Marvel: Upgrading Death

What makes a man who lived for ninety-nine million years go insane? For most, the answer would be loneliness. For others, it would be the passing of time. But for Marshall, it was the fact that he just fucked an insanely beautiful woman and now she was nowhere to be found.

The fact that he wasn't alone, and there were actually beautiful humans out there somewhere. Not like those hairy half-apes. Big bust, wide hips, and a scorching hot pussy. That was enough to make Marshall go insane.

"Sniff, goddammit! You're a fucking T-Rex, you're supposed to be a hunter. Sniff her damn pussy and lead me to her!" Marshall shouted like a madman, having left his beautiful, comfortable cave behind.

Marty, the T-Rex, shook his big head, perhaps ashamed of his human. But alas, he did have a pretty nice nose, and rather than the woman's scent, he could trace his human's scent for some reason.

"Grr…"

"You can smell me? That's it! I did blast my balls into her! That makes complete sense, boy." Marshall cheered in sheer excitement and jumped onto Marty's head, sitting there like his throne. "Lead the way."

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"What's he doing?" Firehair had arrived at the place the Phoenix had guided her to. She hovered in the sky, near the clouds to not be seen. But she saw everything on the ground. The only living T-Rex in the world roaming with a human on its back. The human looked so different, his skin too pale, his hair the color of gold, and his body in perfect condition.

She herself came from a xenophobic tribe where anyone deviating in any way from their norms was sacrificed. She was sacrificed for her red hair in her infancy. But a pack of wolves saved her and she grew up with them. That was all history, as now she had awakened as a powerful mutant, and also bonded with the Phoenix Force.

Currently, her goal was to recruit this strange man into her team to defeat the fallen Celestial and save the world.

"He's searching for a mate," Phoenix answered Firehair. "A few nights past, Gaea came to him. They laid together—she took his seed."

"What? Gaea? Him? Why? And why do you know that?"

"I am the Phoenix Force, child. My consciousness surrounds this entire planet," Phoenix replied sternly. "And yet—this man… he is a mystery even to me. He was here before I touched this place. He hasn't aged, not once. He doesn't die even when killed. Worse—he changes. Grows. Without end. The limits most obey? He shattered them long ago. But beware, he has walked this world alone for millions of years, he has lost touch with what is normal. More than anything, he seeks a mate."

Her chest-length fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as she stayed hovering in one place. Firehair hummed to herself and watched the man with interest. She, being a mutant and host of the Phoenix Force, was still mortal. Sure, she'd age slower, but even she knew that she'd die a natural death someday. But this man lived for so long, so was he even human? A god? Like Odin? Wasn't that a better answer?

"If I had to judge, I'd be the same if I were in his place," Firehair said, remembering her initial years of solitude. Having lived with wolves, there wasn't anyone to talk to. "But he looks harmless."

"It's not his strength you should fear, child. It's his mind that lacks common sense—He's unpredictable. His mood changes faster than the clouds in a storm. He isn't a mutant, nor a god. He's human… but something else at the same time."

It was Firehair's nature to be curious. She was once feral, and even now held a deep love for combat and destruction. Although she had controlled that initial rage of the Phoenix Force, that fierceness remained.

Wanting to get a closer look, she flew lower toward the human.

"Oh? He's singing a song?" Firehair exclaimed in surprise. Thanks to Phoenix Force, she instantly understood what the man was saying even though it was a foreign language to her.

"I was made for lovin' you, baby… You were made for lovin' me…"

Firehair's red eyes flickered in amusement. "That song is so… romantic."

"..."

Phoenix Force said nothing at that point. Firehair wasn't her slave to control. Her mind was her own.

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"And I can't get enough of you, baby…Can you get enough of me?..."

Marshall sang at the top of his lungs with nothing to do. It was an impulse born from his fucked up head. After almost a hundred million years, his memories were all jumbled up. He barely remembered much from his past life. And songs were among the few things that came to his thoughts randomly. Whenever they came, he sang loudly to remember the rest. But that never happened. Other than a few catchy verses, he recalled nothing.

