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She walked into the luxurious bedchamber, already naked.

The smile spread wide across Dorrek's face.

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Two massively-built Skrull warrior stood guard before the outer doors.  Other two were placed strategically farther along each stretch of the private access corridor.  All had extensive bruises on their face and knuckles.  Mostly the former.

The doors suddenly opened wide.

"What the fuck-?"  Multiple curses in gutter Skrullian rose up.  Heavy weaponry was unholstered and the guards deployed into the foyer.  After a lengthy examination, they returned to their position outside, puzzled.  No alarms had been activated at any time.

"Bl'kd, shouldn't we report-?"

"We have orders.  Not be disturbed unless confirmed extreme threat."  He slapped angrily the control pad to shut the door again.  "Shitty Xandarian systems.  Can't wait to get back home."

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Cries rose high and loud, filling the large room, followed by groans and moans and more cries at ever more urgent paces.  

The enormous phallus pushed forward, forcing tender flesh to yield before its massive girth, quickly reaching bottom with the power of its thrust, to then withdraw and repeat its motion back and forth with relentless fury, in and out of the drenched depths, the swollen pink trim of the entrance proving shy witness to the repeated rushing passage of the monstrous invader.

How could she take all that?  All of that?  So deep?  So hard?  It did not seem even physically possible.

Fists clenched handfuls of the silken bed sheets, trembling, and finally un-clenched in slow, gradual collapse into weak, quivering lassitude.

The phallus took a daunting long time to pull out, dripping plentiful fluids with its retreat.  

A hand reached for a nearby placed dispenser of clear, viscous fluid, and Susan Storm opened her eyes wide.  Surely he would not try that.  He could not.  He would tear her apart.

After a lengthy squirt and careful application of fluid, the bulbous huge head pressed against the puckered anal entrance, firmly forcing its way in.

A low, deep groan rose, like the desperate grumble of an injured animal, the first of many, many more.

No wonder, she thought, horrified.  He must be splitting her in two.

The thrusts began deliberately slow, but quickly built up its cadence, until it was a savage, brutal pumping that shook all of her body.  Soon the tautly contracted buttocks and spread thighs began to tremble violently, and hoarse cries rose higher than ever, as the raised perky rear was completely pounded down against the thick  bedding.  It took a long while for the cries and moans to fade into hoarse gasps, and the huge green penis finally exited the ravaged orifice, glistening with fluid, while her body lay limp, face down, and her eyes remained closed, the blue make-up running dark down her face with the sweat and tears, her loose straight brown head a sweaty mess spread around her head.

The scrawny, knobby-jointed, naked green Skrull body looked even more grotesque over the limp form of the unconscious Suzerain of Xandar, the oversized phallus still throbbing from its recent use of both her contiguous openings.  Still breathing heavily with the recent exertions, the green, dark visage turned around, towards the open door to the bedchambers, where Susan Storm stood, invisible.

"So, did you enjoy watching?"

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"Can we see go over the data now?"

"Why, of course, but it's quite late, Great Mind Richards.  Will your companion not protest?"

"Oh, she doesn't mind if I keep odd hours."

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"Let her rest here.  It was hard for her, as you saw.  Come, follow me."  

At the lounge with all-white-decor, golden liquid was decanted into a cut-crystal wineglass.  

"Will you have some?"

Again there was no reply, and the bony shoulders shrugged.

"The security system signalled the use of the access chip I gave."  The emptied wineglass was placed back at the beverage station.  "As you noticed, I was just too busy to welcome you then.  But I'm pleased you accepted my invitation."

"I'm just here to return these to you."  The holo and ID chips appeared next to the wineglass.  "I'm not keeping anything of yours, Dorrek."

"What about the dress?"  There was a long moment of tense silence.   "Are you still wearing it now?"

A thin layer of cloth began to appear in mid-air, becoming visible just as it was peeled off the body it tightly hugged.  More of the silvery fabric came into view as it slid down snugly Susan Storm's invisible body,  pulled, gathered, and shrugged off, briefly defining the contours underneath in its path, the shape of the jutting breasts with their pointed nipples, the trim midsection, and shapely hips, until it was finally left in a shimmery heap on the floor.  

"There."  The dress was kicked over by an invisible foot, followed by the two white-gold earrings reproducing the Fantastic Four logo, thrown down aggressively.  "That's everything.  Took it all off myself, too, as you said it had to be.  Satisfied?"

"Had to be?"

"What you said.  That clothes must be torn off men but a woman must be made to undress herself."

"Yes?  Ah, of course."  With a shrug, the Skrull sidestepped around the bundle of silvery cloth and the discarded jewelry.  "A pity.  Your body deserved such pieces.  Every best piece, really."   The thick, still-erect green phallus pointed at the area from where her voice came.  

"Not everyone gets what they deserve.  Even those who most should.  Keep your holos and do your worst, Dorrek.  I'll just face it."

"Yet you don't dare face me, here.  You hide behind your invisibility."

