Slaves, wine, and dating again: Sue's strange new life

Susan awoke with a yawn. Her dreams were vivid and dark. Images of destroyed cities, enslaved people flooded her mind all night. She momentarily rolled over in bed to embrace Reed, but as he eyes adjusted she realized her nightmare was far from over. The massive gray furred body of Blastaar moved as the villain snored in his sleep.

'Uggh', Sue groaned holding her head. She once again had consumed a large amount of the delicious Baluuran wine. The sweet wine was the only respite from this otherwise horrible scenario. She wondered if the wine was affecting her judgment, or was it the Negative Zone's affect on her. How long had she even been here. In Baluuran time, it had been several weeks now. She lost count of what that meant for Earth time. Two weeks could pass in the Zone for every hour on Earth. That was in some places, the difference in time changed in relation to a person's position. She had left at around noon on Earth, if she remembered correctly. After several weeks, it was only 2pm on Earth. Johnny probably was still with Crystal somewhere, he wouldn't be home for several Earth hours. This made Sue shudder.

She thought about how much she was already changing, as her mind seemed darker and more corrupt. The Zone had that affect on people, bringing out their worst qualities. She suspected this was why Blastaar kept her captive (though she was gaining more freedom). He knew of her time as Malice, and the anger in her soul, at her treatment back on Earth. The Zone was bringing out her displeasure with being treated like the proverbial damsel in distress. Though she was now regarded as a powerful member of the superhero community her own team treated her as a den mother, while her husband often treated her as an annoyance interfering with his work. Was that how she really thought? She shook her head to clear these emotions.

It wasn't just her team that fed her anger. It was the public she protected as well. Sure, she'd give speeches and be praised as a model woman and heroine, but she saw the leers of men. How they stared at her as a piece of meat, a pin-up girl. These men who were beneath her. Even heroes and villains had looked at her not as a champion, enemy or a threat. They saw only her boobs, and ass, and tits. Wimps like Namor, T'Challa, Steve Rogers, even the moody and petulant Victor Von Doom has pined for her affections. These weak men never saw her potential. Her power. Whoa, Sue thought to herself, her mind drifting once again.

The problem wasn't just her mind. She removed the blankets covering herself and Blastaar and looked down to see the “hole” that was once her tight vagina. There was no other word for it. Blastaar's manhood had expanded her most private place. “You shouldn't have given yourself to him,” Sue remembered the night she gave him a reward for presenting her with the terrorist from Shadow City. Since then, as before, her took her nightly, and her womanhood displayed the consequence of their union. She looked over to see Blastaar's massive cock erect and bobbing above his stomach as he breathed in his sleep. Secretly, she had begun to notice his manhood seemed always erect in her presence, and it gave her a shameful thrill. It was as if he was saluting her beauty. Unlike anything Reed had done, be it flowers, cuddling, apologetic love notes when he was called away, Blastaar's constantly erect cock gave her a pride in her appearance. “At least Blastaar notices me,” she laughed.

She tore her gaze away from his cock, right before she instinctually licked her lips. She was a captive, she told herself, and refused to give in to the darkness that swirled around her mind an body. She was hungry, but she was also thirsty. A thought came to her and she smiled evilly, the darkness again flooding her mind. This time she indulged her thoughts, and picked up the control box on the nightstand.

The box was fitted with numerous controls, and Sue wondered if it wasn't based off of Psycho-man’s own technology. The thought that the “student” was becoming the “teacher” made her giddy and giggle. She hit the “call” button on the remote box.

Moments later, two slender men, wearing nothing but white silk cloths around their waists came in the room. One had long black hair, and the other long brown hair. They both looked rather effeminate in high heeled sandals.

“Lift your skirt Whitney!” Sue laughed. “I'm thirsty!”

