With that, Marshall made the raft take to the skies. Once an altitude was reached, he turned to the blonde woman. "What do you wanna do?"
"Everything… Eh, I mean… I'll attempt to probe your mind, and I hope you can push back. I'd like to see just how far I can go… especially with you," Emma respectfully requested.
"Sure, I can do that. I got my powers from Firehair, the one… Forget it. Go ahead." Marshall walked a few steps from her and crossed his arms. He stared right into her blue eyes, waiting.
Ah! There it is.
He immediately felt something trying to probe into his mind. It felt like an invisible hand that could phase through matter. And it was touching his brain. He quickly pushed against it, locking his mind.
The probe became stronger. From a gentle touch, it turned into a rough hammering. It felt sharp and strong enough to kill an average human if they were probed like that.
But Marshall barely felt threatened. He completely locked down his mind.
"Aaaagh!" Emma grunted.
But right then, Marshall felt something. Just as he sensed Emma giving her best, he was able to hear her thoughts. They were like whispers and echoes, but it was her voice.
Ummm… First Man… So glad to meet you again. Wish I could just… come and kiss you. You ruined men for me. I can't think of any other… Uh… this is hard. He's too powerful… Wish I could be like Raven and the rest. One of his… Ugh… I should focus.
"..."
Marshall listened to all her thoughts. And the thing about mental communication was that he also felt her actual desire. She was aroused by his pushback. She wanted to be kissed, touched by him, and all the other dirty things.
He smirked.
Alright, let's play.
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Emma suddenly felt completely pushed out of First Man's mind. She instantly knew she was being probed instead. It was far too subtle to even notice. She hesitated and refused to take her diamond form. This was training, not a fight.
Oh? What is this? He's… thinking about me?
Emma didn't hear any voice, but saw an image in her mind. In it, she had removed her cape and straddled First Man's face without her underwear and skirt, completely sitting on his mouth, clenching her soft thighs around his head.
He wants me to… do that?
"Mmmh…" All of a sudden, she was hit by a sense of arousal. She looked at the First Man and felt nothing but lust in his eyes. "I… I…"
Emma surrendered to the pull, her heels clicking decisively across the flying raft's wooden deck as she came closer to the First Man. Floods of visions crashed through her thoughts; endless scenes of ecstasy, her body twisted under his touch, pleasured in ways that broke through human limits.
She halted inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his chest. He loomed taller, but not overly so, his godly presence drawing her in. Rising onto her toes, she slid her soft, pale hands into the coarse tangle of his beard.
"I dreamt of this for so long, First Man."
"And it's coming true."
Taking it as the green light she craved, Emma lunged forward, crashing her lips against his in a frenzy.
She devoured his mouth, sucking and biting at his lips, smearing them with streaks of her vivid blue lipstick. Their tongues dance the filthy tango as she felt his rough hand clamped onto her ass, fingers digging into the firm globe before hooking under one thick thigh, hoisting her right leg high against his side.
She sloshed her tongue into him heatedly, sliding over his. She ground her hips forward for more, lost in the wild rhythm of their kiss.
"I… want to--"
The words barely escaped her swollen lips before the First Man yanked back, dropping flat onto the raft floor with a thud on the speeding raft, wind roaring past as they soared over the endless ocean waves far below.
Woosh!
Emma was surprised for a moment, but quickly stripped away her long white skirt with an eager rip. Then, she peeled off her white panties, kicking them aside with her dainty feet. Naked from the waist down, her corset was the only thing clinging to her slender torso.
She was utterly exposed, displaying her perfect legs that flared up to those amazing hips, curving and smooth as fine porcelain. Her core already glistening in the salty air.
Her heels clicked as she swung a leg over, straddling his face with her back to his toes. Looking down at his rugged face, she parted her knees wide, lowering herself inch by inch.
Her trimmed mound was bare, puffy pink lips soaked, and now twitching, begging for contact. She perched first on her heels, gasping at the blast of his hot breath scorching her core, sending shivers racing up her spine.
