Sersi seemingly woke up from a daze and straightened her back. "I'm just… watching them. Trying to understand them and their ways."

  Marshall scowled, arms folded as he watched the screen. "What's to understand? These jackasses are brain-dead apes with shoes, not much changed in a million years. Just fancy clothes and gadgets."

  "That isn’t true!" Sersi rose to her feet, her tone sharper now. "I’ve watched them, paid attention. They move me. Their feelings, their moments of sorrow and hope. It’s unlike anything else."

  What a nutjob. Even I'm more sane than that.

  Marshall scratched his beard zily."And? Ain’t that bloody simple? You get smacked in the face, you bawl like a baby. You win some damn lottery, you scream like a drunk sailor. Simple crap. Nothing Shakespearean about it. Humans are far more simple than you think. Once you know a few core values of them, you've cracked the code."

  Sersi shook her head, staring at the screen again. "It can't be that simple."

  "It is," Marshall said, and a fun idea rose in his head. "Do you know about the seven deadly sins?"

  "I do."

  "Fine, let’s crank this circus up. I'll enact every single one of those filthy sins and inflict them on you. You’ll take them, then try flinging them back at me the same way. By the end, you’ll get every rotten ape walking this pnet."

  Sersi frowned, rubbing her chin. She wasn't dense; she knew where this would go. She'd seen him intimate with Ajak or Thena plenty of times. It didn't bother her at all. She rather liked it, knowing the two were getting to understand humanity so closely. Marshall was the First Man, after all. In a way, the first ever human.

  "Very well, I understand. You're humanity’s guide, after all. No one would know them better than you."

  Seriously? Marshall was a little surprised. That was… easy.

  "Great. But listen up, sugarplum, once we dive in, you’re strapped to this train wreck till the ugly-ass finale," he warned.

  Sersi just nodded.

  "Alright, the very first sin is Pride," Marshall grunted, wrestling with his trousers before yanking them down, fshing his half-hard, angry meat stick. "It's basically jerking off to your own greatness, your fake crown, your imaginary muscles. Now, if I sm you to your knees and…"

  Before she could answer, he grabbed Sersi by the silky strands of her hair and pushed her down.

  She hit her knees, startled, but there was no time to protest. His cock was already shoving past her lips.

  “Mmhhgkk—!”

  It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. Marshall rammed it home, driving his half-hard shaft down her throat until her nose mashed against his pubes. He held her there, grinding her face against his groin, letting her smell his sweat and feel every twitch.

  Her emerald eyes went wide, hands instinctively flying to his hips, but she didn’t push him away.

  "I do this 'cause I goddamn feel like it, 'cause I’m the First Man, or so I keep telling myself," Marshall bbbered, knowing it’s pure horseshit. "And you, First Man’s woman, think you can choke down the First Man like it’s your holy duty. You gag, you tear up, but hell, you won’t quit. That pathetic pride of yours won’t let you."

  He was right. Her pride screamed to pull away. But some deeper part of her, some immortal instinct, refused. Instead, she moaned, a low, wet hum that vibrated along his length.

  "Shit, that mouth of yours is working overtime! Now choke it down harder!" Marshall barked, cock stiff as hell, buried to the hilt in her throat, savoring the spasms. "I cough up these words only thanks to my rotten… pride in… authority."

  Gluk!

  Sersi choked up; it was too much. His cock was thick, too thick, bulging, throbbing hard, stuck like a thick meat stick in her throat, stretching her jaw to the limit.

  "Show me your damn pride, Sersi. Gag on it, choke like a champ, suck till your skull rattles and your eyes sm shut. Wear that mess like a badge of honor."

  Sersi obeyed. She pulled back just enough to suck in a breath, then plunged herself forward again, hard. Her nose buried itself into his groin with a wet smack, his cock disappearing down her throat.

  “Mmmhhuuukk!” she gagged, tears springing to her eyes, mascara streaking instantly.

