Porkum Gives In First

Behind the invisible barrier, Porkum's massive balls heaved. A steady stream of hot, fresh white jizz built up right at the end of Sue Storm's invisible straw. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked it up and slurped it down, her brain overwhelmed by the biochemical warfare that was Porkum's pheromone emissions. She tasted the tangy, salty, bitter seed and felt the slimy lump of it slide down her throat to her stomach, and went back for more.

There was always more.

Porkum's mutations had quite literally built him for sex. His testicles operated continuously and at volume; his refractory period after ejaculation was basically nonexistent. As long as there were sufficient nutrients in his body, he could and would make sperm—it was part of the reason for his debauched lifestyle. Going without ejaculation for even a single day would lead to debilitating blue balls and unwilling emissions. He literally couldn't stop cumming, he could only hold off for a few hours at a time.

Not every woman reacted to Porkum's pheromones the same way. The heroines of his universe were utter sluts, constantly aching for sex, depraved in their own way as he was in theirs; willing receptacles to wring out as much jizz as their perverted brains wanted. Yet they all had a limit; his cock and cum didn't drive them insane.

Sue Storm, who had trapped Porkum's prick in an invisible vise, seemed...different. Oddly and narrowly focused.

She wanted his jizz. She needed his jizz. And she was getting his jizz, through the most direct means possible.

At first, Porkum figured that was a good thing. The more exposed this blonde goddess was, the more completely she would be in his power.

Except that wasn't happening. The invisible bond on his prick didn't ease up. Long minutes passed, mouthful after mouthful, and Porkum knew her stomach had to be filling up. Most women could manage maybe a pint or two of his jizz before they hit their limit. Any more than that and...

Sue pulled her head to the side and vomited. A stream of sticky white nastiness hit the floor. Then she turned hungrily back to the straw for more, now that she had made some space. Porkum felt a cold chill run down his spine. That...wasn't according to plan.

"Hey, stop," he said. "I surrender. That's enough, c'mon."

Sue Storm wasn't listening to him.