Sue Warns Captain Marvel To Knock Porkum Out Now

"Carol! Knock him out! Don't hold back! He controls women!"

The words ripped from Sue Storm's throat with desperation. Every ounce of will she possessed was dedicated to resisting the craving of her body. The **** heat that flared from her needy, dripping cunt and filled her body with a feverish need for which there was only one cure.

Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, did not hesitate. Such was her trust in the Invisible Woman, that even beneath the sickly glow of the defraudium gem, she staggered forward and put all of her waning strength into a blow. Porkum tried to duck, and the fist crunched against the side of his thick skull. A blow that, in any other circumstances, would have sent her fist through his skull barely rattled his brains.

The obese mutant collapsed, breathing heavy...and then slowly...chest rising and falling, eyes closed.

****. Perhaps comatose.

Captain Marvel fell to her knees as the cosmic strength left her. She collapsed forward, and Sue saw the red flush that spread across her cheeks. Almost at once, both blondes saw the one part of Porkum that was definitely awake: the towering two-foot long prick that jutted up from his crotch.

Together, they reached for it. Carol tore at her clothes, higher brain overwhelmed by Porkum's pheromones, eager to get at that man-meat. Sue, aroused almost beyond conscious thought, helped her, retaining just enough sense to toss the discarded uniform over the defraudium gem, weaking its strange radiation. Together, their mouths found the dribbling foreskin. With their teeth, they peeled it back, revealing the sensitive, spongy almost purple tip, which leaked a virile white goo. The two women attacked it with an unnatural lust.

Above that spurting tower of fuck, the blondes lips met. They swapped more than spit. The essence of Porkum's being, hot and salty, swirled between their tongues, and as the women wrapped themselves around that priapic prick, pussies and breasts sliding against that hard, hot meat, their arms and legs wrapped around each other as well. They moved, at first hesitantly, and then with increasing coordination as they found their rhythm, eyes closed as they lost themselves in the moment. What could have been an arduous sexual **** became something else, something that altered both women. The pheromones, designed to lower inhibitions and increase love and affection for Porkum, now created unexpected bridges.

The pig-man was merely the means that brought the two powerful women together, that drove them to the height of ecstasy. The common **** that bound their destinies.

When at last their frenzied gyrations reached a fever pitch, when both women reached that point of no return, they clung to each other as if each was a lifeline, their fingers digging into their flesh, lips locked, and their hearts pressed against the spurting fountain of cum as it painted their chins white and they screamed their love through that one, intense kiss.

The **** of the climax finally broke the kiss. They opened their eyes and looked at each other. Something like sanity came back to both women, even though the mutant pheromones made their raw and aching cunnies burn for another round. Without the defraudium gem, its baleful raised momentarily blocked, their strength and powers had returned, and each could feel it.

"What do we do now?" Captain Marvel asked.

"About Porkum?" Sue asked. "Or us?"