  But she didn’t stop. She pulled back, strings of spit stretching from her lips to his shaft, then smmed her face forward again, her throat clutching around him with a wet, sucking squelch.

  Marshall’s toes curled.

  His jaw clenched as he felt every inch of it. Her throat wasn’t just taking him, it was shaping him, curving him, bending him along its tight, wet path. Each swallow wrung him out like a fist made of silk, massaging his length.

  "Now, princess…" Marshall cmps both hands on her skull like he was cracking open a stubborn jar lid.

  "Greed. That’s sin number two. Ain’t gotta be gold or crowns. I’m greedy for the warmth of your throat, greedy to stay buried inside till time itself forgets me. And you? Your greedy ass just wants to guzzle me down like some fucked-up smoothie."

  He pulled her head in until his balls smacked her chin.

  Gluk! Glkhhh! Shllkk!

  Sersi gagged, drooled, but her tongue kept moving, licking along his base even as her throat tried to cope. Spit poured from her lips, frothing white as she bobbed faster, her own hands clutching his thighs for leverage. Her moans turned into sloppy, wet hums each time his tip battered her tonsils.

  “Umphhh! Oohmmm! Ummm!”

  His cock bulged visibly in her throat with each thrust, a thick outline that rose and fell as he fucked her face raw.

  Her face was a mess. Her green eyes were gssy and wet, streaks of mascara cutting down her cheeks like bck rivers. Her lipstick smeared all over his shaft, her chin glistened with spit, and a string of drool hung from her lower lip down to her chest. Rain of saliva dotted her clothes, soaking the fabric over her tits.

  Marshall snarled, thrusting harder, faster. His grip on her skull was iron as he rammed his hips forward, his balls spping her slick chin, her nose crushed to his groin.

  Her eyes rolled back, her throat flexing desperately around him. Yet her tongue still worked, swirling around his crown each time he pulled back, licking him clean before sucking him back in.

  "Gaaaah! That’s it, strangle it with your lips! Harder! I’m about to paint your insides like a crime scene, Sersi. Ungh! Choke on every st filthy drop!"

  Glkhhh! Shlk–shlk! Gllllkkhh!

  The room echoed with wetness, a symphony of choking gulps and slimy plunges. Spit flew in arcs, bubbles frothing at the corners of her lips as he pummeled her mouth with the same brutality he used on cunts. Her throat slurping wetly around him.

  Sersi’s hands dug into his thighs, knuckles white, as if holding on through a storm. Her jaw ached, her throat stretched around the monstrous intruder, but she didn’t stop. Her pride wouldn’t let her. If this was how humans showed pride and greed, she would take every single filthy drop.

  "Arrrgh! Hell yeah, it’s coming! That’s my blood, sweat, and insanity, and now you’re gonna gulp down my pride and greed like the good little cum guzzler you are. Swallow!" Marshall snarled, throwing his head back.

  Her emerald eyes widened just as he rammed home one st brutal time. Her throat cmped around his cock as it throbbed and erupted deep inside her.

  She gagged, eyes rolling, as hot, white ropes bsted straight into her stomach. It was too much, too deep. It felt like molten va flooding her insides, endless. Her nose fred, cum threatening to spurt out through it, sticky heat leaking out the corners of her lips. Her throat convulsed around him in instinctive swallows, trying to obey even as she choked.

  “Mmmhhggkkhh!”

  Spurt after spurt pumped into her until it leaked back, froth of white spilling from her stretched lips and coating her chin.

  Marshall held her head there, groaning like an animal, savoring the obscene sight of her messy, flushed face, forced to take it all.

  "Sweet suffering fuck… that was nasty," Marshall muttered as his cock slid free, watching those shiny spit-webs cling to her lips. "Clean yourself up, we’re clocking into Lust next."

  Panting, Sersi did just that.

  She used whatever powers she had to completely wipe her mouth and lips clean, removing any trace of his cum. But her eyes were still red and watery, her dark mascara smudged.

  "H-Humans… are this… brutal?" Sersi asked.

