Marvel's Notorious Gnawbarque Issue 2

Issue 2: Welcome Susan Storm...to your new life!!!

Night 1 of Servitude

The young Earth heroine licked her tongue around her mouth catching the rest of the purple cum, savoring the almost hickory barbecue taste if that could be believed. She stood up, makeup caked from tears, chin covered in dry alien beaver cum. Yet, it was her garb that shamed Sue. "Can I change out of this?" She asked. "Kind of ridiculous now!" She remarked.

Castor called for a service Argorian to bring clothes from the Queens Suite. This gave time for Susan to shower. He opened the door next to the kitchen revealing a lavish bathroom with a heavy golden clawfoot tub that was also a Jacuzzi. Surpsingly, one could still see out into the casino. People less than twenty feet below could look up at the mirrored glass.

To show she understood everything, Susan stripped her shorts off. Slowly bending to pull the short shorts off her feet. She made sure Castor saw her tight white ass. She then undid the bikini top and let it fall. Not looking back, she felt his eyes on her. The girl walked to the wall and turned a golden handle causing water to cascade from the ceiling. Sue checked the water the make sure it was nice. The young human beauty bent down once more slipping her golden bikini bottoms down her leg. The clear display of her pussy mounds was not subtle. She showed no shame. She even swayed her ass while she removed her slippers. She stood up humming softly, a hymn she'd heard on the radio coming over.

The girl, now nude, walked under the water. She noticed that the floor was tinted glass. Dozens of casino patrons were now a few dozen feet below her swollen naked body. Her pussy dripping above heads of unknowing males. The same males who harbored elections for her when Castor walked his "trophy" around.

She finally turned to Castor. "Care to join me?"

He shook his head. "This is a nice suit and my hair isn't easily dried." He picked up a towel from a large bin next to the sink and hung it on the side rack. "I'd like to take you to dinner." He remarked. Castor heard a noise. A knock on the locked doors to the elevator. "Coming." He said.

Susan felt suddenly odd. Usually the male entered the shower with her. Susan didn't wash her hair, just her body. When she was done, she dried off.

Castor called out to her. He was putting makeup cases all over the large sink area with two huge oval mirrors. "I have a dress for you. If you won't mind me bringing it in."

Sue nodded and he brought her a green dress. The young girl needed help sliding into the dress and he helped her zip it up. It was tight but the material accommodated Sue's ample curves slowly.

Castor simply watched. Watched her put on makeup and do her hair. Watched her beauty grow with each moment.

"This is a nice dress," Susan asked sitting on a stool. She placed sandal heels, a little to large for her, on her feet. By the time she'd applied the straps the heels fit. "Whose is it?" But her answer was already staring at her from the other room. A picture on a end table. A female...an otter female in the same dress with Castor around her.

Sue held back a sigh. Too early to show frustration, she told herself. "Otta Spice?" She turned to Castor. "You know her?" She was a Tarkan as well. An otter Tarkan/Half-Worlder and former lover of Rocket Raccoon. Seems they had the same tastes.

Castor Gnawbarque shook his head wistfully. "I knew her." He looked pained then. "She once was standing right there where you are...and then just disappeared." He sighed. "How did you know her."

Susan knew what happened. Otta had tricked Susan and Rocket into stealing a map to some treasure. Then she betrayed them. Last Susan saw of Otta, the traitor's ship exploded from Ravager heavy fire. But Sue wasn't going to mention that. "I dont really." Sue put on earrings that were probably the Otters. "Rocket spoke of her a lot."

Castor Gnawbarque looked at Susan. "You remind me of her...her stregth."

This actual made Susan smile. "How about a drink!" She looked at the full bar next to the bathroom at the entrance of the living room with the couch and TV. Castor asked what she preferred and walked over to be a bartender. "Gargleblaster," she requested. "Angargal's if you got it."

The beaver pulled out a stick of Birchwood and chewed it. "Hanging out with Rocket too much."

