Porkum Pulls Off Her Air Hose And Cums In Her Helmet

The encounter suit contained a small, backpack-like affair, with a hose that led up to the helmet. One swift tug, with superhuman strength, nearly snapped the Invisible Woman's neck. Immediately, the flow of clean air failed. Porkum's scent filled her helmet. Made it hard to think.

Something struck her wounded leg, and Sue Storm went down. She flailed, but something held her helmet in an iron grip. Nails seemed to stab straight into her brain as she attempted to form a **** field around her, to throw off her attacker. Sue couldn't see the gleam of the defraudium crystal that hung on a gold chain about Porkum's neck that drained her powers.

Then she heard it. A weird noise, unfamiliar, that filled her helmet. The air grew close—and then, to her horror, Sue felt something poke against the back of her head. Inside the helmet. Right where the neck met the scalp. Something wet and warm pressed there.

Something wet and warm trickled down the back of her neck. Body-hot, thick as gravy.

Porkum grunted as his immense prick throbbed. Sue Storm struggled vainly in his grip as his cock, the soft, flexible tip pressed into the now-vacant hole in the helmet. A part of him wished he could see her face as the hot spunk slowly filled her helmet. As it oozed, hot and thick, down around the underside of her jaw. Up her chin. Until it brushed against her lower lip. As the smell filled her head, his own personal blend of biochemicals having their way with her brain.

Sue Storm sucked in her lips as the warm jizz filled the bottom of her helmet. It seemed impossible that any human being could cum that much—except she knew that Porkum wasn't entirely human. He was a mutant, and as the hot liquid overflowed her lips, Sue realized that unless she did something soon, she was going to drown in disgusting pig-man cum.

"C'mon, babe," Porkum said as his immense testicles lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped. "Open up. Just a sip. You've gotta do it...it's that or drown..."

Sue Storm couldn't hear him. Hot jizz filled her ears. She lifted her head to tilt her helmet up, raise her nostrils as far from the rising tide of mutant semen as she could—but it was only a temporary solution. Porkum continued to grunt as the sticky level of viscous babybatter rose and rose...