  "No," Marshall replied. "Worse, actually. What I'm doing is controlled, aware. What they do is… mindless. Now, to Lust. Remove all them clothes."

  Marshall led by example and removed every single piece of cloth on his body, revealing his chest with masculine hair. He let his wrist guards remain, though. His cock was still hard, glistening with her spit, a fat vein throbbing along the shaft as a single drop of cum dangled from the tip.

  Sersi hesitated for only a moment. With a casual snap, her green attire dissolved into sparkling light, leaving her standing bare and perfect in the cold light of the bridge.

  "Tight!" Marshall grunted at the stunning sight.

  She may be boring, but her body wasn't. While not thick and curvy like Ajak, or tall and built like a war goddess, Thena, Sersi had a homely shape, like a man’s first love.

  Her hips fred just enough to make his hands itch to grab them, smooth and soft, tapering into the neat, perfect mound between her thighs. Her breasts were the kind that begged to be suckled, perfect, perky handfuls, full and round, swaying slightly as she breathed. The dusky nipples were already hard and begging for a mouth. Her stomach was ft and toned, the kind of belly you’d want to drag your tongue over just to see her shiver.

  Every inch of her pale skin seemed to glow like polished marble, fwless. Her long, dark hair spilled down over one shoulder, framing her naked body like some perfect painting brought to life.

  Marshall’s cock twitched at the sight.

  Before Sersi could react, Marshall stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer with sudden force.

  "Oh?!" Sersi excimed at the sudden movement.

  Marshall swopped in, crouched, threw both his arms between her legs, and just yanked them up and wide, lifting her slender body in the air like she was nothing, a toy for his use, while he stood tall and mighty. Her legs dangled off the side of his shoulders while her ass dipped down. Her arms automatically hugged his neck.

  "Lust means exactly what it says. It’s that shameless itch in my pants. I feel it, I’m not even pretending I can leash it. Lust isn’t evil; it’s survival. But when it’s foaming at the mouth, like right now, it’s a goddamn problem," Marshall barked and let her drop.

  His cock jammed into her soaked, greedy heat, prying her open like a crowbar.

  "Feel that, my rabid lust tearing into you. Admit it, you’re just as wrecked, you want it, you want it deeper, harder, until you’re split wide and ruined in the best way."

  "Aaaah!"

  Her breath caught, and she clenched against the ache.

  The stretch tore at her, raw and real, and she almost pulled away. Almost. He was too much, bigger than anyone she had ever taken before, pushing past what she thought she could bear. It stung, but she held on, because she wanted to know how it felt to be human. Wanted to let him in, even if he was breaking her apart.

  "Yeah, feel that? You're just dangling like a broken doll while I cram this fat cock into you. Fuck, it’s choking me out! Let me in, Sersi, let me pour every rotten drop of lust I’ve got and ram it so deep it echoes!" Marshall growled, hefting her up with ease and dropping her again, his grip ironcd.

  "Oooooh!" Sersi arched her back, letting out a shaky moan, her body tensing as he pushed into her, deeper than she thought she could take.

  Every inch scraped and pulsed inside her, filling her so wide it almost hurt. Her cunt felt wrecked, stretched raw, but she didn’t stop him. This was human, real, heavy, and alive inside her. She trembled, torn between shame and need, her lips parted as she whispered, “It’s… so much!”

  "Well, congratutions, sweetheart, that’s a human cock all right," Marshall muttered, then rammed into her like a jackhammer. He bounced her like a ragdoll, legs filing, ass spping against his thighs while her snug cunt cmped down like it wanted to steal his soul. "Now… time for the damn sin of Envy."

  "Oh… yessss~" She literally sang.

  It was her nature. She loved humans, wanted to protect them, and understand them more deeply. She felt sympathy for them, and now, she felt a human inside her in the most intimate way. She could see why Ajak and Thena did it. It was… enlightening.

