No One Human Can Resist

In an underground bunker Professor Xavier sat in his wheelchair, Cerebro on his head. Around the room, legs crossed in poses of meditation, sat women in colorful costumes, their names already legends: Emma Frost, Jean Grey, Psylocke, the Cuckoos, and Rachel Summers. The telepaths were linked by streamers of psychic energy, forming a network. Mutants. Homo superior. At least a few of them had managed a temporary reprieve from the lust that enveloped the entire world.

Mostly.

Moira MacTaggart was on her knees, face buried in Xavier's crotch, head bobbing up and down as she slurped and sucked noisily at his cock. Other X-Men stood inside the protective barrier, ignoring the ongoing fellatio. The telepaths were dumping some of the other's lust into her; she was a sacrifice to keep the rest of them safe. For the moment.

"Any other signs of resistance?" Cyclops asked.

"There is a group of androids in New Jersey," Hank McCoy said from the communications terminal. "The Vision, Jocasta, the Machine Man. They and other machine intelligences do not seem to be directly affected by the Global Libido Event."

"The Inhumans have established contact from New Attilan. Black Bolt has taken the city to the upper edges of the atmosphere, where the effect is weak enough for their psychics and libido suppressants to control things," Sage added from another console.

"The Eternals have formed the Uni-Mind," Xavier intoned. "I can feel them. Their power is vast, and the abandonment of bodily form has limited their sexual desires."

"Asgard is but lightly tied to this world, its hold on them is not as strong," Dani Moonstar added, a raven perched on her shoulder. "But Odin says that Thor is greatly affected. His tie to Midgard is stronger, because he is the son of Gaia."

"Gaia," Jean, Emma, Rachel, and Psylocke said at once. "Gaia is under sexual ****."

Laura Kinney, the Wolverine, slid her claws in and out, stalking back and forth.

"So how do we help her? How do we stop the Earth from being ****?" she growled. Even with the psychic shield from the telepaths, the smell of MacTaggart's pussy was stirring her super-sensitive smell. It was all she could do to fight the slow build of heat inside her body as it prepared to mate.

"We gather our allies and plan a careful ****," Cyclops said. "Whoever is doing this has tremendous power. We get one shot at this. We cannot afford to go in blind."

In Hel, a portal opened. Doctor Doom stepped through. A table had been set, of black glass that seemed grown from the earthen floor, and seated at it were a pantheon of dark figures. Hela stood in her Asgardian finery, beautiful body draped in greens, eyes hidden by a mask, the horn-like projections of her headpiece framing her face; she nodded to Doom. Beside her stood tall, muscular Pluto, the Greco-Roman god dressed in blue-black armor, face somber but staring openly. To his left was a red figure with wild hair wrapped in a scarlet cape; Doom and Mephisto recognized one another of old, and a smile played at the devil's lips. Next to him was Daimon Hellstrom, bare-chested to show the inverted pentegram branded on his chest, ginger hair moving on its own. The figure beside him was hulking, inhuman, combining features of human, ape, demon, and lizard, with a monstrous maw in his gut; Doom recognized Sattanish

Five lords of the underworld.

"You," Mephisto said, "were not invited."

"No," Doom agreed. "But you need my assitance. Time is of the essence, and I have information you require. I know who is behind the events on Earth, and only with my help can you stop them."

Sattanish snorted. "We need no help from you, mortal. In truth, I don't know we need to do anything at all. Let them fuck and **** to their heart's content. The more sinners to swell our realm with souls."

"At this rate, Earth will become a world without sin. A world of free love. No guilt. No animosity. No sexual deviation considered out of bounds. Within a generation, your realm would starve," Daimon Hellstrom observed.

"Hmph!" Sattanish folded his arms across his chest.

"I have a plan," Doom said. "Lend me your aid, and I will end this threat."

In Gaia's realm, Porkum's balls pulsed against the goddess' chin. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a flood of cosmically-enhanced seed flowed inside her. A wet trickle ran down from her pussy...and through several layers of reality, the seed burrowed towards the Earth that was her womb, to birth monsters.