FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY
PART THIRTEEN: SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT


"Do we really have to do this?"

"Well, we are here already and they are expecting us.  We are guests of honor, after all.  It would not be polite to just leave now, would it?"

At his side on the luxurious vestibule, Susan Storm fidgeted.  "I just don't like it.  They were hardly transparent with us, Reed.  They were after you, to use you, to get the Nullifier."

"They were at war, Sue."  

"They almost got us all killed."

"But it all worked out, no?"

Sue turned to stare at her husband, her lips tightening.  She reached to adjust his black tie.  "Wasn't that easy."  


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"Harder!  Harder, please!  And bigger!  Oh, please!  Just...  Just make it bigger!"

"Like this-?"

"More!  Like that, yes, but more!  Please!  Much more!"

"Sue, I don't-"

"Oh, Reed, please!  Make it bigger!  Much bigger!  So big I squeal!  So big it splits me in two!  PLEASE!"

Reed laughed.  "Oh, Sue.  That'd be too much, wouldn't it?"

"NO!  NO!  I WANT THAT!  JUST THAT!  PLEASE!"


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"I'm... sorry."  Reed sat by her side on the bed, running his hand over her hair.  "I'm just a bit...  uncomfortable."

"I know."  She hugged a pillow.  "It's alright."

"I know you want to... expand things a bit."

"Yes.  I do.  Expand."  She sighed.  More than a bit, really.  Much more.  "Why can't we-?  Is it wrong to-?"

"No, no, of course it is perfectly normal to experiment.  Try new things.  But we would not want to have it get out of hand, right?  Not too far, too quickly."

"We wouldn't?"

"I wouldn't want to risk..."

"A little more... risk would not be-"

He stood up.  "We'll keep working at it.  Find the proper balance."
   
"Maybe I don't want it proper,” she whispered.  "Maybe I just want it big and hard and rough."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."

"I'd just never want to...  hurt you, Susan."

She winced.  "Never?"

"Of course."

She turned face up, sighed again.  "Of course."  

He walked away from the bed.  "We should probably get started.  They're waiting for us at Xandar at around eight.  They said they'd have everything just waiting for us."

She stared at the ceiling.  "Maybe I want it hurt.  Maybe I need it to."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing."


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The dress was on display when she walked into the dressing room of her guest quarters at the Xandarian palace.  Long and shimmery and exquisite, it was an amazing sight of flowing silver unlike anything she had ever seen.

"Oh, Reed, it's gorgeous.  Just gorgeous.  I don't know what to say."

From the other room, Reed glanced in quickly.  "Uh?"  

"Thank you, dear.  Really.  It's perfect."

"Oh, great."  He went back out.

She was amazed he even remembered her size.  Or close to it, at least.  It did look like a tight fit.  A very tight fit.  Sometimes having large boobs was too annoying.

Could she even have anything on under that?  At all?  Would she want to?


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"Is it too tight?"

"Uh?"

"The dress.  Is it too tight?  Does it make my boobs look too big?  Or my behind?  It's just so-""

"Oh, no.  It looks great on you."

"I don't want to look slutty.  Does it show too much leg?"  

"Susan, dear, you look beautiful."

"You always say that."

"Well, you always look like that."

"That's not helping."

The doors opened and they were ushered in with great ceremony into the Xandarian equivalent of a ballroom.  Polite applause welcomed them, as did the multiple media drones recording their entrance.

The space was enormous, its size emphasized by the partially translucent dome overhead that afforded a dazzling view of the cluttered local star-cluster hosting the artificially-linked set of enclosed planetary fragments that comprised Xandar.  There were easily thousands of people assembled on the many layered terraces and expansive areas mixing foliage with luxurious lounging sections.  Water spouted up and sideways in many gravity-manipulated decorative arrangements all over, while carefully layered music from exotic instruments filled the air.

The crowd was made of members of multiple humanoid species and a handful of non-humanoid ones.  The majority were clearly Xandarians, Earth-like in their physiologies but not their dress codes.  There was plentiful skin on display from males and females alike, wispy veils and tight ribbons combining flamboyantly with the distinctive makeup patterns surrounding their eyes.  

But what made Susan pause were the many green faces present as well.  The pointed and elongated ears, wide mouths over deeply corrugated chins, and the various shades of green skin clearly identified them as Skrulls, the long-time enemies of the Fantastic Four and recent would-be invaders of Xandar.  Despite the careful climate control she instantly felt cold, and drew closer to her husband, gripping his arm tightly.

"There are so many Skrulls."

"It is a celebration of the Skrull peace treaty with Xandar, so of course there would be a sizable presence."

"I hate when you are so logical."  She did not loosen her hold.  "Can we leave as early as possible?"

It was a drastic inversion of roles.  Normally it was Reed who shunned social events, and she was the one making him attend and stay beyond the first few minutes.  Normally.

"I don't see why not.  We should just be visible for a reasonable while, to avoid offending them, and then-"

"Let's make it a short reasonable while, alright?"

He nodded, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Susan avoided looking at anyone, anything in particular.  She could not wait to leave this place.  

Everything about it, from the decadent decor to the strange, alien faces, brought back to her unpleasant memories of the much similar event recently held back at the Skrull Home-World, where she and the others had been held as prisoners, and which she had been forced to attend as unwilling companion, as party date, to the cruel and devious Skrull emperor himself.  She had to walk by him, and hold his arm, much as she now did with Reed, her husband.  How many of these Skrulls, the political and military elite of their kind, now present here had been there as well, watching her with merciless, antagonistic eyes, as she was exposed to them in that almost-nothing dress, flaunted by that disgusting creep as his escort, his date, his would-be future concubine.  How many of them had watched her family being threatened by certain death, and celebrated it?  How many had stared at her as she had been forced to dance and strip for them, for him?

How many remembered all that just now, while watching her?   

Her chill did not leave her.


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With his Nova suit in full ceremonial configuration, Rich Rider almost tripped and dropped his helmet.  

It was her, walking in with her husband.  Susan Storm.  The Invisible Woman.  Looking very, very visible.

She had her blond hair gathered high, with just a few long strands deliberately loose at each side of her face to frame her flawless features.  She looked pale under the minimal makeup, her eye-shadow a soft pastel that did not compete with the catching blue of her eyes.  She was almost heart-breaking beautiful.

But undeniably lovely as she was facially, it was seeing her in the dress what made him ache all the way to his private parts.

It was a long, body-hugging silvery sheath that covered her fully from neck to just above her high-heels, but with a daring slit high along one side, showcasing a smooth, toned leg with each step.  The fabric was thin and tight like a second skin but with a minute, delicate texture that emphasized her generous volumetry, seeming to shimmer and shift as she moved, adjusting fluidly to her contours with every motion, with the swaying motions of her walk, as if her body had been thinly coated with impossibly pure liquid silver, calling attention boldly to her hourglass-like shape, to her flat abdomen and narrow waist, the nicely curved hips and solid, rounded behind, and the large, so large, high-set breasts tightly packed in the skin-tight fabric, where the taut surface's sheen highlighted the subtly raised nubs of her nipples.  

Simple hanging earrings were her only jewelry, and she wore no other adornments.  There was no need.  Her body in that dress was all that could ever be needed.

And there was no way she had anything under that.  No way.


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"You guys!  You finally showed up!"

"Hello, Johnny."

"What took so long?"  His face was flushed and he held a glass full of a reddish liquid.  "Alright, wow.  I can see now why you're late.  They had to sew that thing around you?  Can you actually breathe?"

"Very funny.  I can breathe, yes."

"Can sure see you can.  Damn.  That's some push-up action right there."

"I'm not wearing any-Oh, forget it.  We're late because Reed had to check things at the lab before leaving."

"Ah, nothing new there.  So where's Ben?"  

"Begged off at the last moment.  He didn't feel like bringing Alicia here and did not want to come without her."

"Bummer.  The party is awesome.  Lots of gorgeous-looking babes and the most amazing stuff to eat and drink."

"Careful with the booze, Johnny."

"Aye, Aye, Mommy."  He bowed with an exaggerated gesture.  "Rich?  Buddy!  What're you doing over there staring like that?  Come here!  I need a wingman!"  

"Ah, yes.  Hello.  Mr. Richards.  Ms. Richards.  How-How are you doing?"

"It's nice to see you again, Rich."

"Rich, my man, where are those three babes Sue left with you the last time?"

"Oh, we kinda lost contact these days.  They opened a business.  Doing quite well, I hear."

"Oh, great for them."  Sue smiled wistfully.  She would have liked to see her friends again.  It may have made this night bearable.  "What kind of business?"

"Er, a service one."   Rich looked away, his face reddening.  “Specialized service.  Er...  Seems the Skrull Empire abolished slavery all over their dominions and started offering financial backing for start-ups of... um, specially trained individuals.  Looks like they will make it a franchise and all."

"Really?  What sort of franchise?  Fast food?  Beauty parlors?"

Sue raised her eyebrows.   "Johnny."

"What?"

Sue sighed.  Her brother could be dense sometimes.  "Just forget it.  You don't need to know."

"Why?"

Reed cut in, trying to be helpful.  "I think Rich means it is some kind of...  brothel?  Would that be the correct term?"

Sue covered her face.  "Could we move on?"

"Alright, Rich, come with me, let's get away from the old folks and get some drinks."

He dragged Rich away, who glanced back at Sue nervously.

"Er, I kinda don't-"

"Come on, you gotta get me connected there.  Those were really hot babes."

Sue shook her head, watching them go.  "We have to help Johnny get a steady girlfriend.  He's going to end up with some alien STD or something."

"Interesting concept.  Sexually transmitted diseases tend to be those so hard to contract that they require intimate exchange of fluids.  However, the index of actual compatibility among humanoid species which should be null, is instead unusually high, which hints at common origins, so maybe-"

"Alright, now I regret having mentioned it.  Maybe we could get some drinks, too."

"Really?"  He stretched his midsection an extra foot to peer over the crowd around them.  "I'll get you one, dear.  Just wait."

"No, no.  Don't you leave me here -REED!"

But he had already moved away.  Fuming, she tried to follow, but his pliability gave him a great advantage in navigating through the multitude of party-goers.  

"Oh, great.  Just great."

"He did not just leave you, did he?  So that anyone could just come and take you away?"

Susan froze, startled by the sudden voice heard over the loud din of the multiple overlapping conversations and the background music.  

Suddenly her dress felt too tight, so much that she could not breathe.

It could not be.  Not him.

She turned around, and her previous sense of cold became a glacial feeling of numbness.  

"I was told you were dead."


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"Here, have this one."

"I don't know if the Nova Corps are meant to drink at all-"

"Come on, loosen up, grow some balls.  So how much are we talking about, money-wise?"

"Really, I never-"

"Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four.  I am happy to find you."

Both young men turned at the soft, musical voice, towards the slender, young girl in the lush, ornate robes flowing over her graceful frame, her long shiny black hair arranged in a complex pattern under the elaborate headdress, its green highlights shining in the indirect lighting.  Her bright green eyes shone, large in her young, lovely pale green face.

"Woah, Princess Analle?"

"Anelle."  

At her smile, both instantly stood up straighter.  "Right, Anelle!  

Rich stared.  "She's a-?  But she's so-"

Johnny hushed him quickly.  "Great to see you again, Princess.  You look lovely tonight."

Rich nodded.  "Lovely.  Yes."

"Thank you.  Johnny Storm, do you remember when we met recently?"

"Yeah, you...  So it was you, who came to my cell.  Back when I was held prisoner."

She glanced nervously at the two beefy Skrull warriors standing a couple of paces behind her.  "Please be more discreet.  But yes, I did see you there."

"But it wasn't you the second time, right?  Not while looking just like my-"

"I did go a second time."  She pointed at Rich.  "I gave you back his warrior suit.  To help you escape."

"Oh, yes.  That.  Right.  It was all a bit confusing.  Not that all hot green babes look alike or anything, but-"

"I was glad to know that you got away safe."

"Was kinda glad myself, too."

She smiled and they smiled back sheepishly.  

"So, what did he say?  Did he give you any reply for me?"

"Um, come again?"

"When you delivered my message, did you get any reply meant for me?"

Blood rushed away from Johnny's face.   "Oh!  THAT message."


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"Oh, reports of my death were... greatly exaggerated."

Sue was almost a head taller in her high heels than the hunched, ungainly figure dressed in long, flowing robes.  The dark-spotted green face, angular and deeply-furrowed at the chin, sported a wide toothy grin while his narrow eyes shamelessly ran over her from head to toes.

Sue stepped back, her fists clenched.  "Kl'rt said that-"

"Kl'rt?  Such an unreliable underling.  I'm sorry you had to put up with him."

She glanced quickly all about them, still startled, unbalanced, yet ready to project her force-field.  Could this be a Skrull trick?  Part of a new gambit against them?  Could the Skrulls be planning to betray them all?  Yet all around them the party continued without any hints of wrongdoing.

"He said that your wife had killed you."  

"Well, that's marriage, you know.  There were... old grievances to work out."  Bony shoulders rose in a shrug.  "It did mean a lengthy stay in a regeneration pod.  However, as you can see, I got better.  And there's now a new...  arrangement.  But I'm touched that you were so concerned."

She frowned.  "Concerned?  I wasn't-"  
 
"Of course, it must have been rather painful for you, to think me gone, to think you'd never again see me, or again be with me-"  

"What?  You think that I-?  You're insane!"  

"And now you must be quite overwhelmed, by surprise, and relief, and delight, and excitement, to know I'm still here.  For you."

"For-?"  She stepped back again, shaking her head, stunned by his arrogance, his audacity.  "How dare you...  show up here, like this?  After all that you did?  To us?  To me?  After all...."  Anger flared behind her pale blue eyes.  "I should just-!"

"Sue, I got your-Oh, good evening."

"Reed?"

He calmly handed her an elaborately arranged beverage.  "Sorry for the delay.  All dispensers were quite crowded."

"We meet again, Earthman Richards."

"Ah, Emperor Dorrek VII, if I am not mistaken."  Reed extended his hand.  "It has been a while since the Morrat incident."

Susan stared in disbelief as they calmly shook hands.  

"Oh, my place within the Empire has changed since you were last my guests."  

"Guests?"  Her beverage crashed to the floor.  "GUESTS?"

Those around them barely glanced and quickly returned to their affairs.  Drones hurried to clean up.

"Sue?  What was-?"

"This is Dorrek!  DORREK!  He-He condemned us to death!  He ordered that the aging ray be used on you and Ben and Johnny!  He's the one who-who-"

"The lovely lady is correct.  Such were my actions while being Emperor.  Hard decisions are the throne's unfortunate burden.  My sincere apologies for that."

"Apologies?  APOLOGIES?"

Reed moved close to her, lowering his voice.  "Sue, it was wartime.  We were helping Xandar, so we were their enemies at the time.  But now it’s over.  There is peace.  All this is to celebrate just that."

"You just don't know, Reed.  What he did.  What he-"

"I understand you are still upset.  I know that since I was not fully conscious at the time, it was easier for me, but that you had it much harder."

"Oh, I'm afraid she did.  Much harder, indeed."

"For you, and Ben and Johnny.  But the war is over.  There is a treaty now between Xandar and the Skrull Empire, ensuring peace, arranging for joint cooperation, for trade, for cultural exchange.  Slavery is outlawed at last.  There is widespread peace in this galaxy for the first time in untold cycles.  We can't put that at risk."

"So everything is forgiven?  Everything?  Just like that?"

"The only way to have peace is to let go of grievances."  

"Your husband is an enlightened man, my lady."

"It's really about time we ended this long enmity between us."  Reed turned towards the Skrull.  "There must be so much we could offer each other.  Much to share, to exchange, if we are both willing."

"Indeed.  So much.  To offer.  To share.  To exchange.  So much."   

Sue was stunned.  How could Reed not be getting any of that?   

The grin spread wider, green eyes boring into her.  "Are you, my dear lady?  Willing?"

"Enough.  That's enough."  She didn't care anymore where they were or what may happen.  She would just smash that odious grin from his face.

"Reed!  Susan!  Dorrek!"  The voice cut the tension, smooth, but with a sense of unquestioned authority.  "Oh, but you've already gotten together!"

Followed at a polite distance by an escort of burly Nova Corpsmen, Adora, Suzerain of Xandar, strode towards them, all smiles and heavy perfume and exotic makeup and almost nothing else.

The green smile expanded even more.  "We are working on that."


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Her eyes were like those of a deer before headlights.  "You lost it?  The message?"

"Yeah, sorry about that.  Look, it was quite a messy time, the escape, what with the fighting and all that-"

She covered her trembling mouth.  "I trusted the words of my heart to you and you-you-?"

"Hey, you were giving me a message for another guy, remember.  It's not like we were-"

She covered her face and ran away.  Her towering bodyguards glowered at both of them before following her hurriedly.

Rich turned to Johnny.  "You really lost her message?"

"Hey!  I was under stress, ok?  We were going to be killed there!"

"I know!  I was there, too!  But that was a lady trusting you to-"

"Oh, yeah, shinning knight, you would have done much better.  Just because she's a drop-dead gorgeous young princess begging for your help you would have risked your life for her sake without any doubt!"

"Um, yes.  Sure.  Wouldn't you?"

"Well...  I was rather worn out at the time, cause... reasons!  And she kept going on about this other guy, so it was sorta off-putting.  This Mar-Vell fellow who-"

"So what was the message about?"

"What the hell do I know?  Why would I read it?  I can't even remember if I got it out of the cell or not."


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Her walk was a deliberate, well-measured production, her young, lean body lean flaunting the graceful curves of a supermodel.  Her long brown hair was arranged in multiple braided layers, strung with gleaming jewels, and more jewels shone stuck to multiple key points of her mostly bare flesh.  She wore less cloth than make-up.  The traditional Xandarian blue shades were patterned not just around her eyes but also drawn suggestively on her exposed flesh, like graphic instructions of where to look or touch or caress: over her abdomen and hips, her long neck, and in concentric whorls on her perky, out-thrust breasts, peaking on her blue-coated compact nipples.  White strips of soft leather were stacked in succession on her long shapely legs and arms, and a handful of lengths of gauzy, insubstantial fabric flowed at key spots, careful to not really cover much of anything.

Sue had thought that the outfit she was forced to wear by the Skrulls back in their world had been slutty.  She had no idea.  No idea at all.  In her present skin-tight, body-hugging dress, she felt positively nun-like.

"Oh, Reed, Susan, we're so pleased to see you."  Adora took a hand of each and leaned to peck at their cheeks.  "We couldn't wait to have you both, here.  We owe all this to you."

Reed fidgeted nervously.  "Ah, no need to-"

"Yes, no need at all,"  Sue interrupted, holding on to his arm assertively.

"So you know Ambassador Dorrek!"    

Green eyes glinted.  "Oh, yes.  We do know each other.  Quite well, too."

"He honors us with his presence, representing High Empress R'Klll."

Sue frowned.  "Ambassador?"

"The throne was a too heavy to bear for long, I confess.  R'Klll, my former wife, stepped up to the task instead.  That's the new arrangement.  I now serve the Empire in this far more pleasant capacity, here, mingling like this, with such extraordinary beauties as those before me."

"Oh, you are too kind, Ambassador.  But Susan!  Your dress is just amazing.  Interactive, inertia-responsive fabric, right?  Please, let us know the maker."

"It-It was a gift."

"Really?  How generous.  It must be worth a fortune."

"Reed-?"

"Doesn't she look ravishing in it, Ambassador?"

"Absolutely.  It's perfect for her.  Although the lady would always look beautiful in anything, Suzerain.  Or in nothing."

"I tell her that,"  Reed added.  "But she doesn't believe me."

Adora placed her hand on Reed's chest.  "Oh, it's not the same coming from your partner.  Never the same.  From your partner.  Isn't that right, Susan?"

Sue frowned at Adora's words.  "You're...  quite a sight yourself, Adora.  Very... striking."

"Please, it's just something I put on in a hurry."

More like put off, Sue thought.

Adora sighed.  "The treaty and all those new agreements are so time-demanding.  I must actually look dreadful.  Isn't that so, Reed?"

"No, you look lovely, of course."

"You flatterer!  We must have you more often.  Here.  With us.  In Xandar."  She turned, smiling, to Sue.  "Both of you, of course."

Reed glanced nervously at his wife.  "Well, there's much work to do on Earth, Suzerain.  It's not-"

"But the transporter makes it so easy!  You could be here every night.  Every night!"  She seized Reed's arm.  "To enjoy some relaxation.   And some variety."

Susan's eyebrows rose.  "Variety?"  
 
"Exactly."  Her hand moved to his shoulder.  "Xandar can offer so many more exotic pleasantries than Earth."

"Perhaps Earth offers him more than you think."  She stared at Reed.  Why hadn't he brushed off this hussy already?

"A mind of extraordinary intellect and sensibilities like Reed must not be restricted, Susan."

"Well, I'm sure he'd tell me if he finds himself...  restricted."

Reed looked away from her icy gaze.  "Ah, we appreciate your generous offer of hospitality, Suzerain, and we will keep up the scheduled work with Master Xar, but otherwise I must really decline-"

"Oh, wait.  Listen!"  Adora closed her eyes, gesturing for others to pay attention to the music rising in the background.  "That is my favorite composition!  I must dance to it, now!  Or this celebration shall be ruined for me.  Oh, please, Susan, can you be so kind?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can I have your husband?  Just for a quick one?"

