A royals invasion

Her screams of pain echoed through the darkness, thrown back by countless walls every single one of them lasted until her next one overpowered them easily.

Her face a grimace of ****, you could still recognize the remarkable beauty and grace in the features of the red haired woman. While she was resting in waves of her own living hair, that did its best to make it as comfortable as possible for their master, she bellowed out again.

Feebly her hand raised out in a search for anything to hold on, as a foreign meaty one took hold of her delicate fingers.

Thankfully she looked out into the darkness, knowing that he was there, like he always was. And before the emptiness could take hold of her cloudy thoughts Queen Medusa of the Inhumans whispered with her dying breath. “I love you…”

15 month before

Like every downfall Medusas began with being at the top, literally so to say.

The queen of the Inhumans sat on top of her beloved husband. Blackagar Boltagon the powerful king and leader of her people also known as Blackbolt.

She loved it every single time when their drenched in sweat bodies hit on each other and his magnificent cock bottomed out inside of her. They had this chances by far to seldom in her eyes and so she took everything he had every single time of him as they lay together. For her it was fulfillment and a proof of love in a most lethal way.

For Blackbolt it was a trial of staying focused like no other. One scream of pleasure and their royal chamber would be crushed to ruins. One single moan and his beloved wife, would be torn to pieces. All this years of training and all the examinations he had endured were still for nothing. Just a little sound of his voice would still bring doom and damnation to his environment.

So he lay there, still and focused while his wife took care of their pleasures. Like every single time before and she had turned out to be a grandmaster in it.

He knew that she had learned to read in his face and body language what he wanted to say or how he feels, but what would he give to just say her one lonely time how much he loves her or even that she should fuck herself harder on him.

Medusa was a sight to preserve, while she was riding him. Her beautiful long hair that grew and shortened with her feelings and framed the lovely minx like a halo of deep red water. Her lovely firm breasts crowned by deep red and hard nipples and coated in a shimmer of sweat that swung with every single move of her body. The petite stripe of her dark pubic above her lips, that were stretched around his cock, while she was riding him like a bronco. Her to the perfect weapon trained body, the muscles that played beneath her smooth skin and shaped her image like an hourglass. He was so in love with her, if he could only…

“No! No! Nooooo!” for a moment Blackbolt was in shock, fearing that he had lost control and the words were his own. But as he slowly regained his senses he still could see her sitting on top of him and the image on her face was none of pain, but one of annoyance.

“What the fuck! Who dares….?” Medusa called out while her hair waved in an outrage of disbelief and anger. Some of the strains were still holding her husband down at his ankles and wrists, while other brushed teasingly around her frame, breasts and even his cock, trying their best to keep em up in the mood.

But the voice of one of her valued cousins which reached through the heavy doors to their chambers put entirely an end to it.

“I… I am deeply ashamed to disrupt you my queen, but… we… we are under attack!”

3 Weeks later

“Dear Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please ask for you to calm down and let me explain?” Medusa did her best to let her voice sound as calm as she could manage, while she had rose from her chair, her arms and fingers spread while her red mane waved as the only sign of her own malaise. As the nearly 50 men and women in front of her slowly turned calm again, she let one of her hands rise to gently brush one of her strands back behind her tiara.

The reporters from all around the globe looked up at the ravishing queen in her elegant purple dress, a view that could have matched easily with every starlet on the red carpets all over earth. Elegant and confident, with just enough skin to emphasize her perfect and carefully chosen outfit. A true queen indeed.

She had chosen wisely, especially because she knew what bad news she had to tell them and how important it was, that the news that will soon spread through every part of the civilized world had to hit the right tone or right after them fear and riots would follow them.

“Thank you my kind humans. I knew I could trust in your sense of responsibility.” she spoke in her deep sensual voice again, after most of the reporters took seat or started to take pictures and bath the redhead beauty in a sea of flashing lights again.

“Yes, I am sorry but you understood me right. The moon is under attack and my people are fighting a losing war against an enemy that you all know as The Brood.

Please, let me finish first what I have to say to you, then I will gladly take my time to answer your questions.

