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Space,
Green and silver. Marshall loved it. He already had Gamora in his bed, but when he offhandedly joked to Shalla-Bal that she should also join, he was surprised when she did just that. She walked over and slid down beside him.
Between those two won, he was aroused, balls heavy, cock saluting. Gamora was already asleep on his right, hugging him. And now he had Shalla-Bal on his left, doing the sa. Despite how tallic she looked, she was soft as jelly, and also so warm. He really liked it.
What a great day.
He grinned, feeling the weight of Marty, who was sleeping on his chest.
Satisfied with his situation, he closed his eyes and made himself fall asleep. He didn't need to anymore, but he could if he wanted to.
When he woke up again, the two won were still in his arms, but the ship had already landed on Contraxia. All the ships were unloading their cargo. It was by far the biggest haul the Ravagers, now Dino Corp, had secured. Ten percent of a planet's resources was a massive wealth.
But the real question now was what to do with all that. He didn't need it, nor did he desire wealth. Heck, he didn't even know what he was doing at that point.
"Shalla-Bal," he called out, feeling the silvery woman's breath. He didn't know if she was naked in that form or not. "Since you're my herald now, I want you to continue what you did before. Roam around the universe and find planets."
"To devour?"
"What? Sweetheart, the only things worth cramming in my mouth are red at, wet pussy, and... fuck, never mind. Forget the foreplay. Go find planets that are suffering. Plague-ravaged hellholes. War-torn worlds. Ones getting skull-fucked by whatever random space-cunt warlord crawled out of his mom's asshole that week. Whole civilizations on the extinction waiting list, inside job or alien invasion, I don't care... Hey, what about those Kree cocksuckers? I hear they're evil. Find the planets they're actively ruining."
Shalla-Bal sat up suddenly and stared at him, as if in disbelief.
"What?" Marshall asked.
"You wish to save these worlds?" she inquired. "That isn't what my previous master did."
"Well, Galactus, that big ass was Galactus. I'm Marshall. Since I've got so brain now, and I got a feeling I've done so fucked up shit in millions of years I've lived, I'd say it's about ti I earn so good karma, no? So be a cutie and find worlds I can save."
Surprisingly, Shalla-Bal seed more than delighted to do this job. From herald of destroyer of worlds to herald of savior of worlds. "I shall leave right away, Master."
"Sure. But hey, if you ever get bored out there, be sure to co back and take a nap on these." Marshall flexed his bicep. "No better pillow out there, trust ."
"..."
"I understand."
Marshall didn't even get to say goodbye to her as she just flew out, phasing through the ship's walls like it was water. Honestly, he found it very cool.
"Huh?"
But right then, he felt Gamora's hand move and land on his cock. He was still naked under the sheets. He looked sideways, and her eyes were halfway open.
And what followed after was perhaps one of the finest morning blowjobs he'd gotten in years. Deep, frantic, ssy, and all the green on display.
This is life.
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Xandar,
She wanted to beco the next Nova Pri. That position was within reach as the current Nova Pri was growing old and nearing the end of his career. She had also earned his approval. But then out of nowhere, this whole ss appeared.
With no other choice but to report the matter, Irani Rael reached the Nova Pri's office. The pale, pink-skinned man was a hardliner, always wearing a Nova Corps uniform. She had never in her life seen him in any other clothes. The man simply never smiled or showed emotions, hence there were no lines marking his old face.
"Nova Pri, I have an urgent matter to discuss." She walked inside, the entire office grand yet so tasteless. Not a single ornant was there. Just one glass cage with Nova Pri's battle uniform.
"I received the report. I have read it."
"Yes, but I have received more information and visual proof of his actions," Irani Rael said, and used her tablet to control the large holographic display in front of Nova Pri's table. "This video was circulating on the internal network of the Ravagers, now called Dino Corp."
Huh?
For the first ti, she saw the Nova Pri show a reaction. Eyes flinched. Well, her own reaction was far worse when she'd seen it. The video showed the absurd, blonde-haired, barbaric man riding on the back of an Acanti skywhale, the billion-year-old species of pure creatures who roam the cosmos seeking knowledge. The video showed the man not only riding, but also singing with them. It was a whole pack of Acanti.
