Marital Relations

Hank Pym watched as Blastaar's guards began to pile into the large throne-room. He looked around to see the many groups of royalty and power from the Negative Zone. He spied the delegation from Arthros, which included Annihilus, though his shimmering made it clear he was a hologram. It was one of the larger cadres of people.

In another area were the people from Shadow City. The “Palatial House of Sinue” was definitely represented. Nefer Neith Sinue, the beautiful and powerful representative from Shadow City stood talking to fellow Senators from her Empire. Hank noted her bodyguard, someone who introduced himself as Jomo Kimanye had an odd look about him, as he himself scanned the room. There was something calculating in Jomo's eyes.

Behind Hank, was the Pilgrims (or Puritans), a group of humans from the 1600s that had been lost at sea and somehow found a portal to the Zone. They had thrived her for ages now. Hank nodded to the man known as Hellscout, who stood for his people. Kenneth Tennyson, as he introduced himself, was a fierce warrior and tracker.

Then, in another area were the Tyannans, one of the oldest species in the Zone, according to Reed's archives, which Hank had poured over.

In the far corner were the Starjammers, and the Guardians of the Galaxy, numbering in the dozens actually. Who they represented, other than themselves was unknown to Hank Pym.

Even Stygorr, the Warlord, and his entourage were present.

Hank Pym looked at his own team, all fitted with a new armor modeled after Tony Stark's Mark VII technology. The armor was infused with Pym particles, and supplemented with some designs and gadgets added by Reed Richards himself. It was a collective effort amongst Tony, Hank, and what was left of Reed. Hank thought about Reed, and how he had suffered during these battles, as Annihilus had captured him, and subjugated him to make his warships. He had enslaved Reed's mind, and during a battle, the ship Reed was on was destroyed. Dr. Richards was the smartest man alive though, and was sure to back up his own mind. Now Reed inhabited the Baxter Building as its main A.I.

After what happened in the Zone, Johnny had run off with the Inhumans, and Ben Grimm was off in Earth's space fighting with an entirely different Guardians team. Tony Stark, and Nick Fury, with the urging of S.H.I.E.L.D., insisted Hank create his own team, since the X-men and Avengers were in a bloody war against each other.

So Hank Pym created his own team. The “New Fantastic Four” as some called it. Others called it the “Shrinktastic Four”. It comprised of former and current people who took up the mantle of “Ant-Man”. Hank himself, Scott Lang, and Eric O'Grady, along with Hank's estranged wife Janet Van Dyne. He looked at them now. His own suit was yellow with a “4” over the chest. Janet's mimmiked her “Wasp” costume, with a “4” on her own chest. Scoot took the red suit, and Eric took the traditional blue of the original Fantastic Four. Right now, their helmets were off so they could speak clearly.

Behind them were numerous S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, with their own military garb. It was the “Earth” delegation as requested by Blastaar and Annihilus, who seemed to run the show.

The immense form of Blastaar in regal garb entered the room and walked to the throne. “I see the delegations have all arrived,” Blastaar bellowed.

Gamora, of the Guardians came forward first. “What is the meaning of all of this? Why have we been called here?”

Annihilus stepped towards the center of the room. He spoke in his buzzing yet frightening tone. “To offer a truce amongst denizens of the zone, and to oust the invaders from Earth!” A commotion rose in the room as each delegation began to grumble.

Hank was confused. “Invaders?” He looked around, “We were all invited!”

“Earthling Invaders?,” Stygorr laughed, “like your absent Queen WHORE of Earth! Where has she been these past few weeks?”

Hank knew what the Warlord meant, as rumors began to swirl that Blastaar's “Queen” had disappeared without a trace. Which was odd since that was her ability.....His train of thought was cut off as Stygorr began to gasp. The villain held his throat as he struggled to breathe.

“I am not absent worm,” a familiar voice spoke. Susan Storm-Richards, former female member of the Fantastic Four, and current wife of Blastaar came into view at the large doors, along with her small group of heavily armed female Baluurans. Her personal guard. She had made them invisible, but appeared to want an entrance.

