Sue Storm Can't Take It Any Longer...She Has To Taste It

"...want a taste don't you, Invisible Slut? But you can't wait to wrap your lips around my fat fucking manmeat..."

Sue Storm grabbed her thigh and pressed a thumb into the wound. Pain lanced through her wounded limb—but it drowned out his words and cut through some of the heady influence of his musk. Her blue eyes, bright with pain, focused on that nasty snout.

Porkum's tirade of sexual fantasies was cut off as an invisible apple appeared in his mouth, pinning his tongue to the floor of his maw and painfully stretching his jaw open. He scrabbled at his mouth, unable to dislodge the invisible obstacle—and Sue Storm grinned, even as blood oozed around her thumb.

With an effort of will, the invisible shield around her expanded. Porkum found himself pushed back, along with a mountain of clutter on the floor. His dick was dragged from between Sue Storm's thighs, which eased the distracting frottage, at least a little. The Invisible Woman was still in pain, breathing heavily, and wasn't thinking straight...but at least she had a little room to breathe.

"You're...a lot more dangerous...than I thought," she huffed, gulping in air as she leaned against the wall. Keeping her thumb jabbed into her wound. Her eye fell down toward Porkum's imprisoned prick. "And that...is very...very...dangerous."

The invisible circle of **** on the base of Porkum's cock contracted a little. The whole rigid length shuddered, turning a deeper shade of purple, and a white glob of pure, undiluted jizz bubbled out of the tip.

On impulse, Sue Storm caught it in an invisible champagne glass. Porkum watched, unable to speak, as a dollop of his jizz seemed to float in the air toward the beautiful blonde heroine with the pain-bright blue eyes. She examined it with naked curiosity. The thickness. The structure. Like jelly. Thicker even than the cream in the bonbons. She couldn't guess how many millions of sperm must be in each drop.

Gently, she brought the container to her nostrils and gave a tentative sniff. Immediately, her pussy squelched, contracting and squeezing, dripping liquid heat down the legs of her suit. Nipples achingly stiff, and her mouth salivating.

"Very...dangerous..." Sue said as she grabbed the invisible glass and brought it to her lips. Tilted it back and let the liquid heat slide like pudding into her mouth. Coating her tongue. Impossibly bitter, with a hit of ammonia like an overripe cheese. It felt wrong on her tongue, like a living thing.

She swallowed and felt the slimy trail ooze down her esophagus.

Licked her lips.

"I think I need more of that," Sue said. "But I don't need...the rest of you."

For the first time since Sue Storm had entered his lair, Porkum felt a cold chill of fear ripple down his spine. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to be fawning over his cock, like the superbitches in his own universe. Sue Storm shouldn't be able to resist the sheer concentrated pheromones that she'd just ingested, that permeated the very air.

Except she wasn't resisting it. Her mind, more intelligent and disciplined than the superheroines Porkum was used to, was working in a very different way. And as she held the invisible champagne glass under his prick to catch more of his drooling jizz, a plan had formed in her mind.