Sue Storm Corporate Spy: Case: The Betraying Bartender! PART 1

Starring:

Sue Storm the Human Heroine!

Skulker the Kree Villain!!

The red skinned mutant Kree known as Skulker took a chug of the bottle of Baluuran Glaarf, a drink similar to Earth brandy. He leaned his head down, sniffing a yellow dust on his right index knuckle. The dust burned the nose of the criminal turned bartender. The villain stood in the small office in the middle of the large circular bar on the east end of the casino. The Coil as it was called.

He adjusted his vision on the side of his face that was robotic. The red skinned criminal wasn't going to go through his day off working if he wasn't drunk and high. Also, satisfied, he thought looking down seeing the bald purple face of the Argoran female. Argorans weren't terribly attractive but they had mouths. Currently, the Kree hoodlum was fucking her face. His hand went to her head, and Skulker literally began to fuck her head, causing the purple female to ****.

Argorans looked like purple fat walking puddles, thought Skulker. Especially this little one. His head was starting to get into a good space, despite knowing he'd have to work his day off. This made him fuck the alien girl's mouth harder. Train some skuzzing new meat, he sighed.

The door quickly swung open. "Excuse me, is Skulkk....OH MY LORD!" A blonde human beauty walked into the small closet that functioned as an office and a break room. "I'll come back," the blushing human gasped in shock and the female looked to the ground.

"Damn," Skulker muttered, he didn't know it was going to be HER he had to train. The beautiful Susan Storm, **** of Skulker's boss stood feet from him. "Nah...wait there." He commanded. The red skinned Kree stared at the beauty wearing a red crop top that couldn't contain that chest. The tight leather skirt was in stark contrast to the puddle of a alien stuffed into a black dress on the floor. With a good visual, Skulker now fucked the aliens face with fervor, his eyes on Sue's body. "I'm Skulker, and this is Cudji!" The Kree pointed to the girl on the ground sucking his cock.

Through **** the purple girl waved, letting her mouth get fucked.

"I think I'll wait outside," a blushing Sue scuttled out the door of the small room.

Skulker sighed in disappointment but still had a view of the beauty through the open slit of the door. The girl was nervously wiping the bar table down. He ogled her form imagining it was her throat he was fucking. He grabbed both sides of the hairless Argorian head and began to fuck hard. His eyes on Susan Storm who placed the mats onto the table. He got a view of the Invisible Woman's ass in the skirt. when she bent down. It was the visual he needed. The Kree pushed his cock deep into the purple aliens mouth and began to cum.

The Argorian girl began to literally **** on cum. "Mmmmpppffff," she cried out, a spasming cock stuffed in her throat. Tears welled in her eyes and she did her best to swallow, but soon blue Kree cum ran from her nose. Her head pushed to until her nose holes hit his pubic region.

The Kree finally pulled his prick quickly from her throat. His once hard cock, already began to soften even before leaving her mouth. He cared very little about the coughing purple female. His mind and thoughts were on Sue Storm as he zipped up his pants and left the girl gasping for breath in the office.

Still zipping up his pants, the skinny red Kree was intrigued when he came out into thr bar area. He watched the human work and it seemed Susan had some knowledge of bars. "Sorry you had to see that."

Susan was wiping glasses. She laughed. "I've seen a lot worse than a guy getting his dick sucked."

It was shocking for Skulker to hear. He'd expected differently from the woman known as Susan Storm, but even he'd heard rumors. "You seem to have some experience!" Skulker stated.

Sue stopped in her tracks. "I'm a grown woman...I mean I have sucked a...." she stopped and blushed. "You mean behind the bar." The unintended faux pas had them both laughing. "I've worked a bar," she added. "I just need you to show me around."

Skulker smiled and began a small tour.

The purple alien popped out of the closet like office. She had adjusted her clothes and cleaned her face. The new human and the Kree barely noted her existence. "I'm heading home," Cudji the Argorian called to Skulker who merely waved her off not looking at her. Cudji noted where Skulker's eyes were...locked onto Susan Storm's ass.

"You can clean a bar Invisible Woman," Skulker joked to Susan. "Can you make a drink?"

Sue, herself, seemed giddy. "What you looking to drink," she smiled.

Neither Sue nor Skulker noted the rolling eyes of the purple alien. Cudji had been in Sue's spot not long ago. Good luck, the Argoran shook her head and walked away.

The Kree villain turned bartender didn't notice his dick sucker leaving. Instead, Skulker was intent on training his new employee. This human was given to Slulker by Castor Gnawbarque himself to pay off her debt.