"Hraaawwwrrr-mmmph!"

"You're hungry?" Marshall talked to the T-Rex. "You eat too much, Marty. That's why your whole damn species croaked. Not some damn rock from the sky—just your fat bellies sucking the planet dry. There wasn't enough grub for all of you. But hey, I guess the world can handle one big boy T-Rex."

"Hufff~" Marty snorted loudly.

Marshall chuckled and stood up straight on Marty's head and looked left and right. As Marty also stood to his full height, Marshall got a clear view around him, above the trees. Soon, he noticed some animal movement in a certain direction. He then closed his eyes, sniffed, and confirmed what it was.

"Umm… The menu is… Wild Horses, Water Buffalos, and… Hippos." He sniffed out the exact species. It was child's play at that point.

Instantly, Marty turned towards the pointed direction, hunger in his eyes.

Thump!

Thump!

His large, T-Rex claws left prints in the dirt.

Thump!

Shwooooo~

"Marty, you're farting again?"

"Grrrruf~"

"Not you? Then?" Marshall frowned and looked left and right. He could hear a strange sound. As if something was sizzling hot, and at the same time splitting the air. But then he felt some heat and looked up.

"Fuck! Why's there another asteroid?!"

There, a massive, red flame was falling right towards him. It was wide, like a bird with wings. It burned so brightly even in the bright sky, a deep and dark shade of red.

"Run, Marty! Run!"

Shwoooooo~

But no matter how fast Marty ran away from the burning air, the air only got hotter.

BOOM!

And then, a little ahead of them, the fire finally landed on the ground. They were in a decently dense forest, but it was still nothing compared to other regions. The shockwave spread in every direction, trees were uprooted, and a burning crater formed.

"We're alive!" Marshall cheered.

But that joy was short-lived, as something even more joyous took place. Marshall stopped caressing Marty's big scally head and noticed a faint rustle of leaves and twigs. He looked towards the distant crater and there she was, a tall woman with fiery red hair, and a slender, athletic body. Her bust and hips were covered by tattered green clothes, leaving her belly, most of her legs, and her skin visible. There was a fur cape on her shoulders, and…

"I KNEW IT!" Marshall roared, his blue eyes filled with tears of joy. "That asshole priest was right! I fucking knew it!"

The barefoot woman, nearly as tall as him, pale of skin, and insanely beautiful, walked towards him. The closer she got, the more Marshall howled in sheer excitement. He thanked the heavens, whichever god was out there.

"Yes! Of course! Angels and Demons are real!" He stared at the woman, eyeing her cleavage, her bust that he was sure would fit beautifully in his palm. He eyed her legs, somewhat tanned, but so smooth and long, her face, those red succulent lips. "A succubus! Holy hell! A succubus has found me! I'm willing to give in! Take me, pretty succubus!"

"..."

Woosh!

"Oh! She's a high-level one?!" Marshall exclaimed when the woman's right palm caught fire. He smiled so brightly, all his perfect, white teeth on display, his both hands on his chest. "I-I think… It's working! I'm in love, Marty… Oh, Marty… A succubus got me."

"..."

Daringly, he walked towards her, feeling attracted. If that woman from that night was like a goddess of fertility with her big tits and ass, this one was like pure fire in the flesh, her entire body hot, like those perfect cheerleaders. Heck, this succubus even had a black choker around her neck, like a fashion statement.

"Your charm is pulling me, my beautiful demoness succubus."

"..."

"SILENCE!"

Wooosh!

"FUCK!" Marshall flinched and quickly covered his face with his arms. The crazy hot succubus had suddenly unleashed a torrent of flames towards him. They traveled fast and instantly covered him in fire. But having inherited the properties of that massive pre-historic crocodile, he was confident in his resistance.

Poof!

He was wrong. As soon as the fire engulfed him, before he could even register pain in his head, he vanished and turned into ash.

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