Sue looked at the short beaver chewing wood. "Fine..." she said in protest. "Make it a ginsky....over ice....Tharg's original please." Rocket hated that drink. Castor looked like a ginsky man. She was right.

"A woman after my own heart." He sneered and began to pour two ginsky's with very strong, very expensive special liquor.

"Make it a double." Sue added now walking around the room looking at the pictures. She stopped at a picture of another beaver. Huge and imposing on the far wall. Castor handed her a drink. Susan sipped it. "Whose this?" She asked.

"My father...Castor Gnawbarque II." He looked at the painting with deep devotion. "He built all this."

Susan took a big sip. "No he didn't...." she pointed at Castor. "You built this...." she then pointed all around the room and the casino floors shown on the Television screen.. "And Beavertron NZ..." she added and chugged the rest of the drink. She suddenly had a sly look on her face. "Besides....I hear your grandfather REALLY built Beavertron."

This unforseen knowledge Susan Storm had intrigued the beaver. He sipped his own strong Ginsky. "You know of my family?" He was shocked.

Susan nodded, finishing her drink. "I know a lot more than you think Castor Gnawbarque." She handed him an empty glass and watched the eager beaver go back to the small wet bar and begin pouring another double Ginsky with the expensive and 25 year old Tharg's Original. Sue watched him. "I know about Daggett's World. What Beavertron did there." She eyed Castor who handed her a drink. "I know what YOU tried to do there!"

Susan was referring to Castor using the D-type converter. The D-Type Converter was an energy-converting device modeled after the technology used by Galactus to speed up the process by which he devoured planets.

Castor suddenly felt cornered. But Sue, seeing the stress on his face assured him, "and I know it was on instruction of your father." She explained that, unlike Rocket and then Guardians of the Galaxy, Sue knew that Castor Gnawbarque III was still alive. And that the incident was planned and orchestrated by the elder businessman. The woman was again taking heavy sips of the strong drink.

Now Castor was truly intrigued. "How do you know all this," he asked sipping his strong drink.

"My estranged husband created the early versions of the converter Gnawbarque." She told him and drank the last sip of her drink. "And I never come into a situation unprepared." The girl held out an empty glass. "One more? Then dinner?" She asked. The girl had sudden hiccups. "Besides," she continued between hiccups. "Rocket REALLY hates you! It's all he spoke of on the way here."

That made sense to the villainous owner. Castor had remained at the wet bar and was ready and willing to pour another drink. "You are not the girl I have read about and seen on negative-vision." He retorted referencing the Negative Zone version of television. He then finished the drink and handed it to her.

The Invisible Woman grabbed her drink and sipped. "I'm not...no." The girl side. "The Negative Zone changes a person." She admitted.

The beaver alien nodded his furry head. "Something we can agree on." He held out his arm. "Come...let us go eat." He waited but Susan looked confused holding the full drink. Castor smiled. "I own the place young lady."

With that, once again Susan took his arm. The "trophy effect" was back in play. This time Susan looked far more elegant and in line with her companions business suit. They walked to the elevator chatting about the Fantastic Four. Castor was intent on knowing exactly what brought her here. Apparently, he too, liked to be prepared.

A rather tipsy Sue began pouring her heart out. They made their way to the gaming area with Sue blabbering about everything from that faithful trip to the stars that gave the Four their powers, to what Ben Grimm ate and how he and Johnny were never clean.

Susan noted that the restaurant was near the elevator banks, but Castor had walked them around the casino. He played it off as a tour, but the devious businessman clearly wanted to show off his prize.

Castor finally lead them to the five stave restaurant (similar to the star rating on Earth). He made the host place them in a private booth in the VIP section. Then, to Susan's shock, he ordered two 'gargleblasters' with Angargals...aged Angargals. It was going to be another drink before dinner. Castor slipped the waited a large number of bills and whispered in his ear. The waiter nodded, and Sue watched Castor slip something to the waiter.

