Porkum Strikes At Psylocke While Sue Storm Is Patrolling

Porkum waited for Sue Storm to be six blocks from the motel before he made his move. A grunt, a splash, and a white stream of ejaculate burst out into the air conditioning ducts. They dripped onto the fanblades, circulating his pheromones throughout the motel.

Throughout the building, women suddenly felt unexpectedly wet and horny. Whores found themselves throwing themselves into their work. Husbands found their wives unexpectedly amorous. One single mother, traveling with her 18-year-old son, found herself stepping out of the bathroom with nothing on, staring at the young man in the bed next to hers...

Psyocke frowned. She sensed the shift. The sudden swell of arousal all around her. Echoed in her own body. Nipples swelling inside her thin costume. Lips opening to pant in sudden heat as desire spiked inside of her. The police officers were fortunately out of the room, but it took all of her concentration to keep focused on Sue Storm, walking around like a whore on the strut.

A single finger pressed between Psylocke's thighs. Seeking some relief from this unnatural lust.

Utterly ignorant of the danger that was approaching her door.

Doctor Doom provided Porkum the keycard that unlocked acted as a skeleton key for the entire motel. The skull-cap, based on metallurgical analysis of the Juggernaut's helmet, that rendered his mind invisible to Psylocke's telepathy. The psychic mutant ninja was distracted, horny, and the blind spot in her senses had just walked into the room and dropped his trenchcoat.

Her nostrils quivered. Instincts screamed at her that there was something in the room with her. Desperately, she ripped Cerebro from her head—to see two feet of pink cock shoved into her face. Her nostrils rolled back, momentarily overwhelmed by his very smell.

Porkum grinned.

"Nice gams," he grunted. "Now...here's what's gonna happen..."