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Moscow,
Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev had just recently become the First Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. He was pretty much the man at the top of the food chain in the USSR.
Only a few years had passed since he took office. Things were going great. They had been testing Dinosia's limits by surrounding the Korean peninsula. And finally, they were about to invade the South. Plans were going according to plan.
And of course, the space mission was also moving at speed. The goal was never to reach the same level as Dinosia, but the United States.
Boom!
Poor Khrushchev failed to even feel his own death, or see it, or hear it. The entire Kremlin just collapsed into a fine paste of rubble. Every other Minister and Secretary present died on the spot. But that wasn't enough; the USSR space program was obliterated, all their launch sites were ruined, and all the intelligent scientists were abducted.
Then, every ruling member of the USSR was killed.
It all happened in the span of a few hours.
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Dinosia,
"I'm Cosmo."
"I'm Kael."
"Diana."
"Helvar."
As soon as Marshall landed back home, everyone gathered on the temple's roof. They were all happy to see a superpowered speaking dog.
Finally, with loud footsteps, Marty arrived. A strange, silent war happened that everyone watched. Marty, whose mere nose was bigger than the dog, glared down. Cosmo wagged his tail the whole time.
"Woof!"
"Wraaaaaaah!"
And then, as if they just became best friends, Cosmo ran, jumped over Marty's tail, and climbed to sit on top of Marty's head.
Marshall laughed from a distance, drinking a lemonade his good, big-breasted witch, Selene, had made.
"Master, Wakandans want to see you," Selene voiced.
Marshall shrugged. "Tell them to keep wanting."
"Hehe, that's what I did. But there's someone else who wants you more, Master."
Marshall stared at his horny witch, her big breasts jiggling, threatening to overflow out of her tight black gown. "Tonight. First, I gotta go and grab some mammoth meat. I'll look for an old one, and then we'll have a damn feast to welcome the newest good boy."
"Can't I come with you?"
"Girl, if you came, I'd come. So, you'd better not come. By the way, find me the current Sorcerer Supreme," Marshall replied with laughter and flew away, summoning his raft midway. He didn't disturb Marty this time as he was busy bonding with Cosmo.
He flew so fast that he split through the clouds. By now, the town he'd allowed to exist was gone. Not only were the people gone, but every piece of non-natural structure was taken away. The electric lines were also removed.
With ease, he found his beautiful mammoths, their numbers now in tens of thousands. That was also why he had to eat one or two to keep them from overpopulating. They had no natural predators, after all.
Now, in his large lands, there was just one wooden loghouse, a nice outdoor fireplace. He landed there and prepared to find a willing volunteer amongst the mammoths. He would give it a gentle, quick death, away from the rest.
Help… please!
"Who… the… fuck… is it… now?!"
Marshall nearly flattened the entire forest in anger. It was taking his every conscious thought to keep the voices away. He was just starting to get the hang of things.
He just knew where the voice was coming from. He angrily stormed into his loghouse, ready to throw out whoever was squatting in his property.
Bam!
"Get out before I—"
Marshall didn't finish his words. Tits, big and juicy, large skin-colored areolas, suckable nipples. Smooth belly with milfy squishiness, thick thighs, and a clean, shaved pussy. Her dark hair reached back to her hips, and her face was… pretty good.
"I… I'm sorry. I got lost, sir. I was… I was lost and… I'm cold."
Marshall watched the woman standing there, as if she had jumped from the bed. She was a head shorter than him and honestly, pretty fuckable. But he was no sex fiend.
"W-Won't you… Please warm me… with your body, sir?"
"..."
Common sense dictated it was a trap. Common sense was chasing Marshall, but he was faster. With a snap, his clothes disappeared from his body. His cock sprang to salute as he walked closer.
"Fear not, sweet cheeks. Your friendly neighborhood heat source is gonna barbecue your shivering tits back to life."
Marshall valiantly walked over to her, letting her get on the bed first. She seemed to be wet and cold. Once she was down on the bed against the wall of the loghouse, he spooned her from behind, his fat cock perfectly passing through her thigh gap, his arms pulling up the blankets and then grabbing her tits.
"What's your name, fine maiden? Your rack's pumping heat like a furnace while the rest of you's graveyard chilly.
"..."
"A-Agatha… Harkness… Dear First Man,"
"Ah, you know me?"
"How can I not? I'm saved. Thank you."
Marshall nodded, massaging her breasts, pulling her nipples softly. "Nothing to worry about. Once you're warmed up, I'll drop you at the nearest town."
"Thank you."