Bentley Wittman, the former genius known as the Wizard did as his mistress instructed. He walked over, with his hands out in a dainty manner. He had accepted his place by this point, and there was no reason to whine anymore. Besides, complaining resulted in...um...unpleasantness,

Susan Storm-Richards watched as “Whitney” as she called him sauntered over and lifted his skirt. “Adorable”, she put her hands to her mouth still amazed out how his cute little package had turned out. Baluuran science was far more advanced than many thought, and this was probably due to stolen technology from Reed himself to Hank Pym to the Skrulls, the Shi'ar, maybe even Annihilus. Sue didn't care, she was just so proud of what she had done to her former enemies. Under her instructions, she had their penises shrunk down to a size similar to an ancient Greek statute. Hard, Whitney's cock was four inches at its peak. What she took the most pleasure out of was the ball-sack. The color of his skin was off, as his testicles had been removed. Sue had them replaced with an amazing technology that combined Pym particles with other innovations.

The Invisible Woman reached out with glee and rubbed the balls in her hand. She felt the hard metal, and noted Whitney grunt from the feeling of her hands. The metallic balls still allowed for pleasure, but they also meted out punishment when necessary. A simple push of a button on her control box and a shock of electrical energy would course through her slaves bodies. She could dole out whatever intensity she desired, for whatever length of time she saw fit.

The young woman knew this didn't help to block out the coursing moral darkness inside her, but she reveled in the sense of power over these two worms who had delivered her to this place. Instead of the mines, Susan Storm-Richards had sentenced these two to something much worse. Effectively, she had them castrated. At first she was ashamed of herself for enjoying this punishment. Now she openly believed they all but deserved this. Why not, they were horrid little peons who had amounted to little in their former lives.

Sue began to rub the small penis in her hand, watching it grow. “Awww,” she cooed, “Is Whitney enjoying her morning,”

The Wizard couldn't fight her now, the feeling in his new balls began to swell. “Yes mistress, thank you!”

“Macsy,” Sue turned to her other ****, Mac Gargan, “please retrieve my goblet!”

“Yes mistress,” the slim man nodded, and walked over to the table. Once and imposing muscular man, he was now slim and hairless all over. Once his balls were taken, like Bentley Wittman, he began to display feminine features. He did as ordered and handed the golden chalice to Sue.

Susan grabbed it, and held it below Whitney's cock as she jerked it hard. “Come on Whitney, show mamma the goods!” She leered up at him and winked as she pumped his small cock.

“OH GOD MISTRESS!” Wittman cried out, feeling his balls turn. The first jet of the purple liquid flowed out from the tip of his cock. It began to flow as Sue continued pumping his cock.

“There we go,” Sue smiled looking down as her cup began to fill with Baluuran wine. This was Sue's crowning achievement. Sue had gotten Baluuran scientists, with the help of Wittman himself, to create a wine distillery, and shrink it down with Pym particles. While one ball delivered pleasure/pain, the other created wine that would act as her ****'s orgasm. This way, Sue would forever have access to her delicious wine.

The cup overflowed, and Sue pulled it away, putting her hand over the top. “Clean it girls,” she snapped her fingers and pointed to the wine on the floor. The two dropped to their knees and licked up the spilled wine. Sue sipped her chalice, “Mmmmmm,” she moaned in pleasure.

“A Queen should not get drunk so early,” the booming voice of Blastaar stated as he exited the bed, causing it to bounce up. Sue had to catch her glass again.

Sue rolled her eyes, “When you find your Queen I'll let her know!” She laughed with a hiccup.

Blastaar was unamused, he pulled his blue pants up over his cock, which Sue had been watching like a hawk in her drunken state. “I have business with Tanjaar.” He told her. Sue grinded her teeth at the name. She was sure he was amassing a fleet to invade Baluur and take Blastaar's throne. All because of her. “Be ready later in he afternoon, I wish to take you out!”

“Take me out?” Sue sipped her wine, slightly intrigued by what he said. “Where? Why?”