  "You actually tied the knot with that bastard, huh?" Marshall frowned all of a sudden, staring at her face like she'd taken something from him. "How the hell could you? I should’ve been the first one balls-deep in you. I feel… green with envy… goddamn it!"

  Sersi's eyes widened in shock, Ikaris coming to her mind. She felt it, through Marshall, what envy would have felt like. His expression looked as if he was hurt by her choice. And being a radical empath, she felt saddened and wrapped her arms around his head.

  "Oooooh… I… forgive me!"

  "Envy can be anything, ck of quality, skill, possession, or desires," Marshall expined, continuing that unrelenting pumping. His aim was just one. "Now kiss me... Show me you’re mine so I don’t rot in this filthy envy."

  “Oh… You poor thing,” Sersi moaned, feeling him hit deep in her. Being an absurdly emotional Eternal, with her even more absurd love for humans, lines blurred for her. No longer a lesson, she felt it was all real. “Take me however you want. I’ll let you… I’m yours.”

  What? Nutjob, really.

  Marshall was just acting like a good teacher. He genuinely was teaching her about the seven sins. While it felt like a game, he was enjoying it, talking like some sort of god. But he had to say, she was a very pretty and snug nutjob.

  "Ungh… I'll do that… fuck! Oh, Sersi, you… Ummmmh!"

  Sersi did as promised and kissed him with so much passion that even Marshall started melting. While he hauled her up and down on his cock, smming her into soreness, she shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. She tangled it there, careless of spit, of dirt, of shame. Her eyes shut tight, she let herself fall, handed him the reins, a wild surrender to his mortal craving.

  "Mmmmh…"

  Marshall’s head tipped back as he hauled her down again, and this time he let a raw groan tear out of him. “Ffffuuuck—”

  She was too damn tight; every drop-down felt like trying to shove a tree trunk into a vice. He could feel every ridge, every squeeze, her slick walls dragging and clinging, milking him like they had a mind of their own. Each time he bottomed out, her belly rippled with the force, her hips smacked wetly against his, and he swore he felt her heat swallow his cock deeper.

  His thighs flexed, his grip bruising, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing like wet appuse through the ship’s empty halls.

  Pp! Pp! Pp!

  "Jesus… I’m right there… I’m about to spray your pussy like a busted fire hydrant. That son of a bitch will know I branded you with my goddamn signature!"

  Marshall’s roar was guttural, feral, tearing from deep in his chest as he bottomed out and held her there, impaled to the root. His cock pulsed like a living thing, then exploded.

  Splrrrt! Splrrrch! Shlk!

  The first pump hit her alien womb like a thrown fist, hot and thick, gushing straight into her core. The next followed so fast she swore she could hear it, wet bubbles popping where their bodies were sealed together. It spilled out around him in frothy rivulets, warm cream leaking down her thighs in sticky trails, dripping onto the floor beneath them.

  Marshall didn’t even let her breathe between bsts. His hips jerked, driving himself deeper each time, as if trying to paint the very back of her soul white. “Take it all… every filthy drop…”

  "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssss~!" Sersi cried out like she was summoning fire. "Yours… all yours, I’m… break me, fill me, give it all to me… whatever you want… oh… love!"

  Marshall stared at her curiously for a moment but didn't stop, feeling that creampie flow. But he wasn't done yet. Three more sins were left.

  "Now, for the Gluttony part," Marshall growled, ramming her down again like he was trying to break her. He blinked, actually shocked she hadn’t come once. "This ain’t about stuffing your face with cake. It’s about stuffing you stupid. I’m not stopping till you’re dripping with so much of my cream they’ll need a mop and a priest."

  Sersi’s eyes rolled up, her lips parted with a low cry as she reached her limit. She was sore in the heat of her flesh, every nerve so tender that the faintest pulse of his cock made her shake. But this human, she felt his emotions; she wanted him to feel loved. "Yes… please."

  "Now… Wrath!"

  "Oh!"

