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Eventually, Marshall's party in Ro ca to an end. Marcus Aurelius died, and his son took power. Marshall didn't like the boy at all, and neither did the people. But an emperor was still an emperor.
Boom!
"Wraaaa!"
Marshall sent Marty and Hela back to his main cave complex in Egypt. He stayed behind, road around, looked at so other budding kingdoms, and then returned to Ro. He entered the colosseum for the fun of it, wanting to experience it.
Sure enough, it was exciting. With countless people cheering in the stands, and Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus, the emperor in person, the stakes were made high. Lions and rhinos were released with a hundred gladiators into the pit.
Marshall was having fun… throwing the lions into the stands, despite how high they were. He loved seeing these beautiful beasts maul those excited spectators to death, soaking the stands in crimson. Chaos was beautiful there.
"That's what you get for hurting them for your pleasure. Only I get to do that!" Marshall muttered, and this ti, lifted an entire rhino. Weirdly enough, thanks to the slow evolution, the animals seed to have an innate fear of Marshall. They never attacked him, and when he lifted them, they whimpered, as if seeking his rcy.
Woosh!
He threw the rhino into the stands as well. Soon enough, the beautiful beast shoved people to death.
Slowly, the gladiators who tried to attack him died, and animals were thrown into the stands. It was total chaos, and yet the emperor hadn't left. The man continued to sit in his canopied, luxurious seat, with a leaf crown on his head, regal toga and tunic covering his body, two slaves gently waving a cloth fan behind him.
"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?"
Marshall roared, giggling. He really wanted to do that for so reason.
But surprisingly, the emperor stood up and raised his right hand towards Marshall.
"The fuck's he doing?" Marshall watched the dumb looking man slowly reveal a thumb tilted sideways. And then, that thumb moved, pointing upwards. "He's rating ? ?"
Boom!
Marshall crouched his legs and leaped off into the air, leaving a crater in the ground. His leap was so high that it defied humanity, not that he was a human anymore.
Bam!
He landed right on the platform where the emperor sat. The guards beca alert, but they just couldn't move, as if frozen in their spot. Not just the guards, but all the servants and so nobles around the emperor were frozen.
"Man, you're really scraping the bottom of the gene pool, huh? I've seen plankton with more charm," Marshall said and stood in front of the speechless emperor. "Your dad must've sneezed you out by accident. What was your na again? Co—Colo-sothing?? No, Condomus. Yeah, that fits. Worn out, full of filth, barely holding together. I saw the shit you do, not that I give a fuck but man… You got one really hateable, slappable face."
"G-G-Guards!"
Marshall looked to the left and the right, and then smiled. He stepped closer and gently patted his palm on the emperor's face. "Don't tell you shit your pants already. Seriously, your dad was amazing. Man knew how to throw the best party while writing about stoicism. He loved the library I showed him back in my place."
"Y… You dare touch the emperor of r—"
SPLASH!
Commodus never got to finish his words. He received a hard slap on the right cheek, a slap so strong that half his face just exploded—mouth, jaw, nose, eyes, the entire chunk was gone, splattered across the luxurious curtains, and the armor of a nearby guard.
Thud!
Commodus fell, or rather, his corpse fell.
"Fuck! Fuck, fucking fuck!" Marshall cursed, looking at his hand. A tiny fly was plastered on his palm. "I was just swatting that damn fly, not the emperor!"
"..."
Scratching his head awkwardly, Marshall sighed and looked at the dead body. "Well, it's fate, I guess."
Yes, it was very shaless to call it fate after murdering the emperor of the Roman Empire.
He swept his gaze at the nearby people. All their eyes were wide, filled with dread. They wanted to move, run away. Even the guards wanted to run away.
"Pick a better emperor next ti, maybe. I'm out." Marshall waved at them and jumped away, flying into the sky.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
One after another, the won fell to their knees, and then the older senators nearby. The guards balanced themselves with their spears. So of those fallen had a wet puddle underneath them.
And then…
"AAAAAAAH!"
The first scream ca.
The emperor Lucius Aelius Aurelius Commodus was dead, slapped to death.