Blastaar reached his large hand over and grabbed her chin in a way that was more tender than ever before. It sent an excited chill down her spine, she didn't want to admit. It's the wine, she told herself. “My Queen requested a 'date',” he answered her. The large king walked past the two slender slaves and exited the room.

The words echoed in Sue's mind. A “date”, she thought, like an actual date. She had said that as a joke a while back. Did he really think she wanted that? Did he really think she'd go? Could she actually say no?

A hour later, Sue sat in the hot bubbling waters of the large in ground hot-tub that was adjacent to the gym. There were large columns, almost Roman in their design. The whole opulent room was decorated with ancient busts, but not of humans. The stone heads of Baluuran kings and queens lined the room. Sue twirled her glass as she thought about the word “date”. She sighed, wondering why she was going over this word in her mind. It had been years since she went on a date. Reed rarely had time for such things.

Trying to relax herself, she grabbed the control box next to her. She turned the intensity button up, and hit the switches that would deliver pleasure to her favorite slaves. Wittman was to her left, and Gargan to her right. They stood on stone slabs, motionless, and completely nude. She heard the buzz of their machine balls whirl to life.

“Oh god mistress, thank you,” Gargan ran his hands through his long brown hair. His dick was growing as much as it could. The sensation was nothing like he'd ever experienced. At first, he had hated her for taking his balls, but now, he had accepted the mix of pleasure and pain. It was like a thousand hands stroked his cock and his balls.

Sue tuned up the intensity and put the box on the side. She got into the middle of the pool and opened her mouth. The two men began to spray wine from their cocks, like living fountains, and it splashed all over her face, and down her ample chest. She drank it in with a smile, as the wine soaked her hair. Sue laughed as wine-cum rained down on her. She found these small tortures of her slaveboys rather freeing, allowing her to delve into a facet of life she had never experienced. There was also a physical freedom allowed to her, to roam and explore the castle and ground more, when Blastaar saw her indulge in these twisted games.

After several minutes, the pool was blood red from the mixture of wine and soap. Sue dunked her head under the warm water. Her living fountains still poured their new manhood into the pool. She found herself drunk not only on the wine, but the idea of a strange date with this brute. It seemed so wrong, so naughty. She imagined walking into a restaurant in downtown Manhattan, on the arm of one the Fantastic Four's oldest and most savage villains. How strange and exotic it would look. What would the people say when they saw? What would the tabloids say? Sue laughed at an imaginary image in her mind of herself and Blastaar on the cover of “US Weekly” or “People” magazine. For a moment, she thought she would actually pay to see the hilarious reactions of all her “suitors” seeing her with Blastaar of all people, or make that creatures, since he was far from human.

What could really be the worst that could happen, as Blastaar had already taken her. She recalled dates from the past. She had a power over men on a date. She controlled the outcome, and had them eating out of her hands. Again, the idea of power sent waves of excitement over her form. The thought of an actual date with this Baluuran Warlord gave a mischievous thrill.

Hell, she realized, unlike dates with Reed and others before him there would be no awkwardness, no uncomfortable silence, no wondering how it would turn out. She was certain the date would end in sex. On dates with Reed, it was she who would wonder if some Earth shattering threat would call her lover away as always. There was no doubt with Blastaar of the outcome. He would take her. This too, gave her a unexpected delightful chill that ran down her spine to her womanhood.

Emerging from the water, covered in red wine, Sue smiled. “Come slaves,” she snapped her fingers. “I need to get ready!” She found herself nervous and giddy, as she prepared an outfit in her mind. She hadn't prepared for a date in ages, let alone one where she would have the full attention of the male she was with. This time, this date, she would ensure that Blastaar's full attention would be drawn to her and her alone.

Hours later....

Blastaar drank strong Baluuran **** equivalent to Earth whiskey as he waited in the large lounge of the castle. He had on silver armored arm bands, a silver codpiece and silver armored boots. His large chest was visible, as this was akin to a tuxedo on his planet with his people. “Where is she?” He crushed his mug.