  Marshall suddenly moved, pulled her for his cock, and put her down on the alien spaceship's dark floor. He watched her submissive face and just felt his cock near explode. But he had something in mind, and quickly made her turn on her hands and knees.

  "Wrath is anger, but it comes in types, shapes, and forms." Marshall slid in behind her, nice and slow, until he bottomed out with a wet little pop. "Sometimes you fuck with such reckless fire it’s wrath giving you the middle finger."

  "Ooooh!" Sersi gasped as he drove into her so deep it rattled her bones, a storm tearing through her veins, her skin alive with goosebumps. She didn’t just feel his body but the surge of his fury and lust tangled together, and it ripped her wide open inside.

  Her spine bent, hips straining higher. "Mmmmh… I feel… it… Ah!"

  Then came the sound, wet, spping as he started pounding her without mercy. Each withdrawal made her pussy suck greedily at his girth, a filthy, sucking that only made him drive in harder.

  "Ahhh! Ahhh! Mmmmh!" she cried, her arms quivering under her, until Marshall suddenly grasped her hair and yanked.

  "This is wrath, rough, dirty, filthy, yet intensely hot!" Marshall cimed and rammed her like he wanted to bruise her, wanted her crawling, limping, cursing his name for days, stretched so wide she'd swear no man ever fit the way he did. He gred at the hypnotic bounce of her asscheeks, every sm a thundercp in a swamp of sin.

  "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Each thrust she received knocked the air out of her lungs. His hand twisted her hair with a punishing grip that only fed her hunger. Her tongue wagged helplessly as raw moans poured. "Mmmmh… yes, yes, yes… So… human… I love… humans!"

  "..."

  "And Sloth… apathy… like I’m about to bust in you for the second time. No pity, no goddamn conscience, not even a half-assed apology. I grab, I keep, I wreck. The world can choke on it."

  He rammed her so hard her arms finally buckled.

  Her face hit the cold floor, cheek pressed sideways, lips parted and drooling as she panted like an animal. Her ass stayed up in the air, a perfect, quivering target as Marshall let go of her hair and watched her pussy spyed around him. Every time he pulled back, her wet petals clung to him before letting him go with a wet squelch and then devouring him again when he smmed back in.

  "Apathy is if…" he snarled, licking his middle finger with obscene exaggeration, then jammed it into her tight back door without warning. "If I do this."

  "Aaaaaaunnnngh! D-Do it… Take me… break me, make me burn, anything you crave, I am yours…. Mmmmh… I love… humans!"

  "..."

  Did I break her? That thought arose in his head.

  Pp! Pp! Pp!

  His hips smacked against her ass with meaty, obscene sps, each thrust rocking her forward, his middle finger working her ass in rhythm with his cock splitting her pussy open.

  "Uhhhnnnn! Mmmmh!" she sobbed through her moans, her body twitching under him.

  Then he saw it, her arm moving under her own body, her fingers working frantically at her clit.

  Marshall chuckled, sweat dripping from his chin. He smmed harder, faster, like a machine, the sound turning obscene.

  Slrk! Schlk! Pp! Shlkkk!

  The chamber was filled with wet sps and guttural noises, their bodies making a soundtrack so loud it had to be echoing down the ship’s corridors. If another Eternal was anywhere nearby, they’d hear this filth and know exactly what was happening.

  "Aaaaaah, yes, yes, let me come, hm? Just once… Just this time… Then you can… tear me apart if you wish. Put it there too… in my back… I’ll take it for you, I crave it… oooooh!"

  It was pure madness in that chamber. Filth at its peak form. Marshall was shocked by the results himself. He was just having fun, but it turned into something insane.

  "Fine! Come for me, Sersi. Let it loose, spill on my fat cock. Make me choke on your filthy mess, hurry it up before I shoot my load in your guts!"

  "Aaaaaahhhh!" she screamed, and then it struck.

  She squirted like a fire hose, spraying the floor beneath them, soaking her own thighs, soaking his balls, soaking him. Each pulse came with a violent spasm, her entire body jerking forward like she’d been shocked, pussy convulsing around him so hard he almost lost his grip on her hips.