Reed raised his eyebrows.  "I don't think I can dance this sort of music.  I'd better not-"

Adora laughed.  "Oh, I will gladly show you how, silly.  Come!  You must come with me!  You must!"

Open-mouthed, Susan stared as a flustered Reed was dragged away by Xandar's mostly naked ruler through a dense throng of wildly gyrating Xandarians.

"That slut.  That damn slut.  I never said he could.  Or she could.  Never.  Why ask at all, then?"

"She is quite...  impulsive, the Suzerain, isn't she?"

Sue did not even glance at the Skrull now standing next to her.  "Is that even dancing?  She's just rubbing against him!"

"We could join them."  A long-fingered green hand reached for hers.    

She pulled her hand away violently, and stepped back, glowering.  "Don't you dare touch me.  Don't you ever dare touch me!"

"Of course, you're right.  That's not dancing.  Now, what you did for me, back on my world, at my party.  How you moved before me, against me...  Now, that was dancing."

Her eyes narrowed.  "Don't you speak about that.  Just don't."

"You, swaying, twisting, grinding against me.  Making your body speak, speak loudly.  That was dancing indeed."

"You made me do that.  You forced me to."

"You got wet there, didn't you?  Dancing for me?"

"What?"

"You got wet.  Moving over me.  Against me.  Against my bulge, my cock.  You did.  I could tell.  Did I make you do that, too?"  

"You humiliated me.  Then you tortured and abused me."  She clenched her fists tighter.  "I should make you pay, right now, right here, pay for all that, for all you did.  I should-"  

"But it'd be a shame if anything was to undermine all this peace effort, and place everything currently achieved here at risk, wouldn't it?  A real, real shame."

"You think that... protects you?  That you can get away unpunished for everything you did just because it'd could become a political incident?  That this treaty gives you a free pass, immunity to do whatever you want?"

"Actually it does.  Ambassador to Xandar, remember?  Comes with the title."

"This is not about your world and Xandar.  This is about what you did.  To me.  Don't think I can so easily forget-"

"I know you can't forget it.  How could you?  You must think of it all the time.  About me and you.  And me, in you.  Thinking about how close you were to-"

"I'm thinking I should finish what your wife didn't!"

"Or perhaps we should finish what we didn't.  Everything we didn't quite finish.  Back at my rooms."

She closed her eyes and turned away.  "I don't have to listen to this.  I don't have to be here."  

"But did you come?"

"WHAT-?"

"Did you come?  There, in my rooms?  Or even earlier, at the party?  Right before everyone, before your companions?  Just by rubbing yourself against my covered cock?  Did you come?  Hard?  Harder than you had ever-?"

The sound of her slap was drowned by all the music and laughter and talking.


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Rich shook his head with disapproval.  "You know, as a hero, you kinda suck."

"Hey, at least I'm not pinning for another guy's wife."


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She stormed off, seething with fury, away from him, away from the party, away from them all.

The nearest doors opened behind opulent draperies to an empty large balcony, unroofed and dimly-illuminated, overlooking the Xandarian capitol city.  Between far-spaced low metal posts on its rim a translucent, field-generated balustrade served as boundary before a drop of hundreds of feet.

She breathed deeply the clear air, eyes closed, leaning forward on the low barrier with arms spread out, taking in the silence and open space for a lengthy stretch of time, a welcome relief from the previous oppressive crowd and noise.  From everything.

She shivered, and not because of the cold air.

She knew they should have never come here.  She could not wait to get away from this horrible place, and its horrible people.  Away.  Away from...

"Nice view."


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"What-What do you mean?"

"Come on.  I can see it.  She can see it.  Everyone can!  Maybe not Reed, but he doesn't count.  He's just Reed."
  
"See it?"

"See that you have a hard-on for Sue.  For fuck's sake, even Alicia could see it if she was around!  And she's blind!"

Rich blushed.  "I do-I do think Ms. Richards is very pretty but-"

"Please.  She's hot, alright?  Hot as hell.  I know.  Everyone knows.  That why everyone wants into her-"

"Jeez, man!  She's your sister!"

"Yeah, but I'm not blind.  Or stupid.  And she's always been like that.  Hot and smart.  Little Miss Perfect, basically.  Perfect face and hair.  Perfect long legs and tight butt.  Perfect big tits.  All that.  Bossy as fuck, though.  It's just lucky that Reed doesn't-"

"You shouldn't talk about her like that!"

"And you shouldn't be drooling like that.  Get over it.  She's married.  Reed's like the smartest guy alive, and loaded, too.  Who the fuck are you?  Some punk kid not yet in college who got an alien super-powered suit through dumb luck?  She may hook up sooner with a Skrull or something than with-"

Rich just walked away.

Johnny shook his head.  Great.  He was really Mister Sensitive tonight.


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She turned, irritated, the instant of silent peace broken by his smarmy voice.  Had he been staring at her rear?

"You shouldn't have followed me."

The green-skinned figure in the long robes walked onto the balcony under the Xandarian night sky.  

"We all could use some fresh air."

Anger rose behind her light blue eyes.  "I could just throw you over this edge here, and you'd get a lot of fresh air.  What about that?"

"Surely there are better things to do, out here, the two of us."

There was suddenly a barrier before the new arrival preventing any further step.  An invisible barrier.

"I'm warning you, Dorrek.  There's no power inhibitor on me now.  Things are different.  So stop taunting me.  Stop trying to provoke me."  
  
"You talk about provoking?  You, in that dress?"

The force-field pushed its target back over the floor, away from her, towards the doors of the balcony.

"You'd better leave.  Now.  Before I decide to make you pay.  For everything."

"But you don't want me to.  Not really.  As you didn't want me to go, back then, in my rooms, when we were so rudely interrupted.  That's why you came here now, where we could be alone, knowing I would follow you.  Wanting me to follow you."

"I warned you."

The force-field instantly slammed and pinning the short Skrull against the wall just next to the doors.

"That was for the aging ray."

The invisible force surged back and the forward again to slam its target against the wall much harder than before.

"And that was for me."

A grimace of pain lasted only a moment.  "Fair enough."

"There's so much more I could do.  I could end you a dozen different ways if I chose to."

"Yet you haven't."

"Not because you don't deserve it.  Not because I wouldn't want to."

"I know there's much you want to do.  So much.  But won't allow yourself.  Because you're just afraid."

"Afraid?  You think I'm afraid?  I've stood before Galactus, Dorrek.  I've faced threats you cannot even imagine.  There's nothing about you that could make me afraid."
  
Both green hands pressed flat against the force-field's invisible surface.  "Yet you feel you need to be protected from me."

She frowned, and after a moment of doubt, the invisible barrier was no more.  "I don't need protection.  Not now.  Not from you."

"Having no protection makes it more exciting, doesn't it?  Being...  exposed.  At risk.  That's why you got wet, back then, for me, when-"

"Stop that.  Just stop.  I- don't know what you're after, but you will not get to me, Dorrek.  Maybe you want to break the peace.  Maybe you want to goad me into doing it for you.  But you will not manipulate me.  I won't play along with your games."

"But you never answered me.  Did you come?  Back then?  Did you?"

Her invisible force seized and lifted up the robe-clad Skrull, off the floor and over to the very edge of the balustrade, to totter over the multi-story drop to the ground level below.

"I could just end this, here and now.  I could even make your body invisible and nobody'll ever know until the stench gives it away."

Inside the restraining force-field, the green Skrull face remained impassive.  "You could.  But you won't."
 
She shook her head, and let him drop onto the balcony's floor.   

"I'm better than that.  I am finished with this."  She walked to the doors, high heels clicking on the polished floor.  "Don't even think of following-"

"You did not answer."  The Skrull casually rearranged the purple robes, standing up.  "Whether you came or not."

She stopped at the door, but did not turn around.  "I don't have to answer you, about anything-"

"So did you?  Grinding hard against me, at the party?   Or was it later, in my rooms?  When I had you?  When I owned you?"

Her hand on the door frame trembled.  "You did not have me.  Nor owned me.  You tortured me.  You abused me.  It's not the same."

"Really?  I seem to remember my hard cock stretching your tight, wet cunt, while you gasped and moaned.  Didn't that count?"

She slid the door open.  "Good bye, Dorrek.  I never want to see again."

"But perhaps you may want to see this."

She heard a metallic noise, of something dropped onto the floor, right behind them, between the two of them.

Frowning, she turned, and her startled face was lighted by the glowing nimbus of the holographic playback.

"That's quite a lot to show, isn't it?"


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Rich shouldered his way through the crowd, looking for her.  The noise and music and ever-shifting mass of partygoers, dancing and joking and flirting and what-not did not make it easy.  But she had just been here and could not have gone very far.

He had to find her.   He had to do what had to be done.


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Within the subtly shimmering volume encompassed by the holographic three-dimensional projection, she stood naked and bound, legs spread wide apart and arms stretched up above her head by the metal fastenings at her ankles and wrists, arching her back and shifting her weight with clear discomfort in her forced position, looking so completely exposed.  So vulnerable.  So helpless.

Susan's stomach tightened, watching the holographic recording.  "How-?"

"Of course everything was recorded, my dear.  Everything.  Such an exquisite opportunity could not be squandered."

Nervously, Sue closed the partially translucent door.  

Dorrek made a dismissive gesture.   "Don't worry about those inside.  There is a privacy threshold set.  Only we, close enough, can see it.  For now, at least.  Quite fittingly, too."

A second figure came into the visual field, short, green-skinned and just as naked as the bound Sue Storm, but free to calmly move about, to strut, flaunting the all-too-visible phallus that dangled stiffly between his skinny thighs and reached almost to his knobby knees, drawing the eyes of both her present and past selves.  The face of the last was filled with shock and fear, and she could not say it was any less for her, even now.

She should not be staring.  Not now.  Not as she had done, back then, as her recording image did.  As she did now.  Staring.  At him.  At it.

Could the lateral angle be making it look larger than she remembered?  Larger than she had ever recalled, even in those few restless instances where such disturbing memories resurfaced to trouble her, to disrupt her peace of mind and body with unsettling, unwanted effects and lingering, too-absurd second-guessing?  Not even Terrax had seemed so monstrously over-endowed.  Perhaps it was just contrast.  Perhaps his member stood out even more dramatically because his overall body mass was so much proportionally smaller, compared to Terrax's thick frame, or Kl'rt's muscular build, making that huge thing between his legs look even more absurdly oversized against his otherwise unimpressive physique, so grotesquely disproportionate even for such an apparently ill-made being.  So monstrously huge.

The recorded Dorrek spoke with nasty threats and innuendo, but Sue only registered with unease how his figure moved closer and closer to her own, while his member shockingly grew even larger and stiffer, rising high, up and towards her, until its bulbous head brushed against her obviously trembling body.  

"Stop this.  Stop it.  Why-Why are you showing me this?"

"To help you remember.  Remember how you felt.  How you trembled before me.  Against me."

"Stop it.  Now."  Her anger was now overlaid by a tense, growing sense of dread.  She had underestimated how much of a threat he was.  Literally.  "Turn it off."

"And remember all you have to lose.  Or gain."

Her eyes reluctantly looked up.

Dark green against light pink, lips moved close to other.


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Johnny Storm downed the last of his drink and leaned back to appreciate the view.

But if Sue were watching this, Reed would surely be sleeping on the couch tonight, or maybe forever.

He wouldn't have called that dancing, really, but Adora could certainly move that ass.  Quite an ass, too.  He should try hitting on her again.  One never knew.

And where was Sue anyway?  She did not seem to be around, much less watching.  You would feel the rage for miles.

He had forgotten that in these fancy clothes he did not have the usual communication nodules.  Probably neither did hers.  She surely could not carry anything at all while in that dress.

So where was she?


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It took a lengthy while of many teasing near-misses and interruptions, of closer and closer brushes, of tension accumulated from the repeated proximity of coarsely corrugated green lips that almost touched her soft, light-pink ones, before their mouths finally met fully, at length, in eventual mutual participation and intensity, while his huge, hard member was caught between their bodies.

Sue's mouth was closed tightly, unlike that in the images displayed before her.  

"It didn't take you long to stop protesting, did it?"  

She looked away, uncomfortably reminded of the actual physical presence mere steps away from her, there in the terrace.  

"And to accept my touch, and my tongue in your mouth.  And so much more, too."  

A few taps in the control wristband made the holo image change into a different arrangement of it participants.  

She was leaning forward, hanging by her wrists from the misaligned arm restrains, her long blond hair flowing loose over her lowered head, while her legs were spread apart much wider than before.  Dorrek was behind her, his hands on her trembling buttocks, while he positioned his rigid member against her private parts, parting the folds of her sex with its oversized head.

"You were certainly accepting... quite a lot, weren't you?"

Sue blanched, knowing what was to come, both hearing and recalling her gasps and short cries as it began.  She saw her whole body tense and tremble, and stiffened in sympathetic echo.  Without the chains holding her up, she would have collapsed with the pain and strain.  How could she forget the pain?  The pain when his huge head began to force its way into her, began to stretch her gate open, began to...

"So did you come, right there, just as I first-?"

"Turn it off."  

"It does look like you-"

"TURN IT OFF!"

The holo images froze, with both participants immobile in the middle of their respective exertions.  Barely the tip of his member was inside her, yet her static expression spoke volumes of its effect, while the thickness and length still poised to follow proved a daunting sight.  

"So did you?  Did you come, right there, as soon as my cock was inside you?"

"You-You were barely inside me at all.  Just the tip, the head, for just a few seconds...  It was just...  an aborted start.  That can hardly-"

"Really?  That must have been so disappointing, then.  So frustrating.  Because you looked quite ready.  For more of it.  For all of it."

"You had me bent over and chained, with my ankles and wrists bound.  I could hardly walk away.  I wouldn't have had any of it, Dorrek.  Ever.  Of that, or your kiss, or anything else of yours, if you had not forced me to."

"But I did.  I forced you.  Forced you to surrender to me.  And I think that you found out how much it excited you, how much it made you cream yourself.  No wonder you were so appalled, so heart-broken to think me dead."

"Heart-broken-?"

"To think that you'd never have me properly fuck you.  Fuck you like you wanted to.  Like you wished you had.  Desperately wished you had, or that somehow you still could."

"You scum, I was glad to think you were dead.  I was relieved!  I was thankful!"

"Thankful?  That you wouldn’t have to face me again?"

"YES!"

"That you would not have to face wanting me?"

"YES-NO!  NO!  Not that!  Not THAT!"

"Because you knew you loved it.  Loved being forced to surrender to that big cock forcing its way into your tight, hot, wet cunt.  Loved that big, thick cock, making you whimper and moan and-"

"I hated it!"  She trembled with anger.  "Hated it and I hated you!  You and that monstrous cock!  Hated every single part, every single instant!  Hated how much it hurt, how much it fucking hurt, hated how much it shamed me, and hated how much it made me-!"

She could not go on anymore, her breathing too hard and fast, her fury about to explode, both so close now that they could touch, and she saw him stare at her heaving chest, smirking.

"Oh, my.  How excited does it make you to hate all of that so much.  How, indeed."

She winced.  Her chest rose with each labored breath.  Through the delicately textured surface of her skin-tight dress her nipples poked out visibly, fully erect, the hard nubs and their respective slightly raised aureoles standing out in full detail through the silvery cloth.

"Just as you were right then.  Excited.  And wet.  So wet.  How could you take it at all, otherwise?"

She saw her frozen expression in the holo image, taking in her closed eyes and open mouth and everything else.  

"I-I was tired, exhausted.  I was held for hours, and worked over, and teased and...  I could hardly control what..."

"Yet now you are rested.  Free.  In full control of yourself, and your powers.  But you're still breathing fast.  Your face is  flushed.  Your nipples are hard, very hard.  You're excited.  Aroused."

She crossed her arms again over her chest, flustered.  

"I-I'm angry.  That's what-"

"Just that?"

She stepped well away from him, along the edge of the now static holo field, to collect herself, her face flushed red.  

"Maybe you did...  affect me, physically.  Maybe my body responded in some measure to... what you did.  To you.  But that doesn't mean I hated it any less.  And I did.  I hated being there, hated being forced, forced into...  readiness.  But the life of those I love depended on my compliance and that was all that mattered.  I had no other options then but to... endure.  And I did what I had to do.  That was all."  She glanced quickly at the static holo image.   "Maybe even now, from watching this...  Maybe I...  But even if I..."

"If you-?"  The green-skinned alien was now a mere step away from her.

"It does not matter.  Whatever happened... between us....  I'll never let it happen again.  Much less become something...  more.  Not ever.  Not willingly.  And certainly not with you."

"Something more?"  

"No matter what you do, how you try to use this..."  She gestured at the holo image.  "It's not going to happen.  You're not going to... have me.  You're not.  I will not be yours.  No matter how you try to seduce me or blackmail me, or-"

"Blackmail is such a harsh word."

"It's the right word.  Why else would you show me this, if not to threaten me?"

"It would indeed be a shame if this were to filter through the galactic data networks, and become public.  What would your husband think?"

"I... would explain.  He knows what was at stake.  He could understand..."

"And the general populace of Earth?  Would they be so understanding?"

She blanched.  She could imagine the headlines.  The broadcasts.  Tabloids.  Blogs.  All spreading the videos, the images.  Could she somehow shield Franklin from it?  Maybe if she quit the group?  Leave the Fantastic Four?  Wouldn't that distance her from Reed?  Would it break up her marriage?

"No.  I will not let you...  I'd rather fight this all my life in the media than bow to you, than..."

"And what about Xandar?  How would it affect the peace here?  Many may ponder your allegiances, your likely self-interest, once it's known that you've been involved intimately with the former Skrull emperor."

"Let them.  If they want peace, let them keep it, themselves, and not-"

"It may not be so easy."  Fingers tapped the wristband controls.  

The previous static holo image vanished and was replaced by a much different composition.  

Her identical image was standing, still nude, but unbound, with an exotic handgun in hand, pointing it at Dorrek, who lay sprawled on the floor.  The weapon fired, again and again.

"I didn't do that,"  Sue said, startled.  "That was not me!"

"Really?  What if the Skrull Ambassador to Xandar were to suddenly vanish?  Followed by the discovery of dead Skrull body, resembling him to the last detail.  Shortly before a copy of this short scene is released.  How would that affect the current diplomatic process?"

Sue stared, dumbstruck.  "Who would believe that?  That I did it?  From Skrull footage?  Everyone knows Skrulls are experts at deception!"

"Not just Skrull footage."
  
Another tap and the holo display changed.

The purple-robed Skrull standing before Sue was suddenly jerked up into the air by an invisible force while her voice rang out loud and clear.

***I could just end this, here and now.  I could even make your body invisible and nobody'll ever know until the stench gives it away.***

The image then vanished, leaving just the simple metal disk lying on the terrace floor.  

Sue stared at the empty air, speechless.

"That was streamed just now from the local palace security system.  It is in their records.  Xandarian records."

She glanced all about her, stepping backwards, overwhelmed, her confidence shaken in so many ways.  Was she being recorded all the time here?  Everywhere?  Everything she had said?  Everything?

She was furious at herself, for letting him goad her into losing control.  

How had she let him trap her like this?  

"You bastard.  You... set this up.  All of this.  Just to make me...  Just to have...  me?"

"A beauty like yours is worth any effort, my dear."

"Alright.  So I say yes.  So we fuck.  Once?  Twice?  All night?"

"Why, what would you prefer?"

"And then?  You'd just fuck me and it'd be over?  You'd just stop the blackmail?  Or will it go on?  Will you demand that I become your mistress, fucking behind my husband's back?  Or your formal concubine?  At your side to fuck and flaunt before all other Skrulls, before the entire galaxy?   Renouncing my family and world to serve you, forever, as your mate, your sex-toy?  As Kl'rt wanted?"  

"Kl'rt?  Interesting."

"Or maybe even become your actual wife?  Have me sworn to you in marriage?  Maybe even become pregnant with your seed, bearing your half-Skrull offspring?"

"Why, you're thinking this through more than-"

"Really, where would it stop?  Once I give in to anything?"  Her voice trembled with her anger and frustration.  "WHERE?"

"Who knows?"  The short, ungainly figure drew closer than before, and the green right hand reached for her face, green eyes glinting bright.  "But we could start...  with a kiss."

She stepped back, shaking her head.  "No.  It would never stop.  If I were to accept any of your demands, you would always hold power over me.  Always.  And it would never stop.  I know that."  

"Do you?"

"Do whatever you want, Dorrek.  Release those holos.  Go ahead!  I'll just have to face it.   But I will not become your whore."

"Maybe it's you, then.  Maybe you know that once you were mine, you'd be the one who would not want it to stop.  And that is what you fear the most."

"What?  I-?  Don't be ridiculous!"

"Maybe you know you'd be who would want more.  More than just one fuck.  More than just one night.  Much more."

"NO!  You-You just disgust me!"

"Perhaps.  Does that make you more excited, more aroused?  To desire so much to be owned by someone you find so hateful and disgusting?"

She just stepped backward,

"Were those your fantasies you voiced?  Being my lover?  My concubine?  My wife? Is that what you wished had happened?  If we hadn't been separated?  If you had remained there, in my power, in my arms?  Did you masturbate thinking of me?  Of what could have been?  Fantasizing about swearing me your love in a luxurious wedding before all the Skrull Empire?  About sharing my throne and bed, forever?  Does it still excite you?  To dream about being my beautiful Earthling bride and mate and mother to my children?"

