Primo sat at the table of his room, looking out from the window at the space, two hands wrapped themselves around his neck. He leaned his head back, seeing Monica Rambeau's face, "Hey."

Rambeau stood behind him in a silky gown, whispering, stroking his neck and jaw, "Hey."

Primo drew Monica's body to the front, who sat down on the table, spreading her legs in front of him. He stroked her thighs, raising her gown,  planting kisses on his inner thighs.

Monica's thighs brushed against his face, her moans resounded in the room, her back arched as she stroked his head, "Primo..."

Primo removed her gown further, sucking and licking on her delicious thighs, taking in the scent of her arousal. His red tongue brushed against her dark labia, his tongue swirling around the entrance of her cunt. She closed her eyes, tightening the grip on his head, giving herself to the exquisite pleasure.

Primo raised her dress, his tongue toying with her cunt, moving in to lick her pink folds, tasting the bittersweet of her aroused flesh. His hand stroked her chocolaty thighs, brushing against her taut ass, his thumbs brushed against her waist as he pulled her closer.

His lips were locked against her cunt, sucking on them, his lips brushed against her clit. Monica arched her back, "Ahhhh~~~!!!! Yessss~~! God~!!! Yesss!!!!"

His lips brushed against her cunt, his thumbs stretched them apart, his tongue slowly entered her wet, warm pink folds, feeling it throb around his tongue. Her heat, her arousal radiated on his face, making him work it even harder, stroking her clit.

Monica wrapped her legs around his head, trying to pull his face inside her, screaming, twisting, "Ahhhh~~~!!! Yesssssss~!!!! Ahhhhhhh~!!!!!! Primo~~!!! Primo~!!!! Primooo~!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhh~~!!!!!!"

Monica arched her back, loudly moaning in pleasure, holding her hair. Her breathing became erratic, louder, faster until screams came out of her mouth, screams filled with pleasure, until her body petrified, falling with her back against the glass.

Monica leaned against the glass, with the grip of her legs around Jay's head loosening, "Auh...wow."

Primo got on his feet, stroking her tight waist, kissing her abs; his tongue found his waist to her underboobs, licking the sweat off, "I love how you taste."

Monica combed his hair, breathing in as she felt his lips climb over her breasts, sucking on her nipple, "Primo...umm...it's sensitive...don't."

Her eyes gazed into his as his hand cupped her other boob, his fingers brushed against her hard, erect nipple, tugging on it.

"You mouth...it feels so good," Monica's eyes were covered in lust, her legs spread out, feeling his fingers enter her cunt.

She cupped his face, his ear, looking into his warm orange eyes, which were filled with desire, desire for her.

Abruptly, she turned intangible, phasing through Primo's body, floating down to the bed, sitting on it, becoming solid, "No...no more foreplay...just give it to me."

Primo walked over to the bed, leaning on her; his fingers stroked her creamy thighs, gripping them, spreading them, widening. He stroked her back, pulling her ass closer, her arms clutched on his shoulders, her cheek touched his chest.

Monica closed her eyes, hiding the expectation that was bubbling in her eyes. She could feel him against her, his cock rubbing against her body, his breaths whispering in her ear.

The more he waited, the more the expectations in her heart became wilder, her lust deepened, her desire became wilder, "Stop...stop teasing me...Primo...I want you...I want you so bad, Primo."

Primo cupped her neck, feeling his cock enter her body. Even with its thickness, it effortlessly slid in her wet cunt.

Monica let out a breath of relief, feeling his hot throbbing cock inside her, digging her nails in him. She onto him, nuzzling her head against his chest, whispering, "Primo...what is...what is your real name?"

Primo caressed her back, her spine, whispering, "Why ask now? All of a sudden?"

"I..." Monica's eyes became dull for a moment when Primo started moving inside her. Her eyes slowly got covered in lust, her lips sucked on his shoulder blade, licking it. Her hips sprang, shaking on her own, feeling him inside her, moaning loudly.

Primo raised her head, locking his lips with hers, sucking on her luscious lips. Her breathing became faster; she moaned in his lips, clutching on his hair.

His hand slid on her waist, with her thighs brushing against his body; her cunt wrapped itself around his cock as if it was trying to bite it off, making him shudder even as he plowed her.

Monica's body started spasming with every thrust. She tried to stop herself, but her body was moving out of control. Her hips were shaking uncontrollably.

She clung to him, kissing his lips, sucking on them, moaning in his mouth, screaming until she felt him empty his load inside her, making her orgasm.

Her fingers shook, feeling weak, trembling, gasping for breath, "You...you still haven't told me your real name."

Primo fell down on the bed with her, kissing her forehead, "Why are you asking?"

Monica turned him over, straddling his waist, kissing his cheek, whispering, "You do know why I am sticking beside you, right?"

Primo rested his body on the bed, smiling, "Because you think that Thanos might attack...and I might die, right?"

Monica nuzzled his neck, whispering, "We might die...I have seen the video of that battle...I have seen what the last Thanos could do. But this one...even through the video, I could tell he was far more powerful."

"He is far more powerful; he has been granted immortality and strength by Death, herself," Primo looked at the roof, chuckling.

Monica slapped his shoulder, "You can laugh! Do you even understand what you are saying? We might die!"

Primo groaned, taking her hand in his, interlocking their fingers, kissing her fingers, "This one is going to scare you...but I have lived for 25000 years."

"Huh?" Monica tilted her head, cutely parting her lips, widening her pretty eyes, "What? Wait..."

She got off him, sitting down beside him, covering her body with the blanket, "Does that sentence mean what I think it means?"

"Yes, it means what it means. I have lived for 25000 years, been in thousands of universes," Primo looked into her eyes, "I have been born 1000 times, died about 8000 times reborn 8 times."

Rambeau stood up, "Ok, I am leaving."

Primo chuckled without stopping her when Monica stopped. She curled her lips when he didn't stop her. She sat down on the bed, looking down at him, "Really? What are you?"

He stood up from the bed, his body burned, his suit appeared on his body, a smile appeared on his lips as he closed his eyes, adjusting his tie.

He walked over to the mirror, "You know? Some beings have lived from the beginning of time, from before it. What makes these 25000 years special?"

The smile left his lips as he looked at her reflection in the glass, "Because I didn't live 25000 years. I didn't get the chance to sit peacefully, to have a family, the peace and quiet of being old or even being young, a childhood. I fought for others, for myself, to know what I am, who I am, my purpose, my reality, my home, my love, my family. I fought for what was missing, for what was being kept from me. The overwhelming desire was driven by the emptiness of my heart. Driven by rage and desire, I sought power for myself. For the weak, for the living beings. I sought to evolve, to break through the limits of nature."

He turned his head back, with a confident smile in his orange eyes, "I am Primo Prometheus, the fire that drives the universe to new heights. I'll fight, I'll struggle, I'll fall, but I'll be here, and I will win."

Monica dazedly gazed at him when the space behind him twisted and a fleet warped, making her eyes widen for a moment. She smiled, "You better."

Primo turned his eyes towards the fleet, whispering, "Just on time."