But then she felt those powerful arms shoot up, coiling around her thighs, yanking her down fully onto her knees. The sudden drop buried him completely, her dripping folds smothering his mouth and nose.
"Ah--!"
Emma fell forward, palms slapping the deck for balance as her full hip weight crushed down, her fluffy thighs engulfing his head entirely.
She felt it as the First Man squeezed her thighs inward with brutal force, choking himself entirely, sealing her tight around him. She knew what he wanted.
"Ooooooh!"
She had fantasized about this since the day he rescued her, wondering how the First Man would feel buried inside, if any mortal could rival the god between her legs now.
Oh! This is amazing! That tongue!
The thought exploded in her mind as ecstasy ripped through her.
Emma marveled at how he could breathe under her, his heavy arms snaking tighter around her thighs, hauling her ass down with such hunger that her knees scraped raw against the rough wood. She was practically sitting on his face, her thighs locking in and her pussy smothering his entire face.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned towards the sky.
It felt heavenly. His tongue diving impossibly deep, swirling and circling in sloppy, slithering strokes that splayed her inner core. The tip scarping her moist walls, touching every sensitive spot. The tongue felt thick, almost like the cock she yearned for, stretching her entrance with relentless pressure.
Her arms trembled weakly, her lips parched, eyes pooling tears from the overwhelming pleasure swelling in waves.
It wasn't just the pleasure, it was the raw emotion, the awareness of who it was between her legs. This was the First Man, eating her up like she was a delicacy. An oyster pried open and utterly slurped up.
Slurp! Slurp!
She heard the sounds his tongue was making. Every wet, dirty slosh stroking her lewd fantasy.
She reckoned a god would be disgusted by such acts. But he was the god, after all, her god. This was her reckoning, his mouth devouring her entire pussy. Lapping her leaking juices, sucking her sensitive nub, probing every flushed fold, teasing her clit with merciless wet flicks that buckled her knees to submission.
"God! Ah, ah… Yes, I'm so close…. Oh! I'm sorry! I shouldn't!"
Emma gasped, her body betraying her every attempt at restraint, thighs quivering uncontrollably around the First Man's buried face. She bucked wildly, pleasure coiling tighter in her gut, but shame flickered through the haze. He was the First Man; she couldn't defile him like this.
Desperate, she pushed up on her arms, trying to lift her hips free, but his iron grip clamped harder around her hips, pinning her down as her relentless trembling only fueled his hunger.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah… So much!"
She shattered into oblivion, her pussy clenching and gushing in violent spasms. Clear nectar burst out as ecstasy sparked through her shivering body. It was a filthy mess, juices squirting hot and slick down her thighs, and dripping onto his face and mouth.
No! What have I done!
Panic sliced through the aftershocks as she pictured his divine face smeared in her slick, ruined by her mortal filth.
Finally, his arms released her, and Emma scrambled to her feet, legs wobbling. "Ah! I'm sor—"
"Bah! Dammit, woman! Should've told me you've got a pussy this tasty. Would've eaten the hell out of it by now," he muttered, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.
"..."
"Come on then, take a seat on the throne now. Let me have a look at those wide cheeks."
"..." Emma stood frozen, speechless. Her god's crass words struck like a drug, flooding her veins with sinful heat. He was filthy, unrefined, and it made her feel deliciously degraded. Oh, this was a dream come true.
"It will be my honor."
Marshall savored the lingering tang of her on his tongue. That perfect pink, puffy pussy was pristine, begging for more abuse. She was a masterpiece, every curve screaming its need to pleasure, but now his cock throbbed urgently, demanding entry.
Laziness kept him sprawled on the raft's deck, so he let her work for it.
He watched her turn, her impeccable ass swaying as she positioned herself over him in reverse, knees bracketing his hips, her back towards his chest. A vision of fair perfection aimed straight at his face. Oh, her ass was gorgeous, thick, wide, and pale as snow, not a single spot of blemish, smooth and soft as pure marble.
Her asscheeks parted slightly to frame the gaping slit above his rigid shaft, eager to swallow him whole. The raft's motion added a hypnotic sway, pussy hovering inches from his swollen tip, ass flexing as if daring him to conquer.