“Whoa,” Eric O'Grady spoke, as he looked at Sue. Hank glanced back to Eric who moved his head as if to say “check her out”, and Hank turned to gaze upon her as she came into view. Susan surely made an entrance as her silver dress, that was only two slits, held together at the neck gave everyone in the room ample view of her body. The front covered her breasts and her crotch, as did the back. But the sides were clearly visible, of her toned thighs, her large muscular ass, and those...well....obnoxiously large breasts. Hank remembered Susan having nice boobs, but this was ridiculous, and the silver shiny barely there dress struggled to contain her nipples. The boobs bounced as she walked in her large, strap silver six inch heels that went up to her knees. Her hair was shoulder length, and blonde once again. She looked absolutely radiant. Hank felt his cock begin to swell and felt shame at looking at his friends wife, or former wife.

Susan looked to Blastaar, who nodded, and then to Annihilus who nodded. She moved to the center of the room. She spoke loudly so all could hear. “ALL EARTHLINGS ARE HENCEFORTH BANISHED FROM THE ZONE!” There was such a venom to her speech. She had truly changed, thought Hank.

A rumble went up from all corners of the hall. The House of Sinue cheered, as did Arthos and Stygorr group. The Baluurans clapped. Yet, the pilgrims, and the heroes from Earth were not amused.

Hellscout came forward now, visibly shaken. “Susan, please how can you do this?”

Susan walked over slowly, seductively to Hellscout, and put her hand on his face. “My dear friend, you are welcome to remain, as your people have for ages. This is YOUR home. You are from the Zone.” She turned to face the crowd. “Those who have made a life here will be allowed to remain.” She then smiled back to Hellscout and held his face again. “You simply need pledge your allegiance to the Zone and disavow Earth, as I have.”

It was Nefer Sinue's turn to speak, “We have many refugees on our worlds. Good people who work and make a living.”

Susan nodded to her, “And as I've said they can remain. They must register as Zone citizens and no harm shall come to them.”

Janet Van Dyne stood up to her old friend now. “No harm?” He shook his head, “you of all people should know the dangers of registration Susan.”

The Invisible Woman shot a glance of pure **** at her former friend, and then a smile formed on her face. “JAN!” She said and came over, and hugged the Iron-suited Wasp. She took as step back. “Such adorable suits,” she then lightly rubbed the “4” on Jan's breastplate with her fingers.

She then turned to the crowd, addressing them all as she pointed back to Janet. “These Earthlings as always come for WAR!”

Janet waved her hands. “No we are here for peace!”

Susan pointed to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Army. “Then why are you the only delegation with guns.” A rumbling went up, as Susan twirled her hand around the room. Susan went on a tirade now. “Too long have Earthlings attempted to **** the Zone of its resources. I should know. I was once a PART of this “scientific expedition” as we called it. Too long have corporate entities sought resources. Too long have Earthlings attempted to fan the waves of war amongst those in the Zone. Too long has Earth attempted to dissect and destroy this universe. Too long have they invaded without our consent.” A raucous noise began to form in the room.

Hank spoke up, “We have done none of those things.”

Susan turned to Hank now, stepping menacingly towards him. “Do you know what the N-Explorers are? And what they do here.”

Hank looked to his S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, who shook his head. “That is not our people Susan,” Hank spoke.

“Of course not,” Sue turned back to the crowd. “And was it not you who had a hand in that horrid prison on the outskirts of the Zone.” She scanned Hank's face for a reaction which didn't come. “Who here agreed to such an abomination....IN OUR ZONE!”

A chorus of “Not us!” and “No one!” arose in the room. Susan was not finished with her passionate oration. “ALL EARTHLINGS ARE BANISHED!” She repeated, and the chorus changed to that very statement. From all sides, except the Guardians, the Starjammers, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Fantastic Four, and the confused Pilgrims. Sue continued her rave and rant. “EARTHLINGS ARE DANGEROUS AND FOOLISH AND DO NOT THINK WITH THEIR HEADS! NOR CAN THEY BE TRUSTED! THEY ARE THE ENEMY!” She pointed to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Hank sighed. “Susan, you know that isn't true. There are good men. Who DO think with their heads.”

