Porkum Prepares To Fuck Sue Storm's Ass

High as she was on Porkum's secretions, the chemicals committing biological warfare against her braincells, Sue Storm was only vaguely aware when the huge pig-man-mutant dropped onto all fours behind her. So lost was she in the sensations of her own body, with the aching need inside her dripping cunny, that she was lost in excitement as his snout snuffled against her buttocks. His great pink tongue lapped out and touched her hot twat. Cheek pressed to the floor, Sue's eyes rolled in their sockets as she felt the huge, strong muscle rub over her entire cunt—

—and then press and hover against her asshole.

Sue Storm's eyes opened. For a moment, panic shot through her. Then Porkum's hands clamped around her thighs, to prevent the heroine from escaping him. The small, dark eyes were focused on the small of the heroine's back as his long, pink tongue swirled and pushed relentlessly against her virgin pucker.

Reed Richards had never delved that particular depth. Nor had Sue ever really explored that aspect of her sexuality. Anal sex was something she had grown up thinking of as dirty, the kind of thing associated with pornstars and perverts. For Porkum, however, the assholes of superheroines were a delicacy. His balls brushed against the floor as he focused all of his attention on that sweaty little orifice that Sue Storm instinctively cinched tight.

The Invisible Woman mewled and clawed at the floor. The pressure against her anus was constant, the hot, wet tongue a constant cockscrew against her sphincter. She whimpered and squeezed with all her strength—yet under the light of the defraudium gem, all of her muscles felt drained of strength. It was a losing battle before she even started, and Sue Storm cried out in shame as, for the first time in her life, a warm, wet living thing squirmed into her back passage. The ring of muscle burned as she instinctively tried to push out the invader, but she simply didn't have the strength.

The mutant pig-man's tongue slid deeper and deeper into Sue Storm's colon. Slowly, surely, her sphincter gave way. The muscles loosened up more and more—and the sensation of embarrassment, of biological panic, gave way against new feelings. Something she had never felt before. Her whole body seemed focused on her asshole as Porkum's tongue swirled so deep inside of her, the burn of penetration replaced by an almost irresistible heat, more intense than pleasurable. Yet she quivered in his grasp. Her panting cries died down and became a soft, steady moan as he **** her asshole wide and wider.

Minutes ticked by. Perhaps hours. Sue Storm lost all track of time. By the point when Porkum judged her ready, Sue was utterly limp. Her chest pushed against the floor, her body was sluggish, her brain entirely focused on her asshole as the one point in her body that Porkum lavished with his attentions.

When he pulled his tongue out, the heroine's asshole gaped, pink and clean, and she let out an animal sound like a cat in heat.

Then Porkum grabbed one sweaty ass cheek and with his free hand guided the tip of his cock into her waiting hole.