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5 Years Later,
"You better not fuck this up, Marty. I'm staking my pride on this." Marshall ordered his lovable goofball T-Rex. "I've taught you for two years now."
No, they weren't sparring. No, they weren't talking about Marty's training.
It was the top floor of Marshall's cave in Egypt. He'd just kept digging it and finally made a massive hall near the tip, with huge open balconies for a nice view. In there, he sat on a wooden chair, completely nude, cock dangling, legs crossed, one arm lavishly on his upper thigh, the other arm raised high, flexing his biceps.
A few ters from him was Marty with a massive straw hat on his T-Rex head, standing in front of a gigantic paper canvas, with buckets of paint that Marshall had borrowed from Ro. And now, Marty was to paint Marshall's nude beauty.
Luckily, Hela wasn't there. Or so Marshall thought. She definitely had her eye on him from so hidden hole.
"Alright, Marty. Draw like one of your French girls."
"Graaawl?"
"What I an is—Draw nice and hot, sexy, like a god, so seductive that won drop dead from my re scent, crawl to , and spread their legs and moan—Oh, Marshall… shove that long, massive, fat, hard, thick, beautiful cock in our cute, warm puss—"
Bam!
Marty threw a spare paintbrush at Marshall's head.
"Fuuuuggrrrr!"
"Fuck you, bastard! Like hell you slipped! I know you did that on purpose! And the fuck you an I got a bitch ass face? I raised you, boy! I let you suckle on my manly tiddi—Oh, we have a guest!"
A beautiful, voluptuous woman, covered in black leather with a black and red cape, flew right in through the massive balcony. As she landed on her feet, her mounds jiggled. She wiped sweat off her face and relaxed her worried, creased brows.
But when she looked inside, she froze, her face turned paler than it already was.
"Who the fuck are you?" Marshall asked, not even bothering to move or cover himself.
"I'm Selene… I-I'm back, respected First Man… I got it! I brought you a hundred kilograms of vibranium as promised."
"..."
Marshall rubbed his chin and tried to think. But as he felt his cock harden by those beautiful pair of globes, he nodded. "I rember now! Big titty goth witch! Yeah, I rember you. I gave you one year, and how long has it been? Ten? Twenty? Damn, you deserve punishnt. Crawl to , on all fours."
"..."
Selene gulped and looked at the T-Rex for help. But the massive beast wasn't even looking at her, busy painting. And it wasn't even a good painting. It was fucking stick figures.
"Co on, crawl." Marshall raised his voice.
Thud!
Selene fell to her knees; his re voice felt primordial to her psyche. She felt submissive to him, like her blood, her DNA, ordered her to. It wasn't mind control, she knew that. Yet, there she was now, crawling towards the naked god like a cat.
"Fuck!" Marshall stared at her dangling, insanely round breasts, and then there was that pear-shaped rear, higher than her front. He was hard as a rock, cock standing vertically straight. "Marty! See, I told you! Won do co crawling to !"
"Hufff!" Marty just scoffed with his nose and focused on drawing.
Marshall was too busy looking at the stunning woman.
"F-First God, please… hear first… I'll accept every punishnt—Mmm~"
Before she could finish, Marshall's chair hovered an inch above the ground and moved forward towards Selene. With his legs spread wide, when he landed his chair right in front of her, his cock plopped straight down on her face.
Selene gulped. That scent woke sothing deep inside her, sothing primal. Her womb spoke to her, scread at her. That warm throb on her face made her open her mouth, and her tongue slipped out. She tried to fight that thought, but it was instinct. As if she belonged to this man, as if... Why, she asked herself. She had no answers.
"Mmmmgh…" Selene inhaled a deep breath, taking in the scent of his throbbing shaft. "I… I wanted to… tell yo…"
BOOM!
Wooosh!
BOOM!
Grrrrr!
The cave started to shake.
No, it was the entire mountain.
Loud, explosive bangs resounded everywhere. Marty's painting canvas fell, annoying him. And Marshall's eyes, filled with arousal monts ago, turned red with rage.
"Who dares attack my big, beautiful cave!"
"Mmm! First Man!" Selene finally shouted, hardly controlling her own instincts to pounce on that shaft. "T-The… I stole the vibranium! It's the Wakandans!"
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