It all started with the impact of the comet at the dark side of the moon 5 weeks ago, that we all have noticed. My husband King Blackagar Boltagon immediately sent a team of our best scientist and engineers to insure that the impact would cause no harm to our and your people. And indeed. Even if it hit a huge crate, it seemed to be nothing extraordinary to our situation on the moon. As we had informed your governments 29 days ago.

And I can assure you, that our people did their best and had no chance to recognize what had happened 5 days later. Up to today we cannot say in any way for sure, if the impact really had to do with the invasion that followed.

But down in the crate had opened some kind of portal to whatever lies behind and through that portal started an invasion of the alien species you know as the brood like never recorded before.

They emerged in the ten thousands just in the first 12 hours. All of them of the soldier breed and some of them in sizes and forms that had not been seen in the solar system before. There could not be any doubt of their hostile claims and so my people took the call for arms and we met them at the battlefield.

In the first few hours we could claim victory at several fronts and even managed to throw them back to several hives their **** or builder breeds where rising up all around the crate. We were confident that we could manage this crisis before it could really kick in.

But then something strange happened. Me and my people, we began to lose our strength and powers. It was a slowly fading away effect, that we could not recognize at first in the heat of the battles, it could have been exhaustion. But it wasn`t. The brood itself radiate out some kind of illness in my people that just took away our Inhuman strength and powers. Up to know, we are not sure, what exactly it is, but in a lack of explanations we named it the exhaustion.

And as I am immens sorry to say, the exhaustion effects not just my people, as we could recognize at other heroes who raised to help us, it seems to effect mutants and other human beings in the influence of supernatural powers too.

Today at Day 24 of the invasion the brood holds 3 of 4 parts of the moon and as far as we know, we have to apprehend that we will not be able to hold my kingdom for more than ten more days.”

With the last sentence the reporters began to riot in an outburst of questions and flashing lights again and Medusa had to take a break for a few breath. Doing her best to still look confident and collected but in her inside she was shaken in despair and grief. Up to today hundreds of her people had died in this conflict, two of her cousins were missing in action and even her beloved sister Crystal the mighty elemental lord had suffered a nearly lethal injury she was slowly recovering from. To slow in the estimation of her doctors, so they had made sure, that she was transported to a safe place on earth. If it had just not been at HIS place of them all! she frowned in concern and disgust.

Enough! You are representing your kingdom. Your people, who fight and die for you! You will not show this people any sign of weakness or hurt feelings!

And so, even before her grief could manage its path on her beautiful features, Medusas view rose again and she began to answer the questions.

“Yes, we are still fighting and letting the brood pay a high price for every feet we have to retreat.”

“Indeed, we are suspecting too that this is not a single invasion and that there are several hive queens involved in it.”

“No, we could not reach the portal at all so far, because the brood had build some kind of huge swarm stock above the crate, that even the unleashed power of my husband's voice was not able to crumble complete.”

“We have informed different superhero teams and governments 18 days ago and so far we could battle with the aid of SHIELD, the Avengers, the X-Men and different single working heroes like Spiderman or Luke Cage for example.”

“Yes, they all are effected. Losing their superhuman powers, returning to their normal alternate beings, even losing their superhuman strength and just being as strong as a normal man would be compared to their body size and fitness.”

“Ms Katzenberg I can see your hand rising, I assure… you… I mean…”

Oh mighty Beyonder NO! right there on the far left of the third line sat Ms Susan Storm Richards and was throwing her a glare that could kill.

Medusa had recognized her a few minutes after Susan and the fat disgusting excuse of a man Nick Katzenberg had arrived and taken a seat. They were here in order of some magazine they worked for or owned? Medusa was not sure at all. All she knew was, that if it wasn`t for the reputation of the unquestionably trustworthy Invisible Woman no reporter of this low class smut paper would have had a chance to be at a press conversation of this meaning and importance.

It had been nearly 2 month now, that they had met in the SHIELD Classroom. 2 month of the high and mighty Susan Storm being in Medusa's head. Doing it in the most depraiving imaginable ways with the fat toad of a man Nick Katzenberg. And loving every fucking single stroke of it. Medusa was disgusted by it, she was unable to explain it in any way at all, like every sane and proud woman should. How was it in any way possible that a being so pure and elegant like the invisible woman, would lay in any way at all with a fat tard and loser like him?