"NO!"

Sue had paled, shaken by outrageous idea of being made pregnant by this odious ugly green alien, of being made to carry his Skrull children.  Their children. Why had she even thought of it, before?  They were different species. It could not be.  Not with him.  Not with Kl'rt.  It had to be biologically impossible.  

"Yet you are still excited."

Sue blushed, with shame and anger.  Her fully erect nipples ached painfully on her heaving chest, and her whole body felt on fire from her feet up.

Red-faced, she looked away from that leering alien face.  

"Maybe what you did to me... still has lingering effects.   Maybe I can't help feeling nervous, anxious, near you, after all you made me go through.  But that just makes me hate you and what happened even more.  Hate you and despise you. There is nothing I would ever want to do with you, Dorrek.  Nothing at all. You will never make me give in to you.  I am stronger than that.  And you will never have me.  Never."

"Really?"  The green eyes glinted.  "Prove it, then."

"What?"

"Prove it.  Prove that you don't want it.  That you don't want me.  Prove that you are stronger."  

"I don't need to prove anything to you."

"And to yourself?"

"Why would I have to-?"

"So you can stop wondering about it.  About you and me.  About us.  About how it would've been."

"There is no 'us', there never-"

"One kiss.  That's all it'd take.  Just one kiss.  If you don't enjoy it, if you don't respond, that'll prove you're right.  That you don't want it, or need it."

"No.  You're never getting to touch me again, Dorrek.  NEVER."

"Are you afraid?  Of what you may realize?  Or what you may be unable to deny?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of.  You only disgust me!"

"Show me, then.  How disgusted you are.  How unafraid.  With just a kiss."

"I don't have to show anyone anything!"  

After a moment of tense silence, the robed Skrull knelt to pick the metal disk and extended it casually towards her.

"Alright.  Here.  Have it."

She moved back away, ready to raise her force-field.  "What-?"  

"The holo disk.  Here.  Take it."

She stared, puzzled, but grudgingly took the offered item.  "Why?  Why would you-?"

"Call it... a gesture of good faith."

"Good faith?  From you?"

"The full holo code is there.  Not encrypted.  You can check it.  Surely knowing the full code sequences and with access to the Living Computers your husband can find how to automatically block them or wipe them from all systems across the galaxy, partially or in whole."  Bony shoulders shrugged.  "He is Reed Richards."

"And you'll just give it to me?"  

"Yes.  If you'll not be moved by them, what do I gain from their release?"

She weighed the small disk in his hand.  It had to be a trick.  "So I could just walk away now, with it?"

"Yes.  You can keep it.  Of course, I'd expect you to be fair."

She scoffed.  "Fair?  What do you know about fair?"

"I gave you something.  You give me something.  Isn't that how it works?"

"Right, there's the catch.  What do you want?"

"I want to fuck you, of course."

"Right!  Why am I not surprised?"  

"But I don't want a new wife.  Or a mistress.  R'Klll was the Empire's hottest piece of ass when we married, and I tired of her.  Mistresses are an even worse headache.  I just want us to fuck.  Finish what we started.  Then we part ways.  No strings attached.  Just some good, long fucking and that's it.  It's over." 

"I don't believe you.  I won't-"

"But wait, I want you to want it, see?  That makes it better.  For both.  And I think you do.  Want it."    

"I don't!"

"I think you just don't want to face it.  Face how much you want it.  But...  maybe I'm wrong."

"You ARE wrong."

"So we find out.  Who is right.  We have a test, first."

"A test?  What do you mean?"

"As I told you, we kiss."

"I am not kissing you!  How many times do I-?"

"One kiss.  That'd be all you have to risk.  And if you're as sure of yourself as you said-"

"I AM sure!"

"Then you win.  We kiss, freely, and if you don't get excited and willing, I was wrong and you can just walk away and never need see me again.  You already have the holo disk.  You are safe.  Would that be so hard?"  The green eyes glinted, taunting her.  "But I'm right, and you get as wet and horny and ready as I know you will, then we fuck.  We fuck well, and hard.  For one whole night.  And no more.  Afterwards, you leave.  You still have the disk.  We never meet again.  Or if we both want to, we can fuck from time to time.  But not make anything of it.  I hate clingy bitches."

"You really think I'll buy that?"

"Why not?  You have very little to lose.  If you're right.  And you are sure of being right, aren't you?"

"You creep."  She could not believe his arrogance.  "You're so full of yourself that you really believe you'll get me ready to fuck you with just a kiss?"

"Actually, yes.  I do."

"What if I walk away now, with the holo disk, and to hell with your test?"

"That would hardly be fair."

"You handed it over yourself, of your own volition.  I didn't ask you."

"Sure.  But also, you'd never know."

"Never know?"

"If you'd have lost.  You'll never be sure.  And you'll always wonder."

"I AM SURE."

"Then what's to fear?    It all would be finished after just a kiss, right?  Just one kiss.  Then all will be over."

Frowning, Susan took in that smug, lascivious expression, the ugly, repellent visage, so coarsely-featured, so deeply-lined with corrugations beyond the usual Skrull norm, so homely and unappealing compared even to others Skrull, much less to Kl'rt.  The more she looked, the more physically repelled she felt by the idea of enduring again his touch, the more unnerved she was by the shifty way he moved ever closer to her, crowding her, physically intruding into her personal space, so oppressively.  

How could such a scrawny creature seem so threatening just walking towards her?

He was so weak and pathetic, compared to all those others, all those super-human foes she had faced over the years.  Yet he was the first of their enemies to have actually spread her legs and forced his cock into her sex.  The first man, or male, aside from her husband or a variant of him, to have penetrated her, ever since she had been married.  Did that make him the first to have technically raped her?  Or was that Kl'rt, who had actually gone all the way with her?  Twice, too?  Did Dorrek's use of fingers and implements count, too?  However she judged it, Dorrek had abused her, sexually, cruelly, and now she was asked to kiss him.

Yet she could just walk away.  

Dorrek had given her the disk of his own volition, and there was no assurance yet that it was not fake, or a trick, or useless to her.  She was not morally obligated to reciprocate, even if he deserved such considerations.  She did not have to.

But why did it feel...  off?  She was the one supposed to do the right thing.  But what was the right thing?

He had done it on purpose.  To make her feel obligated.  And how could she owe HIM anything?

And could she even do it at all?

Could she bring herself to kiss him?  Her former abuser?  The cruel, loathsome alien who had once condemned her loved ones to death?  Who had held her bound and helpless to torture and force himself on her?

Would a kiss put an end to all of this?

There was risk.  In more than one way.  But surely she could handle it.  She would do whatever had to be done.  If she were to react in unwanted ways, as she had, with him, and Kl'rt, and even Terrax, surely she was ready now to deal better with it, now that she knew what to expect; she would be able to handle it, to keep her self-control, if determined enough, if she put her mind to it.  Even with him.  She would handle whatever anger and revulsion or any opposite alternatives.  If necessary.  It had to be easier than with Kl'rt; she certainly did not regard Dorrek the same way, physically or any way.  How could this stunted toad compare?

She could.  She had to.  She had to believe so.  

Because ultimately, it angered her to think he might believe she had been afraid.  She hated the idea of letting this arrogant, hateful creep think he could have won her over.  Of leaving any doubt.  

Maybe she did have to prove it.  To him.  To herself.

"Just one kiss?"

"Just one kiss."  

She squared her shoulders.  "Alright.  Let's do it.  One kiss."



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"Master Xar!"

He was relieved to find a familiar face in the huge, teeming crowd, and rushed to join the aged scientist.

"Earthman Johnny Storm."  Xar nodded in greeting.  "Are you enjoying the party?"

"Well, booze's great, I give you that.  Music is weird but sorta funky."

"I see.  Well, now I must-"

"Wait, wait, I'm looking for my homies.  Like, Rich, the guy also from Earth who's in your Nova squad-"

"Nova Corps."

"That one.  Seen him?  He bolted just now and can't find him."

"I have not, I regret to say.  Now if you-"

"How about my sister?  You know, cute blonde with big-"

"Earthwoman Susan Storm Richards?  The companion of the Great Mind Richards?"

He snorted at that Great Mind thing again.  "Yeah!  Her."  

"I did see Susan Storm Richards near that area a while ago, walking rather in a hurry.  Towards the terrace there, maybe."


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As the leering Skrull moved towards her, Sue took yet another step back, and suddenly ran out of terrace floor, her rear bumping the balcony's force field balustrade, with the multi-story drop behind it.  Startled, with her balance comprised, she flailed for the top railing, almost stumbling back, but her wrist and waist were suddenly seized with surprising strength, stopping her from toppling backwards, and holding her safely in place.  

"Careful, my dear."

The short, homely Skrull was right before her, holding her between him and the see-thru barrier at her back.  Her torso was arched slightly, pulled slightly forward by his hand at the small of her back, just over the edge of the balustrade, where her rounded rear pressed against its translucent field surface.  Both her arms were spread to her sides, holding onto the railing, with one held firmly at the wrist.  
 
She tensed, shaken.  She had recently refused to be ever touched by Dorrek again, but now his hands were on her.  At her wrist and waist, holding her, much stronger than she would have expected, and large, very large.  She should not be surprised at that, should she?

Her face reddened and she looked to a side, away from his face.  She could not thank him.  Not him.  

"It was just a misstep."   Her force-field would have saved her even if she had toppled over and fallen, anyway.

She tried to straighten up but was not released.  The holds on her wrist and waist grew tighter as she was pulled closer.  

Despite knowing she could rely on her invisible force, she still felt on the verge of panic, pinned there, her back against the low barrier, with the long drop behind her, and him before her, pressing forward.

"Wait.  I-I'm not... comfortable."  How could she, she thought bitterly.  She shifted her footing.  "Could we-?"

"I'll help."  

The hand at her back slid around her slender waist and down the side of her hip, reaching her outer thigh, just where the her dress was cut in daring slit to let one of her legs freedom of movement.  A fingertip tapped lightly the very point where the slit started and then slid up.  Following this, the slit became larger, higher, the silver, shimmering cloth parting effortless to expose more of the smooth, toned flesh of her upper thigh, reaching almost the top of her hip.

She gasped in surprise.  "How-?  How did you do that-?"

"It's a feature."  The fingertip moved back, brushing over her newly uncovered hip and then lower, encouraging her exposed leg to move away from the other.  "Better now?"

Her mouth opened in realization.  She should have known.  It was obvious in hindsight.

"It was you.  You sent it.  This dress.  To me."

"Of course.  You didn't think it was your husband, did you?  Something this exquisite?"

"You had no right!"

"You look luscious in it.  What else matters?"

"I should take it off-"

"I wouldn't complain.  Go ahead.  Or I could do it for you."

She shook her head, angry.  It did not matter.  So she was wearing his gift?  How could that be worse than having his hands again on her?  Than having his mouth again on hers?  She could handle that.  She had to.  She should get it done as quickly as she could.  Get it over with.

But even with her widened stance, with the two standing closer than ever, she still remained much taller, her face too high, and her bosom fit in the space between the Skrull furrowed chin and the sunken chest below.  Looking at the ugly, green-hued alien face and below, she self-consciously realized that her nipples remained achingly hard and were surely very noticeable just there, in their tight proximity.

"Perhaps I should... remove my high heels.  So you can better reach-"

"I like you in high heels."  

The hand on her side reached farther back and abruptly tugged her hips forward, pulling her lower body away from the balcony edge and against his lead leg placed between her own.  Her free leg stretched forward and out, allowed by the new higher cut on her tight dress, while the other became slightly bent, so she reclined at a steeper angle against the balustrade, lower on its surface, her upper body leaning further back precariously.  She was now just slightly higher, and her face was not beyond reach, while her breasts pressed hard and high on the bony upper body, so the alien chin seemed to rest just over their firm upper curved surface.

She opened her mouth to protest but with a lunge, the green-lipped mouth moved towards hers.

One kiss, just one kiss, she reminded herself, nervously.

She was now in his arms.  About to kiss.  

She had to.  She had to do it.  Let him kiss her.  Let Dorrek kiss her.  

And she had to hate it.  How could she not?  She had to hate it and show it.  She had to show him.  

She reached up with her free hand to brush a loose blonde lock of hair away from her flushed face, and her open lips.  Away from between them.

"So go ahead.  Test me."


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He shifted the draperies aside.  Where was the lock?  Did these doors swing or slide or what?


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She felt like closing her eyes, to keep from seeing him, there, right before her, about to meet her mouth again with his own.  

But she did not.  She could not.  

She had to see him, see Dorrek, with his ugly face and squinty, malicious eyes, peering hungrily into hers.  She had to remain fully aware of how much she hated him and how much she had to hate being kissed by him.  Having his mouth on hers, his lips, his tongue...

When the alien mouth moved forward, she did the same, and their breaths mingled as one.


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"HEY, SUE-!"

Johnny strode out into the large open space of the terrace, glancing from side to side.  

"Sue...?"

He could have sworn he had seen someone out here, even as he opened the doors, yet there was no one.

Maybe he should be more careful with unknown alien drinks.

He walked to the edge of the space, taking in the brightly lighted alien city under the equally glittering night sky.

There sure was an amazing view out here and no one inside seemed to notice or care.

And for a party full of booze and half-naked alien babes, it was proving ridiculously hard to score in there, too.  Looked like sadly there would be no cheap and meaningless interplanetary species-crossing hot fucking for this Earthling tonight.  

Maybe his visit to the Skrull Throne-World had spoiled him.

Nope.  A wingman.  He had lacked a decent wingman.  Rich just sucked.  Even Ben would have been more useful.

Maybe Ben would have gotten lucky easier than him.  Somehow the hottest babes were going for the ugliest-looking guys these days.  Damned if he knew why.  Not that Ben would ever take advantage of it, the soft-hearted big lug with his schoolboy crush on Alicia.  Now, Alicia, there was a real cute, sweet babe.

He took a deep breath of cold, fresh air, to clear his mind, and looked up.

He could have a quick flight to let off some heat, work off the horniness.  He did not know the city, but how hard could it be to find again the big palace building complex whatever?

He vaulted over the railing.

"FLAME ON!"

The flaming trail vanished in the distance.


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A very short distance from where Johnny Storm had stood, the two joined yet disparate figures became slowly visible.

Both leaned against the translucent balustrade, the green-skinned short Skrull in the heavy, loose purples robes holding tight against the shapely blonde Earthling beauty in her long and skin-tight silvery dress.  Their lips remained just a couple of inches apart.

"That was close.  Too close."

"Not close enough.  Not yet."  

She drew back, steadying herself on the railing behind.  

"He may come back at any moment."

"He's easy to see from a distance at night."

"I have my back to the city, and you... may be distracted."  She shifted, uneasy.  "Maybe we'd better not-"

"So you lost."

"What?  I didn't-"

"You quit.  You lose."

"I-I'm not quitting.  I just-"

"You're afraid."

"Of being found out-."

"Afraid.  You lose."

"It may just not be... the best moment!"  

"You wanted the test to be easy?  Why call it a test, then?"

She breathed deeply and briefly sucked in her lips.  He was being worse than Reed.

"Fine.  Fine.  Let's... try again."


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He thought it was her.  The long, black-green hair fooled him.  And the long robes.

He called to her, politely, but was greeted by a much different, harsher Skrull face, its chin furrows deeper and wider, eyes narrower and colder.  

"Sorry.  My mistake."

She sneered at him with disdain and spat something in a Skrull dialect his suit could not translate.

He apologized again and quickly moved away into the crowd.

Even with the robes she had been much more willowy and graceful than this one, too.  


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The alien lips were dry and coarse all over their corrugated surface.  She opened her mouth slightly, letting them brush more easily against her own soft ones, the contact rough but fleeting, and after retreating, the motion was repeated at a slightly different angle, then repeated again, touching her lip briefly, at different spots each time, in slow, lingering brushes that soon made her grow impatient.  

Between the breathy contacts, the soft, faint brushing of their mouths, she complained.  "Are you... stalling?"  

"Why hurry?"  

His hand moved about her hip and upper thigh, from its front to its back, moving too far in each direction each time.  She did not want to give him time enough to let him get too daring there.

She squirmed impatiently, and her body sent the message that her voice later followed.  "Go on.  Kiss me.  Now.  For real."

Complying, the dry Skrull mouth fastened onto her moist upper lip in a firmer, longer contact, tugging gently at it, then moved to her lower lip and did the same.  Then switched back, pecking and tugging, just harder each time, until each contact was deeper and more intense, more and more each time.  

It was slow but insistent, simple but skillful, and it built into more and more insistent intensity.  

Soon she was even more annoyed, even more irritated.  

How could such a hateful monster kiss so well?  

But she did not move.  She did not close her eyes.  She did not open her mouth any further than she must.  

She focused on staying calm, on staying detached, using the kind of concentration she normally practiced for focusing her invisible force.  

She had to focus on how much she hated him, how much she hated this, having to hide away here in this balcony, letting this disgusting bastard lock mouths with her.  She had to focus on her disgust, on the knowledge of her extensive past humiliation at his hands, on the danger he had posed for those she loved best, on how he was a slimy, abusive jerk.  So she could dismiss the touch and taste of his lips and tongue, the pecking and nibbling and sucking and licking and so much more.  So much more.

She would not let him get to her.  She would show him.

She would not let him make her give in, not even if the damn bastard did really knew how to kiss a girl and really make her feel it from her mouth down to her toes, and through everything in between.  


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"Sue?  Susan?"

Reed Richards walked out into the wide platform of the balcony, brow furrowed deep in puzzlement.  

"She's not here.  But I thought I saw someone."

Behind her came Adora, the svelte Suzerain of Xandar, walking sensuously, her unbound high breasts skipping up and down with each step, each perky nipple covered just in neon blue paint.  The cold air of the balcony clearly had an effect on her rather unclothed chest.

"So you found a place where we could be alone.  You are indeed a genius."

"Uh?  No, no...  Master Xar said that Susan may have come here."

She smiled, tossing her length of braided hair back over a shoulder.  "Someone may still come here, however."

"Yes, indeed, but it may not feasible to wait."

"I don't think we'd have to wait long for one to come."

"He did say that he saw her come this way.  But she may have detoured or been detained in the way here."

"So, she is not here, then."  She moved closer to him.  "But we are."

"Um?  Oh, excuse me.  I think I may need to go and keep looking for her."

She slid to stand before him, and extended her arms over his shoulders.  "I think you don't need to keep looking for any other woman.  Not anymore."


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Susan tensed, still held tightly in the embrace, her mouth still under assault.

Adora would not dare, would she?  Not right here, not with Reed.  Her Reed.


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He drew back.  "Adora.  We have talked about this."

She scrunched her nose.  "Oh, you so talk too much."  

She pulled his down to her as she lunged up, her mouth finding his.


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Sue could not believe it.  

She had dared.  With her Reed.

She wanted to kill that brazen hussy.    

Had the so-called dancing had not been enough?  First she had slithered and grinded like a cheap slut all over a man who was certainly not hers and now she sneaked away into an empty balcony to kiss him?  

To hell with worrying about diplomatic incidents.  She would teach her to respect what belonged to others.

And the slut had it coming.  Coming from the very start.  

Hadn't she tried to fuck Reed back there, in the infirmary, in the Baxter Building, in their very home?  When she spreading her legs for the Super-Skrull instead.  Served her right, too.  She hoped Kl'rt had wrecked her cunt something fierce with his huge, fat Skrull cock.  To teach her.  Not that she even deserved it.

And she would have to certainly have to talk in greater depth with Reed about just what had happened back there, between him and Adora, in that place with the Living Computers.  Much greater depth.

Perhaps he had been out of it.  Perhaps this shameless slut had taken advantage of him after his whole mind-meld thing.  But that would not leave him in the clear.  She was not going to let him off that easily, not after this.  Not after he had just let that slut climb all over him and suck his face.

She trembled with her new-found anger, gripping the railing behind her with furious strength, even while the now-invisible alien tongue pushed its way even deeper into her mouth.



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"No, Adora.  Please.  No.  Really.  I mean it.  No..."

He had tried to push her off, gently, carefully, but she held on to him, kissing him, with truly shocking intensity.  And she was rubbing again against him, while seriously lacking in clothes.  A lack she soon started to make even more absolute, hurriedly throwing off what little she had worn from the start, before she began to tear at his clothes as well.

That could not be.  

"Enough, Adora.  Enough."

The suit could not stretch along with him, as would the clothes he had custom made of unstable molecules, but he could still turn pliable enough to escape Adora's embrace.  When she could not hold on to his shifting limbs, she grabbed harder for handholds on his clothes.

That was too much.  Susan had given him this suit.  As a gift.  Hugo Chief or something similar.  She liked seeing him in it.  He could not let it get damaged.

He whipped his stretched limbs about to confuse her, and unceremoniously, dropped her on her backside.  He hoped it would not hurt much.  It did seem a nicely toned one.

"Adora.  No more.  You know I am married.  You cannot do this."

She crawled towards him on all fours.  "You know you belong here.  Your mind does.  You'd be First Mind, above the Living Computers themselves, using them and their stored knowledge to work out all the secrets of the cosmos.  I am offering you all that.  And I can have your body.  You can be my consort.  What does not work in that?"


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Consort?  Fucking her husband was not enough?  The slut wanted to steal him completely?  