Skulker crossed his arms. "Pour me a Gargleblaster?"

Sue walked over to the row of drink bottles behind the bar. "Angargal's....or...." But Sue stopped herself glanced back at the sleazy red skinned Kree with dreadlock hair slicked back. She smiled at him and grabbed the expensive liquor. "You're an Angargal's guy." The girl began to pour different ingredients into a metal cup.

It was quite a lot for one drink, thought Skulker but she was putting the drink perfectly together. He wondered where she'd learned all this.

"I was a bartender for a bit on a pleasure ship," Sue answered reading the Kree man's mind. She shook the drink in a metal container with ice, and then poured it into a glass. Then poured another glass. And another. And another. She handed Skulker one glass then picked up another.

The sleazy skinny Kree gripped the glass. She pushed her glass towards him. He clinked his glass against hers.

"Cheers," she told him and sipped her drink. Sue watched her new boss eagerly.

The alien brought the brim of the glass to his lips, smelled the drink and set it back. He took in the first sip. Strong, smokey and burning, just as a gargleblaster should be. His eyes fluttered. He didn't want to admit it, but it was one of the best he'd ever had. He couldn't admit that. "Needs something," he nodded.

"Tzin," Sue laughed sipping her drink. She was referring to the Tzin dust, a **** from the Tzin alien race in the positive universe. It was a narcotic that was highly illegal in this area of the Zone. Also a dust that usually lined the glass of a gargleglaster, quite like salt in margaritas on Earth. Sue chugged her glass. She picked up another.

Skulker chugged his own, wanting to keep up. He gripped the second glass after he finished his first.

An insectoid came up and requested an "Jallaar ale". Susan bent down to reach into the fridge to grab a baluuran ale, giving Skulker a wonderful view of her lower ass cheek under the skirt. She lingered and he wondered if it was on purpose. She came up finally and popped the top off the strong beer from Baluur.

Another alien, a sinewy being from Tarsuu ordered a drink. Sue was working the foot traffic. And Skulker started to work the orders from the floor. Bots raced in and out to retrieve drinks.

Susan and Skulker worked hand in hand, side by side effortlessly. Picking up each other's slack. Susan, meanwhile, poured themselves drinks. They were on their second Ginskys. Tharg's original of course. Sue commented that Skulker didn't look like he drank well drinks.

At one point, during a break in patrons walking up and drink orders, Sue and Skulker had a chance to chat and relax. Sue sipper a Ginsky from a straw! "Do you remember meeting me?" She asked coyly.

Skulker chugged his. "You mean do I recall the Kree-Skrull Alliance ship where there was the briefing?"

Susan laughed. "Uhhhh....I do recall that..." she joked. "You were right behind me in that crowd."

The brown skinned Kree mutant gulped. On that ship, he'd uck his hard boner right in her ass crack they were so close and the room was so packed. Right in her crack. She hadn't said anything. Then.

"Yeah....you're uh...gun was hurting my back," She knowingly joked and washed glases. "But I meant when Ronin had me under his control and we let you out."

Skulker did recall that moment, but was unsure Sue had. Then she floored him.

"Ronin said I needed a proper Kree mate!" She chuckled. "I got down on my knees right in front of YOU!" She admitted a scene they both recalled.

She remembered that? How, thought Skulker. Her mind was under control. He'd thought she bowed for Ronin!

Sue made a small gesture with her thumb and forefinger. "I was this close to blowing you!" She laughed and shot him a look. "But the fucking Avengers showed up.

The Kree villains heart skipped a beat. He recalled that, but didn't know the truth of the moment. "Cock blocks!" He joked.

Sue actually laughed. Then the cock blocking happened again.

"Hey babe!" A deep feminine voice called from the gaming floor. Susan turned to see a large whitish gray Baluuran female with a wild white mane. She must have been close to six and a half feet.

"Whose the new girl?" The brutish woman asked.

Despite her size she was rather svelte for a Baluuran, thought Susan. "Susan...Storm...of Earth!"

The alien female stopped. "THE Susan Storm of Earth!" She mocked the word Earth. "Bet you'd prefer Blastaar's dungeon more than this place!" She referenced the enemy of the Fantastic Four. The woman undid the flap of the wooden bar and walked back to the private bartending area. "I'm Desiaar...you can call me Desi!" Her lightly furred white hand gripped the Kree man's hand. "Can we talk for a minute about you changing my shifts!"

Skulker nodded. "I'll be back in a minute!"

The Invisible Woman snickered. "Suuuuure," she joked softly.