  For a long minute, the gush kept coming, until the floor beneath them was a puddle and she was twitching helplessly, her muscles locking and releasing around his cock, her whole body limp but still riding out the aftershocks.

  Marshall was right there with her. With a roar, he smmed forward one st time, burying himself to the hilt. Her spasming walls milked him, coaxed him, until his balls tightened.

  Then, he erupted.

  Hot, sticky ropes of cum shot into her, filling her so full it mixed with her own flood and spilled back out in messy streams, running down her smooth thighs and onto the already-soaked floor. It was too much, so fucking much.

  "Gaaah… fuck!" Marshall groaned and pulled out right away, falling on his ass. He watched as her pussy throbbed, that gaping hole dripping with a mix of both their culmination.

  Sersi didn't move, stayed like that, face on the floor, ass high up.

  Did she pass out? And what was that about loving humans?

  Marshall, aware that he already had enough crazies to deal with, got up quickly and put his clothes on. Then, he scratched a message for her on the bck stone table.

  Hope you understand humans better now. See you around.

  He wanted to suggest that she can contact him again if she needed another lesson. He did enjoy it. But something primordial, like an innate sense, warned him to just get the fuck out of there.

  And he did just that.

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  When Marshall fucked over Europe for running amok in Africa, and imposed tax on every country with a colony, the happiest nation was the United States of America. Because now, finally, they weren't the only ones facing the First Man's wrath.

  It was the turn of the millennium as the 1900s rolled in.

  Dinosia thrived and grew richer each passing day. Wealth inconceivable by the world gathered in a small nation of just a few isnds. It was a utopia for all those with a little extra brain. The temple of First Man had to once again dig more underground levels to store all the newly gained riches.

  Yet, the isnd nation remained closed shut, never opening its borders to the world. Only some diplomats and recognised traders got to go there. At times, a few remarkable young children went to study. But out of every ten who'd go to study, rarely one or two would leave.

  But that couldn't be said about the world. Wars, hunger, and disease were common. Asia was crippled, the Boxer Rebellion crushed, and ancient nds turned into colonies. Not sves officially, but not far from it. The rich grew richer, the poor grew poorer, a tale as old as time.

  Empires fought each other for possession of foreign nds, like Britain and the Dutch in South Africa.

  And in the United States, the same was the case, but worse was it for the man in the White House. He'd won the Spanish-American War, the Philippine-American War, and, of course, his support for big businesses, tariffs, and the gold standard. Then in 1901, a random bloke just offed the guy out of nowhere. He said it was his duty, and that was that.

  However, the next guy who came to the office was a strange one. An optimist, a visionary, and more than that, crazy.

  The first thing Theodore Roosevelt did after entering office was to look at why they were struggling financially. And sure enough, thirty percent was going to the First Man. Now, instead of blindly screaming injustice, Roosevelt did something new.

  He was a man who had done his homework. He'd studied the First Man and knew what kind of man he was. Theodore concluded that they weren't much different. Of course, other than the difference between a god and a mortal.

  "Pass a message to Dinosia. President Theodore Roosevelt of America wants to challenge the First Man to a beer-drinking competition." Theodore ordered, much to the entire Congress's dread.

  In one week, the First Man himself nded on the White House wn, holding a massive crate of bottled beer. Along with him came the huge dinosaur, the kid, and the most beautiful seven-foot-tall woman any had ever seen. They knew who she was, the First Man's woman, mother of his child.

  And honestly, seeing the height difference between the First Man and the woman, every man in the White House felt their chest swell with pride. Truly, a god for a reason.

  What followed was the most epic party the White House had ever held. A feast, unlike anything, food, drinks, and even the Secret Service calmed down since a literal god was there. Who had the guts to try anything?

  And of course, the drinking competition.

  Cnk!