“Really?” Sue held up a hand, and the crotch of Hank's suit was invisible, as well as Scott and Eric's crotch. All three had erections, to which Sue laughed, looking at their size. She expanded her field to all the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, each with an erection. “Of which HEAD do you speak Pym.” A loud laughter filled the room. Sue went to the House of Sinue and did the same thing, making the men's crotches invisible. Small, flaccid almost baby like cocks were visible. Sue laughed and rolled her eyes. She then moved to Stygorr's people and exposed their dicks. Thin, and flaccid, they stood proudly. She went to the Arthrosians, and just stood there. “I'm not sure how to,”

A Arthros general spoke “We mate by the female placing her ovipositor...”

“Nevermind,” Sue kept moving. She made her way to the Starjammers, and Guardians, and exposed the males cocks. All erect. She then went to the Pilgrims and stopped. She looked at Hellscout. But strangely, Hank saw him nod. She exposed their cocks, and the puritans remained pure with flaccid cocks.

“DO YOU SEE!” Susan pointed to the erections of the Earthlings. “They do NOT think with their minds at all!”

Hank felt shame, and he saw the look from Janet. Sue's dress had worked on him, despite his best efforts. It seemed a calculated attack. “Why do you not expose the Baluurans?” He pointed to Blastaar. “Where is his mind?”

Susan laughed loudly. She glanced at Hank's cock. “You have suffered enough humiliation for this night Pym.” She turned from him. “Do not seek more.” She sounded so much like the villains of this place, thought Hank.

Cheers arose, and the chant began. “ALL EARTHLINGS ARE BANISHED!” Hank looked to Hellscout, who looked at him, and then spoke the words “ALL EARTHLINGS ARE BANISHED” as the Puritans began to join in. It was decided right there and then. Earth was to stay out of the Zone, and anyone caught unregistered would be placed in the Zone's newly acquired max-security jail. All current inmates would return with S.H.I.E.L.D.

As Hank and his people were escorted out of the throne-room, he asked Susan what would occur in the Zone now. She assured him it was “none” of his concern, and as long as Earth stayed out of the Zone, the two universes would be at peace. Janet pleaded with Sue, but she just ignored her friend.

Blastaar smiled as he put his arm around his wife. “Probably War Dr Pym!” With that, the Earthlings were escorted to the distortion area to begin deportation.

Blastaar and Susan retired to the royal chambers. They had not seen each other in months. To be honest, it was Sue who had spent two months on Pon-Faar, the distant moon, nursing their first child with her handmaidens. She had spent the nights alone with her son, and her main midwife Yunaar. It was a long an arduous few months. To Blastaar, it had only been about a week. Still, Susan heard stories of his rage. Being his wife for sometime now, she knew where his rage built.

Sue sauntered over, slowly, swaying her ass, as she went to the large kitchen area, where the bottles of Sabbaac were. She recalled when she was first **** fed Sabbac, a strange alcoholic concoction which had an intense effect on humanoid females. IT made them ravenous and wanton in bed, even if they didn't want to be. She had been **** to drink this so long ago, and now she found it sweet and delightful.

Outside the guards spoke about the rumors between the King and his “Queen”. About how this was all staged, and they didn't sleep in the same bed, and how Sue had run away, but had been paid to remain. About how she had a lover with winged feet from Earth. How they had never even had sex before. One guard bet the other nothing was occurring. Their quarrels in the bedroom were rumored widely as well.

“Get over here,” they heard Blastaar bellow. “I have waited too long.”

Inside, Susan sipped her drink. “Have you now,” she had her back to him. She turned her head, and made Blastaar's garb around his crotch go invisible. His cock was clear as day, purple, and veiny, and pointing down, only mildly hard. Still, it was massive, almost ten inches flaccid, and two inches around. “It doesn't seem like the 'mighty' Blastaar has been waiting long at all.” She laughed, and turned her head back to her drink. “Maybe I should have exposed you as well.”

She sensed his massive form come up behind her. “YOU WITCH!”

Outside they heard him call her a 'witch'. The taller guard who made the bet smiled.

Back in the room, Blastaar used his large gray hands to tear the fabric holding Susan's dress in place. She was naked now, her ass facing him. She simply took it in stride, trying not to fall back, and went to her drink. She felt his large gray hands come around and pull her tits to her body. Her massive mammies being kneaded and groped.

“These are the tits of a dark witch!” Blastaar muttered. “You transfixed those men.”