Desi and Skulker entered the small closet like office in the middle of the round circular bar. The walls of the office were literally the back of the multi-layered shelves of ****.

Those shelves began to move minute later. Sue gasped and wondered if some would fall. Noises spilled from behind the door to the office.

"Oh baby....oh Skulkie...don't stop!" A now highpitched Baluuran voice shouted.

Susan quitely made drinks, knowing that the patrons were intent on hearing the joy in the office. It didn't last too long.

Desi soon exited the office, her white shirt and cargo pants slightly disheveled like her hair. She adjusted her white lipstick in the mirrored metal of the bar. "Nice to meet you!" She nodded to Sue with rosy cheeks. The hulkomg girl finished her white makeup. "He's taken," she shot Sue a icy glance and sauntered away humming.

"Ohhhhkkkay," Susan laughed cleaning glasess.

Skulker came out fixing his pants, belt and zipper. He walked over and took an order. Sue laughed. She pointed to his neck, and Skulker looked in a mirror to see white lipstick kisses. He wiped them away.

"A girlfriend?" Sue chuckled serving the droid trays a handful of brews. "Ive heard about you!"

Skulker wanted to know what she'd heard.

"Well," Sue stated, fixing the bar, "after the briefing when you were behind me, I asked Lauri-Ell about you." She spoke. She cut Skulker off from responding. "She said the two of you used to bang," Sue continued while grabbing fruit from a bar to put in bins for use in drinks, "and when we met up with Talla-Ron," she pointed at Skulker, "the two of them ALMOST threw down over YOU apparently." Sue was speaking of anorhrr member of the Lunatic Legion, the group of Kree that Skulker was a member of.

The brown skinned Kree smiled. "I care for them both!"

Susan Storm laughed. "What about Kona-Lorr, do you care for her?" She said. "Cause I heard you were screwing the Lieutenant whem she was still with your boss Galen Kor!"

The cocky Kree laughed. "No comment!" To admit he was screwing a superior, let alone a superior's mate would be a Kree **** sentence. Despite all she said, Skulker heard but one thing...."you asked about me?" He smiled as if she'd given him ultimate power.

The blonde blushed. "Ummm....maybe," she but a cherry like fruit.

Susan had asked after that moment. What was it, a few seconds? Minutes? It felt like a lifetime. Skulker had pushed up behind her. She briefly looked back seeing him. Recalling him. How she fell to her knees. They locked eyes way back. Then he was behind her. Closer. Closer. Until she felt his breath on her. Until she felt him behind her. Until she felt it....it...on her behind. He pushed it in her crack. Pushed it. She could kill him with a flick of a wrist. She didn't. She hadnt. She let him remain. Kree generals, skrull admirals spoke. His essence in her asscrack. Only small pieces of clothing separated their forms. He pushed and she was on her toes in her boots. He held her there. Hands on her waist above her navel. And she held his hands. No words. Just pressed bodies in a crowded room. Did anyone even notice.

That moment—that moment—she’d tried to forget it. The way his breath had skimmed her neck. The way their fingers had touched unseen. The electricity. The betrayal. Hers. To Reed. To herself. Why hadn’t she pushed him away? His...his HEAT behind her.

Now here they were. Close again.

Castor’s Casino never slept—not in the Negative Zone, not under the triple eclipse of this resort moon. The center bar—The Coil—was a circular station of gleaming obsidian, alive with buzzing energy coils and patrons tossing credits like candy. Every species, every crime, every kind of desperation ended up here eventually. And tonight, at the heart of it all, two former enemies were slinging booze and banter like old friends. And drinking some booze too.

Almost.

Sue Storm smirked as she flipped a green, glowing bottle behind her back and poured without looking. “You’re on orange tentacle duty for rest of tonight. I’m not cleaning up that spilled Thrak juice special AGAIN!"

“Please,” Skulker drawled, sliding beside her. “Tentacles love me.”

“That’s not something you should be proud of,” Sue quipped, sliding the drink down the bar where a four-eyed slug caught it with a cheer.

Skulker was dressed in the standard casino server gear—a sleek crimson vest and dark pants that somehow still screamed “Kree rebel with too many exes.” His cybernetic eye flickered as it tracked drink orders. His living one? That was on Sue.

“You always this charming on the job?” he asked.

“Only when I’m working with intergalactic playboys who’ve dated half the Lunatic Legion.” She drank a shot and poured one.

He grinned. “And Lauri-Ell.”

Sue laughed. "And apparently Desi and Cudji too?" She cringed.

Skulker sipped his own booze. “So again...you asked about me?” Skulker said, delighted again.