  "Bahaha! Teddy, you walrus bastard, is that all? Use that damn fat belly!" Marshall was on his twentieth bottle while the President was on his ninth.

  The staff was cheering. Young Helvar was held by his colr by He, as the young guy tried to drink a beer.

  Thud!

  But as, a mortal couldn't compete with a god. Theodore Roosevelt fell, with a big smile on his face.

  Yet, the man had no regrets, for he received what he wanted. Finally, officially, the First Man lifted the taxation he had imposed on America. Theodore Roosevelt's magic had worked. He had realised long ago that to men like the First Man, wealth and rewards didn't matter. What mattered were experiences and friendship.

  And Theodore Roosevelt did just that. Earned the god's friendship.

  From that drinking competition, the tale of the President who befriended a god began. A tale that would one day be written down in storybooks, turned into movies, and shows.

  ####

  1903, North Carolina,

  "Dad, I wanna try it too!"

  "I'll go first, then you can try," Marshall said as he prepared, feeling excited despite how pointless it was. "Today’s the day, Helvar. The whole damned world shifts. Even the Dinosians haven't cracked this, but these two blokes will. I'll drag them to Dinosia after this."

  "Grawwwr."

  "I know, Marty. But flying on a raft is different, and this is different. This thing lets all the idiots of the world take to the skies," Marshall said, a rare moment of coherent verbal exchange. "Even Teddy's here to see."

  "Uh… First Man? It's complete."

  "About time!" Marshall cpped his hands and walked towards the pretty, flimsy yet impressive aircraft called the Wright Flyer. And Marshall had volunteered to fly it because… why not?

  He had found the Wright Brothers by mistake while he was flying over the skies. He saw them struggle with an early design and nded to check it out. No regrets.

  A pretty rge crowd had gathered there. From tourists to news journalists with their rge cameras. Then there was a rge number of police force guarding the President.

  "Let's do this!" Marshall excitedly slid into the pilot position and grabbed the elevator control. There was also a hip cradle for banking the pne, and a rudder in the back. It was a rather complex machine despite how simple it was.

  In moments, the engine started to make some noise, and eventually, the propellers rotated.

  Wooosh!

  Then, the catapult was released. The fragile aircraft was thrust forward at speed, and Marshall controlled it without using any of his powers. He maneuvered it like a normal human and then… he was flying.

  He gained height. The wind direction swayed him, and he rode it. Aerodynamics was a thing that he understood to a degree. It was like common sense. He turned the pne, realising he'd gained quite an altitude, more than what they had pnned.

  Maybe a trick?

  He turned the crude pne towards the rge audience, wanting to show the pne up close.

  "Hmm?"

  But right as he closed in on the people, his hawk-like eyes and T-Rex nose noticed something, or rather someone. A tall woman in the crowd, wearing a full gown, a wide hat on her head, but…

  Blue skin? Kree invasion?

  "Not on my damn watch!"

  Wooosh!

  All of a sudden, the pne started to dive down.

  ####

  Meanwhile, on the ground.

  W-What? I just came to watch them fly! W-Why's he coming towards me… oh no!

  Shhh~

  She could hear the machine getting closer. The people around her had started to run. Like them, she turned and ran, quickly using her ability to mask her face.

  "Why? Why are you chasing me?!" She cried in panic, not sure if she could take the literal god head-on.

  She had feared this. But her curiosity got the better of her. Despite all her fears, she came to watch the machine fly and… now she was running for her life.

  Being chased, just because she was a mutant? Wasn't she allowed to just… exist?

  Raven Darkh?lme gritted her teeth and tried to run as fast as she could.

  But she knew there was no running from the First Man.

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  A/N: This Raven is still pretty young, I'd say in her mid to te twenties. She's not the future cold and calcuting Raven. This one's lonely, cautious, resourceful, impulsive, and emotionally raw. She's trying to fit in with the world, constantly traveling, and surviving.

  ADVANCE CHAPTERS and Marshall X Raven/Mustique NSFW ART now up on and SUBSTAR