"Ngggh… Yes, yes, yes, yes…!" Peggy's answer was a hiccupping chant between moans, held up like a doll on display, a very obscene doll.
Her hair was a mess, feet pointed at the sky, spine bent like a bow. Those magnificent swells were crushed between her own thighs, mashed into soft, jiggling pillows that bounced with every step he took. Her head was bent forward by his grip, forcing her to stare straight down at the sinful sight of his fat cock pistoning in and out of her ruined hole. Glossy with cream, veins pulsing, the thick shaft disappearing into her belly only to yank back out with a wet, sucking tug.
Juices rained down in sticky ropes, her fourth climax barreling in like a freight train. The balcony rail creaked as he leaned her against it, still fucking, sunlight glinting off the mess streaking her thighs.
"Mmmmh… Dammit, this won't do… Let's keep this up the whole night." Marshall declared, revealing his intention to fuck her more. It was still sunny out.
"Aaaaaah! I'm…" Peggy's cry cracked into a scream as the orgasm exploded. Her cunt clamped down in violent spasms, gushing clear nectar that splashed his balls and spattered on the floor.
"Damn right! As I am!"
"N-ooooh!" She wailed, feeling the swell of his cockhead flare against her womb.
"Fuck, no worries! My tadpoles' too strong to breed your pussy." Marshall roared.
He hoisted her higher, one brutal surge upward until her body was displayed to the sky like a war trophy, then slammed her down onto his full length, claiming her ruined pussy. The first jet erupted with volcanic force, thick godly ropes of mind-numbing cream blasting straight into her depths, flooding her so fast it bulged her lovehole.
He didn't stop. Couldn't.
He fucked her through it, using her sweat-slicked body like a cocksleeve, hips ramming, batter churning into froth around the seal of her stretched pussy lips.
Another gush, then another, each pulse thicker than the last. It spilled out in heavy streams down his thighs, pooling beneath them in a glistening puddle. The balcony reeked of sex and sunlight, but the First Man kept pumping his spy without a care. He had so much more to give to her.
"Huh… I'm thirsty." Marshall muttered and walked back into the room. But instead of putting her on the bed, he placed her against the table, feet on the floor, breast pushed plush on the tabletop. He slid back in her warm cum coated pussy to keep going while grabbing a jar and a glass of water from the table.
Peggy was half-awake at that point, relaxing on the table while feeling the wild stretch his cock left in its movement. Knowing he was going to keep at it the whole night, she wondered if her body would ever be the same again.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
It was a ritual that had only begun.
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A few floors away,
"Ummmmmh! Goddamn! Inhuman blowjob is the fucking best!" Helvar roared as he finally conquered that edge. He gripped Medusa's insanely long red hair like reins and fucked her throat. "Flirting with you… was the best… decision ever!"
Hevlar fucked Medusa's throat like a pussy, raw and relentless. He twisted her crimson hair tighter around his fists, ramming his entire throbbing length down her gullet until his balls slapped against her chin. Each plunge hit the deepest, tightest point of her throat. The slick heat, the Inhuman depth, it was better than any human cunt. As the pressure coiled unbearably in his balls, his knees buckled, his frame teetering forward.
He fell over Medusa, as she knelt before him. His weight crashed down, pinning her beneath his bulk, but she didn't fight it. Her body yielded like a queen surrendering to her conqueror.
Medusa fell onto her back with a muffled gasp, but Hevlar followed without mercy, sprawling flat on her. His cock jammed impossibly deep into her throat as they landed, buried to the root in one savage, unintended thrust that made her neck bulge obscenely.
Perverse and insatiable, Hevlar didn't stop.
He ground his hips downward, fucking her face into the unyielding floor with short, vicious pumps. Her skull thumped on the floor as he used her mouth like a fleshlight pinned under him.
Gluk! Gluk!