Sue would have rushed to grab her by the hair, were she not entangled so tightly in someone else's arms, so tightly she could hardly breathe, or move, or do much but just let him do what she wished with her, while she stared at Reed and the slut right through his currently invisible body just before her.
 
It was strange, to feeling this, feel him, against her, all over her, like that, even though she could not see him.  Any of him.  It made for an even more unusual experience, as despite having her eyes fully open, staring at what was happening so close to them, between those other two, she could not tell where each caress or touch or lick or bit would come from or where each would touch her, until it was happening, each becoming a surprise, a baffling distraction, a unpredictable barrage of sensations eroding away at her larger awareness, making her shift and squirm and shiver, making it hard for her to even catch her breath.

Reed may better put that skank in her place.  


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He shook his head.  "Please, Adora.  I told you.  I'm married already.  I can't-"

"So?  Don't you have multiple marriages on Earth?  Group marriages?  Structured multi-tier options?  Susan can be my consort, too."

He paused, raising his eyebrows.  "Oh.  I see.  Well...  Well, that is not a commonly accepted practice in our particular Earth culture-"

She sat back on her heels, frowning.  "Really?  By the World-Mind, what kind of backwater mud-hole is that?"

"Really, Adora.  You're a beautiful woman and your offer is most generous, but-"

"Please!  Don't you keep thinking back to it?  To us?  Back there with the Computers, you and I, together, while the whole world shook..."

"Because there was a Skrull attack-"

"Don't you remember how it was?  How great?  How amazing?"

He rubbed his temples.  "I do admit it was a rather unique experience."


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That was it.  Reed was a goner, too.  She would kill both of them.

Group marriage her ass.

The hand on her squeezed that very part of her, as well, firmly, encompassing much of the firm roundness of her buttock, his long fingers proving so strong, knowing, and assured, working through the thin fabric of her dress.  

But Reed was definitely toast.  Definitely toast.


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Adora reached him, still on her knees, looking up at him, while wetting her lips.  

"Oh, yes.  Yes.  I cannot forget it.  Forget your cock.  How you were so big inside me, and kept getting bigger and bigger.  And bigger yet!  Filling me so much, in so many ways!  I loved it so much!"


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Sue almost spoke up.  Wanted to speak up.  But her mouth was busy at the moment.

Sue could not believe what she had just heard.

He would not do it for her but he did it for that slut?  

Fuck him.  Fuck her.  Fuck everyone.

Furiously, her tongue met and angrily wrestling that one deep in her mouth and then in the air between the two of them, with only the sense of touch and taste to guide each other.



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"All that knowledge.  All those ideas.  And data.  And connections.  So many connections.   So many possibilities.  I-I still get dizzy at times thinking-"

"Oh, yes.  The connection of your cock and my cunt.  Your huge cock."

"Excuse me?"


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Her anger spilled onto the struggle of mouth against mouth, and she bit down, her teeth fastening momentarily on the lip caught between them, tugging briefly on it, then letting it go and being bitten herself in turn, hard, hungrily as was each part of their kissing, the shared caress having grown exponentially in intensity with each further second, her reluctance and hostility and distaste forgotten, caught by the rising heat ignited by the furious back and forth between them and her emotional turmoil at seeing Reed, her Reed, kissed in turn by another woman, and knowing they had already done more than just kiss, and wanting to do them better, to make their locking of lips seem weak and tepid compared to her own.
  

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Reed blinked fast and looked away.  

"Ah.  Right.  Of course.  Well, I'm sorry, Adora.  I am not happy about that, but it was a contingent situation that is not statistically likely to-"

She reached for his pants.  "Will you stop talking so much and just fuck me?"

He quickly moved away, frowning.  "You know, Susan does not mind me talking.  She never-"

Adora threw her hands up.  "Screw Susan.  Or better, screw me!"


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She could not take it anymore.  She could not.  She was choking in her anger and confusion and heat and shocked disbelief and physical agitation and actual lack of breath.

She abruptly pulled away, trembling, and her body was tuned about, pushed her forward toward the balustrade.  Her hands gripped the railing, arms stretched before her, shoulders lifted while the mouth was on her neck and hands rose to cup and squeeze her heaving breasts, before one moved down her torso and hip, to reach under the high cut slit on the side of her dress, about the upper contour of her exposed thigh, to seek what lay just above, while a steady, hard presence pressed against her from behind.  

She turned her head, to keep staring over her shoulder at them.


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"Adora, please.  I love my wife.  We are happy together.  That is all there is to know."

"So what?  I don't care.  As I said, bring her in, too.  I'd love to fuck her, too."


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She tensed, baffled, confused, dazed by the overload of conflicting emotional and physical stimuli.

Her hands opened and closed on the railing, repeatedly.

While unnoticeable even with the thinness and tightness of her dress, she had worn underwear, panties, to be exact, but were those made of unstable molecules she had custom made for use under the tighter versions of her Fantastic Four outfit, consisting of the smallest modest patch to cover her pudenda and infinitesimally slender, unnoticeable strips to hug her upper hips and go down her rear crevice, thong-like.

These were found and started to be pulled down her trembling thighs.


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"Really?"

"Of course.  She's ridiculously hot.  Great legs and ass.  Great big tits.  And that face?  Who wouldn't want to fuck her?"

"Ah, I-I see..."  He stepped back, blushing.  

He had just visualized a multi-part scenario where Adora and Sue interacted sexually, extensively, all while he would watch, in most configurations, with certain changing background narrative elements.  It proved more stimulating than he had suspected.

Adora smiled, kneeling on the floor, watching his quickly growing bulge.  

"Really, if Skrulls have any gram of sense she must have gotten her brains fucked out thoroughly every single instant she was in their world, too."

Reed's face grew bright red.  He reached down to cover himself.  "Please don't speak about my wife in such disrespectful terms, Adora."

"Oh, please.  Did you see her in that dress?  She oozed sex!  She's probably somewhere getting it, even as we speak.  There are lots of very well-hung Skrull warriors here tonight.  Who would want such an opportunity to go to waste?"

Reed exhaled, still keeping his hand over his groin, and then closed his eyes.

"Adora, I love my wife.  While I may have some different personal opinions regarding sexual mores, I know that she would not approve of my having an extra-marital affair.  She would be hurt by my doing such a thing.  And I would never willingly do anything to hurt her.  Ergo, I cannot do such a thing.  It is that simple.  Now, were she to ever indulge in such activities herself, that would be her personal choice, and I would trust that she must have strong reasons for doing such a thing, and would know whether it was a sensible thing to do or not, and act accordingly."

Adora stared at him, eyes open wide within the surrounding ellipses of blue make-up.  "What sort of fucked-up people are you?"

He shrugged.  "Married, with child."


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She held back a gasp, and many other sounds that would have risen loudly from her, were she not all-too aware that she had to remain silent, that she had to keep their presence there hidden, not just from sight, but from any chance of discovery.

She winced, perturbed by the further kneading of her breast, and the mounting exploration of her most private area.  Nervously, she tried with little success to push the hands off her, to wiggle lose from their demanding grasp, even as she stared at him over her shoulder, at Reed, her husband, her heart aching for him, as moved deep inside by his words as the rest of her was moved by the outside roaming of the skillful hands all over her.

She stared at Reed as he stood there, his back to them, oblivious to their presence, mere feet away.

She loved that man so much.

So much.

A finger probed her moist folds and she came close to moaning out loud.

Very close.


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Adora gathered her so-recently discarded flimsy bits of cloth.

"Fine.  Live in your own fucked-up world.  In every sense.  See if I care."

"Thank you, Adora.  For understanding."

"Whatever.  Good luck finding Susan.  There ARE those well-hung Skrulls I mentioned.  I'll try to find some still about and available."   She strode for the doors.  "Enjoy the party."

After she left, Reed Richards gave a quick glance all about him.  He rubbed his temple.  He thought he had heard something.

He shrugged and went for the door.  

Adora certainly had a very active imagination.  Sue and a Skrull?  

Or more than one?  At once?

He adjusted his pants and breathed deeply, before exiting the balcony and rejoining the party.


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She instantly dropped their invisibility and jerked away, breathing fast and hard, away from the hands that would not relinquish her, eyes on the doors through which Reed had left.

"Stop.  Stop now."

Her upper arms were seized from behind.   "Why?  You know it's settled now.  You lost."

"What?"

"The test." A hand caressed her side, down the shimmering curves highlighted by her silvery dress, and to her exposed leg.  "You lost.  You kissed me back, fiercely, passionately.  As I knew you would."

"No!"  She squirmed away from his hands, turning about.  "That-That does not count."

The bony brows rose high over narrowed eyes.  "It felt like it counted."

One finger reached to gently touch the tip of her left nipple, which poked stiffly through her dress, the shimmery fabric creating concentric whorls around its base, highlighting its size and hardness, proudly jutting forward from her heaving full bosom, and began to lightly nudge the hard nub one way and another with its fingertip, in small, careful motions.

"Stop that."  Still dazed, she tried not to arch her back and push out her chest.  

"This feels like it counted."

She pushed the hand away from her chest, irritated.  "Stop.  I agreed to kissing, not groping!"

"You did not seem to mind.  Rather the opposite."

"You're wrong.  And it didn't count.  Because of them.  Being here.  You saw them.  You heard them."

"So?  They did not see us, or hear us.  You took good care of that, really."

"They were here.  That changed everything."

"Why?"

"Because of what happened."  

"Nothing happened, actually, between them.  Unlike with us.  Your husband is really a-"

"Yes.  Exactly."  She looked down, unsure of how to voice it, particularly to this unsympathetic listener.  "At first I thought it would.  I was angry.  Jealous.  That pushed me into losing control."

"That you did, indeed.  Quite so."

"But just because of them being here.  And what was said.  First it was anger, stress.  Then relief.  So I lost concentration.  That's why it didn't really count.  Why it can't count."

"You kissed me back.  At length."

She paused, hating having to justify her reactions, to say what she must.  

"Yes.  I did.  I kissed you back.  I did get into it, I know.  But only because my mind was elsewhere.  Because I was distracted.  "

The green brow furrowed in puzzlement.  "That is the opposite how such an explanation would normally be made."

"But it's true.  And because I made us invisible, throughout most of it, and to the end, I couldn't see you.  That made it different, too.  So we kissed and yes, I became very involved.  I admit that.  But I wasn't seeing you while I did.  So I didn't feel like I was kissing you.  Not you, in particular.  It was just impersonal, a reflexive, impulsive reaction while my mind was elsewhere, while my concerns were elsewhere."

"Why does that matter?  You reacted to my kiss.  My touch.  Undeniably.  So you lost."

"I just didn't think about you.   And hating you.  About being disgusted and angry and much more.  So it didn't really count."

"How convenient."

"And, if you wanted to make me react to you, if you wanted to prove that I really wanted you all along, but I had little conscious awareness of it being actually you, did you really achieve what you wanted?  Did you pass your own test?"

She saw the brow furrow even deeper, the shoulders tense.  Good.  She had hit his vanity.  She may still come out on top.

"You say we both...  lost?"

She nodded, and nervously, she bit her lower lip, where his teeth had recently done the same.  She knew that things still had to be settled.  Once and for all.   

"We must do it again."


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"Princess?  Princess Anelle?"

She faced him, and it was her, at last, with her large, liquid doe-like dark green eyes and the small dainty nose and the lovely, delicate mouth.

The nearest Skrull bodyguard shoved him aside.  "Keep your distance from the princess."

"That is alright, Gn'Rr.  Let him near.  Let us talk.  Thank you."

Rich smiled.  "I was afraid you had left the party."

She pouted.  "I'm told I must stay for yet a longer while, for reasons of protocol.  Your name was-?"

"I'm Rich Rider.  From Earth.  You don't know me, but I heard about your message and-"

"Please."  Her eyes darted quickly at the tall, thick Skrull bodyguards standing near them. "Not that loud."       

"Sure,"  he muttered.  "See, I'm returning soon to Earth, and I think I may be able to help you."

Her eyes shone.  "You are?"


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She knew it was going to be harder than she had at first expected.  Much harder.
  
Because to her chagrin, she had indeed given in during the previous kiss.  Despite all her distaste, she had allowed herself to enjoy it, enjoy kissing Dorrek, despite everything, despite knowing well how wrong it was, how wrong he was.

Even with the distractions, with how upset and distracted the thing with Adora and Reed had made her, how could she have been so... weak?  To enjoy the touch, the taste of such hideous, awful creature? 

How much had influenced her watching those holographic images shortly before?  Being forced to recall not just those actual acts, but also her deep, lasting anxiety, her fear, her overwhelming sense of vulnerability, and all of which Dorrek had taken advantage before?  

Could there also be some link to her more extensive experiences with Kl'rt, who had also affected her far beyond her better judgment?  Who had at least been a much more physically attractive Skrull, with a twisted but recognizable sense of personal honor, and a driven, personal interest in her that to her surprise had gone beyond a moment's dalliance, proving as flattering as it was disturbing?  Had she recalled him unconsciously in her forced contact with this other Skrull by the tenuous green-skin resemblance?  Had lingering memories of them together conspired with everything else to make her feel sexually excited?  So excited?

There was a deep pang inside her.  What if it had been Kl'rt instead?  Would that have been worse, for her?  For her life?  Making it harder?  

Was he even still alive?

What if he...?  She tensed all over at the sudden idea.  Could that be...?

No.  It could not.  Hated Dorrek too much for that.  And she would have known.  Would have recognized his touch.  This was different.  In many ways.

The coarse tongue licked his lips obscenely, the bony green face twisted in a leering smile, so repellent, so different from Kl'rt's face that she could only wince.  

At least Dorrek was making it easy for her, this time.  

Surely now she could remain detached.  Now she could brush it off.  Now that she would not be distracted by that hussy coming on to Reed.  Now that she must have gotten whatever had affected her out of her system.  Now she could hate it, his kiss, as she must, as clearly as she hated all of him, and show him just that.  That is what she must do, and would do.  

Retreating before him, she was again backed against the balustrade.  

She took in a deep breath.  She would.

A hand reached for her uncovered leg, running up from her knee to her thigh and then hip, and then reaching around from there.  Grabbing her, her lower body was tugged forward, with always-surprising wiry strength, and roughly positioned her for what was to come.

The other hand grabbed a handful of her blond hair.

She would have wanted a longer moment to fully catch her breath, let her heart beat slower and collect herself, collect her thoughts, her feelings, her resolve, to properly ready herself.  

But there was not.
   
There was no more slow build up.  No more taunting, no more exchanges, no more words.

No more interruptions.

There was just him pressing against her, and his mouth covering hers.


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So where was the damn palace again?  

He had not realized how big this city really was, how full of ridiculously tall buildings and structures, all lighted up in weird ways.

He had to find which damn balcony that one had been, too.  Or one close to it.



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His head moved slowly about hers, sideways, in one direction and the other, pressing forward, his kiss forceful, insistent, demanding.  

She remained still, her body held stiffly, rigid in her holding back, in her resolute determination, for almost all of it.  

Almost.
 

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"So could you get away from these gorillas to talk freely?"

"Them?  Yes.  I always do.  They're loyal but rather dim."

"Good, do so, and meet me at... that balcony over there."


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Her hair was pulled and twisted, undoing her carefully coiffed hairdo, letting her blond locks fall freely to her tense shoulders.  

The hand seizing her leg behind the knee drew it up, bent, by his side, leaving the other extended down in the other, while what she judged as the upper thigh of his lead leg pressing harder against her, there, between her legs.  Or what she thought was his lead leg's upper thigh.

The exchange went on for longer and longer, until suddenly the short Skrull drew backwards, abruptly pulling away from her, away from her mouth, much sooner than she would have imagined or expected.  So much sooner.

Without thinking, she lunged forward, after him, her open mouth anxiously seeking his, her tongue darting out fleetingly, past her trembling open lips, accompanied by her agitated breathing, by her face flushed, and her now-freed hair falling loose.  Her arms were on his bony shoulders, as her eyes, shining bright blue in the starlit sky between nervously fluttering lashes, dazedly sought his, to find them, flashing dark, deep green back at her.

The alien's smile became broader than ever.

She stared for an instant, before pulling back, flustered with embarrassment, disbelief, guilt and regret, her mouth still open, her chest shuddering visibly, rising and falling within the tight confines of the silver fabric of her dress, through which her nipples poked stiffly.  Her raised leg was still bent, tense, held by him at his side, hooked around his lower body, her bare foot no longer rubbing the back of his leg.  

One lone high-heeled shoe lay fallen on its side, on the floor, just by them.

"Oh, my God,"  she gasped weakly, anxiously pulling away farther from him.  

She could barely piece together what had happened, how had it happened, when she had just let herself slip only a small bit, and then another, thinking she would pull back, that it was just an instant, that she was just finding the right balance to be part of the kiss, but not give in to it, and then that she was helping him get it over faster, and then she just could no longer stop, and could barely remember when she was not in it, in the kiss, completely.

How could she have done this?  With him?  With Dorrek?

The tip of his finger reached to brush her still quivering, moist lower lip.  "I think you'll agree this counted."

She drew back, face burning.  "You-You bastard-"

She could not argue it.  

He was right.  She had lost.  Lost the test.  Lost her chance.  Her chance to prove that she did not want him.

That she could not want him.

Him.  Dorrek.



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"Quickly, they'll be after me in no time."

"Right, follow me."  They hurried onto the open terrace.  "They won't think to look here."

"You said you could help me.  Are you sure?"

"Look, whatever Johnny failed to do, if it’s within my power and you let me, I'll do it for you."

"Oh, thank you!"  She hugged him, pressing her slender body to his.  "You're so kind!"

He blushed, arms held clumsily at his sides.  "Ah, it'd be my pleasure."

Her eyes were large and warm with gratitude, her arms still around him.  She rose on tip-toes and placed a quick kiss on his chin, just by his mouth.  

"I'll never forget the service you've offered me.  Never."  

His face seemed to burn.  "Ah, so about the message-?"

"Can you encrypt a secure data chip?"

"Um, I-I think not.  But if you tell me, I swear I'll deliver it exactly as you say it."

She hesitated, but eventually smiled.  "I suppose I can trust the new Hero of Xandar.  Alright, you must please find on Earth the Kree warrior Mar-Vell, called Captain Marvel by your people-"

"Captain Marvel?  Wait, isn't he-?"

"He is the bravest yet gentlest of all warriors, whether Skrull or Kree.  He helps protect your Earth, and the moon Titan, and many other worlds."

"But didn't he-?"

"Please tell my beloved that while our distance apart is utter agony, I still long only for him and that the love we shared just issued the most wonderful of gifts a few cycles ago!"

"Of gifts-?"

"I named him after my father, thinking to appease him, but I grew afraid, and arranged for his wet nurse to take him away to be hid, lest his life be endangered by those who wouldn't understand our love-"

"Wait, you mean you and-?"

"Tell him our Dorrek is a beautiful baby, golden-haired just like his father, and I live for the day when we may be all together at long last.  I will cherish our memories and will chastely save myself for his return.  Please, tell him that!"

Rich looked down at her, eyebrows raised high.  He sure knew how to pick them.  "Ah, sure.  Alright."

"Thank you, Hero of Xandar!"  She hugged him tightly once again, tears in her eyes.  

"Er...  Rich, my name is Rich."  

Without further word, Anelle rushed away, to exit out the balcony doors, where several burly Skrulls in ceremonial warrior outfits stood staring, thick brows furrowed over narrowed eyes.


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Sue faltered momentarily, trying to keep her balance while endeavoring to get it to fit, while she still could, before it was too late to slip out, unnoticed.  

She was hindered by the tight dress, holding onto the holo disk, and trying to not make any noise, even if she wanted to cry and curse and berate him, for what he had done to her, for what he had made her do, and curse and berate herself, too, for just the same.  She felt fingers touch her arm, searching for her hand, but she jerked it away, grabbing the railing instead.  

She finally got her shoe back on, and walked carefully along the balcony's perimeter, towards the doors.


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"Fellas, really, we don't have to do this."

The Skrulls stared at Rich grimly, removing their ceremonial upper clothes, exposing the thickly-muscled torsos and arms.

"We must.  You insulted our beloved Princess with your unworthy touch.  There is no other way."

"With my-?  But I didn't do a thing!  She was the one who hugged me!"

"Your words further damn you!"

"Good grief.  I never get a-!"

The thickest one turned to the taller one.  "No weapons.  We have orders.  We are at peace now.  We are guests here."

The other nodded.  "Only fists."  

The rest grumbled their assents.

"Wait, wait, what do you mean only fists?  We're just talking about fighting, right?"


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She tried to get past the wedge of over-muscled Skrulls, but there were nearly a dozen of them blocking the door.  

It was unbelievable.  Would everyone in the damn party eventually drop by here?

Her invisible force subtly pushed a pair aside, making it seem like they pushed each other, and she slid through the gap.  Just then, a hand grabbed hers.  Large and strong, too strong.  She tried to pull her own away but could not.   

"Let go,"  she whispered, irritated, once the door and then the inner draperies had closed behind them.

"Must I remind you that you lost?  That you gave in to my kiss, in my arms?"  

"I-I know I did, but..."

"You can no longer claim to dislike my touch."

"That's not..."  Her fingers shifted futilely, caught in that firm grasp, in that touch, and she winced, thankful that her face could not be seen, and would not show how conflicted she truly felt about that statement.  "My body may have reacted, physically, to it, to you...  but that doesn't mean..."  

