The Black Panther is the Invisible Woman's First Victim

T'Challa had no physical leverage. His body, the peak of human potential thanks to intensive training and the heart-shaped herb, was powerless without some way to use the muscles. The invisible **** that held him was implacable, indestructible. None of the tools in his costume were available without his hands, which were now pinned above his head.

Yet his mind—that was the real trap. He could feel it. The strange, terrible lust that enveloped him. Utterly unnatural. His heart tried to escape his control. The brown cock that jutted out from his body was impossible hard, flooded with blood, swollen to its maximum extent, and his testicles jumped uncontrollably as his body sought to produce even more semen, faster than normal. The Black Panther could feel the pressure build inside of him, at the base of his prick: a single, massive load, **** to burst deep into some hot, fertile cunt.

The invisible cunt slid up and down the length of him. T'Challa heard the invisible **** gasp as ever scar and bump pleasured her from the inside. His body strained against the invisible bonds, not to free himself from that pussy, but out of a desire to drive it deeper. He wanted, needed to be inside of her when he exploded. Veins throbbed in his temple, and his mind, awash in the strange pheromones, still pieced together the puzzle of the identity of his attacker.

"Susan Storm-Richards," he said, his voice thick. "You feel like a goddess."

For a moment, the fucking paused. The Black Panther could see his cock stand out from his body—yet slowly, a figure faded into view. Just an outline of ripe, full breasts, motherly hips, and a pair of blue eyes that hung suspended in the suggestion of a face. She was nearly transparent, her body contorted so that she could slam her ass down on his balls, despite his being pinned to the wall. A complex array of **** fields, then.

The Black Panther's cock jumped inside of her as he flexed his abs. Those muscles, at least, were his to control.

"You want it, don't you?" he whispered, fingers flexing. "My cock demands release. I need to flood your womb. I need to claim your pussy for Wakanda and the Panther God!"

The Black Panther's reason had begun to slip. Sue Storm saw it in his eyes, the growing madness as the pheromones overwhelmed him. His whole body shifted, and pinned as she was, Sue could feel his cock move inside of her. It was taking all of his strength, but he was fucking her, not just laying back as she fucked him.

A grin appeared, like the Cheshire Cat's. She moved with him. Let her uterus and cervix come into view. To give the trapped African a picture of his target. Froth dribbled from the corners of his mouth as he did his best to thrust, deeper and deeper. To slam his cock inside of her with all the **** he could manage. In his madness, he would have pierced straight to the core of her and poured his love into her soul.

Instead, as she cried out and her pussy clenched tight, he erupted.

Hot burning seed fooded the far end of Sue Storm's cunt. Instantly, the tip of his cock was engulfed in it, and as he pumped, his testicles working overtime to refill the rapidly-draining reservoir, the Black Panther saw the Invisible Woman's cervix spasm, sucking some of his sperm directly into her waiting womb.

They lay like that for long moments...and as a terrible and unnatural lethargy came over the trapped hero, he wondered if he had just sired the heir to the throne of Wakanda...