Marshall was far too excited to use common sense. Perhaps, there was no such thing as common sense to him anymore. He could literally feel his heart racing at the sight of humanoid creatures walking on two feet.
After some pondering, he raised both hands, made a round tunnel with one hand, and then probed a finger into it using the other hand, suggesting something to them.
That's what ninety-eight million years of unspent virility does to a man.
"Bungaaaaaa!"
Perhaps the humanoids thought they could kill this white human as he was alone. While they could see that the opponent was much taller than them, dressed well, and even bulkier. But they understood the advantage of numbers.
"WRAAAAAAA!"
Marty was no different. He'd lost the females of his species tens of millions of years ago. Common sense was as dead to him as Marshall. Or perhaps, he grew up watching Marshall and just used that as common sense, which was actually non-existent.
Shhhh~
Be a human or anything else, seeing a massive T-Rex skidding down a mountain would be scary to anyone.
"Ahgaaaaaa!"
Scared, the humanoids once again huddled together.
Marshall was at his wit's end. There was no way to communicate with them. However, he underestimated their intelligence or the lack of it. They stared at Marty the entire time, whispering to each other.
Eventually, they moved apart and pushed a shorter, thinner member of their group forward. It was a female from the looks of it. It was hard to differentiate. She looked frightened.
"Ubaaaa! Hoo! Hoo!"
A large male then walked behind and yanked the furry clothes off her body, baring her entirely naked there.
Marshall froze for a short moment. His balls shifted, but for the worse as they tried to hide in his fucking sack. His cock, excited, shuddering, threatening to dive back into his pelvis.
"Ugh!" Marshall felt like vomiting. "What was I expecting from Neanderthals for whatever you guys are? W-Wha… What the fuck is that?! That's an… ape!"
Not really an ape, but not that different. The entire body of the humanoid was covered in hair, but there were traces of feminine human parts, just not very welcoming to his eyes.
"Pass… I'll pass. I'll wait another million years or more… Ugh~"
"Unga Bunga!" The large man pushed the female towards Marty.
Marshall finally realized something and shook his head. "I think they're offering her to you... Like some mountain deity who'd let them pass in exchange."
"..."
But we don't want her.
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The blue side of the Moon.
"The time has come. This is the moment he has been waiting for. Millions of years of survival stand upon your decision. To mate with the creature, or to let nature take its due course… I am watching."
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Hell.
"Do it! That's it! That's a working, real cunt! Take her, boy! You must take her!"
Mephisto was jumping on his throne, truly annoyed by his failure to seduce the immortal man.
"Fuck her! Surrender to the sin of lust! That is your true destiny!"
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Earth.
"Hard pass." Marshall stepped back. "Marty, let's go."
The two pals turned around and started hiking up the mountain.
"Aaaaaah!'
Right then, they heard a scream and looked behind. Apparently, it wasn't up to them to decide the fate of the sacrifice. The large male standing behind the naked, sacrificial woman snapped her neck and killed her.
"What the fuck was that for?" He asked, feeling a little sorry for her lifeless body. But he couldn't even talk to them, so there was no point in meddling. "They're far from being humans."
Strolling, they returned to their huge, cave house. Marty wasn't aware, but Marshall was to a degree. His cave would one day feature in a Nat Geo documentary, leaving all the old historians mindfucked. Or maybe he'd be deemed a god or something.
"I'd rather have a different sort of fuck, though."
"Grrrowl!"
"Yeah, yeah—Let's eat some fish tonight." He murmured and got to work as usual. But he was happy that Marty was smart enough to help around the cave. Cleaning it, collecting firewood, and even catching game sometimes.
As night fell, Marshall finished dinner and doused the torches around the cave. The moonlight falling through the open, carved windows was enough to see everything.
"Good night, buddy." Marshall hopped into his king-sized, soft, woolly mammoth fur bed. Even Marty had one for himself, just very large.
"Mrrrrr~"
"Sure, let's eat a mammoth tomorrow. But dammit, think about something other than food too… like women… beautiful… curvy… ummm…"
Gentle breeze, warm bed, Marshall fell asleep very quickly, laying flat on his back, one hand shoved into his crude, fur trousers, gripping his profusely hardened shaft that had been seeking feminine attention for so long.
Umm… Woah… Hey, beautiful.
Out of nowhere, Marshall found himself awake on his bed, the cave looked brighter but the torches were still doused. He felt warm, the scent of dirt in the rain hit his nostrils. So soothing, he knew it right away, it was a dream.
Is this one of those lucid dream types?
Tap, tap, tap…!