Marshall kept his hand on her breasts, and his cock to the gap. However, it was she who made the move by beginning to rub herself on him, squeezing and sliding her thighs on him. Marshall said nothing; he was enjoying the warmth.
He felt those creamy, soft thighs around his shaft like warm pillows, milking him with every tiny roll of her hips. He let his hands roam with lazy greed, abandoning any pretense of chivalry. Palm claimed her heavy breast, fingers sinking deep into her flesh until the pale mounds spilled between his knuckles like dough.
His thumbs dragged over those wide areolas, circling the stiff peaks until they puckered tighter under his touch. His other arm slid under the curve of her neck, cradling her head while his fingers curled around the opposite breast.
He rolled both nipples between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently at first, then harder.
"Oh! It slipped in!"
The words came out high and startled, but the little tilt of her hips that guided him was anything but accidental. Marshall knew it at that point.
One smooth, practiced shift and the blunt head of his cock nudged past her outer lips, parting the drenched pussy with ease.
Her soaked entrance sucked at him greedily, quivering as the first thick inch sank inside her tight, clutching heat.
"Yeah, slipped right in." Marshall groaned.
One thick arm wrapped around her soft waist, locking her in place, and he snapped his hips forward in one brutal thrust. Every swollen inch speared deep, stretching her open until his balls kissed the plump curve of her ass.
"Aaaaah! You really are… ah… god!" She moaned.
Marshall felt her pussy breathe around him. Clenching, releasing, clenching again in frantic little pulses that dragged heat up his shaft. But he wasn't done playing nice. With a lazy grunt, he rolled them both, keeping her pinned tight against his front.
Now she was sprawled on top of him, her back to his chest like he was her bed, his cock still buried to the hilt from behind.
The blankets were kicked aside in a heap. Agatha landed flat against his broad torso, legs splaying wide, heels digging into the mattress for leverage. Her moist pussy spread obscenely, tits heaving toward the ceiling as one of Marshall's massive arms snaked around her throat from below. His other hand stayed clamped on her breast, kneading possessively while his hips rolled up.
Plap!
The first real upward thrust pierced wet and loud, his balls smacking against her drooling petals. Her pussy sucked him back in with a greedy slurp, gleaming juices already leaking down his shaft.
"There… get that?"
"Yes, oh! I… didn't know I… needed this!" Her words a trembling whine.
Marshall sneered and squeezed harder into that lock, enough to make her cunt flutter harder around his pounding cock.
"Oh, you bet your sweet ass, sparkle-tits! Thought your fairy-ass magic was gonna zap me? Brace that tight hole, princess. I'm about to wring every last glittery drop of sorcery outta your sorry ass while I pound you stupid!" he growled, hips snapping up again, driving so deep her whole body jolted.
"W-Whaaat?!" Agatha's moan fractured into a shocked groan. "W-What? How are you… You shouldn't be… in control!"
Plap! Plap!
Marshall slammed up into her with force, each thrust rattling the rickety bed until the frame groaned. His thick forearm clamped tighter around her slender throat, enough to make her see stars. His other palm flattened hard against her lower belly. Fingers splayed wide, he pressed down so she could feel every brutal inch battering her cervix, the fat cockhead punching deep enough to bruise.
Slosh! Slosh!
"O-Ooooooh!" Agatha shattered almost instantly.
Her thighs quivered and gave out, legs flopping uselessly like wet noodles. Her pussy clamped down in milking spasms, gushing nectar in messy pulses that drenched his shaft and balls. Her mouth hung open in wrecked bliss while high, broken cries tore from her throat.
"Ughh! Aghhh–! Ahh!!"
He didn't let her ride it out. With a guttural grunt, Marshall sat up straight, shoving her forward onto all fours. His cock never left her drenched core, sloshing her clear honey all over his crotch. Still buried balls-deep, still throbbing, he kept drilling her from behind the moment her palms hit the bed.
Pa!
His open palm cracked across one smooth asscheek. The pale globe jiggled, red blooming instant across her skin.
"Mmmmm… Imposs—ible… ngh!"
Agatha went limp, elbows too weak for support, her face mashed into the mattress. Drool leaked from the corner of her slack mouth as her body rocked forward with every brutal thrust. She was now just a trembling, cock-drunk witch getting railed into oblivion.
Marshall's big hands clamped down on her asscheeks. He spread her wide, staring down at that tiny, untouched pucker above her creamy cunt. But he held back. That hole was reserved for special ladies, not scheming little sluts playing games.
"Take that, you sad little witch! You really think your sparkle-fart magic is gonna do jack shit to ME?"
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