Susan chuckled, “Merely the breasts of a nursing mother.” Despite the fact she had to admit they were obnoxiously huge. Her tits had ballooned with milk. She recalled back on Earth someone named Marie-Claude Bourbonnais “cosplaying” as her at some Con. It was funny, because back in the day, she would say her tits aren't nearly that big, but now they put Bourbonnais to shame.

Blastaar spun her around with ease. She didn't fight him with her powers anymore. She watched as he glanced over her nude form, clad only in the heels. She didn't cover herself, and kept her gaze as she sipped her alien ****. A part of her felt shame though, wondering if he would see as he gaze upon her womanhood.

“It appears you are far more excited than I!” Blastaar smiled with his large gray mouth.

Susan's face went red. Her legs had been dripping with her lust for hours now. Partly due to the dress, but mostly due to the fact that after months, she'd be with her husband once again. There was a time when it was strange to call Blastaar her husband, and it still felt odd to many out there. Yet, they had been husband and wife for almost a year now, and had “consummated” daily. Many times a day in fact. More than she ever had with her former husband. Certain chemicals are released in the brain during sex, bonding two people. Susan had fucked Blastaar regularly for a long time. She hadn't had sex with him in months. Simply put, Susan was horny, and wanted to fuck her husband. What was weird about that.

Blastaar sensed her urgency, even if his eyes told him the story between her legs. Drips of her juices still ran down her toned legs. Women get fat with pregnancy, but Susan stayed fit, and gained a bigger, firmer ass, and thighs. Her gray skinned beast of a husband lifted her waist and plopped her onto the kitchen table where she set her drink down. “Oooooh,” Susan laughed, but then moaned, as her husband's large gray maned head sank between her legs. She felt that tongue, that massive tongue lapped at her dripping pussy. It was electric and instant, as an orgasm, long waited for, rocked her body, causing her to shudder. Her nectar flowed quickly into his furred alien mouth. Her face was flushed and she was again ashamed at her wanton behavior. How had he made her cum so quickly. Hadn't she once denounced all this.

Blastaar the mighty warlord lifted his muscular and toned pearly skinned human wife. He set her onto the bed, happy she acquiesced to whatever he was doing without a fight or a fuss. His cock was fully engorged now, it only took a minute of seeing her nude. Her beauty, her ass, her tits. She was stunning, and all his.

From outside the guards heard Susan call out. “Well...well...well...it looks like mighty Blastaar has finally shown up to the fight!” The betting man was nodding with a smile. They seemed belligerent towards each other.

“I HAV EWAITED TO LONG YOU WITCH!” Blastaar shouted from the room. The taller guard felt his made a good bet. The rumors began as Blastaar constantly called her a “witch”. In fact, she had come to be know as the “Witch of Baluur”.

Sue meanwhile, was laying on the bed, fully spread eagle, looking down to that massive purple cock that now bounced as her eyes followed. Blastaar grabbed her heel clad leg with his right hand, and with his left, he pushed the strange alien head of his cock into his wife's sopping wet cunt. “I have waited far too long for this,” he muttered again.

Susan's head fell back and her eyes closed feeling his cock fill her with several huge and thick inches. “Unnnnnhhhh,” she moaned. Had she waited so long herself? She truly had eagerly anticipated this part of the night, of her return. It was shamefully all she thought about. She felt another three large thick inches of purple alien cock enter her pussy, and her mouth opened as she gasped and took in air, “huuuuuhhhh”.

Blastaar was feeling resistance as it had been months (to her at least) to allow her pussy to regain form after the birth of their child. Still, she was impossibly wet, and her pussy walls clenched his meat as he fucked it inside her slowly. He was grunting and growling with bestial fury as he picked up his pace. “This body that Earthlings lust after,” he roared, “MINE!”

“Yes my King,” Susan answered, head rolling on the bed, as Blastaar used his left hand to grip her right thigh. He had her one thigh in one hand, and her calf in the other as he began to spear the toned human female with his cock.

