Malice Insists They Stay Inside The Baxter Building

"I am a married woman, Mr. Po...Porky," Malice said. She held up her left hand to emphasize the ring. "But I see no reason why we can't get to know each other better right here. H.E.R.B.I.E.? Please bring some wine for our guest. And I'll have a glass of milk to go with these chocolates."

The blonde indicated the Fantastic Four's main dining table, a slab of blue crystal that looked like it had come from another dimension—because it had. Ben Grimm's seat was reinforced and wide enough to accommodate the mutant's enormous ass. He smiled and took his seat, Sue Storm at his right. This wasn't quite his plan, but Porkum was adaptable...and the longer the Invisible Woman was subject to his pheromones, the more pliable she was likely to become.

"So," Malice said, leaning forward to show off some of her cleavage. "Where do you come from, Porky?"

"Oh, I'm a refugee from a parallel dimension," he said. "Ended up here by accident a little while ago. Been trying to adjust, find my way. Start a business. The American dream, you know?"

Malice's wounded thigh itched. She thought of the portal in Central Park, the radioactive bullet. Could Porkum be related to that?

"Yes, you're quite the chocolatier. Your bonbons are delicious. Life-altering. What is your secret?" she asked, and beneath the table her left hand found his knee. Porkum took this as a good sign.

"All natural ingredients!" he said, with a smug smile. "Locally sourced. A, ah, unique product from my world that I brought with me."

The blonde grinned. Without taking her hand off his knee, she bit into another bonbon. The creamy center was thick as jelly, with an odd aftertaste. A carnal warmth seemed to flood her loins. Something about Porkum's presence was arousing her. That felt...unnatural.

Malice took a sip of milk. Porkum took a sip of wine.

"From a parallel earth," Malice said lightly. "All by yourself? Why, you must be quite lonely."

Her hand traveled up his thigh and encountered the bulge. It was soft. Thick. And definitely not thigh muscle. Her eyes widened as her fingers traced its girth...and then its length...

"Quite," Porkum said, licking wine from his snout. "It's why I've sought out your company. A beautiful woman can...ease the pain."

Malice's lips pursed. She stared into Porkum's small, dark eyes. Beneath her hand, the enormous cock throbbed. It was time, she decided, to either get her answers directly or to take this to another level.