"It doesn't?"

She glanced nervously at the large crowd before them.  Thankfully most faced away, rapt in their respective revelries.  

"Just be more discreet.  Can you?"  She dropped the invisibility, despite her discomfort at the idea of being seen like this, holding hands.  With him.  "You are being clingy."

He laughed, yet did not release her.  

"Sue!  There you are!"

"I knew I saw your companion near this vicinity."

Reed Richards came forward through the nearest gap in the crowd, with Master Xar close behind.

"Yes, thank you, Master Xar.  I thought I had already looked here."

"It was no problem.  We'll meet later to examine the oscillation records?"

"Of course.  My wife wanted to leave early, anyway."

"Reed!"  Flustered, Sue tried to jerk her captive hand away, but unsuccessfully, while her other hand quickly sought to rearrange her loose, disheveled blond locks.  "Honey.  Hello.  You were... looking for me?"

"Yes, yes.  It just was a bit difficult to disentangle myself from Adora's demands."

Her blond eyebrows rose.  "Oh, yes.  I'm sure.  Really."

Reed glanced down at the joined hands.  "You and Ambassador Dorrek are getting along better, I see."

"We-?"  Her face warmed, her hand squirming in the firm hold.  "I wouldn't say-"

"Indeed we are."  The Skrull casually raised Sue's hand up, the broad smile flashing bright.   "She agreed to join me.  In a dance."

"Oh, really?"  Reed regarded her.  "I thought you wanted to leave the party early."

"Oh, she's getting more into it, now.  Much more."

"Ah, good to know."

"Of course, you don't mind it, do you?  I mean, I can have your wife, right?" 

"Oh, certainly."

Before the startled Sue could protest, she was pulled towards the nearest raised dance platform, where several couples were moving rhythmically to a shrill melodic progression built over a heavy, cacophonous beat.

Sue fidgeted in his tow, almost as shocked by the recent exchange as by what had happened before, in the balcony.  The arrogant bastard had actually dared to ask Reed directly, to ask for her, to claim her, from her actual husband.  And now she was in his arms, before everyone.  And she was expected to... dance?  With him?  

She was taken by the waist yet again and drawn much closer.  Held firmly by a hand and the lowest part of her back, much like back at balcony, she was led in short flowing steps that turned into abrupt jerking lunges at each main crash-beat of the music, her hips forcefully tugged forward towards her partner.

She reluctantly followed his lead, baffled by the absurdity of the situation, of being made to dance in public, right before the whole crowd, right before her own husband, with the very evil, murderous Skrull who had abused her, and who was now openly pressuring her, coercing her, aggressively, into becoming intimate again.  With him.  Her and him.  

She shook her head, trying to pull away.   "I-I can't."

"It's easy.  Hold on to me and just follow."  

"Not... this.  I meant... what we agreed-"

"So did I."  

She was jerked against him much more aggressively, made to more much more suggestively, in a pace that recalled a more aggressive, more provocative version of tango.  Meanwhile, her held hand was made to slide up and down her own flank, from where the silvery dress hugged tightly her ribcage and down all the way along her fully exposed leg, as the high cut let its smooth, toned length escape forward and backward from the flowing silver skirt-part.  Again and again, in repetitive patterns.

She was surprised by how well he could dance, using just the right angles and level of pressure to nudge and pull and tug her into following his lead, to move along with him, held tightly in his arms.  But why should she?  Be surprised?  That he could take command of her body with such smooth, manly assurance?  Had he not done the same, before?  In a different kind of dance?  Was he not showcasing just that?  Flaunting it?  By having her like this, in his arms, against him, before the crowd?

He was making a statement.  Making it clear.  To everyone.  And to her.  How easily, how skillfully, he could make her do what he wanted of her.  How easily he could...  seduce her.  In every way.  

She felt the many eyes following their motions, all around them.  Staring at her.  At them.  

"Everyone is...  watching us,"  she muttered, discomforted.  Was Reed seeing this, too?  Seeing her?  In Dorrek's arms, like this?  Right before him?

"Of course.  Why shouldn't they?  How couldn't they?  "You're beautiful, wearing a most artful dress.  Your sight enriches their lives.  Even more so next to me."

"More so-?"  She glanced about.  

"Most find the coupling of our respective species an exciting fetish." 

"Fetish?"

"Statistically, Terran-type human females have the tightest cunts, while Skrull males have the largest cocks, even without shape-shifting.  As you know well."   The hand at her waist moved lower, stroking the upper curve of her firm behind while pulling her even closer with each dancing step.  "For most, it sparks imaginations.  Suggests exciting scenarios.  An exquisite Terran beauty like you being thoroughly owned by the biggest, thickest Skrull cock.  Is so fitting.  So very fitting.  Wouldn't you agree?"

Her face burned furiously.   "It's not always just about... size,"  she protested, yet all too aware of how her lower body pressed against the hardness at his groin.   "It's...  never unwelcome, but-"
  
"Why, was Kl'rt disappointing?  Didn't he measure up?"

"Kl'rt?  No!  No, I-I mean-I never said that-"

She was forcefully pulled in, even closer than before.  "Did he measure up to this?"

Her loins pressed hard against his and felt more than ever how hard and big he was against her, how frighteningly hard and big, as their bodies clung tightly to each other while moving, jerking roughly in unison, their dancing an upright semblance of so much more, with her chest pressed over his, bunched just under his face, which was so close to hers, as ugly as it had ever been, but the green eyes shone bright and she did not look away even as his mouth came alarmingly closer and closer with each aggressive dancing motion.

She should say it right away.  Say could not go through with it.  That even if she had lost his damned test, if she had failed to prove herself unaffected by him, failed to prove she was not excited by his touch, she still could not do what he wanted of her.  She could not and would not.

The kissing had been too much.  The dancing was too much.  Even their talking was too much.

"No,"  she began, her voice hoarse.  She could no longer follow this charade, pretend to be friendly.  Could not go on, or go further.  "I can't.  We can't-"

"You're doing fine."  Smiling, the alien mouth moved closer to hers.  "We're doing...  fine."

She felt short of breath, and her eyes grew wide.  Surely he wouldn't.  Couldn't.  Not here.  Not before everyone.  Not before Reed.  

She tried to back away but could not.  Then the coarsely corrugated green lips grazed hers.


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The loud commotion helped him locate the balcony, and he landed on it, his flame lighting it brightly.

"HEY!  What's going on down here?  Stop!"  A tongue of flame rose from his fist, threateningly.  "That's my buddy there!"

The Skrulls did not back away, but glared at him sullenly   "You, human.  No weapons.  No powers."

"What's that?"

"We are at peace.  We have orders.  No weapons.  No deaths.  Only fists."

Johnny frowned.  Those were a shitload of Skrull, all built like line-backers.  But he had been taking lessons with Danny Rand.  

"What the hell."  He flamed off.  "At last we're getting some action tonight."

From the general reaction he was reminded that his black tie suit had not been made of unstable molecules.


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"NO."  

Invisible force expanded between them, forcing her alien dance-partner to release her and stumble back against the couple just behind.  

"I said I can't."  Her mouth trembled.  "Can't do this.  This charade.  As if we were... friendly.  Much less...  Even if I...  if I said I would, I can't.  I just... can't."

The green eyes sparkled under the flickering lights.  "So you will you go back on your word?"

She moved farther away, breathing deeply.  "I agreed to the test.  Just that."

"And you lost."

"Yes, I did.  I won't argue that.  I did... respond.  To what happened.  Maybe a part of me...  always would, and always did.  You can read whatever you want into that.  But you're not the only one who has done that to me.  Not... anymore.  And it doesn't really matter.  I'm married and I love my husband, Dorrek.  And I will not willingly cheat on him.  No matter what."

She thrust the holo disk against the narrow alien chest before her.  "Here.  Take it.  Do whatever you want.  Make it public.  But I won't become your whore."

She strode off the dance platform, while the voices in the crowd rose behind her.


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"You're all red-faced, dear.  That must have been some dancing."

She embraced his arm, trembling, looking for solace, refuge.  "It... was.  You didn't...  see-?"  

"Uh?  Should I have-?"

"No.  No.  Let's leave, Reed.  Now.  Right away."

"I thought-"

"Please.  NOW."

"Sure, dear."

Just as they began to walk away, her right arm was suddenly seized and Dorrek's face leaned close to her side, just as she held onto Reed on her left, being framed between the two of them.  

"I'd have kept this, but maybe you should."  The words were softly whispered in her ear while a small bundle was pressed into her hand, before she could protest.  

Then she was released and the purple-robed figure was gone, lost among the crowd.

Pale, she brought her hand down, low against her side, holding away from sight her crumpled, still-damp panties.


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"Are you sure you don't mind?  Master Xar said that these readings opened up whole new-"

Sue did not look away from the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their quarters.   "Sure, Reed.  Go.  I could...  use some time alone."

"Thank you, dear."  He kissed her cheek quickly.

"Keep away from Adora,"  she muttered, watching him leave for his preferred idea of night-time revels.

She kicked off her shoes and went to her room, dropping angrily the wet panties to the floor.  

To her surprise, a couple of thumbnail-sized metal disks were revealed inside the thin folds of cloth.

It was the holo chip, again, she realized.  And the other looked just a personalized ID chip much like the one that opened her guest quarters here.





PART FOURTEEN: BUT THEY CAN BE HAD



The outer, ceremonial robes were cast aside carelessly, on the floor, to a side of the plush recreation-platform centered in the luxurious bedchambers.

The smile spread wide across Dorrek's face as she walked in, already naked.


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Two massively-built Skrull warrior stood guard before the outer doors.  Other four were placed strategically farther along each stretch of the private access corridor.  All had extensive bruises on their face and knuckles.  Mostly the former.

The doors suddenly opened wide.

"What the fuck-?"  Multiple curses in gutter Skrullian rose up.  Heavy weaponry was unholstered and the guards deployed into the foyer.  After a lengthy examination, they returned to their position outside, puzzled.  No alarms had been activated at any time.

"Bl'kd, shouldn't we report-?"

"We have orders.  Not be disturbed unless confirmed extreme threat."  He slapped angrily the control pad to shut the door again.  "Shitty Xandarian systems.  Can't wait to get back home."


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Cries rose high and loud, filling the large room, followed by groans and moans and more cries at ever more urgent paces.  

The enormous phallus pushed forward, forcing tender flesh to yield before its massive girth, quickly reaching bottom with the power of its thrust, to then withdraw and repeat its motion back and forth with relentless fury, in and out of the drenched depths, the swollen pink trim of the entrance proving shy witness to the repeated rushing passage of the monstrous invader.

How could she take all that?  All of that?  So deep?  So hard?  

It did not seem even physically possible.

Fists clenched handfuls of the silken bed sheets, trembling, and finally unclenched in slow, gradual collapse into weak, quivering lassitude.

The phallus took a daunting long time to pull out, dripping plentiful fluids with its retreat.  

A hand reached for a nearby placed dispenser of clear, viscous fluid, and Susan Storm opened her eyes wide.  Surely he would not try that.  He could not.  He would tear her apart.

After a lengthy squirt and careful application of fluid, the bulbous huge head pressed against the puckered anal entrance, firmly forcing its way in.

A low, deep groan rose, like the desperate grumble of an injured animal, the first of many, many more.

No wonder, she thought, horrified.  He must be splitting her in two.

The thrusts began deliberately slow, but quickly built up its cadence, until it was a savage, brutal pumping that shook all of her body.  Soon the tautly contracted buttocks and spread thighs began to tremble violently, and hoarse cries rose higher than ever, as the raised perky rear was completely pounded down against the thick  bedding.  It took a long while for the cries and moans to fade into hoarse gasps, and the huge green penis finally exited the ravaged orifice, glistening with fluid, while her body lay limp, face down, and her eyes remained closed, the blue make-up running dark down her face with the sweat and tears, her loose straight brown head a sweaty mess spread around her head.

The scrawny, knobby-jointed, naked green Skrull body looked even more grotesque over the limp form of the unconscious Suzerain of Xandar, the oversized phallus still throbbing from its recent use of both her contiguous openings.  Still breathing heavily with the recent exertions, the green, dark visage turned around, towards the open door to the bedchambers, where Susan Storm stood, invisible.

"So, did you enjoy watching?"

 
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"Can we see go over the data now?"

"Why, of course, but it's quite late, Great Mind Richards.  Will your companion not protest?"

"Oh, she doesn't mind if I keep odd hours."


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"Let her rest here.  It was hard for her, as you saw."  The odious grin spread wider.  "Come, follow me."  

At the luxurious lounge with all-white-decor, golden liquid was decanted into a cut-crystal wineglass.  "Will you have some?"

There was no reply, and the bony shoulders shrugged.

"The security system told me when the access chip I gave you was used."  The emptied wineglass was placed back at the beverage station.  "I was just too busy to welcome you at the moment, as you noticed.  But I'm pleased you accepted my invitation."

"I haven't accepted anything."   Her voice contrasted with the deep Skrull one.  "I'm just here to return these to you."  

The holo and ID chips appeared next to the wineglass.  

"But you don't have to."

"I'm not keeping anything of yours.  You're not going to pressure me into anything.  Now I'm done, and I'm going."

"What about the dress?  Are you wearing it now?"  There was a long moment of tense silence.  "You said you weren't keeping anything of mine."

A thin layer of cloth began to appear in mid-air, becoming visible just as it was peeled off the body it tightly hugged.  More of the silvery fabric came into view as it slid down snugly Susan Storm's invisible body,  pulled, gathered, and shrugged off, briefly defining the contours underneath in its path, the shape of the jutting breasts with their pointed nipples, the trim midsection, and shapely hips, until it was finally left in a shimmery heap on the floor.  

"There."  The dress was kicked over by an invisible foot.  " Took it off myself, too, as you said it had to be.  Satisfied?"

"Had to be?"

"What you said.  That clothes must be torn off men but a woman must be made to undress herself."

"Yes?  Ah, of course."  With a shrug, the Skrull sidestepped around the bundle of silvery cloth.  "A pity.  Your body deserved such a piece.  The best pieces, really."   The thick, still-erect green phallus pointed at the area from where her voice came.  

"Not everyone gets what they deserve.  Even those who most should.  Keep your holos and do your worst, Dorrek.  I'll just face it."

"Really?  Yet you don't even dare face me, here.  You hide behind your invisibility."

"I'm not hiding."  There was another pause.  "I'm not becoming visible, either.  I won't-"

"Be naked before me?  Yet am I.  Naked before you."  The thick member oscillated heavily with each step taken towards her voice.  "Is that fair?"  

"I'd rather you covered yourself, actually.  There's no need for us to ever see anything of each other, ever again-"
 
"Please, aren't you watching me carefully just now?  All of me?  Taking your time, too?  That's why you haven't left yet.  Because you don't want to leave."

"Don't be ridiculous.  I just-"
 
"Just as you took your time watching me fuck that hot Xandarian minx.  A luscious morsel.  Almost as delicious as you are. Tell me, did you touch yourself?  Did you finger your wet cunt while watching us?"

"NO!"  A bar stool was roughly thrown aside by an unseen hand, crashing noisily to the floor.   "I DID NOT!"

"Oh, don't be angry.  She was just a quick diversion.  A warm-up, while I waited for you.  There's no need to be jealous."

"JEALOUS?  I'M NOT-!  Alright.  That's it.  I'm out of here."  Another stool was pushed away.  "And you can't stop me, no matter what you say or do-"

"Really?"  

At a tap on a control pad, the holo disk left at the beverage station was activated.

"Maybe you'd want to see this."


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"These implications are beyond my ability to understand."

"I have to test and confirm, but if the results support the model, this may clear many standing issues with the prediction of higher-dimensional topology."

He could not wait to show Susan this.


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"Reed-?"  Sue's eyes opened wide.  "Where was-?  But... That's not me.  I wasn't there.  What's-?  Oh, fuck.  No.  No!  That's my husband!  That's...   No!  NO!"  

A moment of stunned silence followed, before she could finally speak up again.

"Why-Why is she-?  Oh, gross.  What-?  Really?"

She was shocked and disgusted.  But she still could not look away.

She thought she had been the only one who had been abused there.  But Reed was almost wholly unconscious.  He was basically being raped.  Her heart ached for him.  Even as she bristled at what she was seeing.  
 
And why was he so big down there?  So huge?  Was it like that for everyone but her?  What did that mean?  

To her relief, it seemed to be over quickly, but then the images just changed.

"Wait...  Ben?  What-?"


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Benjamin Grimm walked away from Alicia's apartment building.  A nice dinner at a discreet Italian place and then an open-air concert with his lady.  Didn't get much better than that.  He was glad he had skipped that stuffy event at Xandar.  They had probably all been bored to death there with speeches and whatnot.
 
 
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She had no idea.  No idea.  About Ben.  About...

Of course it wasn't her.  Ben must have figured it out, too, at some point.  Certainly had enough time to do it.  But still she felt perturbed, embarrassed, for both.  Even if she had nothing to do with it.  But it was still about her, wasn't it?  

How had Ben dealt with it?  With seeing her, after...  How could she now look at him and not think that...  Think about...

She shook her head.  This was going to make everything so uncomfortable, back at home.  How much worse could it now get?

"Wait, what...  Oh, my God... JOHNNY?"


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Johnny Storm groaned, sitting up, trying to clear his head.  He hurt everywhere.  Everywhere.

Rich was huddled by a corner.

"Hey, why are we both naked?"

"Shut up.  Just shut up."


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"Oh, no...  No.  NO!"

She covered her mouth.  Her eyes grew wider and wider.

Johnny?  Her baby brother?  How could he?  

And come on!  Her breasts were already more than big enough.  Why would he...?

What was wrong with him?  How MUCH was wrong with him?

Now she had to kill him.  She had to.  


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"Damn!  They locked the balcony doors, too?  Now how do we-?   Hey, don't look at me like that.  Really.  Hey, it's cold here."

"It's your fucking fault."

"What?"

"All this!  Why did you lose the fucking message?  Why didn't you even... try?"

"Hey!  You had no idea of how I was being distracted at that time!  No fucking idea!"


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The holo shut off.  Her mouth was dry, her body tense.  

How could this have happened to them?  She could have never imagined anything like that.

How would this affect them?  If everything was to come out, openly?   If they all to face it?  How would it affect their relationships?  How they regarded each other?  

It could change everything.  In many ways, it already had.  But to add public exposure?  Public judgment?  

For all of them?  

It had changed everything.

"Was... all that... there?  All along?"

"Yes.  It was only fair to give all of it to you.  All of it."  

She was startled by the stiff Skrull phallus brushing against the back of her leg, and instantly stepped away, nervously.  How had he come to stand right behind her?  Had she been that distracted, watching the recordings?  Her voice, and her gasps of surprise and disbelief must have given away where she was.  "Fair?"

"Don't you feel you had to know?"

She grimaced.  "No.  Some things... it's better not to.  It's better that... nobody knows."  

How Ben...  And Johnny...  And even Reed...

She let out a long exhalation, in a mixture of both resolve and bitter defeat.  

"Nobody."
 
It was no longer just about her, about her pride, or reputation, or self-regard.  It wasn't.

Her contours began to appear out of thin air, filling with the texture and color of her flesh and hair, from her head and feet and filling out progressively from each direction, revealing the complete volumetry of her unclothed body in all its detail, until she finally stood fully visible before the Skrull's hungry eyes, her fair-skinned body as fully nude as the shorter, far less-symmetrical green one facing her.

"This is what you wanted,"  she said.  It was not a question.


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"Don't worry.  I just need to rest a bit before I can get it on again."

"WHAT?"

"Jeez!  My flame!  Flame on and all that.  Are you touchy or what?"


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"Once.  Just once."

"A whole night."

She winced.  A whole night?  With him?  How many times could he...?

She breathed deeply.  She could do it.  She had taken Kl'rt.  She had taken Terrax.  Surely she could take this short, pathetic lout.  Even if...

"Fine.  One night.  This night.  For you to have me.  Until the break of dawn.  There is dawn here, right?"  

The Skrull nodded and stepped forward, making Susan move back by reflex, as if pushed backward by the pressure of the misshapen green figure approaching, a dark-green stain of ugliness in the enormous, white-decor rooms.  

"My body.  That's what you'll have.  Just that.  Just my body."

"Your body will be more than good enough.  Anything else... is up to you."

"There won't be anything else."  She stepped back again, testily, covering her jostling breasts with one arm, pointless as it was, trying to keep as much distance between them for as long as possible.  "Ever."

"We shall see."  

Standing before the much taller, buxom blonde, the short, thin-limbed Skrull reached for the arm she held before her creamy chest and drew it to her side, exposing again her chest, even as her last attempt to step back was halted by the surface of the floor-to-ceiling, wall-wide window that framed the lighted cityscape behind her.  She shivered at the contact, although the material was not cold.  And neither was she.  Her whole body felt hot, feverish, raised to a boil in a crucible of troubling impulses.  

The green face leaned closer panic threatened to overtake her.  She wanted to become invisible again, or raise her force-field, or do anything to somehow protect herself.  From him.  From what was about to happen.  Between them.  Her and him.  Her and Dorrek.  

Why was she so physically unnerved by this sorry-looking dwarfish creature?  

His mouth nearly brushed hers but she twisted her face to a side, away from his. 