Marshall didn't wait for her to come down. As she dropped to her knees, gripping his veined cock to line it up, his claws raked her asscheeks. He kneaded the tender flesh, fingers sinking deep. Softer than clouds, they yielded under his grip, spilling over his palms like warm dough.
Fuck!
Heaven instantly enveloped him as Emma speared herself down, her stretched pussy lips splaying wide, pink inner walls blooming open around his girth, swallowing him inch by brutal inch.
He stared transfixed at the obscene stretch, her pussy struggling to grip his shaft.
"Oooooh! That's… big," Emma moaned, leaning forward to brace on his knees, forcing herself lower.
But he felt it; she took him fully, right down to his base. Her tight heat cradled his length in floating bliss, warm and unyielding. Her insides twitched and stretched, sucking on his girth in blissful waves.
Marshall shut his eyes, groaning low, letting the sensation wash over him. Pure, divine friction pulsing along every ridge.
Slosh!
Then he felt her start to move, petals sliding up and down his wet shaft. She moaned and cried out, hips slamming down with greedy abandon.
He opened his eyes again and watched it all as she rose onto her heels, pounding herself on his flesh pole with savage rhythm. Her pussy was leaking and drooling all over his cock, sputtering more of her nectar as she slammed onto his base.
Plap! Plap!
He saw her marshmallowy asscheeks clapped flush against his pelvis on every plunge. The impacts rippled through her flesh, jiggling deliciously. Her pussy lips dragging outward on each upstroke, slick and clinging, then hammering back in to bury him balls-deep. It was gorgeous.
However, there was something else just as beautiful.
For the life of him, Marshall couldn't recall a prettier puckered hole, pale white skin blushing faint pink, winking with her every drop. It was calling to him, breathing.
Marshall couldn't help it. He dragged his right middle finger across his tongue, coating it thick with spit, then jammed it straight onto her back door, the tight pucker surrendering under pressure as he probed the resistant rim. He pushed in with need, breaching the hot, clenching hole, sinking knuckle-deep.
Emma faltered instantly, her hips stuttering mid-plunge, body tensing around his buried cock as the intrusion stretched her star-shaped hole.
"Aaaaaaargh! God!" A sharp gasp ripped from her throat, her ass clenching hard around his finger.
"Don't stop," Marshall snarled. He twisted his finger deep, fucking her ass in brutal thrusts.
As she struggled to keep pounding, Marshall's hips snapped upward in vicious bucks, driving into her sopping pussy while his finger plunged relentlessly into her ass. The raft rocked under them, amplifying every slam, her body jolting between the twin assaults.
"Aaaah! Coming… again! So much!" Emma wailed to the endless blue sky again and shattered on his cock.
The finger ravaging her ass made the blaze even hotter. Her hole spasmed viciously around it, milking his digit as shocks ripped through her nerves. Her pussy clamped down like a fist, convulsing in waves that threatened to suck him deeper. Her back arched as she lost all control, every muscle seizing in her body. Her entire frame quaking in wild ecstasy as juices gushed from her stretched lower lips, soaking his balls.
Marshall teetered on the edge, his sack tightening, that telltale tickle surging from his core. Balls churning, ready to erupt.
Emma seemed to feel it as well. "Where?"
Huh?
It was Marshall's first time being asked where. It was usually him asking. Well, he never asked that either since his juice didn't work on most. His seed never took in mortals anyway. But her? Asking like she craved his choice?
"Hah!" Marshall yanked his finger free from her gaping ass and sat up, keeping her on his lap.
His arms snaked around her soft belly, thick muscles bulging as he crushed her plush form against his chest. In one explosive heave, he hurled her forward onto the raft's planks, her knees splaying wide, face pressing into the wood.
Her lithe body sprawled belly-down, legs spread and straight shamelessly, pale cheeks parted to expose her dripping pussy still impaled on his veined shaft. The position pinned her utterly, his massive frame looming over, cock angled downward into her splayed slit.