Of course the Inhuman had talked with no one at all about what she had seen and was thinking about since then. How could she? Without defrauding a once so good friend of hers!

Medusa even tried to call Susan for 3 times after they had left in the classroom, without any success in reaching her.

Faithful and well-behaved as she was, Medusa tried to forget it. Susan was a proud and intelligent woman at least, she should know what she was doing! And the redhead nearly managed to do so. But at this one night 3 weeks ago, as she was making out with her beloved husband, right before Gorgon was knocking at their chamber doors, Sue returned.

And while the proud and graceful Queen of the Inhumans was riding her beloved husband, nearly reaching her peak. She was thinking about Susan Storm-Richards lying beneath Nick Katzenberg, while he was pounding her like a common whore and they both looked up at Medusa. Teasing and mocking her with their glares.

“Jealous uptight bitch!” the words sounded on and on in her mind, even and especially as she made love with Black Bolt. How could she dare to call her like that?! Who did she thought she is, to call HER, the Queen and fantasie of thousands of worshippers like THAT!? To say Medusa was mad, was like calling a raging bloodthirsty bulldog a little upset. And while she used her wild red maine to hold her husband down and even gag him, to make sure that he wouldn't let out the slightest muffle, the gorgeous ex-thief rode him like a bronco. All the while challenging her imaginary bombshell Sue Storm-Richards, who was FUCKING NICK KATZENBERG and taunting her as uptight and sexually repressed. And just as Medsa knew she was winning, feeling the mighty orgasm building up in her loins out of anger, frustration and despair, Gorgon was fucking banging at their chambers doors. Denying her the so much needed release.

And even now. 3 weeks later. 3 weeks of fighting, killing and running for their bare lives. 3 weeks without any chance for a break or more then the most needed rests. Medusa could feel the slight tingle of wanton unfulfilled lust, beneath her shell of conscientiousness and remorse.

And there she was! For real and in person. Susan Storm-Richards and right at her side the disgusting slug Nick Katzenberg. Who she was fucking and even if she did not made anything official yet, there in the classroom she did not the slightest attempt to hide, that she was fucking Nick Katzenberg.

And just as Medusa reached out to speak for the first time since then to Sue, with all the terror and horror of the war in her life, all she could do was to thinking about this simple fact. And so she made out of a problem a fucking mess.

“Ms Katzenberg I can see your hand rising, I assure… you… I mean…”

Had she really said it? Was it for real so quiet in the room right now, that all you could hear was her raging pulse, or did they had missed her mistake? Sue had not, that was for sure. The one moment she was wearing her mocking little smile on her round and lovely lips and just a single second later her face was a mask of anger and rage.

Sue shot her "friend" Medusa a look that could cut steal as she sat in the chair. Even though it was something that was said, and not seen, Susan adjusted the brim of her glasses, and her face went beat red as people around her muttered. THAT FUCKING BITCH, thought Sue.

She tried to adjust her disheveled hair. Men and women were staring at her now, and it made her feel self conscious. She adjusted her white blouse, a few buttons were down showing her bra. She pulled her skirt down by her knees. She knew if she got up now, the wet spot of Nick's cum dribbling out of her would be seen. They had just fucked in the alley.

No one knew, she told herself. But, even as she said it she realized several people did. Janet, The Vulture, Vermin, Black Cat, and now even Flash Thompson. No one believed his stupid story. Yet, it was the opening salvo to allegations. There were rumors for sure. Reed had been away the whole time, and people were talking. She was spending a considerable amount of time with Nick. "People" Magazine, a rival to Sue and Nick's tabloid media, had shown them out and about and close. She had almost died when she saw the headline "Jumps from Spidey to Slobby! Exclusive information on Sue's new boyfriend!" She hated how seeing the words in print, in public, made her wet.