"Don't.  No more kissing.  We had enough of that already."

"We had?"  

She nodded.  She knew she had.  "You wanted to fuck me?  Just do it.  Just get it over with."

"Oh, I will.  Soon enough."  Strong bony fingers seized her chin, making her face forward, as the green thumb brushed her open pink lips.  "Let's take the time to fully enjoy ourselves."

She fidgeted, the soft surface of her lips yielding under the thumb's touch.  "There's no need for this...  foreplay."

"But you need it, to be ready."

"I am.  Ready."

"Are you?"  The hand left her mouth to caress her cheek and then move down her throat and over her chest, following the high curve of her full breast, a fingertip locating the hard, compact nub of a nipple, stiff to the touch.  "Ready enough?"

She frowned as the finger nudged and rotated her very obviously erect nipple.  "What do you care?"

"If you're not.  It will hurt."  He twisted the hard nub.  "A lot.  Really hurt.  You know that."

She did.  Even while staring into the deep-set Skrull eyes, she remained fully aware of the huge phallic mass dangling between them, f its monstrous size, its massive inhuman threat.  "I'd... rather it did."  

The hand left her out-thrust chest to move down her taut midsection.  "You do? How daring."

"I'm not the same person I was, Dorrek, last time you saw me.  I have already...  experienced more than you can think."

At her mound, fingers traced the contours of her pubis teasingly.  "I can think of a lot."  

She tightened her mouth.  "I had a lot.  Quite a lot."

"As much as this?"  Seized by the wrist, her hand was pulled to the massive rod of hard flesh.  "All of this?"  

She stiffened at the contact with the huge alien phallus, her hand forcefully kept in place, with fingers pressed on its rugged, veiny skin, and made to slide downward from the base, along the hard cylindrical shaft.  It was a long, long way down.

"About as much,"  she muttered, yet there was hesitation in her voice, as in her hand, that trembled over the daunting erect length, her fingers spreading out uneasily over its inhuman girth, while the alien fingers playfully explored her moist outer folds.  How could he be so big?  

"Good to know."  At that, the wandering Skrull fingers eased their way past her outer folds to thrust forcefully up into her sex.

She breathed in sharply at the intrusion, but did not look away from the fixed green stare, or halt her hand's motion over the hard phallus, even as the knobby Skrull fingers slid in and out of her depths with obvious fluid ease.

"Well, maybe you are... ready enough."  

Her face grew much warmer, as did her lower body.  There was no denying that the invading digits found her to be wet, very wet, as wet as she had ever been, with Kl'rt or anyone else.  

"You bastard."  Her eyes were wet, too, with anger and frustration and shame, matching the demanding green stare, and her hand closed around his shaft angrily, fingers barely wrapping halfway around it.  "You think that you can fuck anyone you want just because you have a huge cock?  A huge fat hard cock?  You think it's that easy?"   

The broad mouth spread mockingly.  "It isn't?"

She leaned forward, her hand squeezing furiously the thick hard flesh.  

"You really think that just because you have such a great big hard cock and it can get me so wet, then you can just fuck me and make me to love it?  Make me love being your latest fuck?  Just like that?  You think I'm that... easy?"

The green eyes glinted, close, very close to hers.  "Are you?"  

Their mouths came together with frenzied intensity, her previous reticence forgotten, their tongues and lips and teeth working feverishly even as their hands kept working on each other with furious intensity.  The fingers impaled her all the way to the bony knuckles and she pushed hard, eagerly, against them, so wet that she dripped all around them.  So damned wet.

But why shouldn't she?  Be wet?  Drenched wet with nerve-inflaming excitement?  Just because he was a hateful alien enemy and she should never feel excited by someone like him?  Not anywhere as much as she was?  

But hadn't this huge-dicked evil alien fiend been working to seduce her for hours now, pressuring and teasing and fondling and man-handling her aggressively all night?  Readying her?  For him?  Just as he had done each time before?  And hadn't she grown wet while watching Dorrek's giant cock fuck Adora senseless?  Or while watching those recordings?  Of Dorrek working on her, while she was chained and helpless?  Of her double being fucked by her husband with that heart-breaking big cock, the kind Sue wished he'd use on her yet he would not?  And by Ben, with that even more surprisingly huge, rock-like orange cock?  Even by Johnny, her own brother, fucking her nearly identical image while calling out her name...?

How could she not be wet? 

Hadn't much of her anger at Dorrek been at his actually being more right than she wanted to accept?  About how she had felt at facing him again, even before he had actually touched her, there, at the party, or at the balcony, or later at the dance floor.  In his arms.  How she had felt...  excited.  Aroused.  Actually turned on by the threat of an evil hideous alien enemy who wanted to fuck her, fuck her with his giant cock, his giant alien monster cock.  

Their kiss rose in frenzied intensity, her voluptuous body writhing passionately against the gangly green frame.

Could she say it had not been the same before?  When she had been helpless under his power, back in the Skrull world?  Or each single time they had faced each other?  Maybe even since she had been first forced to strip for him and had first seen that monstrous cock flaunted before her?  Hadn't she first grown wet at just seeing it?
Or was it more than just his shockingly oversized cock?  

Was it how dominating and confident he was, from the very start?  How brashly self-assured of his power over her?  And much as it angered her, maybe even rightly so?  Had he not undeniably proved how much of a danger to her he was?  In every way?  As great a threat as any of her other, more physically powerful recent ravishers?  Maybe even a greater one?  Did he not have her in his power, even now?  Again made to submit to him?  To surrender into his arms?  Did knowing how dangerous and wrong he was for her just make her feel more drawn to him?  Physically?  Sexually?  Despite his disgusting alien ugliness?  Or maybe, also because of it?  Maybe that just made him feel even more intensely virile?  More overpoweringly masculine.  And made her feel so female, in turn, in such a basic, primal way?  Just as much as she had felt with Kl'rt, or maybe even more?  

Could it be a Skrull thing?  Could she really have a thing for...  Skrull things?  

Maybe she was just not that different from her brother, after all.  

Maybe she was that easy.  

The fingers exited her sloppy depths, and she gasped amidst the frantic tongue-wrestling.  She was then pushed harder against the window behind her, reluctantly relinquishing her hold on the thick member, to instead have it press firmly against her lower body, her mound, while she rose onto tip-toes, straddling its massive thickness as it rubbed against her, so big and thick and hard and big. 

"You monster,"  she gasped, grinding forcefully against the giant member's astonishing length, coating so much of it with her gushing wetness.  Yet she knew no amount of foreplay could really ready anyone for that, all that.  "You're going to split me apart with this cock.  You know you are."  

The alien smile flashed.  "We both do.  And you can't wait for it."

Biting her lip, she did not deny it.  

Suddenly, she was pulled back and then slammed hard against the window behind her, making it shake, then was roughly forced to turn around, to face its translucent surface.  Her hands were forced up high, right over the  window, while her legs were tugged back and spread apart.  

She trembled then, realizing what would happen, and felt hot breath on her ear.  

"Bind yourself."

She frowned, baffled.  "What?"

"Use your power.  Bind yourself.  Hands and feet.  As you were, back then."

Too short of breath to speak, she nodded, understanding.    

Summoning her invisible force, she created solid constructs around her wrists and ankles that linked to the columns at the far corners of the lounge.

"Further apart."

She nodded again and winced as her own constructs tugged her limbs, stretching her to full extension, her forehead and chest against the window before her, while her rear was thrust back and up, expectantly, her back arched to better present her rounded buttocks, not knowing whether to feel frightened or thrilled by the fallback to their previous time together and the state of helplessness it had exploited.  She was even barefoot, as she had been then, having decided for the sake of stealth against wearing again her silver high heels, thankfully, as they would have made her stance far more unstable.  

The massive piece of Skrull meat then dropped heavily over her callipygian rear.  It began to rock back and forth, its thickness sliding along that cleft between her tense, round buttocks, brushing against her lower back.  After a few strokes it shifted underneath her, making her squirm as it pressed up against her sex, the swollen head sliding well past her mound and right under her midsection, like a giant cannon protruding from a gunnery emplacement, so hot and hard and big she whimpered with need, while she could watch herself and all of them partially reflected in the window before her, just like in that first time, their first time together, when she could see both of them together, reflected in the mirrors of his rooms, when he had been Emperor of the Skrulls and she his helpless captive, sacrificing herself to his lust, yielding reluctantly to his power over her, knowing he would be the first to finally take from her by force what many others had certainly wanted, but few had ever even came close to, becoming the first to finally take her, to force himself onto her, to rape her.  

Kl'rt may have been the first to ultimately rape her in full, forcing her to enjoy it, too, impossible as the idea could seem, but Dorrek was the first to not just make her think she would be actually raped, and get her to the point of being ready to be raped, but even worse, make at least a part of her want it to happen.

And now it would finally happen, between them.  All the way.  As she had feared it would.  As she had longed it had.

When that frightening monster of a cock finally drew back and moved to position itself against her lips, making her gasp at the oversized pressure from behind, she was more than ready to yield submissively, she was trembling in desperation for it.  

The Skrull cock slowly pushed forward and she whimpered a faint supplication.

"Do it.  Take me.  Fuck me!  Please!"

Then, with a single forceful push, she was drastically reacquainted with the full magnitude of his size, of his shocking girth, in a way mere visual perception or external contact could not achieve, and could only be delivered by the stark, physical, tangible reality of full penetration, the massive tangible reality that now slowly stretched her with inch after inch of painful impalement as the giant Skrull cock began to slide deeper and deeper into her.

She had known it would hurt.  At a point, in her initial resistance and defiance, she had been counting on it.  To hurt, as much as she thought it would, as much as she remembered it had, or even more, so perhaps she could at least prove him wrong in that, beat the damn bastard in that, so she would not enjoy it as much as she feared she could, as much as she was more and more certain she would.  And soon she knew here was no way she could avoid enjoying it, not matter how it hurt, maybe even more so because of how much knew it would.  

In that instant of slow, relentless penetration, she got all that she wished and feared and more, much more.  

Unlike their first time, unlike that past instance she had so much wanted to forget and deny before, the Skrull cock just kept driving forward, deeper and deeper, past the point it had reached that time before, and delivering everything she had narrowly missed before and more, reaching depth she had hardly dared to imagine ever being explored before, or believed possible, in a slow, relentless push that felt like a virtual eternity of sheer mind-blowing and body-obliterating agony and pleasure, until the massive head finally reached all the way under her cervix, brushing past it’s too-sensitive entrance and bottoming just underneath, making her shudder with violent intensity, her sex seizing, completely over-stuffed by that excess of hard, hot green alien cock.

She let out a gasp that shifted into a high cry and exploded into a loud, long scream, followed by many other shorter cries and gasps, accompanying violent shudders that racked her body, and she knew not whether she managed to stay upright because of unknown reserves of strength or from the extreme tension on her body because her mind anchored desperately on her force-field bindings, stretching her and holding her tightly in place during that final instant of her complete penetration and the sensory conflagration it unleashed in her.

When her physical and vocal pyrotechnics slowly subsided, the huge invading phallus, which had remained still, lodged deep inside her, drew back, pulling half its length from the taut sleeve of her sex, making her gasp weakly at the renewed stimulation of her over-worked nerves.  

"Did you come?  Just now?"

Tremors still ran through her body and she could not reply, her breathing a ragged effort, her blue eyes shining wet, struggling to focus, much like her mind, seizing on the force-field shapes for support, both mentally and physically, one thing aiding the other.
  
With a single, brutal thrust the thick dark green rod buried again all the way into Sue's soft, delicate pink flesh, making her yelp and moan.  

"Did you come?"

She could only glance up at him in shock and confusion, gasping for breath.  

Was there even need to ask?  

The huge member again withdrew halfway out to then drive forward in another forceful thrust.

"Did you come now?  From just feeling it enter all the way inside you?"

Sue could just nod weakly.

Once again it pulled back and then pushed forward, making her cry weakly.  

"Say it.  Say what happened."

"I-I did," she gasped faintly.

"Say it."  Another forceful thrust underscored the demand.  

"Please... don't-"

A new, harder thrust cut her words short.

"SAY IT."

"I-I came.  I did.  Oh, my...  I came...  I came so hard... so..."

The next thrust was the most violent yet, making her arch her back and flail weakly about her.  

"SAY ALL OF IT!"

"I came-I CAME!  I came with you big, thick Skrull cock!  I CAME SO HARD WITH YOUR HUGE SKRULL COCK!"

"Good."

Only then did her alien ravisher begin to really fuck her in earnest.


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Reed Richards quickly ran the figures again.  The results matched those of the previous run.

It was beyond exciting.  This could open complete new possibilities to consider.  

He would have to do further tests.  Right now.  

Sue would surely understand.


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Sue's loose blond locks were grabbed roughly and pulled back, just as she was pierced from behind, much faster and fluidly but not any less painfully than before.  

More likely, it hurt even more.  

The furious barrages of thrusts kept a steady two-shallow-one-deep pace, and with her head pressed hard against the window, oblivious to the vast night-lit capitol city extending before her, she struggled for breath and balance and strength, both physical and mental, feeling every single vein and bump and corrugation of the massive phallus with uncanny detail, as it plumbed her depths, and her sweat and vaginal fluids streamed and mingled and dripped down her legs.  

She felt like crying in conflicting pain and joy and regret and relief.  After all her past resistance, all her previous denial and struggles, she was finally being fully possessed by him, by Dorrek, the evil, ugly alien who had threatened and tortured and teased her like no one ever had before and had forced her to first face things about her own self she had never suspected could exist or could ever become true, pushing her into a dark path of self-discovery whose destination she could still not fathom, to her shame and regret and reluctant pleasure.  Thus it was perhaps fitting that she had come back to him, to finish what had been started, to finally, briefly as it may be, become in full this evil, ugly alien's sexual conquest, his mate, his sex slave, his fuck-toy, as he had first meant her to be, and as a twisted part of herself had also felt she should be and wished she would be. 

Because she had.  She could now admit it.  Just as much as she had been relieved, gladdened, of being spared the horrible prospect of being owned sexually by this evil alien foe, she had also known it had been too late already, she had already experienced too much, of it, of him, and could not help but feel a secret, lingering disappointment at not having been as thoroughly fucked by this hateful monster as she could have been, as a deep part of her wished she had been, knew she should have been.

As she now was.  To her utter shame and delight.

A knobby finger then forced its way deep into her anus without any relapse in her vaginal pounding and she felt her lower sensitivity increase exponentially, making her cry out and moaned loudly from the dual stimulation.  She did not know how she kept herself standing, enduring the brutal ravishment, keeping herself bound firmly by the invisible force-fields, her mind holding onto that notion of strength just as her body did to the endurance of the savage pain and pleasure she was experiencing.

"Oh, Dorrek!"

She was just about to climax again, breathlessly muttering his name, again and again, so near to a new orgasmic explosion she could cry, when the thick alien member suddenly slid wetly all the way out of her, making her whimper in pain and bafflement.  

She struggled to remain in position, and stiffened when she felt the new intent.  From a small flask she had not noticed near them, her ravisher dripped a copious stream of oily liquid between her buttocks, using the previously probing finger to apply it to the inside of her trembling anal entrance.

"No, wait,"  she gasped weakly.  "Please...  Not that...   Not there...  You're too big...  Far too big to-"

Before she could protest further, she felt it, impossibly thick and hard, forcing its way, pushing into her, cruelly stretching her shy rear sphincter to conquering her tight anus, until she could feel her assailant's bony hips bump hard against the firm cushion of her butt-cheeks.  

Her eyes widened and her voice went from a high squeal to a choked gasp to a low moan and finally back again to a loud cry.  And there, with her recent proximity to her point of no return, with the excruciating pain of her sodomization, Susan Storm climaxed again, loudly, violently, her ass full of her Skrull ravisher's giant phallus.


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"For fuck's sake, Rich, stop whining like a little bitch!  So we got our asses handed to us?  Big deal.  We'll get them at back another day."

"Shut up.  Just shut up."


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This time it was too much.  Far too much.  

She struggled to remain standing, but her mind lost it.  Lost focus.  Lost control.  Of her invisible force.  Of her muscles.  Of all her body.  Her legs were about to give from the intensity of her pleasure, and for a moment, it was almost like the massive rod impaling her from the rear was the only thing that  kept her upright, preventing her from collapsing limply to the floor.  As if to confirm this, the long, thick shaft exited her abruptly and she instantly  dropped weakly to her knees, her hands and forehead sliding down the surface of the windows before, too weak to find purchase or even seek any.  

Dazed, after a moment of just catching her breath, she looked back up and behind, towards her Skrull mate, and was rewarded by a forceful smack of the heavy, residue-covered green phallus against her startled face, the same phallus that had just probed the extreme depths of her rectum.  It swung again and again, slapping against her cheeks and chin and mouth repeatedly, before finally hanging stiffly before her face, a looming, grotesquely oversized presence coated in her own fluids.

"Clean me."


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"This may take a considerable while longer and it is quite late already, Professor Richards.  Should I order you some refreshments?  A repast?"

"No, thank you, Master Xar.  I'm fine."  

He paused briefly between the reviewing of multiple tables of data.  Remembering their abridged stay at the night's event, he wondered if Susan had a chance to eat something.  

He shrugged.  Surely she would have seen about catching a bite if she so wanted.

 
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The dark-green shaft dangled heavily before her face, its hard alien meat rubbing over her open, soft lips, its length reaching all the way down to the top of her breasts, where the swollen head with its furrowed texture brushed near her nipples.  

"You know you want to."

Hesitantly, her tongue reached for it, quivering slightly just before it made contact with its surface, sticky wet from lubricant and her own secretions.  

"Yes, like that.  Yes."

She licked tentatively down its length, following the path of a thick, raised vein, and back up, exploring the contours of the cylindrical mass, the roughly ` corrugated edge of its alien glans, and the moist deep cleft at its top.  

Was the taste his, or hers?  She did not think he had even ejaculated yet, yet the taste was so strong and deep, recalling for her Kl'rt's flavor, intoxicating in a way much unlike human smegma or pre-ejaculate.

Her lips quickly joined in, briefly wrapping around some of the curved head and applying suction, pulling away then returning, again and again to take more of it each time, until she was eagerly taking a complete mouthful of Skrull cock, nearly choking on its girth, even if barely taking in a fraction of its size.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible to swallow as much as she could of the huge alien cock, to taste, and relish, and treasure.  A cock so big and thick and literally mouth-watering she felt like she could rush again towards orgasm just by sucking and licking and kissing its imposing mass, absurd as that sounded.  The kind of cock like she wished her husband could provide for her, yet he could not or would not.

In her mind, she begged Reed for forgiveness, while her hands and mouth worked the monstrous phallus with unabashed delight, conceding that Skrulls had indeed the edge on huge cocks that a girl just could not resist, not once she had already known their touch and size and taste.  

She wondered how long it would take for her to be able to taste his semen, and for an instant, could not help but recall with painful regret how her last moment of relishing Kl'rt's flavor had been rudely and cruelly interrupted.  

"Oh, that is tasty, isn't it?"

Surprised by the unexpected voice, Sue drew back, relinquishing the Skrull cock from her mouth with a gasp, letting spittle fly all about.

Leaning casually on the frame of the door to the bedchambers stood the Suzerain of Xandar, naked and smiling coyly.
"There's no cock like a Skrull cock, and no Skrull cock like that one, if you ask me."

Sue blushed at the parallel with her own thoughts.  "I-I can explain-"

"Oh please."  Adora moved towards them, licking her lips.  "Just look at that luscious giant Skrull cock.  What more explanation is needed?"

She knelt by Sue's side and her mouth opened to lick hungrily at the green shaft in Sue's hands, her tongue running all the way up the long shaft until reaching its base and the bony hips, before moving down to playfully lick the heavy hanging scrotum.

"Such an awesome cock.  So utterly delicious."

Her mouth then moved to join Sue's.
 

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"The Suzerain said she would try to convince you to relocate here-"

"Oh, that would be convenient at this point, certainly, now that we have to work all this out.  But I needed to decline, however.  I fear she and my wife do not get along that well."
 

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Not long before, Sue would have been surprised, startled, at being unexpectedly kissed like this by the very conniving hussy who had so shamelessly put the moves on Sue's very own husband, but she had just opened her legs and mouth for an alien enemy's monster cock.  She was far more ready to things in stride, now.

And the hussy could really kiss, too.  Almost as well as Dorrek.  She had to recognize that as well.  And her mouth tasted both of her natural sweet flavor and the pungent musk of Dorrek's cock and balls.

She had not shared a girl-girl kiss this intense since Tigra.

It was a while before their attention returned to the hard cock in their hands.


 
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They shared the licking and sucking and fondling of the oversized green phallus with a clear mutual competitiveness, seeking to out-do the other in the effort and daring each displayed, in an only partially-playful challenge of skill and devotion as their lips and tongues worked all about its perimeter, meeting repeatedly while running from the bulbous corrugated head to the heavy scrotum, leaving the dark-green, heavily-veined shaft glistening with their mixed saliva.  

Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, Sue risked taking the huge bulging head into her mouth, her lips wrapping snuggly behind the corrugated lip of the swollen glans, fighting back her gag reflex as she nearly choked on the excessive mouthful of Skrull cock.  

Adora's brows rose in reluctant respect, before she slid sideways towards Susan's rear, to bite one round butt-cheek and slide her hands up the smooth, fair thighs, while under the soundtrack of wet suction slurping of Sue's strained oral efforts.  She played teasingly with the blonde's wet folds before finally inserting one thin finger after the other.  

