Make A Deal With Porkum

The package had a mailing address. Malice used Sue Storm's credentials to call up the blueprints for the building, satellite convenient. Almost unrecognizable in her new, skimpy costume, the former heroine stepped out into the night and planned her approach.

Sheer **** and intimidation were options, but Malice had another idea. The letters, the gifts—there was an attraction there. Porkum wanted something from Sue Storm. That meant there was room to negotiate a deal. Something...mutally beneficial.

At least, until Malice no longer needed him.

So as Malice stepped in front of the abandoned pork processing plant that house Porkum and his little enterprise, the villain let her invisible drop. So the world could see her stiff, pierced nipples press against the fabric of her skanty shirt. Her long legs stride forward with confidence, aided by an invisible brace on her wounded thigh. When she arrived at the door, she didn't stop.

Walls turned invisible. Locks tumbled open on invisible picks. As Malice strode forward, it was as though the world became as clear as crystal. Then clearer still. So that the whole inside of the warehouse became utterly transparent, and she saw Porkum, down in his filth-strewn lair, at the same time that he saw her.

Which was good. Malice wanted him to see her coming. Wanted to watch what he did as she manuevered around the invisible obstacles that only she could sense. Down the stairs, through a large, industrial kitchen that smelled of rich chocolate and pig-man cum.

Porkum did not reach for a weapon. He was naked, and Malice raised an eyebrow as she noticed the inhumanly long, flexible prick that dangled from beneath his swollen stomach, held in one hand to keep it from trailing on the floor. The immensely pig-man was built like a sumo wrestler, only barely taller than Malice herself yet nearly as wide at the shoulders, the thick gut promised immense strength and stamina. The dark eyes in the piggy face promised low cunning and intelligence.

The smell was what almost twisted Malice's lips into a sneer of disgust. There was a testosterone reek about Porkum that she could almost feel on her skin. Like crawling into a sock some horny teenager had used as a jizz rag.

As she drew nearer, Malice let more and more of the building return to visibility. It strained her powers to do such feats, and her boy was already weaker than she liked. She needed sleep...and more of Porkum's cum, to make sure that when she woke up she was still Malice.

"Susan Storm," Porkum grinned as he came forward to meet her, in the kitchen, which was now visible once again. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Those chocolates you sent," Malice said. "The...secret ingredient. I need more of that. On a regular, ongoing basis."

Porkum paused. His pig-like snout snuffled. A long pink tongue slid out of his tongue and licked the nostrils. His dark eyes seemed to evaluate her in a new light.

"You know what it is?" He asked.

"You sent me chocolates laced with your own cum," Malice said. She struck a pose, hands on her lips, weight on her good leg. Her masked face haughty and imperial. "But I want it direct and pure. For my own purposes. No more games. What do you want to supply me with your jizz regularly?"

Porkum's free hand reached down and scratched his immense testicles. There was a lurid gleam in his eye. Malice could feel his eyes run over her exposed flesh. There was approval there...and confusion.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Porkum said. "Maybe I need a show of good faith, before we start talking deals."

Malice raised an eyebrow. Porkum's musk was like a cloud that surrounded him. Maybe it was her exhausted body talking, but Malice could feel a strange knot of anticipation in her belly. Her nostrils flared as she drank in that disgusting, yet undeniably masculine scent. Strange carnal thoughts flit through her mind. All the dark desires Sue Storm would normally suppress, but Malice reviewed them one by one. It was clear that Porkum wanted a carnal favor of some sort. Horny as she was, Malice was almost willing to do that...as long as it was on her own terms.

"What did you have in mind?" Malice said, voice pitched low and sultry. A shiver went up Porkum's spine, and his little piggy ears stood up.

"You want my cum so bad?" Porkum said. "How 'bout you get down on your knees and suck out your first load?"