Reed Richards Has Reformed the Illuminati

Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm had taken Franklin and Valeria into hiding. Reed Richards went his own way. To a forgotten building, not officially connected to any of the Fantastic Four's systems or accounts. To a metal table where Mister Fantastic had made terrible decisions—and had hoped never to come again.

From memory, he tapped in the codes. Hidden signals went out...and, one by one, holographic representations appeared.

Black Bolt of the Inhumans. His face in shadow, stoic and silent.

Tony Stark, Iron Man. His armored visor was lifted, but his face was open, curious.

Charles Xavier, Professor X, of the X-Men and mutant diaspora. The Cerebro helmet seemed to engulf his head, hiding his eyes.

T'Challa, the Black Panther, of Wakanda. He did not wear his mask, and there was some sort of furred cloak hanging off one shoulder, mantle of teeth about his neck. Obviously he had come from some official function.

Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. Eyes haggard, as if he had stared too long at horror, but he was freshly-shaven and alert.

And Namor, king of Atlantis. Water dripped from his half-naked body, and he glowered at Reed with undisguised contempt.

"Richards," the Atlantean began. "What is the meaning of this? We agreed—"

"Sue Storm has been corrupted by an interdimensional sexual predator named Porkum," Reed Richards cut him off. "He's working with Doctor Doom. They've taken the Baxter Building."

Mister Fantastic explained, his voice tired, strained—and the men saw his unkempt appearance, the wild eyes, heard the cold, clinical recitation of how he had found his wife impaled on Porkum's prick—and as he spoke, Richards transferred files that highlighted his plight. The doombots in the Baxter Building. Locked out of the Baxter Building's systems. His financial accounts. The heightened pheromone levels in the air. The extradimensional radioactive isotope.

"This is...disturbing," Iron Man said first. "Pepper Potts left to meet Sue Storm at the Baxter Building tonight!"

"I just did a telepathic scan of the Baxter Building," Professor X said. "There are multiple women there. Not just Sue Storm, Porkum, and Pepper Potts—She-Hulk, Mockingbird, Spider-Woman, Maria Hill, the Wasp—and I'm picking up strong emotions of love and lust. This Porkum's powers are already strongly influencing all of them."

"Damn you, Richards," Namor hissed. "This would not have happened if you treated your wife like you should have."

"You're right," Mister Fantastic collapsed into his chair. Head in his hands. "This is my fault. All my fault."

"Not entirely," Doctor Strange spoke. "There is mystic interference. Doom has been weaving spells, clouding this Porkum's extradimensional presence from my senses. The two of them must have been at work together for weeks, perhaps months. This is a plot long in coming...and, apparently, about to expand. The question is, what do we do about it?"

Black Bolt placed his left palm flat, and smashed his right fist down into it.

"Doom would anticipate a direct strike," Black Panther noted. "He knows Richards has friends, allies he can turn to. This sexual attack on our women is unanticipated, and why it has been so successful. Our response must be equally unanticipated."

"What do you have in mind?" Namor said.