The heroine kept going on and on. Until th drinks arrived and Sue's eyes burst open wide seeing the orange dust on the rim of the drinks. "Tzin?" She was floored. "You have Tzin here?" Referring to the **** created in the Positive Universe by the Tzin race. Moderately addictive illegal narcotic on Earth. Very relaxing high. Wonderful addition to a TRUE gargleblaster.

Castor smiled. "I do own the place young lady....and laws here aren't so lax." He pulled out a piece of oak wood and stirred his drink, then chewed the wood like a cigar.

The young blonde sipped the rim of her glass and the **** hit her tongue and her bloodstream not long after that. Susan was already buzzed and this relaxed her.

There was no tension between the two as they sipped and chatted. If drinks broke the ice, that blowjob smashed the ice with a bat. Another key in Susan's book.

"What happened in the Negative Zone to you?" Castor finally asked.

Susan licked her glass rim or the remaining Tzin ****. "The books in your gift shop." She giggled, feeling the joyless effects of the drink. "Read it." She insisted. That was all she'd give on that. A literal class on the Fantastic Four, and not a word on her time as a ****. In reality, she'd wrote the damn book. It was all in there.

The waiter returned. Castor ordered Baluuran Whiskey. Sue ordered another Gargleblaster (few drank more than one). Castor ordered them Mazlo steaks from Tissilekt. Sue begged him to get the Ghletyks kabobs with the milk sauce as an appetizer.

While they waited, it was Susan's turn to know more. "I wanna here about Castor Gnawbarque..." she waved her hand around, "and this place....what got YOU here!" She pointed at him. So, when the drinks came and the food was being prepared it was Castor's time to talk. Once again, the blowjob had set the normally neurotic and paranoid beaver at ease. Even the staff noticed his calm demeanor.

The food came, and went fast. Sue was in heaven with the kabobs and the sauce. She truly enjoyed what this cook offered. Mazlo steaks were her favorite, and Castor's as well. The giant beasts were delicious when cooked right. This cook knew his shit, Sue stated at one point.

Th drinks kept coming and the conversation didn't stop, no awkward pauses for the human girl and the beaver alien.

Castor was quite comfortable. How could the beaver-man not be, he'd already gotten his dick sucked by the beauty. At one point he even made a joke about Rocket, "that annoying little Raccoon has been sifting through my trash for as long as I've known him." He was expecting Susan to actually spit her drink out and chuckled loudly, but she did. "Sorry...I know he's your boyfriend.'

Susan wiped her chin still laughing and trying to hold back a ****/cough. "He most certainly is not."

After dinner, Castor walked with Susan, his arm around her waist, marking her a his possession as Sue's book would describe. But, in fact she felt more like he was supporting her. There suddenly was a nervousness between them. What would happen next. Instead of taking her to the head shaped Chandelier or 'headelier" as Sue called it in her head, they went to the top floor of the casino.

There was a crowd of people watching thr sky. Susan finally noticed the extent of the casino. Construction was being done to make it beaver shaped. But right now, it was still a castle. Castor used business collateral from the shipping and export company and bought the Heteropterpon, a floating fortress owned by Annihilus's deceased General Catastrophus. A Neffigian warlord had owned it and sold it for a fortune. Castor was guiding her around a large crowd looking at he sky.

She observed a small city at the base of the floating castle turned casino. "That's were the staff lives," he added. Castor kept walking with her to a large Spire in the middle of the castle. The villainous duo the Blood Brothers stood guard, dressed as casino security with small earpieces to cap off the look and vibe. They nodded to Castor and moved a velvet rope from another elevator.

This was clearly a planned event, thought Susan. She noticed the one Blood Brother ogling her in the green dress. She reached around and put her arm around Castors waste. 'Let the others know who owns you,' she wrote in her book. Soon, the pair was riding an elevator up. Once the elevator stopped the doors opened to an open air castle turret and watchtower area that had a roof to block rain. It had been converted to a lounge, complete with wet bar, couches and chairs. Sue requested a less strong Ginsky. She was suddenly really conscious of her drunkness.

