Sue Can't Help But Touch Herself

He was dangerous. So very, very dangerous. Not in the way Galactus or Doctor Doom was; not a physical threat in the sense that he could end her life. Sue Storm was pretty sure she could kill Porkum from here with her powers, with barely a thought.

No, Porkum was an existential threat in the sense that his very being tempted her beyond her ability to control.

It didn't matter that she knew it was his pheromones working on her anatomy. Intellectually realizing the problem didn't make it go away. It wasn't a matter of willpower, either. Sue's body was hot, feverish. Her pussy was leaking in a way she had never felt in her life, nipples hard, clit aching for attention. She found herself rubbing her ass back and forth on the seat, thighs tensing, unable to take her eyes off the massive, monstrous manmeat.

She bit her lip. The pain had helped her, when she had captured him. Yet her body was in such an excited state, Sue could barely feel it. The more she watched, the hotter she got, the more she contemplated the unthinkable.

To go down there and indulge herself. Impale herself on that prick. Throw away her marriage, her heroism, her life just for sexual relief—

"No," Sue Storm said, blinking rapidly. "No no no, I can't, I won't—"

Her left hand slipped through the waistband of her pants. Two fingers slipped in with no difficulty, and her cunny squeezed on the welcome intrusion. Her right hand found her mouth, and she sucked on her fingers, lost in a haze of sexual desire as Porkum grunted and began to erupt, endless sticky ropes of his thick, nasty jizz spent wastefully on the floor.

She wanted to go down there and lick it up. Wanted to roll around in it naked and let it cover her. Open her mouth and scrape the spent jizz and smegma off of his inhuman prick in an act of defilement and sexual submission she had never done for her husband, whom she insisted always keep his cock washed and clean before it went anywhere near her.

Sue Storm moaned, as her fingers began to plunge in and out, faster and faster. It wasn't enough. She needed more—so much more—anything to keep her from going down there and doing what her body really wanted her to do.

In moments she was naked, leaning back on the chair. An invisible pool, smooth and rounded at the tip, the size and length of her husband's unstretched cock, slid into her pussy with frictionless east. The Invisible Woman, sweating and shivering, eyes burning as though with fever, rubbed her clit in tight little circles as it began to pump in and out of her.

It helped. Barely, but it helped. She watched Porkum's effortless ejaculation continue, those monstrous balls generating billions of sperm. He had found the food dispenser and was receiving a basic meal. Like an animal, he scattered crumbs over his swollen stomach as he ate and jerked off at the same time. It should have been the most disgusting thing Sue had ever seen. Instead her clenched toes scraped against the floor as she felt her excitement rise within her.

She needed to cum. Hard. Now.