A new path.

Stepping into view, Doctor Strange crossed his arms and glared back at the woman surrounded by light, the woman glaring back up at him imperiously. “So, you claim to be the true Susan Storm trapped in this body and that the woman with Reed Richards is an imposter?” Raising an eyebrow, the master magician was a little skeptical. Even if she seemed honest, her mannerisms and body language was nothing like the Invisible Woman’s at all. The 5’6 Asian woman was beautiful but in a cruel predatory way, her hair cropped to her shoulders and wearing a black business suit that would have accentuated her stocking clad legs.

“Yes, I am the TRUE Susan Storm, help me regain my body… And you will be rewarded.” She husked, playing at the idea of offering herself to him briefly for incentive. She even unbuttoned the first button to her blouse to get his attention, but all it did was make the man roll his eyes.

"Well now, let me humour your little proposal with a soul seeking spell, if it turns out that the Susan Storm we find is an imposter, I’ll help you out.”

Narrowing her eyes like a predatory cat that caught the canary, Christy Chang purred, playfully fingering the top button of her blouse and waiting for the man to do as she requested. Closing his eyes, Doctor Strange muttered an incantation that drew a circle of fiery light between his outstretched fingers, the circle opening like an eye and showing the man where Susan Storm was. Muttering another incantation, the image of the bar where the woman sat at the barstool were replaced with luminous auras in the shape of the people who occupied the bar, the light of their souls being exposed for him to see.

“Mh’hmmm… Interesting…”

“Well? Do you not see that she is a hellspawn? Her soul must be the most tarnished in that swill serving hut!” She demanded; her hand raised in mock boredom where her thumb rubbed against her manicured black painted fingernails.

“I see, there IS an imposter, well then, you’ve come to the right magician.”

Smiling nearly from ear to ear, Christy was about to say something when she found herself falling through the floor. Screaming in panic and falling through a darkened abyss that stretched on to infinity, the tumbling woman found herself falling into the eye of a portal that sent her to land harshly on the front steps of the Sanctum of New York. As soon as she got up to her heeled feet, the woman looked up to see Doctor Strange open the front door with a cup of tea in his hands taking a sip. “If you’re looking for the nearest mental hospital, the closest one is on Bellevue… Please don’t try to claw your way back in, the door was just recently painted.” Slamming the door shut behind him, the magician left Christy to fume and rage impotently at the door.

“YOU WILL HEAR FROM ME AGAIN YOU HACK! I WILL GET MY **** AGAINST SUSAN STORM!!!”

*

“Suzie! What a treat finding you here!” Beamed Jennifer Walters, the woman skipping across the bar to hug the woman still sitting at the stool. Jennifer Walters, the Sensational She-Hulk joined the blonde woman across the bar, waiving to the bartender to serve her the same drink as her friend as the two caught up. The tall, green skinned amazon beauty smiled and laughed, commenting on Susan’s silver cocktail dress and stilettos. Jen herself wore a purple silk dress that highlighted her long, toned legs and arms and a V-cut at the front to show off her cleavage. The way they reacted to men who passed by and the odd moments Jen would sniff the air or leer at the occasional man leaning against the pool table or watch the game on the television overhead, Susan could already tell the truth of the matter. Jen was a succubus just like her.

“So, how much do you remember about… Well, before?” Asked Susan, a little nervous to talk about the time her evil self twisted her friends into perverse nightmares of themselves. Feeding off their desires and lusts.

“It’s weird really, I remember it, but at the same time I don’t.” Commented the She-Hulk, sighing while stirring the martini and biting the olive on her stir stick. “Kind of like being shown a video of something you did you can’t remember doing, you know?”

“Yeah…” To be honest, Susan wanted to forget the entire affair. It was terrible being ripped from her body and placed into a stranger, left to fend for herself and **** to be a common whore. Now back in her real body, she had to cope with the fact that she was now a succubus. “Oh, turns out MJ, Felicia and Janet are the same too.”

“Really? How are they dealing with it?”

“Pff, the same way I am now!” Smirked Jen, eyeing the men in the bar. “I mean… I don’t want to hurt anyone, none of us do, but right now I’m hornier than a rabbit in spring after falling into a barrel of Spanish fly.”

“I know what you mean, its like… A HUNGER! I’ve tried dulling it with nights with Reed and toys, but nothing works, I came here in the hopes of finding someone to put out the fire as it were.”

“I don’t know about you, but I can see quite a few ‘firemen’ here in the bar that look well equipped to put out MY fire!” Eyeing the man at the pool table, Jen breathed in sharply, a gleam in her eyes that gave a golden tint Susan recognised in herself.