“THESE TITS! THIS ASS!” He continued, pushing faster and with more intensity, “MINE”

“YES MY HUSBAND!” Sue cried out, just laying back and accepting the wonderful fuck. His huge cock had now bottomed out, which was a feat that took many tries long ago. His balls hit her butt and the sounds of their sex sloshing and slapping filled the room. “BY GHAAR!” Sue cried out, her back arching up off the bed, a massive orgasm rocking her form as her pussy coated his cock with her juices. In her lust filled orgasm, as her fist clenched, her toes curled, Sue called out to the Baluuran god, and not the Earth god.

“THIS PUSSY!” Blastaar roared. “MINE!” He was lifting her off the bed, slamming his cock into her now. “This womb,” he said more softly, with a dark smile. “Mine!”

“Yes my love,” Sue called back, and Blastaar watched as her stomach skin began to fade away, and the edges of her organs, until he could see his cock slicing in and out of her. He grunted loudly, and pulled her hips to him, watching his cock press on her womb, as he ejaculated inside his wife. His pink sperm entering her womb instantly, and then surrounding his cock. It shot out with such a fury he couldn't keep it inside her, and his cock slipped back out, a torrent of pink cum pouring from the woman.

“Wonderful,” Susan rolled on the bed, in post coital bliss, her hand holding her pussy, almost as if she tried to trap his cum inside. It was odd, since she could simply use a forcefield if she do desired. She was shocked when Blastaar lifted her up, like a doll, and placed her on her massive gray shoulders.

“I'm not done with you WITCH!” He smacked her ass and carried her to the hot-tub room.

Outside, the smaller guard was ready to pay out. It seemed a lot of yelling and anger. Right now, Blastaar was shouting “YOU WTICH! YOUR TRICKS WILL BE THE **** OF ME!” He repeated “WITCH” over and over.

Back in the royal chambers, in the hot-tub room, Blastaar sat back in the warm waters. His sharp teeth clenched as he endured his ****. Susan had full control of his cock, which she again studied as she had so long ago. The strange alien dick, which had given her such anxiety in the beginning, due to the **** nature of its introduction to her life. She had feared it, hated it, loathed that purple menace. One night as she cried in bed, long ago, Yunaar rubbed her back.

“Confront your fears my liege,” Yunaar had assured her. The next night, Susan got literally hammered on Baluuran wine and sank to her knees of her own accord to “confront” her fear. It surprised even Blastaar, who wasn't prepared for such a change in character. Susan, drunk as all hell, stared at the large purple phallus for the first time. Her eyes took in the purple color, the slimy shiny silver pre-cum that dribbled down the sides. This cock, this dick was certainly not human. It was long, and thick like a bat. The color was purple, and dark veins lined the sides. It looked like an upside down elephant's trunk to her. So odd, so strange was it. Yet, she gripped it with her two hands, which seemed so small compared to the pole, and then licked it, giving Blastaar a jolt of ecstasy. She remembered how he grumbled and roared that first time she kissed and licked it.

Fear led to curiosity, and she spent days examining the cock and playing with it. Curiosity then led to a sort of teenage fascination with the large purple fuckstick. Fascination led to a girlish obsession, as she made it a point to attempt to take it all down her throat. It was as if she taking back power against this weapon that caused her such stress. Was it stress and trauma? Or was she ashamed how it made her feel when it was inside her. She lost count at how many orgasms this cock had given her. Light-years more than her former lovers, of which there weren't many. Two men in college whose cocks simply couldn't even measure up to half this pole. And a “stretchy man” later in life whose abilities couldn't hold a candle to this monster's “monster”.

Now, she was licking that tip, the bud on the end that rubbed her g-spot so wonderfully. Her tits, with the aid of her powers pressed the shaft of that purple cock between them, until it wasn't even visible. Her left hand twisting around the base, as her right rolled the massive right ball that came out of his sheath. No this cock was not human. Her tits moved up and down the shaft thanks to her powers. His left nut was not unattended, as an invisible mouth sucked and licked it. Constant twirling invisible bands rolled around the huge dick like a Barber Shop sign. Simply put, with her powers, and her mouth, tits and hands, every portion of his exposed cock was being stimulated in the tub.

Her husband was not human. Were he human, he would not be able to withstand this erotic **** that tread the line of pain. It would drive a normal man mad. Blastaar was mighty, and it showed as he endured a mind-shattering blowjob of a goddess.