“She is coming your highness,” Yunaar nodded, replacing his cup.

“Good things come to those who wait, your majesty,” Sue said from behind them.

Blastaar turned and took in her body. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, with a blue tube top, bearing a similar color to Blastaar's uniform. In the middle of the top, was a large hole that exposed her breasts. Her hair was long and straight, with as shine to it. Sue had done her make-up dark and black, with black eye-liner and lipstick. It seemed fitting to her to wear black. Her nails were done black as well. Her long legs seemed to shine as well, with strap open-toed silver six inch heels wrapping around her calves. The outfit was more for a teen going on a date on Earth, than a formal event. Blastaar grunted, in an almost approving manner. It made her giggle. Her two hand maiden slaves walked with her.

“I trust you like what I chose,” the gorgeous blonde spoke seductively and turned for him.

The King of Baluur waved his servants, including Yunaar and Sue's slaveboys away. “Leave us!”

As the paid exited the castle, and were escorted to a limousine like speeder, Sue found herself somewhat giddy with anticipation. She had not been paid attention to in such a manner for what seemed like ages.

They did not dine on Baluur, as the King and his consort could not find privacy on the throne-world Instead, Blastaar took her to a far off planet, just the two of them and the driver. Far away from Baluur space, they would have privacy.

“Don't you think it would still be dangerous,” Sue asked as she gazed out at the stars while the speeder pushed through Negative Space.

“Susan,” Blastaar laughed, and poured her a glass of wine, “Do you really believe that with my powers, and yours combined that ANYONE could harm us?”

Grabbing the glass, Sue took a sip as she thought about his statement. Really, if anyone came against them, woe be to them. Their powers were vast, especially together. In fact, Blastaar's bomb-burst formed an energy field not unlike her own ****-fields when she projected them out in aggression. Honestly, their powers were rather compatible. “Yeah, we'd fuck shit up,” Sue laughed out loud feeling another sense of freedom in her foul language. She'd never say words like that back home. It just seemed so appropriate here and now.

When they arrived at the restaurant, she was surprised at the looks. Clearly, inter-species relationships were frowned upon, and this small human female with the brute of a Baluuran must have been a sight. It actually added to her excitement.

Blastaar ordered everything on the menu. The idea that she was truly on a date with this villain made her tremble with a naughty pleasure. What Sue noticed the most was how Blastaar didn't act like a gentlemen. In fact, it was quite the opposite, he drank his liquor like a viking, or chugged it, was more apropos. She watched the drink flow down his main, and couldn't take her eyes off his massive chest. She was seeing him in a different light at the moment, and the days worth of wine drinking helped.

She sipped from her glass, this time, a new green wine with a tangy fruity taste, never taking her eyes off Blastaar. Maybe she never looked at the beast. He was a huge and hulking muscular male. There was no doubt. This brute had power, and exuded it, not just from his superhuman abilities. There was something actually attractive about this villain, she thought, crossing her legs as she felt flush.

There was no sense of urgency from him, like other men on a date. No lack of confidence. Makes sense, Sue joked in her mind, he's already fucked me. It was the first time she used such words in regards to their lovemaking. At first, yes, Blastaar had taken her. Could she say that now? Were they not lovers? Is this our “date night”, Sue again joked to herself. That was one more with Blastaar than she'd had with Reed in a year.

The great warlord was at the same time ogling this woman. Her breasts were large and full. The shirt, so tight he could see her nipples begin to harden, barely contained her tits. When she got up to use the bathroom, he watched her ass sway in the skirt. He had done well in picking the garb for her closet. Earth woman knew how to dress seductively in a way that Baluuran females could take a lesson from. It occurred to him, how truly female young humans looked, unlike the females of his own kind. When she sat back down again, and crossed her legs, he watched her heeled feet bob up and down. He realized he had chosen his consort wisely, and not just for her powers.