His cock never slipped free. Instead, Marshall rammed forward, burying every inch to the hilt in one thrust, her inner walls blooming around his girth. Then, he collapsed his full weight onto her, hips locked flush as his cock erupted like a geyser.
Thick ropes of batter blasted into her, hosing down her scorching depths. Pulse after viscous pulse flooding her pussy, painting her cervix white. Overflow gushed back around his shaft, creamy strands bubbling from her stuffed lips, painting her marvelous ass creamy white. He pumped out spurt after spurt, grunting with each burst.
His hand clamped her jaw as he turned her face sideways. Their lips crashed together while he kept unloading, cock twitching wildly inside her, every throb dumping more molten load into her overflowing cunt.
Emma's eyes flew wide into the kiss, pupils dilating as she felt it all. The scalding rush filling her belly, stretching her womb with his cream. It was a dream come true for her.
However, as she felt the high going away, she cried.
"First Man… Can we do this again?" she panted against his mouth.
"Again? Woman, this ain't the end. I ain't done. Yet to taste them tits, and fuck them, and that ass. You're mine now."
"..."
Emma's tears of worry turned into tears of joy. "Yes! Yes… That's all I ever wanted! Yes!"
To Emma, if there was any man in the world worthy of her, then it was First Man. The God of humanity.
"Damn right. Now let me have a look at them hills."
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By the time Marshall arrived in China, he'd done everything to Emma that he'd said he would. The entire raft was covered in their combined mess. He was butt-naked, as was Emma, but she was a total mess.
Her lipstick was smudged, her mascara left long trails, her hair tousled. Her throat was sore from sucking him balls deep and draining him. Her breasts were bright red from all the sucking and pinching. Her pussy felt perpetually wet with all the times he'd pounded her in so many positions and finished inside.
Finally, she failed to sit on her back as her ass had been pounded to kingdom come. She couldn't feel it anymore, and First Man seemed to have enjoyed it the most, using the cushion of her rear to pump into her.
Oh, she didn't complain. Not once. This was everything she ever desired. And feeling his kisses all across her body made her feel needed, made her feel special. And even barely awake, she wanted to keep going.
But they had arrived in China, and she had to get ready again. Thankfully, First Man used his powers to clean everything up and even summon clothes on her body. She did feel it, however, he didn't summon her underwear.
She giggled and let it be. She loved the attention. And standing beside him while deboarding that raft in the middle of Beijing was an experience she never wanted to forget. He himself had put an arm around her waist while walking.
The people took pictures. A crowd gathered. The police tried to keep them away. She felt like a couple, and it made her heart excited.
"Why are we here, First Man?"
"To meet Ajak, and talk to her creator. I think she's advising the Chinese government how not to fuck up and earn my anger again," Marshall muttered and walked.
Honestly, Marshall didn't mind Emma beside him. She was like a trophy wife, but wasn't his wife. But she sure was a fine trophy.
Boom!
Right then, thunder boomed in the sky. It was cloudy, so he shrugged and continued to walk towards the Chinese government's headquarters.
"Let's go eat Chinese today," he muttered.
Boom!
Another blast of thunder echoed.
At that point, Marshall stopped and looked up towards the sky. "Someone's coming."
Instantly, Emma turned to her diamond form.
Marshall, just waiting, lazily scratched his neck.
Booom!
As another thunderbolt fell, it smashed right on the ground in front of Marshall. The road exploded into dirt.
"Take them!"
A loud roar came from the dust. As it settled, Zeus appeared in his full armour. But Zeus wasn't alone; he was holding onto the collars of two boys, both blonde and identical in looks, handsome.
"First Man! Take back your damned demon spawns! I have tolerated them enough. No more. My palace is gone!"
Marshall didn't react at all, poking his ear. "My spawns? When did that happen? I don't remember banging your ass. It's thick, sure, but I ain't into that."
"Not me, you desecrating tyrant! You slept with my daughter!"
Marshall finally frowned, looking down. He crossed his arms, humming. But then he looked up, confusion on his face.
"Who?"
"..."
A thunderbolt materialized in Zeus's grip.
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