And sohow, the Acanti seed happy to entertain him.
"This was a single visual of the thousands we received. In such a short ti, he has expanded his influence across the galaxy, and he ignores all jurisdictations. Be it us, the Kree, or the Shi'ar. He has wiped out nearly half of the warlords and pirates in the galaxy and… enslaved them."
"Enslaved?" asked Nova Pri.
She nodded and showed the visual of a planet. "He enslaved them and forced them to construct him a city on planet Contraxia, the base of Dino Corp. He has also saved eight planets from cosmic destruction due to natural calamities. He stopped planetary plagues on two planets. He also wiped out an entire Kree fleet that was trying to subjugate a planet. At the mont, Dino Corp possesses almost ten thousand ships, of which five are motherships stolen from the Kree Empire. The Dino Corp has changed into a peace-keeping rcenary force, numbering nearly a million."
"..."
She, for the first ti, saw the look of disbelief on Nova Pri's face.
"Why didn't we learn of them until now?"
"Because no one bothered to report, Nova Pri. They are friendly to almost everyone unless given a reason to fight. Until now, they appeared to be just another corporation in the vast space. But only now have we learned about its leader. Intelligence channels reported that he's the one who killed Galactus."
"Galactus isn't dead," Nova Pri said.
"He was, for so monts. But then an unknown force revived him. We're unable to verify these claims. Those matters are beyond us. This man also appears to be interested in Celestial. He's openly seeking their location." She explained, and finally showed a close-up shot of the man in question, sitting on a grand chair in a hall, a green woman on his lap, and a silver one standing right beside his chair.
Silence fell in the room. Nova Pri appeared just as confused as her. After all, she had concluded that leaving this man alone was the best-case scenario since he wasn't harming anyone. If they tried to socialize with him, it could lead to problems.
"Does he not like the Kree Empire?"
I knew you'd ask that.
She smiled. "That seems to be the case. He hasn't attacked our assets yet. But he goes out of his way to attack the Kree Empire."
"Establish an intelligence sharing program with the Dino Corp. Feed them information about the Kree Empire's malevolent movents."
We think alike.
She really was ambitious about becoming the next Nova Pri.
"I will do that, Nova Pri."
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Contraxia,
What the fuck am I even doing? Fuckers have increased to a million guys and ten thousand ships. Still no Celestial in sight.
Making Dino Corp wasn't his goal to begin with. He just wanted more eyes and ears in space. But no, the bastards were too good at their job. Who knew ex-pirates, ex-thieves, and ex-traffickers would also be best at stopping others who were like them?
Seated alone in the tower that belonged to him in the Dino City of Contraxia, he looked at the screen on his table, showing the location of every fleet in his stupidly massive organisation. He tapped on one, and the live feed showed the fuckers were obliterating so pirates. The captain of the ship was laughing like a madman while doing it.
I gotta stop them. They're growing too damn fast.
Especially that new guy called Yondu. He was too good, that smurf-ass.
What's a smurf again?
Shaking his head, he tapped on another screen and…
Ugh…
It showed Stakar Ogord on captain's seat, his wife Aleta on his lap as they kissed the fuck out of each other's mouths while their fleet was busy gunning down a trafficking ring.
With a sigh, he turned off the screen and leaned back on the chair, feeling bored. He eyed Marty, grown bigger than him already. The big boy was asleep in his equally big bed.
"Ti to go ho. Gamora and Shalla-Bal can deal with this shit themselves."
Shhhh!
Speaking of Shalla-Bal, she phased through the wall of his 'office' at the top of the sci-fi-ass tower and landed near him, looking as shiny as ever.
With a big grin, Marshall made so space between himself and the table, and right away the gorgeous silver woman sat sideways on his lap. His one arm wrapped around her back, the other rubbed over her legs. He fucking loved it; she was just so soft and squishy. And she seed rather happy to be deranged with him. Her personality had shifted a bit since he started sending her on 'world-saving' missions. She smiled more, although still stiff and more silent.
Aaah… Man, that ass.
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