Worship It

A sudden, volcanic movement upset Sue Storm. The Invisible Woman tumbled to the floor, thrown head over heels over Porkum's cock. Her hands still clutched at the prick as she fell onto the floor.

On her knees. The bulk of the pig-man overshadowed her. Hot dribbles of pre-cum splashed against her cheek. She looked up, and the shadow of his cock fell over her. She blinked and stared down the length of the great tower of cock, to the testicles that dangled beneath him. To her vantage, each of them almost seemed as big as her head. The smell, the sense of heat that emanated from them was like some wild animal.

"Take them in your hands," Porkum ordered, his voice deep and somber as the voice of some chthonic god.

She brought up her gloved hands. Even through the gloves, she could feel the heat, the pulse of life. The tip of his cock rested on her forehead. She shuddered beneath the weight of the sensation, which went beyond the physical. Hot tears ran down Sue's cheeks as she felt his precum ooze through her hair. Like some unholy baptism. A spiritual taint that marked her very soul.

"Worship it," Porkum growled.

Sue hesitated.

One great pink paw grabbed the back of her head and **** her forward. Buried her face in between those massive balls and the root of his prick. Her mouth open, lips mashed against the salty, earthy conflux, the soft heat pressed into her face. The Invisible Woman's body wracked with a sob as her tongue stroked the soft skin at the underside of her shaft, and her hands massaged those massive balls.

"This is your god now," Porkum grunted. "The only one that will answer your prayers. The one that will give you everything you need. All you need is to sacrifice something to me..."

It was a mad babble. Yet it had its effect. The weird pheromones, the pale toxic light of the defraudium both wore at Sue Storm's resolve. Any other villain who held her in this position would quickly lose their balls. Yet Sue Storm could not even muster the will at that moment to even try and use her powers. All she wanted was for this **** to end.

She was willing to sacrifice almost anything for that.

Even to do what Porkum commanded.

Sue Storm swallowed her self-disgust as she began to lick that prick that lay across her head like an elephant's trunk. Her hot lips kissed every inch of those massive balls. She drank the foul sweat that dripped from between the huge, hairy pink cantaloupes, even through she felt the hairs caught in her teeth.

Yet Porkum wanted more.