“I was curious what kind of galactic trauma you were leaving in your wake,” she teased, picking up another drink.

“Well,” he said, sidling closer, “none of them ever tried to phase me out of existence, so I think we’re making progress.”

Their hands brushed as they reached for the same bottle.

They paused.

Just like on the Kree-Skrull command ship.

That moment.

A packed room. His chest at her back. Their hands entwined around her waist. The warmth. The buzz. The inexplicable silence from her.

Skulker’s voice dipped low. “Still think about it?” he asked. "That brief?"

A tipsy Sue nodded. “Every time you get a little too close with the shaker,” Sue said smoothly, then winked. “You grind up on me again, I might phase you into the floor.”

“You didn’t stop me last time,” he murmured.

“And you didn’t stop either,” she said, grabbing the bottle and pouring.

Across the bar, a group of rowdy Shi’ar gamblers watched them with amused expressions. One nudged the other. “They gonna kiss or kill each other?”

“Either way, I’m getting a refill,” the other muttered.

Sue and Skulker burst out laughing.

“Let them wonder,” she said, turning toward the next customer but speaking to Skulker. “I like keeping them on edge.” Good banter leads to good tips.

“So do I,” he said, his cyber-eye gleaming. “But I’d rather keep you there.”

Their rhythm was fast, familiar, flirty. Tossing bottles. Trading quips. And while they both wore collars forged by debt and survival, something between them remained untethered.

Later...

Castor’s Casino had gone quiet—well, as quiet as a crime-ridden, debt-soaked, neon nightmare in the Negative Zone could get. It was Annihil-night, the Zone's version of a weekday, and even the lawless had routines. Past 9 AIS, only the servo-droids worked the floor, clicking along with their dead-eyed grins and janky joints, taking stale drink orders from the few stragglers who didn’t know better.

Inside The Coil, Sue Storm was elbow-deep in broken glass, lemon rind shrapnel, and a crate of synthfruit. Her sleeves were rolled, her forcefield gloves off, and her cheeks were just pink enough to betray the shots she hadn’t not been doing with her coworker.

Skulker.

He was behind her again. Like that first time. But this time, it was casual. Comfortable. Almost too natural.

“You know,” Sue said, reaching for the Tzin vials, “you could’ve at least warned me your closet office had a rotating cast today.”

“Jealous?” Skulker’s grin was audible.

She didn’t look back. "Cudji?" She inquired about purple blowjob girl? The pudgy puddle was sweet and she smelled like cinnamon and wet moss. "Is that your thing now?”

“Cudji and I were talking business,” he said, voice faux-hurt.

Sue laughed. “Uh-huh. Same business you discussed with Desi ten minutes later?”

Skulker sipped a glass .“That was diplomatic relations.”

Sue rolled her eyes. “Oh, so now you’re an ambassador?”

“I’m very giving,” he said, sauntering beside her with that ever-arrogant Kree sway.

Sue gave him a look and tossed a bar rag at his face.

He caught it. “Hey. I’m not exclusive. You know how Kree culture is—fluid, free-spirited—”

“And desperately in need of therapy,” she deadpanned.

He laughed, shaking a bottle over two glasses. “Alright, alright. Truce. You deserve the good stuff.”

“Meaning?” She asked.

“Meaning,” he said, with a flourish, “you are about to experience the finest Gargleblaster in the Negative Zone. Infused with Tzin. Topped with whipped stardust. And laced with—wait for it—Anagargals liquor. Straight from the spine caverns of Sector Theta-Xon.”

Sue blinked. “That bottle costs more than my debt.”

He poured anyway, the liquid swirling like plasma. “One drink,” he said, pushing a glass toward her. “Promise.”

Sue hesitated, eyes narrowing. “If I phase through the floor and vanish into subspace, I’m blaming you.”

“Then at least I’d know where you went.” He joked.

She snorted. “One drink.”

They clinked glasses.

The Gargleblaster tasted like lightning, honey, regret, and good intentions. Sue coughed, eyes wide. “That’s illegal.”

“Technically, so are we,” Skulker said.

She smirked, swirling the glass. “So. You ever bother to learn anything about the Zone or do you just... sleep your way through it?”

“Hey! I’m very informed. I’ve seen parts of the Zone most Kree wouldn’t survive.” Skulker assured her.

“Yeah, through the ceiling vent of your closet office,” she muttered.

He laughed hard, full-on, shoulders shaking. “You’re not wrong.”

“I know,” she said, sipping again. “You ever been to the Bleeding Orbit?”

He nodded. “Once. With Desi. We got kicked out.”