There was something more as well. He had fucked her, and smelled her cunt. Yet now, without sex, her scent filled his nose. He could literally smell her sex, like a wafting cloud. Was she wet? Was she excited? Finally?

The alien waiter, a tall long nosed male alien, of a species Sue didn't recognized came back and put a plate before them. It had a metal cover over the food. The smell was strong, and unpleasant. The waiter nodded to Sue. She was aware of his stares, and eyes upon her body. For some reason, she felt this male to be beneath her. In fact, she kept waving the weak alien away. Blastaar lifted the top off of the plate.

Sue grimaced at the site of two round brown moving orbs. There were tentacles coming from the small creatures. They appeared to be still alive. She almost puked at the disgusting site and smell. Blastaar lifted one in his hands, and it squirmed around his large paw of a hand. “These are a delicacy here,” he told her. “It is why I brought you here.” He bit into the creature, and only a small portion remained. She watched him swallow.

The Invisible Woman did love to try new things, but this was so different and strange. She watched the big purple alien cook with to floppy elephant ears observe her from the kitchen with a smile. If she didn't eat it, that would be rude to the people of this planet. She sighed, and grabbed the creature with two hands. It's like sushi, she told herself, even as she felt tendrils wrap around her fingers. She wasted no time, and just inhaled the creature. With a big bite she felt it crunch and explode in her mouth. That's when the juices of the small being hit her taste buds. It was a wondrous taste that no human had ever experienced, and she probably could never describe the sensation. It felt as if her taste buds got shocked by a defibrillator, and suddenly came alive. “Oh god,” Sue fell back into her chair, catching some juice in her hands as her eyes rolled. She began licking her fingers to get every bit of the taste. “Glorious!” She muttered.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it,” Blastaar said as he poured more green wine in her glass. “It is an aphrodisiac.” He smiled slyly.

“Then lets get two more,” Sue returned his devilish smile.

They ate two more each, in fact, and Blastaar regaled her of how this world was under his rule and protection. Normally dates would try and impress her, but this was different and refreshing. He was merely explaining the extent of his power, and how the regent reported to him. Maybe he was trying to impress her, she figured, but strangely it was working. Just how vast was the stretch of Blastaar's might? She found herself enthralled to hear every detail.

Blastaar excused himself and went to the restroom. The waiter returned, and poured more wine for Sue. He finally spoke directly to her, and Sue felt a twinge of anger at this for some reason. “Madame you do know who that monster is?” He looked at her with pleading eyes. “You should seriously reconsider your company”.

Anger built from Sue's stomach, and boiled over and up to her head. When she turned to him, momentarily her eyes went white, blocking out her pupils, then returned. She regained her composure and sipped her wine, trying to seem unaffected by her words. “Would you rather I be out with some like you?” She looked over at him with disdain and then back to her drink. “Someone so weak.”

The alien shook his head, “No Madame, I didn't mean to insult, I'm just saying he is dangerous!”

“Trust me,” Sue chortled, “I can handle him. I may be the only one.” She waved her hand. “You're beneath me. We're basically gods to you and your people.” She couldn't believe her words, or maybe how much she believed them. “Be gone, leave before I tell him what you have said.” As the waiter hurried away, Sue smiled widely. Damn, that felt good, she thought.

Blastaar returned and asked what was said. Sue told him “it was absolutely nothing of importance”. Truly, at that point, it had no importance to her. Just a pathetic worm, trying to relate to a woman of her stature. She wanted to here more of Blastaar's empire, it's all she could think about.

When the meal was over, Blastaar ordered the driver to take them to a planet that was uninhabited by a sentient species. Normally, he would have had a cadre of soldiers and bodyguards, but with Susan Storm-Richards, and her powers, coupled with his own, who would dare make an attempt to harm either of them.