Castor made the drinks and sat on the largest black leather couch. Susan, suddenly self conscious and nervous sat next to him. The couch sank in the middle where he was at, causing the taller Sue to fall into his lap almost, her long legs touching his suit covered legs. "We do this every night for those staying at Bucktooth's Betting House and Resort". The lights in the tower dimmed. He handed her a drink and then, from the corner outside the gazebo-like tower, a flash went off.

BANG! An explosion rocked the tower.

Fireworks! They were so high up that the fire works were below their eyeline. It made Susan jump and put her hand on Castors knee. She nervously pulled her han away and adjusted her hair, then sipped her drink. "Who is Bucktooth?" She asked lopking out at the multicolored exploding fireworks.

"It's the nickname people call me." He sighed. "And my father's nickname."

Susan patted his knee, now leaving her hand. "Not calling you that then."

They sat silently, and Sue took small sips glancing around the open room, gazing out into the purple of the Negative Zone space. There were reachable planets in the distant. Some large, some small. The casino orbited different star systems at different times. "It's all so lovely to behold," she admitted.

Castorr responded. "Its utterly fantastic to behold!"

Susan turned to laugh at his joke, but when she did she noticed he was looking at her. "Oh," she said soflty. Castor's beaverhead moved closer to hers, "ohhh," she said again and closed her eyes turning her head. Suddenly, two separate species from vastly different planets began to kiss. Black beaver lips upon red human ones. It was a deep kiss, and Sue smelled the strong musk of the alien and the woodsy smell made her knees weak. Similar to the smell of his cock. A thick pink beaver alien tongue pushed into Susan's mouth, and her own tongue rubbed against it. She found herself soon exploring his mouth. Her tongue raked his lower orange large teeth, that were surprisingly smooth.

Castor moved a hand between her legs, and Susan opened her legs slightly to allow access. She was caught up in the kiss, caught up in the buzz of her drinking, caught up in the amazing night. If it were a date, it might rank up there with her best. If not the best. She felt his hand, a clawed and slightly webbed hand reach up the slit of her dress. Her panties were soaked. Had been wet for almost an hour. Or, more like, Otta Spice's panties, now conformed to Susan's body.

It was funny, she thought suddenly still deep in the kiss. Funny that Reed, her estranged husband had probably invetned the panties (and dress) with his commerical brand of unstable molecules, allowing for the different bodies to conform to the material. Panties that two long smooth nails slowly slid under.

"Unnnnh," Sue moaned breaking the kiss, as two nails broke the plane of her wet pussy lips and slid inside her. The idea that this alien beaver was fingering her didn't disgust her at all. In fact, the naughty depravity made her pussy walls swell even more, sucking the two fingers inside her. Her eyes rolled. Another clawed hand came up and pulled her top down. Suddenly air hit her now exposed nipples. Castor was sucking her left tit. His top teeth sank over the nipple, catching it in the gap between the large orange beaver teeth. The stimulation only lasted a moment.

Castor took his teeth from her nipples. And moved his head away. "I want to repay the favor!" He teased, sank his head down. Susan was sitting back and she leaned back further when the beaver alien got off the couch and on his knees. The beaver soft furry head made its way between her legs.

Susan was looking out at the fireworks biting her lip. She scootted up off the couch when she felt hand-claws trying to remove her panties. Her movment allowed the beaver between her legs to remove her soaked panties. She felt his head move between her legs. His hot breath on her mostly exposed, mostly shaven pussy. She'd need a shave, she realized...soon.