“Of course you did.” She laughed.

“You?” he inquired

She nodded. “Recon mission. I was invisible. Watched a guy sell an asteroid to himself for tax reasons.”

He blinked. “That’s... impressive.”

Sue leaned in slightly. “The Zone’s full of strange places. Time doesn’t behave, people don’t behave—”

“You don’t behave,” he interrupted.

She raised an eyebrow. “Pot, meet cosmic kettle.”

They laughed again. Clinked glasses. One drink turned to two. Then three. Then... it was unclear how many.

By the fourth, she was lounging on the bar itself, head tilted, boot toe brushing his thigh. “You think you’re charming, don’t you?”

He had a grin. “I know I am.”

She leaned forward, barely a breath between them. “You think you’re winning me over?”

He grinned, eyes flicking to hers. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

Sue narrowed her eyes, then smiled slowly. “I’m only here for the drinks.”

“Sure,” he whispered, lifting his glass. “Just the drinks.”

Their hands touched again.

Neither moved this time.

And somewhere in the darkened corners of Castor’s Casino, the servo-droids buzzed quietly, watching two disasters waiting to happen unfold beneath the glow of the triple eclipse.

“Just one more drink,” Skulker said, tilting his head toward the floating orb garden just outside the casino’s hover-balcony. The electro-fireworks had begun, humming above like a musical nebula, casting glows of indigo and emerald through the glass dome ceiling.

Sue leaned back against the bar, feigning nonchalance. “I shouldn’t.”

“Then a walk?” he offered, his voice lower now, almost gentle.

“No strings. Just some fresh gravity-neutral air. I’ll even let you mock me the whole time.”

Sue hesitated, a small smile curling. “Tempting.” she stood. “But first,” she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, “I need the ladies’ room.”

“Of course,” Skulker said. “Use the private one in the office.”

He led her past the thrum of the bar into a small back room behind a sliding hex-panel. His office. A half-circle desk hovered over a cracked polywood floor, surrounded by stacks of bounty chips, scent diffusers, and posters from old stolen holovids. The lighting was soft pink, bounced off the reflective bottles of stolen Zone liquor lining a wall shelf. A tiny screen played a silent loop of some Kree opera concert. In one corner, tucked discreetly, was a compact private restroom. Sleek. Clean. Almost too clean for a scoundrel’s office.

Sue looked toward the door, then back. “I’ll use the main one,” she said, too quickly. “I like walking through the mess.”

Skulker gave her a knowing smile but didn’t push. “Don’t get lost.”

She exited the bar, heels clicking down the crystal-inlaid floor as the dull buzz of slot pods and synth-siren songs washed over her. Neon lights and stale smoke. A robed Krysokian sipping plasma wine. A Skrull couple in mid-shift bickering in six voices. Sue kept walking.

Inside the casino’s main restroom, she exhaled deeply and braced her hands on the sleek mirror. The room was bright and too white, everything sterile but reeking of overcompensation.

She took a moment. “Why are you nervous?” she whispered to herself, reaching into the dispenser for a facial mist. “He’s not even that cute.”

She touched up her makeup, smoothed her hair, and adjusted her dark leather skirt with practiced fingers. She looked like power. Like control. Like a storm with perfect lip gloss.

Still—her stomach flipped. Why?

She’d been courted by kings. Kang the Conqueror offered her entire timelines. Namor pledged oceans. Terrax wanted her beside him when he conquered planets. Some ancient emperor, Gaius something from post-Roman Wakanda-Africa, wrote her poems in bloody sand. T’Challa had been gentle. Scott Lang had stumbled through awkward declarations. Even Steve Rogers couldn’t hide the way he looked at her during battle briefings.

So why did Skulker—a two-bit charm merchant with a half-chipped tooth and swagger that reeked of desperation and fun—make her feel like this?

She took one last look in the mirror.

“Just a walk,” she said to her reflection.

By the time she returned to the bar, the fireworks outside the orb garden were intensifying, and Skulker stood with two drinks in hand, silhouette haloed by the lightshow.

Sue took the offered glass and sipped slowly.

“Just a walk,” she repeated.

“Sure,” Skulker said with a grin, “with a drink in hand.”

They stepped out together into the shimmering faux-night, two figures in a Zone that never slept, where every moment teetered between disaster and desire.

The paths twisted like veins in a dying god. Jagged cables, glowing conduits, and floating walkways hummed under their boots as Sue Storm and Skulker moved side by side. The deeper into the Zone they went, the less coherent reality became—but Sue had walked it enough times now to find rhythm in its madness.