Sue was shocked when Blastaar held the door of the speeder open for her. It was somewhat chivalrous and adorable. Then, he opened his arm, inviting her to place her own under his. Hesitant at first, Sue found herself locked arm in arm with Blastaar as they walked down a path towards a grotto. There was something oddly quaint about this moment, and Sue felt Blastaar's large muscles against her own as they walked.

Her eyes went wide, as she saw a rainbow of color pour from a waterfall into a river. There was little vegetation, and the double moons of this planet added to a vista, that Sue had to admit was truly romantic. She wanted to fight the odd feelings of comfort, but decided to just find some enjoyment in all of this as she gripped his arm tighter. She felt safe at that moment. In a way she hadn't in some time.

“Where are we?” She finally asked with a breathless softness to her voice, taken aback by the beauty.

“This is an uninhabited planet. It can be yours if you desire.” Blastaar pointed to the moons in the sky. Then he pointed to the vast amount of stars. He spoke then of conquest, of bringing order to the chaos that was the Zone. Of wiping out the cursed Annihilus and his Annihilation Wave. He explained with her at his side, there wasn't an army or a world that could stop them. Sue found herself hanging on his words. Was it the **** still? “You are the most powerful being I have ever encountered,” he muttered looking at her, “and by far the most beautiful.” She gazed into his large white eyes, with no pupils, and swore she could see herself. His head moved down close to hers. She found herself inching up on her tippy-toes to meet his face now only inches away. “You must admit our powers work perfectly together.” He put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. “A perfect compliment of power and ****!”

Sue closed her eyes, “Yes, they are pretty compatible,” she stated in a embarrassingly ditzy voice. What was happening to her. Could this night, this date, really have worked on her so effectively? She no longer cared, and moved her lips towards his, blindly trying to kiss him. She was rewarded with his large gray lips hitting hers. They began to kiss deeply, and she grabbed his heavy mane to pull him closer down and snake her tongue into his mouth. At that moment, it was the most glorious and romantic date she had ever been on. His hands groped her ass, and she smiled into the kiss. The skirt was not lost on him at least, as it would have been with Reed. Quickly, he pulled away, her eyes still closed, her tongue still out trying to find his mouth. She felt slightly empty, and finally opened her eyes.

“I want to give you something,” Blastaar said and reached behind him, into the pocket of his pants.

Sue's heart skipped a beat. On Earth, he was making a display that spoke of one thing: a proposal. It was only a matter of time, with all this talk of being Queen. She was already married, she told herself. Not here, the imaginary devil on her shoulder spoke to her. Blastaar had told her as much. I can't, the imaginary angel spoke in her mind. Sex is good though, the devil debated. Sex is GREAT actually, the angel surprisingly answered. Had she responded so wantonly now to his advances and not noticed, or was she simply afraid to admit it to herself until now. She was so lost, in the words of power and conquest, in the strange date with an alien, in the dark thrill from torturing her enemies, in all that had happened, in her new found sexual freedom. Someone spoke, and Sue realized it was herself. “I will,” she muttered. Her face blushing, and her hands clasping in anticipation.

“What,” Blastaar said, and produced what looked like an I-pad.

Sue looked around embarrassed, and strangely disappointed. She twirled her hair, “I will accept what you give me.” She caught herself again sounding like a ditz. Why was she talking in such a manner? It infuriated her. Clearly, she had lost the control over him she had set out to gain on this date.

The warlord opened the computer and pushed a button. A display screen turned on. He hit “play” on a video. Sue's eyes widened. On the screen, was Karisma, her scarred face, sweaty and bleeding. She was bound and screaming. “I give you the one who did this all to you!” Blastaar stated.

She grabbed the pad, and almost broke it in her grasp. Her eyes went white, like Blastaar's as rage filled her. This was the woman who had tripped her, and stopped her escape from all this. This was one of the sources of her pain. She took a breath, and calmed her anger, which threatened to boil over. “I want her to join my slaves!” She looked up at Blastaar.