Then the words Medusa had spoken rang in her head. “Ms Katzenberg". Something about it was so hot. The realization of the words hit her like a brick. What it meant. What it would mean to the world to see this pristine heroine as MS. KATZENBERG! Her legs felt weak in the chair. Would he one day ask her to be his wife? The beauty Susan Storm-Richards married to "Slobby" as they called him. Ms. Sloppy? It was so degrading and disgusting, so why did she want to fuck him right there and then.

At that moment, Nick grunted, feeling an invisible **** field grip his cock.

Susan thought for a second, "Ms. Katzenberg?" That simply didn't sound right. Then she did something that she never believed she would. She put her hand down while all eyes on her, and scribbled something on a pad of paper, as if not hearing the remark. "That's Mrs., not Ms." Then she looked at her notes.

"So, how far are you willing to go to save your people? How DEEP?"

“I.... I am sorry? What…” Damn! Get a grip of yourself. Thought the stunning redhead. So against all better thoughts and lessons in professional behavior in front of worshippers, Medusa took herself some seconds to take a deep breath and got her control over her features. She could feel how her pulse dropped from 140 to a steady 90 again and how her thick red strands began to relax too and quit their incensed waving.

“Mrs Storm-Richards,” and Medusa threw all practical knowledge into these three words to let them sound as cautionary as possible, with just a hidden hint of mocking.

“I assure you that, like every good leader of a nation, I am willing to go as far, or deep if you want to say so, as it is necessary to save my people. And I am ashamed for you, that I have to explain that to a once so proud and exemplary heroine like you. We have missed you at the frontlines by the way and really hope that you will find your time to join us again, when you have finished your article for whatever you two wanna call your magazine.”

Please forgive me Uatu, but Oh mighty that had felt good! Medusa allowed herself a little smile of triumph and looked out for another outstretched hand of a reporter from the Washington Post.

Susan's face went white, then beat red with rage. WHO DOES THAT FUCKING BITCH THINK SHE IS? "Ashamed"? "Once so proud and exemplary"? The words made Sue livid. She stood up, "Excuse me your MAJESTY...but I wasn't finished with my line of questioning," she turned to apologize to the reporter from the Washington Post, but the man simply shook his head and motioned for her to continue. The room was now apparently far more interested in the growing tension between these two "friends". Susan dipped her glasses, and looked at her notes. "Just to correct you, Nick is atoning for his previous, let's just say "perversions"." The crowd laughed at her words, she was referring to the scandals from his past, some that involved stalking Susan herself.

“We have come to an agreement of sorts. Kind of a way to keep him out of jail for his disgusting, deplorable, despicable," she was staring at Nick now, letting the words flow from her, "just filthy, and god awful ways". There was a strange tone in her voice. She fixed herself. "It's not pretty between us, but we have an arrangement." She hoped that would clear up some rumors. Still, she loved the wordplay, using the "it's not pretty between us" brought images of their filthy love-making. Her pussy moistened slightly.

She turned to address the audience, "He and I run a reputable magazine that helps to humanize heroes, heroines, and super teams. It allows the world to see them in a more relatable way, by delving into their private lives." She bit the end of her pen, and smiled looking up at Medusa. "With that said," she flipped her notepad to the next page and pointed to something in her notes, "is it true that part of the reason there are issues on the "front-lines" as you call them, due to the marital...ahem...issues....between you and your husband Blackbolt?"

There was a commotion in the room after the question. A quiet rumbling rose to a fervor. All eyes turned back to Medusa.

Medusa turned pale as if someone just has revealed her that she is in the Matrix. The just only annoyed look she wore, as Susan simply refused to take place and be quiet again turned into something dramatically shocked. How did she know? How could she? Was there a telepath somewhere that just had told the Invisible Bitch what Medusa was thinking since the first few seconds she recognized her at this conference?

But then she looked at her again and the Inhuman realized at the smirk of surprised triumph on Susans lips, that she just recognized too, that she hit the jackpot with her question. It was a cruel but lucky shot to embarrass Medusa and now she had realized how hard she hit the bullseye.