"Damn.  How can you be so tight just after taking all that huge cock?  Can it be true what they say of Earthlings?"  She added more fingers to her probing, thrusting hard into Sue's still wet sex, with non-disguised aggression.  "Oh, I hate you and your hot tight Earthling cunt so much!"  

Pulling roughly one of Sue's legs aside, Adora repositioned herself to eagerly take in a mouthful of the other woman's sex, complementing the furious use of her fingers with her oral skills.

Coughing, Sue released the quivering penis from her aching mouth, even just its head being too large to really fellate properly.  She could have choked to death with that monster in her throat.  Struggling to catch her breath, she stared at the slender brunette beauty busy down between her legs.  

"I hate you, too, you damn Xandarian husband-stealing hussy." 

She turned about, reversing her position relative to that of Adora, going for her own mouthful of the younger woman's sex, to lick and suck and bite hungrily, before inserting fingers of her own, one after the other.  Under them, the floor's interactive surface texture instantly became softer and more elastic, as they writhed against each other, fighting for dominance, until their frenzied motions finally brought them face to face, one on top of each other.

"Ever given this tight ass to him as you did it to that big Skrull cock, you tease?"  Her finger teased that referenced location.

Sue's buttocks clenched at the deep insertion.  "Fuck you."

"Fuck you, too."

Their mouths met with savage violence, fistfuls of brunette and blond hair held bunched in their respective hands.  

Taking advantage of their position, the Skrull moved behind them and straddled their straining bodies, unceremoniously shoving the still erect green phallus into the closest vagina of the two.  Sue moaned at the sudden penetration and the pumping that followed, derailing her assault on Adora's lips and tongue. 

"It's so big, isn't it?"  Adora smiled, tightening her grip on Sue's hair.  "Too fucking big for your tight Earthling cunt, I bet!"

"I can take it, you loose bitch,"  Sue gasped, trembling over the Xandarian with each thrust of the Skrull member.  "Oh, yes, I can!"

As if to help settle the conflict, the green phallus pulled out completely of the trembling blonde's sex, and thrust instead into the exposed loins of the young brunette under her.

The Xandarian Suzerain whimpered and arched her back in pain, big eyes fluttering open and shut. 

Sue held her down with her bodyweight.  "Oh, not so smug now?"  

She then kissed her again, the devotion in her lips and mouth contrasting with her words, fully sympathetic to the younger girl's writhing in joint distress and delight under the violent penetrations.  

The Skrull phallus abruptly exited Adora, whose cries of pain became a whimper of disappointment.  Instead, it entered Sue anew, for a set of frenzied, deep strokes, before changing target yet again, returning to Adora, proceeding to switch from one woman to the other repeatedly, after giving each a quick burst of violent thrusts, accompanied by the respective changes in their cries and moans.  

After many such alternations, the massive rod shoved right between them, into the crevice formed by the meeting of their respective mounds, sliding back and forth to rub against both at once, the flow of mutual vaginal fluids easing his forceful push between their tightly-pressed bodies.  Voicing hoarsely their appreciation, both pushed hips forward against the member caught between them, grinding hard against it and each other, loins trembling with anticipation.

"Oh, fuck!  FUCK!  Don't you just love this huge Skrull cock?"

Between groans and gasps and cries, Sue whimpered her agreement.  "Yes!  Yes!  I do!"

"Isn't his Skrull cock the best ever?  EVER?"

"Yes!  YES!"

"Don't you just love being owned by it?  Owned by this huge, hard Skrull cock?"

"YES!  I LOVE SKRULL COCK!  I LOVE HUGE HARD SKRULL COCK!"

"Don't you just love him, love him and his big fat Skrull cock?"

Susan chocked back a single, throaty, deeply-frightening word just before she cried out loudly in orgasm.  Again and again.

Mere seconds later Adora joined her in climax, sharing many more throaty cries and gasped expletives.


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Sue and Adora remained entangled in a close embrace, gasping, struggling to recover their breath, their composure, while their Skrull ravisher stepped back and away, also breathing heavily, while the erect member still dripped their juices.

Sue stared, still dazed, still shocked by the intensity of the whole experience, how she had given herself, to him, to both of them, by how she had almost said...

"Oh, fuck.  How can it still be that hard?"  Adora whimpered.  "It just breaks my heart.  Like it just did my cunt."

Sue nodded, blushing, trying to keep her eyes on Adora, and not the other.  "It's a miracle we're not completely torn apart."  

"Speak for yourself.  I must be ruined now, useless for anything but a giant Skrull cock just like that.  I don't know how that damned tight Earthling cunt of yours even managed.  It must have hurt so fucking much.  Hurt like dying.  I'm so fucking jealous."

"Please, you came so hard, I could feel it, all through me."

"Likewise,"  Adora added, smiling.  "You came like a wild Xunnar'th in heat.  No wonder they all love you so much."

"All?"

She tilted her head towards their Skrull partner.  "Him.  And your husband.  And Kl'rt, damn it.  And me, now.  You're just so-"  

"Wait, you also-?"

"I hate you so much."  Adora leaned closer and kissed Susan, deeply, passionately.  "And you've had them for so many years now!  To think I just barely-"

"It's not that long!"  Yet she realized it was almost a decade since they had first faced the Skrulls, and even first traveled to their Throne-World, to face Morrat, and actually first met Dorrek.  She had not even been married yet.  "But I...  I'd never been with a Skrull before.  Not before you came to us for help, before-"  

"Really?  What a waste of time!"   

Was it?  Sue glanced sideways, flustered.  How could she have ever imagined back then what could happen?  What would happen?  

What if that very first time there, she had found out about sex with a Skrull?  Not with Morrat, not the monster who had her father killed.  But what if Dorrek had made a move on her?  Seduced her?  Or maybe just raped her?  As she now knew she could be raped?  How could she have taken it?  Handled it?  Back when she had been younger, and less experienced.  And  single?  Could she have...?

Suddenly, the lounge door opened to reveal the four heavily-built Skrulls standing guard outside.  Surprised, Sue raised her force-field in instant defensive reaction. 

Their recent Skrull partner gestured casually at the guards.  "Perhaps you both want to catch up?"

Adora clapped her hands in delight.  "Oh, yes!  YES!"



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The Skrulls guards entered the room, all staring at the two beautiful human women kneeling nude and sweaty on the carpeted floor before them.  All tried to remain impassive, as was their duty, yet mostly failed before the spectacle of the flawless, luscious bodies, all long legs and heaving breasts and erect nipples and long, disheveled hair, dark-brown for one, golden blonde for the other, the lovelier of the two.    

"Undress for the ladies.  And be useful to them."

Bl'kd hesitated for the briefest instant, as did his fellow guards, all wondering whether this was a test, a trick.  Females such as those were normally not for ones like them, like him.  Not females that beautiful, particularly the blonde, she with the largest, juiciest breasts, so round and full and high, even if she had quickly covered them with an arm in a fetching attempt at modesty, that just made her appear even more tempting.  Too tempting.

But he was a Skrull warrior.  He should obey orders without question.  So he would.

He placed his weapons aside and began to remove his clothing, and the others quickly emulated him.


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Adora smiled.  "Oh, they'll definitely do."

Sue's eyebrows rose.  So it was true about all male Skrulls, then.  


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The darker-haired one quickly stood up, her body long and graceful, pert breasts crowned by hard, compact nipples, which soon poked against his chest while she embraced him and pulled his face down towards her.  Her lips and tongue were sweet and hungry, and he reluctantly looked away from the blonde on her knees several steps away.


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"No,"  she muttered.  "This isn't... what we agreed."

She should have turned invisible as soon as the door opened, before they had seen her nude.  But it was too late now.  Their eyes ran hungrily over her, all of her.  And she shouldn't do the same, yet she could not help but notice how all of them were considerably larger than any human would be.  In every sense.  

She turned towards the older, shorter Skrull on the couch.  "It was just to be...  us."  

"Us?"

She blushed.  It was not long past she had denied there could be an 'us' between them.  "Just you and I.  Not any other-"

"But you did not complain when our lovely Suzerain joined in, did you?"

"That was... different.  You can't expect me to-"

"I just expect you to enjoy yourself.  While I watch.  Is that not enough?"

"Watch?"  She frowned.  "You want to watch... me?  While I...?"

"Yes.  But do you want it?  Do you?"

She glanced nervously at Adora, who was enthusiastically kissing each of the now-naked guards in quick succession, fondling playful their stiffening members, her nude body looking so delicate and girlish against their big bulks, their big everything.  

Surely she couldn't.  It'd be too much.  She had already coupled with two of them, two Skrulls, two of their old alien enemies, behind Reed's back.  She couldn't do even more.  More of them.  More Skrulls.  Skrulls she did not even know.  Fucking her.  All at once.   While Dorrek watched her.  Watched her doing it.  Doing them.  Right before him.

"No.  I-I can't.  I couldn't-" 

"Oh, come on!"  Adora skipped towards her and dropped to her knees, lunging in for a kiss, and Sue realized her force field had faded, unnoticed, in her confusion.  

The Xandarian's mouth was full of the taste of the four alien strangers.  Then she pulled back, licking her lips, and gestured for the nude Skrull warriors to move closer.  "There's plenty enough for both.  I'll let you have the ones you like best."

Sue shook her head, nervously, while the tall, broad Skrulls began to surround them.  "No, no.  It isn't-" 

"Don't be silly!"  The Xandarian took Sue's hands and placed them onto two of the already stiff penises standing at attention around them.  "You'll never forgive yourself if you pass on all this Skrull cock."

She then turned about to hungrily swallow much of another hard Skrull penis while reaching to handle the last unattended one.  

Sue tensed, the guards hard, very hard, under her touch.  None of them was as exaggeratedly over-endowed as Dorrek, yet were still much larger than any human's, in length and thickness, and their equally hard bodies were almost as impressively muscular as Kl'rt's had been, even if their alien faces were much uglier, although not as much as that of their former emperor.  Yet Sue did not even look up at them more than an fleeting instant before her eyes darted back to Dorrek's own, catching the glint in them.  

It was not really about them, no matter how muscular or well-hung.  They were not important.

Her blue eyes shone bright, still fixed on Dorrek's visage, questioning. 

Why did the idea of him watching her having sex with yet more Skrulls feel so strangely exciting?  

Mere days ago she had been a faithful wife and mother, who would never cheat willingly on her husband.  Now, she had not just had sexual intercourse with some of their most dangerous alien enemies, and enjoyed intense orgasms while being violently abused and raped, she was also on her knees before more such alien foes, surrounded by their big green non-human cocks, two which she held in her hands, while staring at the same evil alien antagonist who had threatened the death of her loved ones and had just left her sex sore and wet from his inhuman pounding, looking for an answer in those narrowed green eyes, eyes that she now envisioned watching her, witnessing her becoming even more of a slut that she had already been, during all that savage and impossibly pleasurable alien sex.  

Was it related to how excited she had grown watching him fuck Adora?  Or watching the recording of him with her?  Or...

She felt short of breath, suddenly struck into baffling confusion.

What if it was Reed?

What if it was Reed watching her?  Watching her now?  Or before?  Or every time?  Watching her just as she had watched him, before, fucking with her own duplicate?  Watching her, then, in proper payback, being fucked long and hard by others who were not him?  Fucked so much better than he had ever fucked her?  By Dorrek, Kl'rt, or even these anonymous Skrull guards?  Fucked every way possible by all those hard huge cocks that made her come so hard, come screaming loud and long?  So much harder than he had ever made her come?  

Wouldn't that make it much worse?  Much more humiliating?  For both of them?  So much, much worse?  

How could she even think of it?  How could she not stop thinking about it?

Her face burned with near-unbearable heat, as did other places.

The heavy lengths of thick Skrull penis throbbed in her hands, while Adora busily slurped and stroked two others of them with relish.

She caught Dorrek's eyes.  Watching her.  
 
She took the larger of the two Skrull cocks eagerly into her mouth.


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Sue licked and sucked the two thick dark-green rods, her eyes darting back frequently to meet Dorrek's eyes, even as her hands and rosy lips and tongue worked the hard, veiny shafts in alternating intervals .  

Next to her, Adora matched the intensity of her ministrations, eagerly slobbering over the erect members of the other two Skrull guards.  Sometimes both women released their mouthfuls of alien phallus to share a quick wet kiss, playfully exchanging saliva and the varied pungent flavor of their charges, changing several times as well their respective positions between them, so that all of the Skrull guards could have a chance at each of their mouths and hands.

It did not take long for the one of them to roughly grab Sue's blonde locks to keep her forcefully in place and push his member as far into her mouth as it would go, groaning loudly as it began to throb and ejaculate wildly, threatening to choke her with the volume of thick, hot jism filling her mouth and throat.  She pulled away, coughing, semen overflowing from her mouth while further jets of it still landed over her face.  She had barely caught her breath when her mouth was stuffed full again of by the next, equally ready phallus, which took only a few frenzied seconds to also blow its load within her mouth and over her face.

Sue gasped for breath, having swallowed as much as possible of the hot viscous fluids, which spilled from her face over her heaving chest, thick pale-green gobs dangling in stringy lengths from her stiff nipples.  

Nearby groans and grunts told her Adora's partners did not take long to follow the same paths.  Sue crawled toward Adora, whose face was being splattered by a last barrage of hot ejaculate, and pulled the Xandarian's head back by her hair to lick the greenish fluids off her lips.  Soon they were both lapping up the viscous Skrull semen coating each other's slippery skin, tongues running over faces, necks and breasts with relish.


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Surely it could not be true.  Bl'kd had soon recognized the two human females as the long-legged Xandarian Suzerain and the ever-admired blonde member of the damned Earthling Four, she who surely had the best, most luscious teats in a dozen galaxies, but how could he accept that such extraordinary females could be here, sucking wantonly all of their cocks like horny Krylorian whores?  Could even the best Skrull shifter have achieved such astonishing likenesses?  Recreated such exquisite beauty?

Then they began to lap the cum off each other, and he cared not anymore.

He grabbed a fistful of the golden hair and threw her to the ground, spreading her legs, and rammed himself deep into her.

He groaned out loud in amazed delight.  

It could not be duplication.  Surely no Skrull female could be so hot and wet and tight.  So deliciously tight.  

It had to be a tight Earthling cunt.  THE tight Earthling cunt.


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Sue gasped and yelped at the sudden assault, and her force-field struck out to knock the burly Skrull backwards, throwing him onto his back, dazed, yet without actually dislodging his thick member from inside her, so she ended up astride his spread out forms, her legs bent wide around his loins.  Placing her hands on the bulging pectorals for balance, she ground her hips down forcefully, moaning and arching her back with unabashed appreciation.  It was an easier coupling to handle than any she had recently, but it was still quite satisfying.  

Smiling broadly, Adora kissed Sue again, without making her break the pace of her motions over the downed Skrull, before turning to pull another of the still startled guards to the floor with her, not wanting to be left behind.  On her back, gasping at her own latest penetration, Adora gestured for the other two Skrulls to keel by her sides, so she could stroke and pull their penises to her face even as she was being pounded hard by the one between her legs.  


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The beautiful fair face had been full of anger when throwing Bl'kd violently to his back, just after he had understandably forced himself on her.  

He expected to be made to pay  for his impudence, but instead, the blonde Earthling beauty rode him furiously, her impossibly tight cunt grasping him vice-like, ravenously, like no female he had ever known.  

He tried to hold back, to make this unique experience last as long as it could, be she was too much, was too beautiful, too demanding, too hot, and he exploded deep inside her, trembling and grunting.

She could kill or maim him later, but it would be well worth it.


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Adora pushed her partner off unceremoniously and moved closer to Susan, beckoning the Skrulls to gather closer as well.  Kneeling down, she spread the Earthling's pert buttocks and dove aggressively for the exposed anal orifice, even as the other still rode the groaning Skrull underneath.  In her kneeling forward position, with her complete encouragement, a Skrull entered her from behind while she licked and probed the blonde's tight anus.

Susan moaned at the dual stimulation, louder when the tongue was alternated by thin, long daring fingers, but a sudden application of oily fluid there made her tense.  

Adora had a Skrull helpfully bring the lubricant dispenser and made sure a plentiful amount was doused into Sue's anal passage, before pushing him towards the now-well-readied ass.  

Susan paused, startled, realizing what Adora meant for her.  Even if she had already lost her anal virginity to even more overhung Skrull cocks, she was frightened for an instant at the prospect of being doubly reamed.  

"Adora, you don't really-?"  

But then the second Skrull was on her, and his weight made her feel smothered, sandwiched between the two heavy massively-muscled bodies, and she could just gasp while the thick hard rod slid forcefully past her tight sphincter, stuffing her with a second thick helping of hard Skrull cock, making her moan and squeal in painful delight.  The Skrull under her had already climaxed, yet remained hard, and she felt his jism seep from inside her, dripping all around his member as she slid over its sticky length, while the second Skrull probed her rectum with care to match her pace, letting her revel in the enormously fulfilling sensation of being so thoroughly-stuffed with Skrull cock.

Yet Adora was not done with her.  With the authoritative ease of the experienced ruler, she bade the Skrull behind her to withdraw and moved towards Susan as well, after dropping a low squirt of lubricant on his rampant member.

"Make way, will you, dears?  Be helpful."

Susan felt the Skrull above her move and shift.  Really shift.

"What-?  Wait!  WAIT!  Don't-!"  She almost summoned her force-field in panic, as she felt the two Skrulls crowd over her, their shapes changing to accommodate each other, so the newest arrival could gain access to her already well-occupied loins.  "That's not going to work!"

"Oh, quit bitching,"  Adora scoffed.  "Why fuck shape-shifters if you're not making the best of it?"

She did not know which entrance she feared the most the third Skrull would attempt to access, but it all seemed equally impossible physically, until the Skrulls bodies stretched and elongated and twisted enough and she felt the forceful pressure at her sex, right above the thick member already inside her, and before she could protest any more, it was her own time to be stretched beyond what she imagined possible. 

Her eyes bulged and her voice went from a high squeal to a choked gasp and a low moan.

Adora gestured at the last of the guards.  "Make her quite down, will you?"

The guard obeying, seizing Sue's hair to forcing his erection past her lips.

"See?  It's all in the organization."  The Suzerain laughed, striding to the couch where she sat on the lap of its occupant, playfully nibbling at one pointed Skrull ear.  "She looks so hot, doesn't she?  Stuffed in every opening with great Skrull cocks?  I wonder if they will all come in her before she does."  



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It was a close call.  Very close.

She almost came first, her eyes clouding with pleasure, losing her focus on the faces of Adora and Dorrek while she struggled with the multiple shafts thrusting in and out of her, overwhelmed by the excess of Skrull cock violently probing her every opening, making her whimper and moan and groan with pleasure, so thoroughly overcome by so many oversized alien cocks from the very enemy alien race that had threatened Earth since their earliest encounters, all using her as a willing, abject sex-object.

But before her climax peaked, the one at her mouth suddenly pulled out to spray her face yet again, before collapsing backwards, gasping, spent.  The one sodomizing her followed mere seconds later, staggering off her back after leaving her anus full of his hot Skrull seed.  

Then she finally could hold back no more, and exploded into orgasm, and the violent contractions of her overstretched sex rushed the two Skrulls sharing that tight, spasming orifice to their own, almost simultaneous climax.

Her last two partners finally slid off her twitching, ravaged sex, too drained to do more than lay limply on their backs, while Susan rested fitfully over the one still under her, her whole body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, feeling that all of her had been pressure-filled with hot seed which now drained out of her, along with the last of her strength, dripping from her drenched sex and mouth and anus, warm fluid evidence of her complete surrender to Skrull cock.  

She had taken in so much sperm, so many times, from so many virile males, that she was thankful that Skrulls were such an obviously different species, otherwise she would be dead scared of the danger of becoming impregnated.  Being made to bear mixed-species offspring for Dorrek or Kl'rt would have been bad enough, but being knocked up by some anonymous lowly Skrull underling among many during a gang-bang?  That would be unthinkable.  It was a relief that such a thing had to be biologically impossible.

"Fuck, that was hot,"  muttered Adora, standing up and rubbing between her legs while admiring the bodies sprawled before her.  "We are going to need more help here, dear.  Plenty more."



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"Captain Marvel?  The Kree guy?  Not the hot chick with the awesome afro?"    

Rich nodded.  The bar was deserted but for a couple of lingering individuals whose species he could not identify.
 
"But isn't he, like, dead?"

Johnny nodded.  "Yeah.  Cancer.  Nasty business."

"I thought I heard about that.  But I didn't have the heart to-"

"At least he scored with that hottie Princess first.  If had to go, I'd sure want a cute little-"

"Dude, they had a kid."

"A kid?  That's heavy.  Wonder who it'll look like."

"Me too.  I mean, a Kree and a Skrull?  How can that even work?  Aren't they from different worlds, different species and all?"

"Yeah.  It shouldn't...  But Skrulls can turn into humans and many other races, too, so...  maybe it's like that 'O negative' universal donor stuff for blood types.  Or something.  Reed could probably explain it."   Johnny paused, frowning over his drink.   "Damn.  Maybe it wasn't that great an idea to-"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing.  It's not like I had that much of it, anyway."