They walked in silence for a moment longer until Sue spoke, her voice tinged with memory.

“I’ve seen the Maos Spires glow during the dark tide. Watched the Arthrosian Gyre devour a moon in reverse... The Zone is terrifying. But sometimes, it’s beautiful.”

Skulker gave a low hum. “You’ve wandered far. Not many from your side survive that kind of sightseeing.”

“I used to think I’d seen it all,” Sue said, glancing at him. “Then I came here.”

He chuckled, a rasp in the helmet’s voice modulator. “Kree space has its wonders too. Ion storms that sing. War-ruined planets blooming with engineered wildlife. But it’s all order and conquest. No room for madness like this.”

Sue nodded slowly. “I’ve barely seen Kree space. Always meant to, but... well. Life.”

They turned a corner and stepped out onto a round platform, suspended in midair with nothing but layered sky and stars above. Below, the Negative Zone spread in impossible directions—shattered continents hanging upside-down, rivers spiraling into black holes, and strange machines floating without origin.

Above them, the electro-works began. Ribbons of lightning danced across the sky, synchronized bursts of colorful discharges forming intricate spirals and sigils in the vacuum. Each flash ignited an echo, bouncing through the Zone’s folds like a thunderous memory.

Sue gasped softly, eyes wide. “Most beautiful thing in the Zone.”

Skulker turned. Slowly, deliberately, he reached an arm around her waist—not forceful, but firm. He shifted her slightly, positioning her in front of him, then closer. “No,” he said, voice low. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the Zone.”

She turned to look up at him—he was close now. Closer than she expected. She realized with a start that in her heels, she was taller. She felt the pull of instinct, the subconscious calculation of physical space. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her chin lifted. And their lips met.

A soft kiss. Gentle. Heads tilted just so. The moment was tender, almost innocent.

But Sue pulled back, breath catching. “I’m not—one of your hussies,” she said, suddenly flustered, the word sounding alien in her mouth. “I’m not... I’m not just some girl to impress with—"

She was cut off as the floor beneath them jolted, shuddering and lifting with unexpected speed.

“Whoa—!” Sue gasped, stumbling.

But Skulker held her firm by the waist. “Easy.”

Below, a scruffy bar-fly at a half-rusted control station gave them a thumbs-up, swaying a little as he nursed a glass Skulker had clearly paid to keep full.

The ascension orb platform rose through the bar’s ceiling as if on command, guided by levitation pulses. Sue nearly lost her footing again, but Skulker pulled her tight—she caught herself with both hands on his chest.

The sky widened. Explosions of light and sound rained down in shimmering pulses. Stars blazed like fireworks, painted in forbidden colors the Positive Zone couldn’t even imagine.

And then—Skulker kissed her again.

Not brief this time. Not hesitant.

His lips were firm, insistent, but not rough. Sue responded before thought could interfere. Her head turned into his. She felt the spark—warmth, danger, abandon. Her heel lifted from the floor involuntarily, just like in those old Earth films.

Do people really do that when they kiss? she wondered fleetingly, as breath left her.

Below, in the tavern, patrons hollered and whistled.

“I knew it!” a three-eyed alien cackled, nudging his mate.

“Stop staring, Varn,” she snapped. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

But no one looked away. Up above, silhouetted against a storm of light and flame, the bounty hunter and the heroine kissed atop the highest orb, framed by madness and stars.

And Sue Storm didn’t stop it. Not this time.

The sphere under Sue and Skulker suddenly shifted—soft seats rising from the floor like the whisper of a ride cue, gently insisting the two sit. They exchanged a look and, with a laugh, complied, shoulder to shoulder as the orb rotated slowly through a sky of synthetic stars and electric fire.

They kissed again, hands tentatively exploring finding each other, fingers entwining. Around them, other orbitals drifted into view, couples scattered like glowing fireflies on date-night rides. It was intimate—romantic, even—with bursts of electro-fire cracking above, showering down impossible blues, molten golds, and pulsing reds.

Sue tilted her head back, taking in the show. “How long does this go on?” she asked with a breathless laugh.

Skulker grinned, watching her more than the sky. “It’s a long one. They run it four times a night, each cycle a few hours.”

Sue nearly choked. “I don’t have that kind of stamina.”

“Hungry?” he asked casually.

She gave him a smirk. “A drink, now dinner? We’re skimming dangerously close to a date.”

She was about to shut it down—end the evening while she still had the high ground—when

Skulker asked, “Ever had Skrull Nagatyl?”

She froze. “Wait. Real Nagatyl?” she said. “Like... from the Mid-Axis territories?”