“We really need to make some meetings up to keep track of ourselves.” Nodded Susan, feeling the same way as Jen, even she found herself leering at the crowd of sports jocks at the bar cheering like a smorgasbord of meat, unconsciously licking her lips before she blinked and shook her head, letting her silky blonde hair flow back and forth. “The last thing we want on the news was any of us being hauled away to the looney bin for being dangerously nymphomaniacal.”

“Some might consider that a dream come true.” Finishing her drink, Jen eyed the man leave the pool table to head to the rest room. Giving Susan a peck on the forehead, Jen sashayed after him, taking her time to let her hips sway with each step before she opened the men’s room door and pluck the ‘out of order’ sign over the doorknob.

Finishing her own drink, Susan sighed and took her purse and coat. As horny and hungry as she was, her mind was too riddled with doubts to do what she had planned to do. Heading outside and making her way back home, Susan held herself tight and mulled over her current situation. In a way she got what she wanted, she could explore her sexual desires to their fullest to almost no consequence, but that was what got her into trouble in the first place and nearly caused the end of the world! She didn’t want history to repeat itself, but at the same time she was worried that sooner or later her lusts would get the better of her and she’d be tackling men on the streets to sate her. “There has to be a better way…”

Making her way across the bridge on foot, Susan looked up to see a nervous looking, frazzled man in a business suit look around himself and try to climb the copper fence and cables to balance over the edge, tossing his suitcase over the side and watching it splash. When he looked around again, he found himself looking eye to eye with Susan and panicked. “DON’T TRY TO STOP ME! I’LL JUMP! I SWEAR I’LL JUMP!”

“WAIT, NO!” Running up to the man, she stopped when he inched towards the edge, nearly losing his footing. “Don’t do it, it can’t be so terrible to end your own life.”

“Yes, it is! I got fired from my job of 15 years and my wife left me because of it, I’ve got nothing left!”

“You can’t jump, you can still make a fresh start.”

“No, I can’t! I’m JUMPING, I’M JUMPING RIGHT NOW!” Tears in his eyes, the man looked as if he would finally do the deed and plummet to his ****.

****, Susan peered into the man’s mind and could sense his despair and desperation, his need for release from all the pain. In desperation herself, Susan resorted to the only thing that came to mind. “I’ll suck your dick!”

“I’M JUMPING! I SWEAR I’M… Wait, what?”

On a roll, Susan continued, reading the man’s desires and opening her jacket to show off her body. “I’ll suck you off, I’ll give you a blowjob that’ll make you forget you even had a job, I’ll do things to you your wife would NEVER do!” Waving the man over and opening her coat to show off her tall, voluptuous figure under her silver dress, Susan waited for his response.

“For reals?”

Nodding back at him, Susan revealed a little more, letting him get a good look down her V-neck top. The man looked back and forth over his shoulder before jumping down from the ledge back to the safety of the ground and fumbled desperately for his belt and zipper. “Okay, but make it quick…” Not even giving the man a chance to finish, Susan dove for the man’s crotch like her life was at stake, prying off his belt and nearly tearing open his pants to the tent forming on his underwear. Growling like a jungle cat, Susan ripped the thing off his crotch, making the man yelp before her expert hand found his half-mast erection and began pumping him hard. Pinning him against the rail, the stranger gasped and gripped at the railing like a life preserver while Susan sucked hungrily at his balls and licked up and down his growing shaft.

“Holy CRAP you’re good at this!” His eyes rolled back when he couldn’t take any more, finally cumming into the blonde’s mouth and finding release. But she wasn’t finished. Just when he thought they were done, the man gasped when he felt her grip the collar of his jacket and pull him down to the ground, straddling him in one deft move and riding up her skirt. Before he could realise what was happening, the man found himself going balls deep into the woman who growled and moaned out in lust, her inner muscles milking him for everything he had. Binging one of his hands up she placed it against her left breast, licking his fingers while riding him hard. **** to release the woman’s breast to grip her hips, the man found himself at the edge for a second time and cried out in release again, firing into Susan’s inner core and slumping back exhausted.

Leaning back and breathing in hard, Susan felt her release mingle with his, her hunger finally abated. Slowing her breathing and wiping her long hair out of her eyes, Susan looked down at the man in her grasp and slowly pulled away, getting up to her heeled feet and drawing down her skirt to regain her dignity.

“So… Feel like jumping now?”

“Yawn… No… I’m tired now… I think I’ll head home.”

Blowing the prone man a kiss, Susan continued her walk back home. An idea brewing in her head that lingered after she made it back home.