Medusa gagged and coughed around his invading girth, but those coughs only tightened her throat further, rippling waves of pleasure milking him harder. Her hands clawed at his thighs, pulling him in deeper. Her nails dug into his flesh as tears streamed from her eyes; a queen reduced to a drooling, willing, cock-stuffed mess.
"Gaaaaaaaagh! Fuck! Best… day ever! No wonder… Dad loves women! I love women too!" he growled through gritted teeth.
Hevlar came like a goddamn volcano, unleashing a load of thick, hot batter straight down her convulsing throat. White lava erupted from his pulsing cock, flooding her mouth into a creamy puddle that overflowed with each pump, splashing back against his shaft and her lips in filthy, warm splatters.
Medusa swallowed it all. She gulped greedily, her throat working in powerful contractions that sucked him dry. And he kept fucking through his release, churning his own buttery icing into a messy froth around her lips.
Finally, as his cock softened, twitching flaccidly, Hevlar slid out of her flushed mouth. Strings of cum and saliva connected them for a moment before snapping wetly. He rolled sideways beside Medusa's naked, heaving body, his chest still thundering, and immediately latched onto one of her supple, heaving breasts like a man possessed.
He suckled hard, lips sealing around the stiff bud, tongue slithering greedily while his hands kneaded the soft, pale flesh. Squeezing, molding, worshiping those royal swells with sloppy hunger, leaving them glistening with his spit.
"Ummm…." Medusa moaned, her body arching into his touch without hesitation, fingers threading through his hair to cradle him closer.
Helvar had pursued her with the relentless fire, and somewhere amid the chase, she'd realized the void in her long life. Her royal husband, that fool, had dared threaten the First Man and paid with his life. Now, here she was, claimed by the First Man's son.
Fucking the son of the man who killed your husband? It was strange, twisted, a taboo that should have repelled her.
But for people like them, having long lives, it felt normal. And gods, she loved Hevlar's appetite, that insatiable, youthful voracity that made her feel desired, devoured in ways her body ached for.
"Mmmh… You can try the other hole too, my love," Medusa purred.
"Hell! Fucking! Yeah!"
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New York City, Goldie's Gym
"Guard up!"
Bam! Bam!
"Come on, Steve, you got this! Don't you wanna join the army with me?"
"I do."
Steven Grant Rogers, scrawny and short, tried to dodge Buckey's punches. It was training to join the army. He believed he could make it. He believed it was his duty to serve and stop evil. But for now, he needed to get the basics right.
"Too slow! Footwork, Steve."
"Ugh…" Steve tried his best, but he was soon out of breath and backed up a little to catch his breath. "I… Just a second."
"We can't stop, Steve. If we're to join the next ship to Europe, we gotta join fast."
Steve panted, nodding. "I know… Uh…"
He stepped out of the ring eventually and sat down on the nearby bench. He eyed the small tattoo he had on his forearm. It was the most commonly used, unofficial sigil of the First Man. It depicted a cross-armed man's silhouette.
"Come on, stop staring at that."
Steve looked up at his friend. "Why do you think he's not stopping all this?"
"Why should he? He's a god, not our nanny. Everyone knows Hitler's insane for taking the First Man's name, it's blasphemy. But that doesn't make it the First Man's problem."
Steve sighed and nodded, his fist clenched. He didn't know what difference he'd make. Even if it was a little, he wanted to give it a try. It was the right thing to do.
"I still hope he does something."
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Treblinka extermination camp, Poland,
The sky was sunny, yet it seemed dark and bleak. That was the difference between being inside those fences and outside.
"What will happen to us, Max?"
Scrawny, hopeless, Max stared into the distance at the line of fence. "I don't know, Magda."
The boy and girl sat there in silence. They knew what went on inside those buildings, spewing smoke at times. She knew what Max did to survive and to keep her alive.
"If… If we can get out of here…" Max muttered, careful not to be loud. "Let's hide somewhere together."
"Let's do tha…" Magda froze mid-sentence as her head tipped upward. "L-Look up there, Max! What's that?"
Max followed her finger. "A raft?"
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