“The best in the Zone.” He added

Sue lit up. “Do they have T’Manja Berry pie?"

He answered, “Baked daily.”

Moments later they were walking hand in hand down the energy-lit promenade. Sue had forgotten how much she loved the gossip of galactic politics. She asked about the Lunatic Legion, about Ronan the Accuser, about the Kree Empire’s elite. Skulker made irreverent jokes. He called Ronan a self-important drama queen with a hammer complex.

They arrived at a sleek Nagatyl House carved into a suspended rock pod. They feasted on thick Nagatyl steaks, savory and sizzling. They drank strong glasses of Wallo, a bitter, syrupy Skrull ale that Sue couldn’t finish but pretended to. She repeated—between laughs and forkfuls—that this wasn’t a date. It was work. Diplomacy.

Skulker only smiled. “You sure?”

They finished with the pie. Sue’s eyes fluttered closed. She hummed like a satisfied animal.

“Johnny and Ben hate Skrull food,” she said, wiping her mouth. “But T’Manja berries? It’s like pickles and strawberries had a genius child. It works. I should’ve been born Skrull.”

“You’re too pretty to be a Skrull,” Skulker teased.

She gave him a pointed look, one that tried to say don’t push it, but her smile betrayed her. He was slick. He knew it.

Later, drunk and swaying, they walked back to the resort. Sue had her boots off, carrying them in one hand while barefoot on polished synthstone. Skulker steadied her when she nearly tipped over.

“Stop being charming,” she warned, still laughing.

He escorted her to her suite. The elevator rose slowly, her humming a half-remembered Earth song, and her head resting on his shoulder.

On the gaming floor below, a squat, three-eyed alien named Varn smoked a long plasma cigar while his mate pulled slots. As the elevator ascended, he spotted the pair.

“Wish I had his luck,” Varn muttered.

“In your dreams,” his mate replied, not even looking.

Outside her penthouse, Skulker whistled low. “Nice digs.”

“You’re not getting in,” Sue teased.

He grinned, but before he could respond, he pulled her into another kiss. Her body responded before her mind could intervene—her head tilting, eyes fluttering closed. It was deeper this time. Unapologetic. Her bare foot rose off the floor like a cliché from some old Earth movie. It didn’t matter. Her instincts weren’t arguing.

But she pushed him back, playfully. “You’re not getting in my room, Skulker. Or my pants.”

She tried to sound stern. It came out half-drowsy. “You won’t respect me if I let you in.”

He leaned against the doorway. “Respect’s not the problem. I just want to spend more time with you.”

He flashed her a grin. “One more drink?”

“You’re sooo smooth,” she slurred, shaking her head, trying not to smile. Sue stepped inside and closed the door on him.

Skulker blinked, turned, his cock hard, but he wasn't disappointed. He'd made headway....with Susan Storm. Not some rando Negative Zone space slut. Sue would take time to bed. No doubt. She wouldn't just....

Then the door creaked back open.

“Hey, Kree boy.” She was framed in the golden light of the penthouse, finger raised.“One drink.”

He didn’t hesitate. He stepped inside.

They never made it to the wetbar.

One kiss became two. Two became three. Then the count stopped mattering.

The AI in the room detected a shift in proximity and biology—its sensors long tuned for the pleasure of guests. The lights dimmed to soft blue nega-fire. Insectoid pheromones were pumped into the air, sweet and dizzying. The room was designed by Castor Gnawbarque’s creed: Keep them happy, keep them gaming.

The bedroom door opened with a hiss. Two silhouettes disappeared inside. The door closed behind them with a whisper.

Downstairs, the casino continued to pulse with life. The electro-fireworks still lit up the void.

Varn, now feeding coins into a black steel slot machine, yanked a lever. “Hope that Kree fella’s luck rubs off on me.”

The machine rang, lit, and chimed.

He hit the jackpot.

He wondered if the Kree bartender hit one too. That human was something else.

Above him, a glowing neon sign above Varn’s head promised:

"Everyone Gets Lucky at Castor's"

Upstairs, Susan was on the bed. Skulker, the skinny brown skinned Kree man was on top of her. Their kissing wild and passionate a dark purple tongue mashing against a pink human one.

This wasn't magical or the subject of fantasy. It was real. Skulker desperately undid his buckle and his pants. He was eager. More eager than he'd ever been in his life. He wasn't sure he'd ever get the chance to bed Susan Storm again.