"Huuunnn," she moaned feeling a flat hot tongue lick up from the bottom of her pussy folds up. His tongue ran the crack of her pussy, and she thought he'd stick it inside. Instead, Susan got the shock of her life when she felt something hard but smooth on her swollen clit. The beaver put her clit in his teeth gap and slid them down. "OH MY GOD!" Sue shouted from the unfamiliar feeling. It was painful to have her sensitive clit pulled from her body like that. But soon a tongue ran over the clit that was now in the beaver's mouth. "OH MY GOD!" She repeated, the pleasure and pain mixture from having her clit stretched and licked was almost unbearable. The beavers tongue began to flap back and forth on the swollen clit stuffed between his teeth gap. "OH GOD! OH GOD OH GOD!" Susan screeched at the top of her lungs. The sound of fireworks and cheering from below barely drowned her moans out.

She was on the edge of something powerful. Her clit continually battered around by the alien tongue, stuck between his teeth. Her hand came down and pushed soflty on the top of Castor'd furry head, trying to lock him in place....maybe forever, Sue thought. She never wanted this sensation to end. "Ohhh Casstooor, oh God, oh my goddddd, never stop, never stop," she moaned, her free hand running through her hair. She was cumming. Pouring her human honey into the beavers waiting mouth. Her eyes rolled, eyelids fluttered, and cheeks blushed. She caught words spelled out in exploding fireworks......

"WELCOME SUSAN STORM!"

A climaxing Susan rolled around, coming down slowly, smiling ear to ear, rubbing her head in almost disbelief. Welcome indeed, she thought.

Castor released her engorged clit, licking the whole pussy clean once more, causing Sue to further squirm on the couch. He picked his body up and was pleasantly greeted by a blushing Sue. She planted small kisses all over his head.

"Amazing," she cooed. "Thank you," she found herself soflty saying and kissing him over and over with small pecks. Castor brought her face down and put his lips to hers. They were kissing again. Now more passionately. No more eager. Sue ran her hand over his suit pants until she found the great big bulge she was searching for.

The beaver groaned when a hand gripped his hard prick, covered only in slacks. His head sank back down to her wonderful tits. It was only for a moment. Sue was busy undoing his buckle. Then she unzipped his fly. His cock came out a hole in his trousers and her head shot down to receive it in her mouth for the second time.

Fireworks burst outside the gazeebo shaped tower top. Castor now looked out, enjoying the display while he got his cock good and sucked. He didn't want her to stop, but the casino owner wanted more.

She seemed to read his mind and pulled her mouth or his hard black curved cock. Susan Storm laid back onto the couch, th beaver following her, taking of his suit coat, and unbuttoning his shirt. Sue scooted back and lifted her dress up around her waist, exposing her nude lower region to the beaver. He licked his lips at the sight of glistening wet pussy, remembering the savory flavor from moments ago. Castor quickly slid his shirt off, and then pushed down his pants and trousers. He wore only a white undershirt, hugging his fat furry body. His pants down by his ankles and his fat slick long black alien cock curved up to ceiling. Susan just stared mouth agape, her legs wide open now, top pulled down, tits heaving with each anticipating breath, the dress only covering her stomach.

The beaver moved down between her legs. There was a poetic irony about all this, Susan suddenly thought. Rocket had failed her once again, had let her down, had cost them so much because of his ego. He lost their prize warship on a whim and all their credits on a hand of Poker or Sabaak or whatever. Now, here, in this casino he was about to lose so much more. One of Rocket's biggest enemies was about to fuck the Racoon's girl.

The beaver placed his prick at her swollen lips, teasing its entrance. That dirty and naughty irony worked its way into Susan's mind. This was and SHOULD be Rocket's punishment. His enemy fucking his girl. Enough teasing, she thought. She grabbed Castor's brown furry neck and slid her pussy onto the cock. "Fuck me Castor!" She begged meaning every word.

He did as requested, sliding his cock further inside the young human pussy. The beaver alien squealed and groaned in utter delight. She was tight.

Truth is, she wasn't. Rocket and her had sex plenty in the past day alone. But, sorry Rocket Raccoon, Castor Gnawbarque was bigger by three inches. And wider. His prick rubbed her walls, stretching them with each inch he slid in.

