To Fuck Gaia, the Elder Goddess of Earth

In Hank Pym's bedroom, Janet van Dyne played an idle finger on her ex-husband's chest. Just like when they were married, a swift roll in the hay, and he was out like a light. She sighed, her pussy feeling empty despite the watery spunk he'd splashed inside a pussy that now craved a larger, more manly cock. Without awakening him, she slipped out of bed, and used the biological sample he'd just given her to pass the genescan that locked one of his most secret research caches...one of the ones he thought Jan didn't know about.

Sue Storm's hand stroked Reed Richards from behind. It was the most action that Mister Fantastic had seen in weeks, and at the feel of her warm, strong hand on his quivering prick, he was instantly hard. A few **** moments of action later, his seed burst into an invisible bulb that clamped around the head of his cock. The Invisible Woman smiled and cooed into his ear, kissed the back of his neck as she milked the last few drops into the container. The leader of the Fantastic Four wouldn't immediately drop off to sleep...but Sue could wait.

Reed's biometric lock accepted his splooge easily.

The Illuminati had been, from Sue Storm's perspective, Reed Richard's little boy's club. One of those things he thought he kept secret from her. Hank Pym was this reality's scientist supreme, and was worse about keeping secrets from his ex-wife Janet van Dyne than he was at avoiding affairs. Both geniuses had delved deep into the dark sciences. While neither wished to believe in magic—they preferred to characterize it in terms of physics and psionics—they had nevertheless researched it extensively.

Which is how, relatively quickly, Porkum's super-sluts brought him what he needed.

The Soul Gem didn't look like much. A tiny green gem, ovoid, featureless. Yet when he held it in his palm, Porkum felt a—he couldn't really describe it. A hunger. Relentless. Eternal. Like a void that called out to him. It made even his massive testicles rise a little. That brough the hair up on his spine. His dark eyes narrowed, and the green gem began to glow with a baleful light. It felt like a staring contest with the abyss—and Porkum brought up all his reserves of will, of inner strength. Not morality, for he was devoid of anything like virtue, but there were sins that Porkum had cultivated just as black saints sought strength in evil. A wave of lust, of a need to dominate, pride and wrath rose in him...and slowly, the light dimmed.

With a grunt, Porkum set the infinity gem in his navel.

Now the other part.

It wasn't a ritual, exactly. Hank Pym had been examining the mathematical calculations of summoning matrices in old grimoires. Strictly as an academic exercise. Porkum, for his part, didn't care how it worked as Janet and Sue set up the electric pentacle. A green spark glinted in his eye as they shied back, and Porkum stabbed a button on the laptop, running a program that shouldn't be possible. The lights flickered and dimmed, the pentacle brightened as the wiring in the pork packing plant struggled to draw enough power.

Then the center of the pentacle was no longer empty. A feminine figure stood there. Tall, stately, swatched in a kind of green mantle and her own ankle-length black hair. She stood ten feet tall, with wide hips and pendulous breasts, but where her stomach should have been, a globe, giving the distinct impression of a gravid stomach.

Gaia. The Elder Goddess. Very personification of this Earth itself.

Porkum was hard immediately. His massive erection rose with unnatural vigor. Gaia's eyes widened, immediately aware of what he intended. She held out a hand in a warding gesture—and then looked confused.

On either side of her, the Invisible Woman and the Wasp held head-sized chunks of glowing yellow crystal. The Defraudium made them shake, utterly powerless beneath their radiations...but so too, the strange radiations of the alien element interfered with the powers of the most female of deities.

Porkum stepped over the pentacle and grabbed her arms. Gaia did not beg, or threaten. There was a terrible, quiet dignity there, and though she sank to her knees before him, so that the immense cock smeared her face with precum, the goddess did not surrender.

Green lights burned in the depths of Porkum's eyes. He didn't try to **** her. Simply held her wrists and let his pheromones do their work. Whatever divine biology she possessed, the combination of alien energies and the cosmic backing of the Soul Gem rendered her, at least temporarily, no more resistant to his power than a normal woman.

Sue Storm and Janet van Dyne fell to their knees, shivering with weakness and lust. Their mouths were open, drooling at the sight of the inhuman prick. Wishing they could be where Gaia was. That they would experience what she was about to.

For herself, the goddess could feel the strange desires work within her. She twisted her face away, but Porkum's cock was always there, in her face, the smell so strong that she couldn't avoid it...and between her legs, the goddess of Earth itself felt herself grow wet.