He was so intent he didn't see the furious nature of Sue herself, reaching down to slip her panties off and down her legs. They were embarrassingly soaked. She lifted her skirt. Finally, in the darkness she focused on Skulker. She could see his hard brown veiny cock in his hand. It was hard, thick and huge. Sh gasped and gripped it. Her lips hitting his.

But her fingers on his cock made him groan in delight. His body fell forward, her legs widened and her hand guided his cock to her dripping and swollen lips.

He's gonna fuck you Susan, she told herself...so much for your four dates rule. You just met this prick. Kree scumbag and your gonna let him.....

"Unnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhh," Sue moaned as a cock slid inside her destroying her thought process.

The Kree felt the warm wet human pussy and struggled not to bust his load right away. They had flirted and teased. Kissed and touched. He'd been hard all night. Be he had to show her. She's never been fucked by anyone like Skulker. He slid a few inches in hearing her mewl. He pulled out and slid back in. Joy took a back seat to experience. He pushed and twisted. Counted paintings on the wall. Concentrate on anything. Anything but the exquisite cunt around his dick. He pushed his hips grinding his teeth.

"Oh Skulker," she cried out. "Don't stop....please don't stop!" She begged him.

He obliged his cock slid deep in. All the way. His body hit hers. He pulled out slightly and drove down hard.

"Oooohhh gaaaawwwwwwwwd!" Sue began to buck under him. He stayed still. Her legs entwined around his back, locking him like a vice. Her swollen pussy pulsed. Her eyes were in the back of her head. Her hands above her head gripped the sheets. Her feet locked together, toes curled and seized in place. Her hips moved. Her pussy fucking itself on his stiff still cock. "I'm cumming," she softly uttered and reached up to pull his head to hers.

In another passionate kiss he lost his fight. His balls tightened and his cock spurt Kree cum deep in her love tunnel. It was a full satisfying orgasm for him. And for her.

After several minutes of a kissing union. He rolled off, both staring at the ceiling breathing in disbelief at their first intense fuck.

Now the proverbial cat out of the bag. No tension between them, Skulker wanted more drinks. Hell. So did Sue. Still clothed, with cum stuffed up her cunt they made their way back to the bar and into the closet space.

Sue was wasted. Kissing and grabbing lead to kneeling. Right there were Cudji had done the same Susan Storm slid Skulker's cock down her throat. Slowly and deeply.

"Fuck....who woulda known Sue Storm can suck a cock." He uttered, head back in his desk chair.

Sue pulled off and sipped a bottle in her hand. "Wait," she said almost falling over, "how many blowjobs you get in this chair today?" She didn't stop for an answer. She slid her mouth back on the cock.

"Three," he smiled down at her. Her eyes on his, human lips wrapped around his Kree cock. She began to black out. Moments littered with memories. Coming to only to...well cum!

Doggystyle sex in the office. Then in her Jacuzzi hottub. Then the bed. Were the twin suns rising. Hell, she was sobering up they'd fucked so much.

The room was still. Soft with breath and heat.

Skulker sat up first, sheets tangled around his waist, skin sheened in sweat, a faint luminescence still clinging to his Kree tattoos like the afterglow of battle.

Beside him, Sue lay sprawled on her back, chest rising and falling, a wild storm of blonde hair against the dark pillows. Her smile was lazy, almost smug.

Clothes lay scattered like evidence—boots on the lamp, her gloves clinging to a wall hook, his jacket halfway draped across a sculpture shaped like a shrimp god. A trail of armorish clasps and underwear marked the path they'd torn through the suite like twin comets in a collision course.

The only light came from the nega-fire above—a low, pulsing red like a heartbeat. Romantic. Sinister.

Sue chuckled without opening her eyes. “My everything hurts.”

“That’s the Tumbleweed’s job,” Skulker said. He lit the crooked black stick between his lips, exhaling a slow coil of glittering smoke. It smelled like spice, heat, and maybe regret.

Tyannnan Tumbleweed. Banned in seven systems.

Sue wrinkled her nose. “Seriously? That stuff’s illegal.”

“We work here,” he replied, teeth flashing. “Who’s gonna report us?”

She gave him a side glance. “I might.”

He laughed and handed it to her. She took it, lips brushing where his had just been, and drew in a sharp puff. The headrush hit her like a dive off the Baxter roof—quick, dizzying, warm. Her toes curled beneath the sheets.

She blew the smoke upward in a lazy ring.

“Now that,” she said, eyes still closed, “was a date.”

Skulker folded his hands behind his head, grin like he owned the sky. “Everyone gets lucky at Castor’s.”

They lay there, letting the silence buzz.

Somewhere below, the casino roared with another jackpot.

Neither of them noticed.