His head lifted slightly from the pillow, eyes narrowing at the figure gliding toward him from the foot of the bed. She was tall, easily his height—and curved like sin sculpted into flesh. Draped in a green gown that clung like a second skin, the fabric was barely there, more suggestion than clothing. Her generous cleavage spilled free, her arms bare and elegant, and the skirt... gods, the skirt was slit so high on both sides it framed her thick, luscious thighs and the full curve of her hips like a gift. Every step she took made her body sway with a softness that screamed heat.
Her gentle smile was stunning, her face so perfect, her eyes green. Her deep, reddish-brown hair was long and wavy, silky, while her wrists had bracelets of gems, also a belly chain of larger gems.
"I don't want to wake up… I don't want to wake up." Marshall muttered under his breath, his shaft insanely hard, seemingly ready to burst already. He'd almost forgotten what a real, beautiful woman looked like by now. And finally, seeing one, even if it was a dream… It felt too real.
And then she spoke, so softly and hot. His entire body shivered.
"You won't, dear—This moment is yours." She walked closer to his bed and climbed up, crawling closer to his upper body. She was barefoot, and her hips were so amazing, her breasts so full, voluptuous. Her skin was slightly earthy, like bright beach sand.
"Savor it, feel it, as you desire—Let this be your moment. Your reward… for your patience."
The moment her knees settled on either side of his hips, she leaned forward with the grace that was pure seduction. She then thrust her hips down, grinding herself directly on Marshall's throbbing cock, which strained beneath the fur trousers like a wild beast begging to be freed. Her movements were smooth and deliberate, her plush lower lips gliding over the thick ridge through the barrier of fur, spreading a feverish wet heat across his lap.
"Ummm…" A filthy little sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her hips again. Slow, indulgent strokes meant only to tease him into madness.
With a sultry smile, she grabbed both of his large hands and brought them to her breasts. She didn't guide so much as command his touch. She made him cup the weight of her full, warm bosom, and his fingers instinctively curved around her supple flesh, feeling how heavy, soft, and real they were.
Marshall gulped, his mouth going dry, and his cock jerked violently beneath her grind.
"C-Can I… see?"
"Dear, this is your night—Have it all." The love in her voice was so pure and hot. And just as Marshall had expected, the magic happened. Her green gown disappeared entirely, leaving her nude body for his eyes to feast on.
It was a masterpiece of lust incarnate. Thick and soft in all the right places. Lush thighs that could crush skulls, full hips made for breeding, and a smooth stomach that dipped toward her sacred valley. Her breasts were massive, heavy, natural, with tight, earthy brown nipples that begged to be suckled; ripe, firm, practically biteable. Lower down, a faint, neatly trimmed bush crowned her sex, the lips full and flushed, already gleaming with arousal and parted just enough to tease the pink within. It glistened like nectar, inviting and obscene.
Marshall's breath hitched. He didn't know where to start, but his hands knew. They slid over her smooth swells again, this time with reverence, with need. His thumbs circled her thick nipples until they peaked, hard and begging.
Then she leaned forward, so close her scent overwhelmed him, sand kissed by fresh rain, and pressed a nipple to his mouth.
The first suck was greedy, his lips wrapping around her earthy teat as he pulled deep, like a man dying of thirst.
"Ooh~" She gasped softly, stroking through his blonde hair, her other breast nudging against his cheek.
He didn't wait for an invitation; he wanted it all. He tilted his head, suckling both her nipples at once like an animal, his tongue flicking between the two swollen buds, his nose buried in the heat of her deep valley. Her skin was so hot, it nearly burned.
His cock throbbed furiously under her slick folds, twitching, dribbling with precum, begging to feel more.
She smiled down at him, fingers curling lovingly through his hair. "Let's get you prepared… I'm sure you seek the warmth somewhere else."
"Yes," he groaned against her nipple. "Let's do it."
Something feral lit in his eyes. With a grunt, he took charge, hands gripping her waist as he flipped her over and pushed her flat onto the soft, fur-lined bed. She giggled, a warm, sultry sound. But it turned into a moan as he crawled over her, a predator finally catching his prey.
Her thick, creamy thighs parted willingly, framing his waist. His weight pressed down between them, pinning her, dominating her.
He was shirtless already, chest heaving, muscles taut as he shoved down his crude fur trousers as well. His eager cock sprang free excitedly; thick, flushed red, veiny, dripping from the tip. It slapped against his belly as he held it in a fist, groaning from the tightness, from the pent-up lust that nearly made him see stars.
He looked down between her legs, and almost literally lost his mind.
There it was. Her soaked pussy, her lips spread and glistening, slightly quivering with anticipation. Her scent hit him full force; earthy, fertile, drenched in womanly heat.
His eyes met hers.
"Go ahead, dear—Take it. The fruit of your patience."