The queen was speechless in disbelief and disenchantment. How could Susan do that to her? They had been friends for years now! Perhaps not the closest type but they got along well anytime they met. Was it because of Nick? Because Susan just knew that Medusa knew about her secret? And what kind of secret was that anyway? She couldn't put far less effort in keeping it a secret as she did now. In her shady outfit, her messed up golden mane, the nearly obscene low buttoned blouse and measured at the grimace the female reporter at her right put on as she took place next to her the stench she must wear. And in some messed up way she wore that all with a confidence that put any other woman to shame. Even her. Even Medusa, who had put up hours to master her outfit for this so important conference. A conference that hold the fate of her nation at stake and somehow Susan Storm Fucking Katzenberg Richards had turned all that into some kind of fleapit.

An anger rose in the redhead that she just knew was fatal to let loose. She had to be careful now. Had to put Sue in place again with some well measured and graceful words. Turn the tables against one more time.

But it was as futile to calm her down right now as a try to bring back some sense into the rampaging Hulk, while demanding of him to sit down and be just quiet because nobody cares who he wants to crush.

Medusa was in a fury. Her hair spread and waved like a pit of pissed of snakes. Her fists clenched so hard, that everyone in the first rows could hear the crackings of her finger bones while her knuckles turned white beneath the brute strength Medusa clenched her fists.

“How dare you?!” she hissed. Sounding like her Gorgone Counterpart as never before.

“My people are dying there. OUR! people are fighting a **** war at the losing end. Tony Stark, my sister and Yes even my husband had been injured so far. Gorgon and Triton are missing and based on the kind of our aggressors, who simply do not take prisoners, they are pretty sure dead! And you…. YOU…” the table top of her desk she had been sit it state so far began to crack beneath the pressure of the Inhuman onslaught.

She had messed it up big way and Medusa just knew it for sure. Get a grip again! Your people are counting on you. You have the responsibility to stand in for them and fight a war at a frontier they can`t. Get a fucking grip of yourself!

Medusa raised from her chair bent over and put her fists on the table which rasped in protest but gladly gave not in. She looked through the still waving strands of her red mane into the lines of reporters in front of her. Some pale in fear, others bathing her in a sea of flashlights again.

“Dear Ladies and Gentleman. I am really sorry but I will not stain the fate of my people by letting this conference turn into some cheap afternoon talk show.” she raised her voice again, just slowly forcing the composure back into it.

“I am pretty sure, that you all have learned about some important facts to report about.” Shit, even she heard the ambiguity in these words “... depending the war.” the queen added

“I will gladly see you all tomorrow at 9 am. Hopefully with some good news. I thank you all and goodbye.”

Then the queen simply turned around, not without throwing one final glare at Sue. While the mob of reporters raised from their seats and calling out hundreds of unanswered questions.

Susan moved through the throng of reporters using her powers, as she followed Medusa. The men and women journalists noticed the Invisible Woman, pushing them aside, and began to clear a path. Sue was able to find her way in front of Medusa, and she stopped the red-haired woman. She held out her hands, and hugged Medusa, as cameras flashed. "I'm sorry," Susan said aloud, "you're right, there are more important things going on than what was talked about in this room," her hands were on Medusa's shoulders. The cameras flashed, getting a glimpse of the friends trying to make up.

Medusa felt Sue's hot breath on her neck, as the blonde leaned in. The stench was putrid. What had she just had in her mouth? Medusa cringed at the smell, but hugged her new frenemy back, making nice for the cameras. "Thank you Susan, I hope you can help me?"

There was loud speaking and numerous people were asking questions, which Medusa's handlers began to answer for her, while Medusa was still in the grasp of Sue. No one could hear much of what was said. The Invisible Woman whispered in the Inhuman's ear, "I sure can...I got all Nick's friends laid, why not one of my own?" She pursed her lips and puffed some air onto the red-heads lips, "That's Nick's dick right there honey!" With that, Sue walked past Medusa and waved for cameras.

After the conference a reported from the Inquirer walked up to Sue who was collecting her things, noting how unkempt she looked, like she had spent the night getting hammered. "Did you state that you are Mrs. Katzenberg? Are you married to Nick Katzenberg?"

