A Minion

Makice relaxed on her bed, splendiferous in her nudity, barely suppresing sounds of pleasure. Her breasts she teased with experienced hands, her fingers tweaking her nipples. She denied her hungry pussy any attention just yet, letting that build. But the thing that truly had her groaning silently was her new minion worshipping her feet. The silver haired, six armed minion was using her magic hands to massage, caress and pamper her feet and calves. Malice held her groans in check as it wouldn't do to let her minion know how well she was doing, she didn't want the silver haired woman to slack off in her pampering, after all.

Now what was her six armed minions name again? Malice wondered. She was sure she knew it, or that Sue had known it. Malice frowned, it was right on the tip of her tongue too. But just out of reach. And it... there was some... something else too. Her six armed minion had an associate... ally... a somebody that you had to careful of. Because... magic... maybe?

Oh this was the worst, Malice frowned. Why was her mind so... so... What was wrong with her mind? Mailce sat up in alarm, pulling her feet away from her silver haired, six armed minion. Someone was doing something to her mind.

"Mistress Malice?" Her minion kept her head bowed low as she addressed Malice.

"How may I serve you next?" Keeping her head bowed the six armed minion rose from her knees and stood before Malice.

Whatever alarm Malice felt dulled a bit as her minions enormous chest came into view. Truly these breasts were larger than She-Hulk's mighty tits. Made more impressive by the silver haired minion's body being smaller. Four of her six arms set to work on her huge tits. The top two hands went to cradle and knead her breasts, the next two began to tease and play with her large nipples. "How may I please my Mistress?"

Malice imagined the delight it would cause her to have her breasts worshipped by her silver haired minion. Although there was a slight bit of jealousy at the fact that her minion, a mere servant!, had a more impressive chest than her. Malice glared at her chest, angered at her merely above average breasts.

"Do you wish for greater pleasure, Mistress Malice?" Her minion asked, he last set of arms dropped to her hips which she cocked toward Malice.

Malice looked up as her minion changed her stance, her legs formerly pressed against each other were spread wide, exposing her hairless cunt to Malice. Malice watched as suddenly growing from her minion's now exposed cunt was a massive, glistening with cunt juices, turgid cock, crowned by an angry red cock head that seeped a viscous white fluid that smelled devine. The Minion's lower hands left her hips and took hold of her new erection and stroked it enticingly.

Malice didnt suppress her moan at the sight of that cock, at least sixteen inches of throbbing meat, bobbing up and down in excitement when Malice splaid her legs and exposed her cunt.

The problem with Reed Richard was that for such an imaginative man... he was dreadfully dull in bed. Despite his ability to change shape he had very rarely bothered to make it count where it mattered. He bruised Sue's cervix once and had been scared to ever experiment ever again for fear of hurting his 'delicate' wife. Malice smirked at the large cock before her. Huge was the kind of cock she wanted, huge was the kind of cock Sue Storm was to afraid to admit, even to herself, that she longed for.

Part of her secretly wished to have a cock of her own that size. With her own massive dick she would bend Reed Richards over and teach him two things. One, the pleasure of being fucked by a massive cock. Two, that he was nothing more than a toy to be used for Malice's pleasure.

One of the six hands of her minion was offered to Malice, breaking her out of her dreams. "Does my Mistress wish to dance with me?"

Taking the offered hand Malice let herself be pulled to her feet, into the many arms of her silver haired minion. Malice found her head between the massive breasts she had admired as her hands were placed on the monstrous cock she had delighted at. Enraptured by her minion's many charms she ignored the small voice in the back of her mind telling her not to let her silver haired, six armed minion dance.