The woman's face was contorted in a mix of pain, pleasure and disbelief, her mouth in a unclosing "o" position. Inch after inch slid in then out. She didn't think she could be stretched, but this short fat devious little beaver man was spearing her wider and wider with each thrust. "Unnnnh," she meweled, feeling his prick begin to split open new portions of her love tunnel, long since closed. "Unnnnnnh," her voice trembled with another thrust.

Castor was an eager beaver. Eager to get it all in. He felt her accommodating to his size. So he pulled out less and less and shoved in more and more. Soon he was over her, pushing it all in until his furry pubic region pushed on hers.

"OH GOD CASTOR! OH GOD YOU'RE SOOO BIG." She screamed. "OH GOD!" Sue's mind broke, an explosion rocked the room just when Castor's cock rocked her body.

BOOM! Fireworks went off outside and inside the tower. "BOOM!" Another thundering fireworks exploded close to the tower shaking it, causing the lights to flicker and dim.

It was as if Castor was timing his thrusts. The sensation of the rocking tower only added to his fucking. "OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" She shouted.

BOOM! Another firework explosion pounded the tower.

"I'M CUMMING!" Sue couldn't hold on. Her body shook, her legs wrapped around her new lover. She pulled him in, locking her heeled feet together. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" She just kept repeating wanting him to know. Her body shook and then stiffened like stone.

Her pussy, on the other hand was clenching around the big black alien cock. The beaver couldn't fight the growing pressure and he pushed, his dick firing jet after jet inside her.

"Oh Castor," Sue looked up feeling his cum enter her. She brought him down for a kiss. The beaver alien felt his tongue sucked on. His wonderful orgasm spewed into her love tunnel.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A cacophony of explosions from outside. The "finale" was starting outside, just as it already had inside.

The new lovers stuck together, kissing and cumming while the fireworks literally and figuratively subsided.

The pair finally decoupled. Sitting, mostly nude and exhausted on the couch. Susan found herself under his arm, rubbing his chest hairs that poked from his white undershirt. "Are we done?" She asked.

Castor reached over and pulled a bark from the table and chewed. "Not even close....I gotta get my 5 thousand credits worth."

This made Susan laugh out loud.

The pair of new lovers redressed. No awkwardness between them. Susan found herself at the nightclub on the arm of Castor. They waded through a throng of onlookers, many trying to shake Susan's hand and get an autograph of the famed beauty.

"They love you," Castor noted, ushering Sue to a VIP lounge.

The pair had their very own bar and bartender. Susan wanted a mind eraser. And shared the Baluuran Whiskey of Castor's. She felt relaxed and refreshed. Alive and satisfied. More so than in months. Good booze and great sex will do that to you.

"I need to know something," he asked. "What do you think of Rocket's friend, Blackjack O'Hare."

Susan waved her drunken arms. "I fucking hate that guy!" They both laughed.

The drunken lovers made there way back to Castor's room in the 'headelier'. When they got off the elevator the laughter suddenly stopped. Castor's mood changed.

"Take off that dress!" The beaver man commanded sternly.

Susan gulped, fear killing her buzz as adrenaline set in her body. She'd heard he was crazy, and violent. Was now the time, after such a night, when it all came out. Susan turned. "Can you help me?" She pointed to the zipper. She felt his hand move down and heard the zipper.

"Take it off. It's not yours." He said quite rudely.

Without turning around she did as told, letting the dress slip down. Her ass exposed to the beaver villain. She felt cold and afraid, powerless even.

"Bend over! Against the glass!" He commanded from behind.

Sue walked to the nearest glass wall, it bulged out a little and overlooked the gaming floor. Dozens of patrons, below her nude body, walking to and fro unaware of the nude beauty overhead. She felt clawed hands grip her waist and she gasped slowly. Her hands went to the glass holding her in place. A pressure was suddenly felt at her ass. One hand pushed her backside down, making her ass move up. Quite quickly a cock slid into her pussy from behind. She was still wet, from her orgasm earlier and his.