Sue looked over to Nick, "Why no, I am not married to him," there was a pause as Sue stared at Nick checking for a reaction, then she turned to the reporter, "I think you heard what you wanted to hear. I was merely correcting the 'Queen'", Sue said the last word mockingly.

The reporter from the Inquirer held up a microphone as the pair walked away, "So are any of Flash Thompson's allegations true? About what he saw?"

Sue looked back quickly, "Flash, as he calls himself is nothing but a small dicked pervert, and the only thing he saw was my panties that he stole? Ask HIM what he did with those?"

3 days later, Day 27 of the Invasion

“You gotta be kidding me!” her delicate fingers were shaking in disbelief and horror while they were holding the little mountain of papers in her hands. Some of her once perfect manicured nails were split and broken in the last few days of **** battles versus the merciless invaders. Today she had to watch as Tony Stark was finally overthrown by swarm of countless flying brood drones. Iron Man was one of the mightiest protectors of the defending forces in the last weeks. His armor a weapon of pure technologie without any superhuman enforcements at all. But even he, genius and master of several mighty empowered weapons, was just a human and had to reach his limits sooner or later.

He was somehow rescued by a tactical squad of unmanned armors. But damn did his own looked messed up. Large parts of it were simply gone and Medusa was not sure at all, if that wasn't the fact for Tony's body also.

Warmachine and some strange armored warrior called Firepower jumped in and could bomb a much needed aisle in the onslaught of the invaders, so they had to regroup and gave the defending forces a chance to fortify their stand. But their position was **** for sure and as Medusa get the message from headquarters, that they got the call from the Invisible Woman for much needed reinforcements, a tiny glimpse of hope started to gleam in her mist of screams of pain and dying breaths.

So she returned to her palace. Still wearing her purple battlesuit, torn and sprayed by blood of her own men and the enemies.

Susan had waited for her arrival at the conference room, where they had debated in private three days ago. At her side was Janet van Dyne in some version of her wasp costume, Medusa had never seen before. It was white, for the most parts that were existing at least. Her left leg was bare and the white spandex was barely able to cover her crotch. Blue knee high boots with skyscraper heels of course. Large parts of her front lay open also and some blue and white stripes barely covered her cleavage. Something about them was odd. They were a mix of white and blue and in the whole looked like a W for Wasp of course. But if you tried to read them on its own the looked more like a V and a U. But VU? That makes no sense at all.

Medusa waived these thoughts goodbye, as she recognized the 2 other persons at Susans side. Nick Katzenberg of course. After all she knew he made the first steps to kick in the negotiations Susan had established in the last few days. And of course he looked like shit in his shady trench coat and barely able to hold his fat belly trousers. Damn he did not even closed his zipper and were his huge lips and chin shining in some secret or was it just his natural… She did not want to know at all. The stench alone would have turned her stomach if she hadn't smelled worse at the frontlines. Did he had HAD Sue just a few moments ago?

And then there was the Black Cat in some costume that looked also a little familiar to her new one, she wore a while ago. The deep cut between her breasts reached even below her impressive sixpack and the navel, right down to her pelvis. Was there a slight string of white hair at the bottom, are these scratches in her smooth skin? And why does the cleavage looked like a V to her?

But all of that was not of any kind of belong for Medusa at all right now. Susan hold the clue to a possible rescue of the Inhuman empire in her hands. The contract that would grant them reinforcements in numbers that could handle the broods forces. The Invisible Woman had managed in some way that Moleman would sent his folk to battle a war, none of his own at least so far. No one could really say, what the brood would do, after they could claim the moon on their own, but it is fairly improbable that they would stop after that. Of course everyone on earth feared of good reason for them to turn their attention at their real target soon after they owned the single moon of earth.

But it was most unlikely that the single minded moleman or his people would bother about something that was not indeed invading through their tunnels right now. So Medusa had of course doubts that Susan and Nick would keep up, what they had been promising 3 days ago. But here they were. And there it was. The contract that would save her people and, without Medusa recognizing it at first, seal her doom.

“§346 chpt 3. The rightful ruler of the Inhumans Queen Medusalith Amaquelin Boltagon would be liable for the casualties of the Molepeople with her mind, soul and body.”