Before Porkum Can Use The Psycho-Prism, He Is Interrupted!

"Stop right there!"

Porkum stood at the entrance of the great gem. With exaggerated care, he turned around, his great pink hands raised.

Two armored figures with distinctly feminine outlines hovered silently in mid-air, energy weapons in their palms glowing. Porkum, unfamiliar with the heroines of this marvelous universe, so he did not recognize the 18-year-old engineering genius Shiri Williams in her Ironheart armor, or the somewhat older Pepper Potts in her Rescue armor. The woman in the vibranium-laced Black Panther uniform holding a spear ready to pierce Porkum's heart was Shuri, the sister of T'Challa. Hovering near the back, wearing full-face masks, were the mutants Sage and Destiny.

Oddly, Porkum didn't seem perturbed. His eyebrows rose and waggled cartoonishly.

"What can I do for you ladies?" he said, then with an effort of will, his cock rose, two feet of massive prick that immediately began to drip thick white goo.

"Step away from the Psycho-Prism!" Destiny ordered. "You do not know the consequences of your actions!"

None of the women showed any effect despite the burst of heavy pheromones that Porkum was releasing. He grunted. The masks must be effectively filtering out his biochemical output. And they knew to be here, when even he didn't know about this place until Sue Storm told him about it.

"Precognitive?" he said, as he put the pieces together. "Looked into the future, huh? What happens if I walk in there?"

"The Psycho-Prism is not optimized for your abilities," Destiny said, drawing herself up. She had on a full-face gold mask without eye holes. Her voice sounded sometimes ancient, sometimes young. "Humanity would be reduced to a single, mindless, undirected orgy. Most of them would die within hours. The species nears extinction within a day."

Porkum nodded. He lowered an arm carefully to scratch his balls.

"That's bad, all right. But some of you ladies look pretty...technical. Smart. Think you could fix this thing?" he asked.

"You will never find out!" the Black Panther said, and she stepped forward carefully, spear raised. "You are coming with us, so we can fix this world."

The spear was three inches from Porkum's chest when it hit an invisible barrier.

Immediately, Ironheart and Rescue unleashed their repulsor rays. They did not see what ripped off their helmets. What shredded the masks of Shuri, Sage, and Destiny. The Invisible Woman, who had disappeared the moment before the other women had seen her, protected her man and exposed his enemies to his overpowering biochemical warfare.

Within moments, the five women fell to the floor gasping, eyes dilating, bodies heated up. Ironheart and Safety's crotch plates retracted, their overheated genitals dripping onto the crosswalk. Sage and Destiny collapsed, mouths gasping for air like fish out of water.

Shuri was on one knee. Her spear wobbled. Sweat raced down her face. All of her will focused on fighting her body's urges.

Porkum's cock smacked the spear aside. The floppy, sticky, stinking glans of his immense cock pushed into her face. The Invisible Woman's **** fields held her in place, unable to run, to use any of the Wakandan technological tricks hidden in her suit. She opened her mouth to bite...and found, to her dismay, her lips and jaw swallowing the first spongy inches.

The mutant pig-man walked forward. Slowly. An inch at a time. Her brown eyes shifted from rage and defiance to despair...and as her throat bulged and she gasped for air around his dick, to something like lust. Love. Adoration. Worship.

By the time Porkum's balls brushed her chin, she was his. No more than a brown-skinned sleeve for the cock of her conqueror.

"Alright, Super Smart Slut Squad," Porkum said. "We're going to work in shifts. Four of you fix that thing so it works for me, while I'm wrecking the other bitch's holes. Invisible Woman supervises."

They nodded. Sue Storm faded into view behind Porkum, hugging him from behind.

"Thanks for the assist, babe," he grunted. His cock bulged, and for a moment Shuri's jaw detached. Hot cum filled her stomach to bursting, and her abdomen began to distend at the sheer volume of seed. Froth dribbled out of the corner of Shuri's mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head, the most intense climax of her life blotting out conscious thought. The other women crawled towards him, ready to serve.