“Anything you desire!” He smiled. “My scientists can do certain things, to make her stay more enjoyable.” He was shocked when Sue grabbed his mane, and pulled him for another deep kiss. Right then and there, she sank to her knees, on the rocky ground. “What are you doing?” He asked as she began working the buckle on his pants.

“You have made my night with the date and this gift” Susan answered, finding the latch to undo his pants. “I'm going to show you a tradition we girls have on Earth when a date goes well.” She pulled the pants down, until they pooled at his feet. His huge cock flopped before her face. She was a little mad he was flaccid. That would change.

Blastaar grunted, feeling her tongue lick his tip. Her hands came up and encircled the base of his shaft. Her head went down lower to suck in his huge tip. His cock began to rise in her hands, and from the ministrations of her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip that was inside her mouth. Soon, his cock was standing at attention, and Sue laughed as she tried to suck more down her throat. It was saluting her once again. She no longer thought about how things had changed or how she felt. In that moment she wanted to please him as he had given her pleasure this night, with the dinner, and the walk, the attention, and the gift. It was her turn to give him something.

However, she soon found it would be impossible to suck his cock like this. She could only get about two to three inches into her stretched mouth. The purple cock was simply too fat and big. “You're going to have to help me out here!” She looked up at him with a smile. He looked down confused. “Put me on those shoulders big boy!”

She stood up, and was surprised with how easily, he grabbed her legs, and turned her upside down. He held her calved, and turned her down so her mouth was above his cock. His brute strength made her shiver with desire. She went about lowering herself onto his cock. His tip, then two more inches spread her mouth wide. She pushed herself down, to get another two inches. It was all she could muster into her extended mouth. That's when she felt his the heat of his breath on her sex. She began to moisten now, and when his long tongue lurched down and licked her panty covered pussy, she moaned loudly onto his cock. The moan opened her throat, and another five inches began snaking down into her throat.

Blastaar savored her taste, and licked and lapped at her pussy, which was now swollen and wet. It was a glorious flavor, much more delicious than her dry cunt. He felt her hands grasp his shaft again, and she began using the bottom of his cock as leverage as she pulled her mouth up and sank it back down onto his massive fuck-pole. “Mmmmuuuuunnnhnhhhhggghhhh,” her muffled voice reverberated around his dick, as he was rewarded with a flow of her juices into his mouth. He body shook and he held on tight.

Sue's eyes rolled in her head, as she came in the villain's mouth. She was held by the legs, sucking the monster's cock in a way she wondered if any human had ever experienced. It was a powerful orgasm, and rocked her entire form. If his tongue could do such things, what could this cock do, she thought, trying to see if she could bottom out on it. All she had to do was let herself go finally.

When her eyes focused again, and she regained control, she watched his huge softball sized nuts begin to tighten. She knew what was coming. Alarms went off in her head. Get your mouth off this dick, she told herself. She pulled her head up, and her throat began to shrink as inch after inch left came out. She eagerly continued to jerk his cock with her two hands. It was on her shoulder now, and she did her best to move down and begin to lick his balls. She knew if she tried to suck down the burst, she might be killed. That's how wonderfully strong this male was.

Up on the hill, by the car the driver was smoking Baluuran hookah pipe. He heard a massive roar, and recognized it as his liege. The sky lit up quickly with a burst of white energy. Like fireworks, the sky was lit up momentarily from where the King and his consort had gone. The Baluuran laughed, nodding to himself. He knew what it meant.

Minutes later, his lord came up, locked arm in arm with his consort. The girl was drenched in cum, her hair was dripping cum, her arms coated in bubbly white sperm, her shirt soaked, and she was flicking it off her hands. The driver's eyes went wide.

Blastaar walked to the car, and opened the door.

Sue stopped and looked at the shocked driver. “This is how good dates end on Earth.” She said and winked at the driver before getting in.