"Do you see everything down there?" He asked and slid another inch of black beaver cock inside the girl.

Sue nodded quickly biting her lip. "Yeesss," she let out with a soft sigh. She yelped when her hair was pulled roughly.

He didn’t stop slipping inches of cock despite grabbing her blonde hair. "Look CLOSER!" He commanded. "At the glass."

The heroine looked at the dark glass and saw what Gnawbarque wanted her to see. A reflection of herself getting fucked.

"Do you see it?" He snarled. And put his head next to her head and stuffed his cock into her, making the girl get up on her toes. "Tell me you see it?" He taunted in her ear.

"I SEE IT!" She squealed, "I SEE IT!" He was so deep in her she felt like he was in her stomach. She was literally impaled against the glass. But she couldn't help but respond to the brutal fucking. Her mouth was open, spittle flying in all directions.

"It's mine," Castor taunted. "ALL MINE!" There was a viciousness in his demeanor now. He moved his hands back to her hips. "ALL MINE!" The alien began to plow his cock in the human, pushing her up against the glass with his fuck-****. "SAY IT!" He snarled again.

"IT'S YOURS!" Sue shouted at the top of her lungs. "ALL YOURS!" To emphasize her point she began pushing her pussy back when he thrust. "I'M YOURS!" She was so horny from this intense fuck she began to squirt when she came, pouring juices all over the fucking alien and then the floor. Her tits were smacking against the glass pressed up against the mirrored glass.

Down below a group of male Mantracorans looked up to the beaver head shaped Chandelier. One young one saw what he swore were two new eyes. "I think it's got eyes now" he laughed and joked. "We're being watched."

His friend corrected him. "That's the back of the beavers head dude!" They went about gaming.

It was actually Susan Storm's erect nipples slapped against the glass, now visible to the floor due to being pressed to the glass.

About ten feet from the boys, the janitor was looking up to the same space. He noted the "eyes", too small to be such things. What concerned him more was a dripping from that same space. A slow leak from something up in the boss's "den". The janitor would have to figure that out. Boss can get cranky. The old short Baluuran janitor put his hand under the slow leak. It dripped into his finger. The worker sniffed his finger, then licked. A sudden surge in his loins sparked an unwanted and unexpected erection. "What's gotten into YOU!" The old janitor laughed walking away to get his tools and a ladder.

In reality, the leak was small holes in Castor's living space. The liquid was Susan's cum.

Above thr janitor's head Susan Storm was getting fucked to madness. Her face pressed against the glass as well as her tits. "OH GOD, IT'S ALL YOUR'S" Sue was starting to lose her voice she was screaming so much. The villainous beaver kept stuffing her cunt with black alien cock. Sue kept cumming.

It was Castor's time to finish. He held her tight and shoved hard and deep. Sue's tits and face smashed against the glass. "Yaaaaaas," he grumbled. His prick blasting a load at the very end of Susan's love tunnel. Soon, Sue's flowing juiced beneath their union mixed with his thick purple seed.

Castor stayed pinned to her. Pumping his last throes of joy into her cunt. Then he pulled out.

The Invisible Woman almost keeled over, finding her way back to her heels from her tip toes. Face and tits now resting on the glass.

"My, my," Castor laughed. "It appears we made a mess!"

Susan looked down. A large puddle of her love juices laid on the floor seeping into the mirrored glass. "Sorry."

The beaver waved his hands. "Now now, it's just as much me as it was you young lady." He admitted and pointed to his purple cum sloshing around and mixing with her love-honey. His demeanor once more calm and collected.

About an hour later, and a bath and another rough intense fuck later to be exact, Susan laid upon Castor, who was already snoring. She was blissfully tired, drunk and utterly well fucked.

She wondered when Rocket would return with the debt money.

In that moment, she honestly didn't give a shit if her ever did