“GHAAAR!” Blastaar shouted, his cock spurting its initial load. Susan put her mouth on his tip and slid it down, trying to drink it all. Her throat moved as she sucked his seed down. It was too much, and soon her stomach was full. Her head flew back, and she closed her eyes, accepting the first blast of thick hot pink sperm that erupted and hit her forehead. The next hit her cheek, and she bent back down to suck more from the opening in his elephant's trunk of a cock. The next spurt blasted her chin, and then her neck. She pulled back fully, and allowed him to erupt onto her completely, as she continued to use her powers to push her tits against his shaft and moved them up and down. Her tits were the next casualty of his avalanche. Covered in his pink sperm. “YOU WITCH!” Blastaar huffed catching his breath.

Outside the guards got confused. The fighting had died down. The shorted guard thought things were going his way.

Inside, the “fight” continued in the tub. Susan was on top of Blastaar, his cock buried deep inside her cunt as she rode him. Her small mouth was crushed over his large one. Their kissing was something to behold as her small pink tongue attempted to “dance” or “fight” with his large black one. She whimpered as she rode his cock, the evidence of it clear, as you could see the outline of his cock in her stomach. It was simply too big for a normal human, but Susan was not normal, and as she picked up her pace fucking her husband, she began to orgasm over and over. “Mmmmm,” she moaned into his mouth, “mmmmmmmpphhh.....mmmppphhh...” constantly cumming on his massive purple dick as the wasters around them raged. Her head finally flew back. “AMAZING!” She shouted, feeling his seed enter her once again violently as he roared.

Minutes later the commotion was still not heard in the halls. Outside they wondered if the King or Queen was dead. “Maybe he killed her,” the taller one said.

“Maybe she killed him,” the smaller guard shot back.

Back inside, Blastaar was sort of “killing her” as she was bent over in the shower next to the hot-tub. The huge hulking beast of an alien was gripping her hips, his purple cock plunging into his wife from behind. She was on her tippy toes as her hands held the tile on the wall. She was utterly impaled on his dick now, he was lifting her and using her as some sort of fuck toy. But Susan loved it, and continued to cum all over his cock. “BY GHAAR!” She kept shouting. “FUCK ME! MY BODY IS YOURS MY KING!”

An hour later the guards heard something from the room. The Witch Queen shouted. “YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME SO EASILY!”

The smaller guard sighed, it still seemed like a fight. He handed the taller guard a sack of coins. His winnings.

In the room, Susan was on all fours, on the bed. Her ass high in the air. She knew what was coming, as she felt that elephant's trunk push on her asshole. “FUCCCCCCKK!” She squealed. The thick purple cock inched into her tight asshole. There was no stopping this beast. She didn't really want to. She just bit the lush silk like pillows as inch after inch invaded her ass. Blastaar had taken her ass on their wedding night. To be honest, Susan had given her ass to him. It was her last virginity, and it belonged to Blastaar. She bared down, and relaxed her ass as he entered it. When she felt him bottom out once again, his balls slapping her ass, she clenched her toned ass around his cock with a smile as she still bit the pillow.

“YOU WITCH!” Blastaar roared. His cock erupting in his wife's ass.

Outside the room, the small guard accepted his loss. The rumors were true.

Meanwhile, Susan and Blastaar lied in their marital bed. Blastaar's large arms behind his head. He was drifting off into sleep.

Susan's head was on his abdomen, his cock was in her hands. It pulsed and rippled. It almost resembled a sea slug at times, she laughed to herself. Sue put her mouth on his tip and sucked feeling spurts of pink seed enter her mouth. The cock began to go flaccid, still far larger in its non-erect state than any human.

Susan kissed his tip and crawled to her husband's stomach. She made her stomach and organs invisible, and gazed upon the alien semen in her pussy, her stomach and her ass. She then saw her filled womb and laughed at how Blastaar had probably already bred her again. The first time they fucked since giving birth to their first child. She lifted his cock and felt its softness. She dropped it with a small “smack” on his stomach, that caused him to grunt in his sleep. The “Rage” of Blastaar was gone for now. She smiled, knowing it would return with fury in a few hours. She put her head on his chest where she began to drift into blissful sleep. “FANTASTIC!” she muttered softly.