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Through the wall-wide windows, the Xandarian city began to be colored by the approaching dawn, the artificial enclosing shield creating complex effects of refraction, breaking through the twilight of the bedchamber to cast many shades of gold and crimson over the multiple bodies strewn all over the bed and floor.

Stirring slowly, her body aching in so many places, Susan woke up and sat up, after gently easing Adora's limp left arm and leg from over her, careful to not wake the Xandarian Suzerain.  She leaned in to give a quick kiss at the younger woman's soft cheek, still basking in the pleasant afterglow of their night-long exchanges.  She may still be an untrustworthy devious husband-stealing slut, but she was beautiful and a fantastic lover and she could not deny having enjoyed their sex together, along with helping her enjoy the intense Skrull gang-bang they had shared all throughout the night.

She got to her feet.  A dozen Skrulls were asleep all around her, all big, muscular males, also big where it had certainly counted most.  So big and thick, each of them.

Sue could hardly believe how much she had taken, everywhere, in all possible combinations, all over the luxurious rooms.  She could not even know how many times she had reached climax.  The soreness between her legs was a painful reminder of the night's excesses.

Yet it had all been strangely... mechanical.  Impersonal.  An exercise in pleasure, but lacking intimacy, except perhaps some of the instances between Adora and her.  

She glanced again at the many nude Skrulls.  She had actually just used them, had she not?  As much as they had used her, or more.  Used them as mere tools, as little more than useful extensions of their thick, alien male members.  So different that with Kl'rt.  And Dorrek.

She untangled one of the bed-sheets crumpled in a corner and held it before her with an arm crossed over her chest, covering her body, still sticky with sweat and many other fluids, as she walked out of the room, her long, disheveled hair and glistening skin given a changing golden glow by the growing morning light.  Her breasts, extensively kneaded and slapped and bitten all during the night, now also ached with the slightest jostle from her walking despite her holding them as still as possible, pressed under the smooth silk sheet. 

At a cushioned armchair, the gangly green figure sat with a beverage in hand, clad in a loose, open purple robe, the visible limbs thin and stringy compared to those of the muscular warriors asleep in the bedchamber behind her.  

"It is dawn,"  she said, standing a measured distance away.  

The coarsely-featured alien face turned towards her, as strikingly ugly as ever.  "So it is."  

"The night of our... agreement is over.  Finished."   She drew away from her face a long wave of her hair, made more golden in the rising dawn.  "And so is my obligation to you."

"So it is, too."

There was a lengthy pause, as Susan stood still, the bed-sheet held before her chest, her free hand fidgeting nervously with locks of her blonde hair, before she finally spoke up.

"And you won't...  demand anything further of me."

"Demand?  No.  Not at all."   After a brief moment, the ridged Skrull brow rose quizzically.  "You expected something...  different?"

She frowned.  Actually, she had.  

She had been ready to stand firm against his attempting to extract from her any further concessions, any further compromises, any further surrenders.  She had been ready, determined to refuse to yield to him again, ever again, to resist any further attempt to coerce her again, to claim her, as his to own, no matter what he threatened, no matter what had happened.   Ready.  As she had to be.  For the sake of her family.  And her own.  

She had not expected it to be over so easily. 

"I-I was just... unsure...  of whether I could trust your word."

The broad, corrugated lips spread in a smile.  "Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed?  Why would-?"

"That you cannot have another excuse?  To justify staying?  To justify-?"

"Don't be ridiculous."  She drew her covering higher about her, and looked towards the window, at the Xandarian city beyond.  "I-I'm just...  relieved."  

"Why, Susan Storm of Earth, did you actually fall in-?"

"Don't you even say it.  Not that.  Just...  don't."   Her eyes were narrowed.  She pressed the bed-sheet much tighter against her chest.  "I-I could never..."  She shook her head.  "Not... that.  Ever.  Maybe I no longer hate you as much as I did before.  But you're still an evil bastard.  And I could never forgive what you-"

"Forgive?  Or forget?" 

Her eyebrows rose.  "Forget what?  How you threatened the death of my real loved ones?  How you blackmailed me?  Coerced me to give in to you?  To let you use me?"  She strode closer aggressively.  "Use and abuse me?  No.  That, I won't forget, Dorrek.  Or forgive."   

"Good.  I know then that you'll keep me in your mind.  Constantly."

"You fucking bastard."  

She stood just before the Skrull sitting calmly at his armchair, her face flushed in contrast, her eyes shining, her bare feet shifting uneasily.  

The bed-sheet dropped to the floor around her feet.

She stepped forward and placed a bent knee on the seat by his side, leaning forward, her hair falling around her face.

"I really hate you.  I do."

Her soft rosy lips joined the thin coarse green ones.  

Her mouth and tongue moved at a deliberate, measured pace, the kiss slow, unhurried, savoring the alien taste.  Without breaking away, she reached out to take away the beverage glass from the bony-jointed hand and placed it on the table by a side.  Then she pulled both green hands to her swaying breasts and body.

After a lengthy while, she drew back slightly, saliva trailing between their respective tongue-tips.
 
"That was just...  a last goodbye,"  she rasped, hesitating.

How could she still feel so uncertain?  Even now?  After everything?  

Had it not been enough already?  Enough to know?  Enough to settle things for good?  For her own good?

But she still doubted.  Still wondered.  And still needed to be sure.  Still needed that.

Breathing deeply, she wrapped her arms around the narrow, bony shoulders and neck, her head moving down to lean on the bald green forehead, and then began to sway, to arch her torso and push her hips forward and then back, thrusting her chest out, one leg bent, kneeling on the seat while the other stretched back, her rear raised high, in a slower, closer version of the lap dance she had first performed, back at the Skrull Throne-World.  That had been when she had first truly felt him, all of him, pressing against her, to her shock and fright and confusion.  She soon felt it again as her hips swayed down, felt the  hardening presence, pushing up as it had done then, and she let her core grind down against that daunting hardness with slow, undulating motions.

She trembled.  It was close.  Too close.  Almost the same, really.  

Why couldn't she let it go?  Let it be over?  And move on?  Without any more lingering questions or doubts?  Shouldn't it be easier now than before, when she had thought him dead?  Now that had already experienced  what she had just been teased with before?  What she had guiltily wondered about?  

Or hadn't she?  

She stepped back and reached down to spread open the purple robe at the lap, exposing the long, thick member which rose, rampant, almost like a third limb growing between the thin, stringy thighs.  She knelt down, leaning forward, and surrounded the still-growing phallus with her breasts, the hard rod protruding stiffly through the yielding, sloshing globes, its corrugated head reaching almost to her mouth above.  

"You never...  let me taste you.  Not really."

Glancing first at the squinting green eyes and then down at the swelling glans peeking high over her bunched-together teats, Sue took it gently between her lips, using her breasts to squeeze firmly all the now fully erect shaft.  Her tangled long blond hair fell all over the green thighs and lower body as her head bobbed up and down energetically, her breasts being squashed wide and hard with the bouncing motions.  

She worked long and hard, until the swollen head was too large to fellate any longer.  It throbbed in her hands and lips, but did not give her what she wanted.  

Then she rose onto the armchair, pushing her breasts against the broad open mouth and pressing her mound against the up-thrust erect member, rubbing against it, her tender, over-sensitive folds flaring with sharp pain at the friction against the coarse, corrugated, veiny shaft, still too sore from her recent couplings.  Yet she did not relent, rubbing even more forcefully against it, leaving a hot damp pathway along the erect dark green member caught between them.  She began to teasingly press her moist gate just against the swollen cock-head, letting it push in just barely, just the tip, only to draw away, again and again, all while her heavy breasts swung out of reach of the face just before them.  

She kept it up longer and longer, each time seeming just about to let the massive head to fully pierce her, but moving away at the very last moment, to keep rubbing sensuously all over the now-throbbing shaft.  So big.  So hard and big.  Just as it had been, those first times.  When she was at his mercy.  When he had first gotten her ready and needful, despite everything, despite her own better judgment.

Could she be wrong?  Could she be risking too much?  Going way too far?  Too far for safety?  Too far not to risk becoming...  lost?

Yet she had to know.  She had to.

She pushed forward so forcefully that the armchair was overturned and they toppled backwards, their fall cushioned by her invisible force, which then exploded under them, fully disassembling the piece of furniture into multiple broken fragment.  The invisible force then re-shaped into bindings around the wiry Skrull wrists and ankles, spreading the thin limbs about.

"My turn,"  she muttered, registering the tightened lips and frown in the Skrull face.  Yet there was no protest voiced.  

She settled over the huge engorged glans, so it was just about to enter her, and let her sex press there, soft and moist against the hardness, for a lengthy stretch of time, while she stared down at the narrowed green eyes, looking for the answers she needed.  Until finally, breathing deeply, she pressed down hard and gasped in pain as the massive glans pushed past her gate.

And then she stopped.  

With just the tip of the monstrous shaft inside her, making her shiver with the heat and hardness of it stretching her lips, and against every demand of her feverishly burning body, she remained still, her invisible force holding the Skrull underneath immobile as well, unable to thrust into her, or pull out, so both were kept at just the very start of penetration, without advancing any further, at that painful instant of indeterminacy, of almost being there but not quite, just like the time before, being denied the satisfaction, the fullness so desperately needed.   

She waited.  Breathing hard and fast, enduring the loud pain and need running through her, just like that past time, she waited.

The Skrull finally spoke up with a raspy, choked voice.  "Go on.  Do it.  Don't stop.  Don't stop now."

She shook her head.  

"Go on!  Please!"

She knew then, her body tensing with the cold realization, the confirmation.

"Dorrek would have never begged,"  Sue whispered.  "Or let me take over, or hold him bound like this.  Not without complaints, or protests, or calling for his guards." 

Surprise filled the green eyes beneath her.  

"Or let others have me, instead of him.  I would have been filled with just his come, and made to belong just to him, and no other."  

"Then... you know?"

"I wasn't sure at first."  She closed her eyes, and sighed.  The swollen head was still partially past the entrance to her sex, feeling just so much like it had before, so much like it should.  "I-I even though you could be Kl'rt, and maybe I even...  But it was different.  Too different.  And as much like it as it was...   it just wasn't...  the same.  Not really."   

"I-I thought it was just the same.  Down to every detail.  And I knew well all the details."

"I just...  could tell.  And there were many other things, spoken, and done.  Like not ejaculating, in me, or over me, or with Adora, even.  Or asking about back then, when he first...  was with me.  Asking whether I had come with him or not.  Dorrek wouldn't have needed to ask."

"You know who I am, then?"

"I think I do."  She shifted her hips, yet did not let the phallus slide out of her.  "I just don't know...  why?  Why do this?  All this?"

"Because I wanted to.  I wanted you.  And wanted to complete the Four."

"You fucked my husband.  And Ben.  And Johnny."

"Yes."

The unsightly green face changed before Sue's eyes.  Features changed drastically, becoming thinner, finer.  Dark hair grew thick and fell to the sides, long and silky, above wider, graceful shoulders.  The torso slimmed and narrowed at the waist, while the chest swelled, bulging outward, becoming large, clearly feminine breasts.  Only the big, thick phallus pressing against Sue remained unchanged, still drastically male, very male.  

Sue stared, still astride the stiff member during the shape-changing.  "And then me.  To completed the Four.  The Fantastic Four."

Empress R'Klll nodded.  "Ever since that time when you defeated Morrat, I've wanted you.  All of you."  She smiled.  "And I did come with you last night.  Several times.  It's just harder to emulate all the male functions."

Sue shifted in her position straddling the Skrull empress, all too physically aware of how much maleness was still emulated.  "Maybe I can help with that."

She bore down, hard, and took the thick member well inside her.   She gasped loudly, as did R'Klll under her, and forced herself to take more of the massive phallus, to take it deeper, to take all of it, all the pain and the pleasure.  She began to bounce up and down, harder and faster, taking more and more into her with each beat, impaling herself more forcefully until her taut buttocks finally slapped against the Skrull empress's upper thighs.   

"Oh, fuck...  Fuck...  FUCK!"

The Empress closed her eyes, frowning with tension, her large breasts jostling wildly about as Sue rode wildly her male organ.

"Show me,"  Sue muttered.  "Show me how it was, how they were, when you fucked them.  Show me."

R'Klll blinked in momentary confusion and then nodded, smiling.  Her body changed again, taking male shape anew, and her skin became a pale pink, while her hair grew shorter and brown in hue with graying temples.

Susan stared, her mouth open, as she recognized her husband's face, Reed's face, even if the monstrous phallus piercing her, giving her so much pleasure, was nowhere near anything she had ever experienced, retaining all of Dorrek's emulated size.  After even more furious riding, she fell forward to kiss at his mouth, or her mouth looking like his, her motions becoming slower but more deliberate, her heart aching at the idea that Reed could ever really do her like this, with anything like what she was now enjoying, fucking her so well, so deep, stretching her so well, fucking her like she now knew she could be fucked, like she had been made to need to be fucked.  

Even as the kiss lengthened, more and more passionately, the empress changed shape again, and Sue felt the skin against her mouth and chest and sex become craggy, rough and rock-hard just like the member thrusting inside her.  Her invisible force loosened its tight hold to let the empress expand her apparent size, replicating 
Ben's shape, down to his cock inside her, which unlike with the duplication of Reed with its retaining Dorrek's size, now became thick but shorter, larger than any of the Skrull guards, but not quite as huge as Kl'rt or Dorrek had been, although the rougher, rock-like epidermis of the thick shaft was more painful to endure, even as wet as she was.  She whimpered and gasped in exquisite pain, yet unwilling to lose the unique chance to enjoy something she would have never dared to attempt, not in her normal life, not with her dear friend Ben, but recognizing her physical distress, her partner shifted shape again, so the skin became again pale pink and the body slimmed, contracting, while hair grew golden in hue.  

"Oh, damn,"  Sue muttered, flustered, recognizing her brother's face.  She closed her eyes and looked away, although not stopping the motions of her loins, and despite her incestuous guilt she could not help but be sure Johnny was nowhere as well-hung as this duplication was.

Then the blond hair grew longer, and the features softened and more delicate, while the body narrowed at the waist and bulged at the chest, developing large, nearly perfectly round breasts, crowned by perfectly centered nipples.  

Susan watched her own face, her own body, a near perfect duplicate, aside from the massive phallus she was still furiously riding.

She recalled her sex with Terrax, the mental fugue state that made her feel like she was him, doing herself, an out of body experience that had given her a different perspective on her sex appeal, on her erotic power over others, and an expanded grasp of how intense sexual desire and satiation could be.  Now she experienced a more concrete and less abstract take on the same scenario, coming face to face with her own self in erotic fervor, sharing that hard cock with her mirror image, literally fucking herself and being fucked in return, as she knew so many wanted to fuck her, all the time, all around her, and understanding why it was such an exciting thing to want, to need, to enjoy, to fuck such a hot, luscious slut.  

"Oh, fuck.  Fuck.  FUCK...  I love... love this cock."  Her voice quavered.  "I-I love this huge, giant Skrull cock.  So big.  So thick.  So good.  Just like his.  Just like his cock.  Like Dorrek's cock."  

She threw her face back and moaned loudly, almost reaching climax.  Yet she could not.  Not yet.

Sue frowned with effort, and despite her state of erotic fever, managed to not just keep her invisible force bindings in place, but also manifested a smooth  cylindrical-shaped flexible force construct, which she proceeded to shove up the tight anal sphincter of first the doppelganger under her, making her squeal loudly, and then her own as well, sharing each end of the long invisible dildo between the two.

She managed to concentrate enough to shove the invisible construct a dozen of times into the snug anus of the shape-shifted empress impersonating her, even as she rode more vigorously than ever the huge male organ she sprouted.

The fake Sue yelled out her delight, and to the real Susan's satisfaction, she felt the massive phallus finally erupt inside her, ejaculating hot semen that filled her depths at last.  That was more than she could take, and her focus was lost, so the invisible dildos vanished to her regret, as with a hoarse gasp, she climaxed, and her sex contracted around the massive shaft inside her with violent spasms, milking further its throbbing ejaculations, until she finally collapsed forward, trembling, and stared down at her same face, the cascade of her sweaty blonde hair mixing with that just like it spread about on the  carpeted floor.    

She kissed that faithful copy of her own mouth, her own lips and tongue, knowing that in a way, she had also completed the Four now.



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It took a while for Sue to catch her breath back fully, resting over her identical duplicate.

She glanced up those green eyes, similar but quite different.  "So then, he's really...?"

"Yes,"  muttered R'Klll.  "It had to be done.  The Empire was falling to ruin because of him.  And you were right.  He'd never give up control willingly."

Sue nodded, her eyes guarded. 

There was nothing more to doubt.  At least about that.  She knew what she had to know, now.  Didn't she?

"The deception may still be useful to sustain for a short while,"  R'Klll continued.  "Until my power is consolidated and the Empire is fully stable."

"And...  Kl'rt?"

R'Klll shrugged.  "Nobody knows of him.  Not after what happened at your world."

"I see."  

She was also unsure of how to feel about that.  About everything.  About how everything had changed, including the way she saw things.  Or wanted things.

She sighed, and eased off the shape-shifted Skrull Empress, gently pushing her hips up and away, thick fluid dripping from her sex as she disengaged with a muted gasp from their snug connection, the liquid remnants of her intense and extensive experiences with Skrull intercourse.  

"It may be time I left.  And got back to my life.  My real life."

"Do you want me to change again?  Become one or the other?  You spoke of saying goodbye.  I could give you that."

Sue hesitated, for a moment, but then shook her head.

"Thank you.  But no.  There's no need.  Not...  anymore."

Dorrek was dead.  Maybe Kl'rt, too.  She should accept it and not look back, not dwell on what could not be, on what really should have never been.  Not with them.  Any of them.  Much as it may trouble her, it was perhaps the best thing for her.  The safest thing.  Now there was no use in still wondering, was there?  In still...  wishing it could have been somehow different.  Even if perhaps some part of her always would.  Despite how wrong and dangerous.  Or because of it.

She stood up, on still unsteady legs, and the Empress followed suit, her body gradually retaking its female shape, except for the oversized member that remained dangling between her thighs.  

R'Klll pointed to the holo disk on a nearby table.  "That, of course, is yours.  I had what happened here added as well."

"What happened-?  Even...  just now?"

"Why not?  Be assured that the only copies are that one and one in my personal files."  She stood before Susan, now significantly taller, fastening the belt of the robe that was now too short for her.  "This is just between us.  Just us girls."

"Really?"  She glanced quickly at the dangling oversized erection visible under the hem of R'Kll's robe, and felt her face warm up.  

"The Skrull are no longer your enemies, Susan Storm.  Of you, your team, or your world.  The Empire will be different under my rule.  It already is.  You need never tangle with a Skrull again."  She smiled.  "Unless..."

"Unless?"

She smiled broadly.  "Unless you choose otherwise."


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Adora stretched her arms above her head, walking nude into the lounge.

Empress R’Klll looked up from her breakfast.  "You're late.  She left already."

"A pity."  She sat, running her hands through her tangled hair.  "So?  Do we have more trade agreements to negotiate?"

"Perhaps."

"Call more of your guys.  You may need assistance."

"They all got rather worn out.  I think I may need to call a relief team from the Empire.  Or several."

Adora smiled.  "Fine by me."


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"Sue?  Dear?"

Susan Storm walked out of the bathroom, covered by a thick bathrobe, wrapping a towel around her wet hair.  "Reed?  I was beginning to get worried.  It's late in the morning already."

"Sorry, sorry.  Things rather got out of hand.  Took much more than expected."

Sue nodded.  "Indeed."

"We'll have work enough for weeks with what we postulated!  You didn't stay up all night waiting for me, did you?"

"Waiting for you?  No, of course not."

"Oh, good."

She looked up at him, hands at hips.  "Reed, I think we must talk.  Really talk."

"Of course!  I have so much to tell you!  You remember the Poincare Conjecture I had told you about?  About the mathematical characterization of a hyper-sphere?  How it related to universal topology?  Well, that is just the beginning-"

Sue stared as he went on.  On the nearest table was the holo chip.  She would of course save it somewhere safe.  Just in case.  

But should Reed see it?  Someday?  

How would he react to it?

And how would she feel about him watching it?   

Or the two of them, watching it, together?



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"Take care, Rich.  Thank you again for all your help.  Drop by the Baxter Building any time you want."

"Thank you, Ms. Richards."  He tried not to stare.  He must not stare at her.  Not anymore.  Even if she looked as beautiful as ever, if not more, with a kind of relaxed sexy sway that he had not noticed before.  But he must not stare.

"Bring chicks if you do,"  Johnny said, slapping Rich's shoulder.  "But no pissed-off bodyguards!" 

"Ah, yeah.  Sure.  Will keep that in mind."

Soon, the transport portal glowed bright and the Fantastic Four were gone, returned to Earth, and Rich Ryder ambled restlessly through the corridors, looking for the way out of the complex sprawls of Master Xar's labs.  He may need to access his suit to get some directions again. 

At the elevator, he was surprised to see a tall Skrull female in the ornate, body-hugging purple robes, her green countenance opaque.

"Uh, hello.  Going down?  Or up."

"Depends."  She looked him over, carefully.  "I understand you met my daughter.   That you are friends."

He frowned.  "Your daughter?"

"So it may be good to know each other better.  A bit."   She moved much closer to him, and pressed the pad that closed the doors.



THE END