"I'm not hiding.  But I won't be-"

"Naked before me?  Yet I am naked before you."  The thick member oscillated heavily with each step taken towards her voice.  "Is that fair?"  

"I'd rather you covered yourself and that thing, actually.  There's no need for us to ever see anything of each other, ever again-"

"Aren't you watching me carefully just now?  All of me?  Taking your time?  Just as you took your time watching me fuck that hot Xandarian slut?  Did you get wet, watching us?  Did you touch yourself?  Did you finger your-?"

"NO!"  A bar stool was roughly thrown aside by an unseen hand, crashing noisily to the floor.   "I DID NOT!"

"Oh, don't be angry.  She was just a quick diversion.  A warm-up, while I waited for you.  There's no need to be jealous."

"JEALOUS?  I'M NOT-!  Alright.  That's it.  I'm out of here."  Another stool was pushed away.  "And you can't stop me, no matter what you say or do-"

"Really?"  At a tap on a control pad, the holo chip left at the beverage station was activated. 

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"These implications are beyond my ability to understand."

"I have to test and confirm, but if the results support the model, this may clear many standing issues with the prediction of higher-dimensional topology."

He could not wait to show Susan this.

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"Reed-?"  Sue's eyes opened wide.  "Where was-?  But... That's not me.  I wasn't there.  What's-?  Oh, fuck.  No.  No!  That's my husband!  That's...   No!  NO!"  

A moment of stunned silence followed, before she could finally speak up again.

"Why-Why is she-?  Oh, gross.  What-?  Really?"

She was shocked and disgusted.  But she still could not look away.

She thought she had been the only one who had been abused there.  But Reed was almost wholly unconscious.  He was basically being raped.  Her heart ached for him.  Even as she bristled at what she was seeing.  

And why was he so big down there?  So huge?  Was it like that for everyone but her?  What did that mean?  

To her relief, it seemed to be over quickly, but then the images just changed.

"Wait...  Ben?  What-?"

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Benjamin Grimm walked away from Alicia's apartment building.  A nice dinner at a discreet Italian place and then an open-air concert with his lady.  Didn't get much better than that.  He was glad he had skipped that stuffy event at Xandar.  They had probably all been bored to death there with speeches and whatnot.

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She had no idea.  No idea.  About Ben.  About...

Of course it wasn't her.  Ben must have figured it out, too, at some point.  Certainly had enough time to do it.  But still she felt perturbed, embarrassed, for both.  Even if she had nothing to do with it.  But it was still about her, wasn't it?  

How had Ben dealt with it?  With seeing her, after...  How could she now look at him and not think that...  Think about...

She shook her head.  This was going to make everything so uncomfortable, back at home.  How much worse could it now get?

"Wait, what...  Oh, my God... JOHNNY?"

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Johnny Storm groaned, sitting up, trying to clear his head.  He hurt everywhere.  Everywhere.

Rich was huddled in a corner.

"Hey, why are we both naked?"

"Shut up.  Just shut up."

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"Oh, no...  No.  NO!"

She covered her mouth.  Her eyes grew wider and wider.

Johnny?  Her baby brother?  How could he?  What was wrong with him?  How MUCH was wrong with him?

And come on!  Her breasts were already more than big enough.  Quite more!

Now she had to kill him.  She had to.  

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"Damn!  They locked the balcony doors, too?  Now how do we-?   Hey, don't look at me like that.  Really.  Hey, it's cold here."

"It's your fucking fault."

"What?"

"All this!  Why did you lose the fucking message?  Why didn't you even... try?"

"Hey!  You had no idea of how I was being distracted at that time!  No fucking idea!"

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The holo shut off.  Her mouth was dry, her body tense.  

How could this have happened to them?  She could have never imagined anything like that.

How would this affect them?  If everything was to come out, openly?   If they all to face it?  How would it affect their relationships?  How they regarded each other?  

It could change everything.  In many ways, it already had.  But to add public exposure?  Public judgment?  For all of them?  

It had changed everything.

It was no longer just about her, about her pride, or reputation, or self-regard.  Not anymore.

The stiff Skrull phallus brushed against the back of her leg and she instantly stepped away.  How had he come to stand right behind her?  Was she that distracted, watching the recordings?  Her voice and her gasps of surprise and disbelief must have given away where she was.  

"Was all that there?  All along?"

"Yes.  It was only fair to give all of it to you.  Don't you feel you had to know?"  

She grimaced.  "Some things it's better not to.  It's better that... nobody knows."  

She let out a long exhalation, in a mixture of both resolve and bitter defeat.  

"Nobody."

Her contours began to appear out of thin air, filling with the texture and color of her flesh and hair, from her head and feet and filling out progressively from each direction, revealing the complete volumetry of her unclothed body in all its detail, until she finally stood fully visible before the Skrull's hungry eyes, her fair-skinned body as fully nude as the shorter, far less-symmetrical green one facing her.

"This is what you wanted,"  she said.  It was not a question.

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"Don't worry.  I just need to rest a bit before I can get it on again."

"WHAT?"

"Jeez!  My flame!  Flame on and all that.  Are you touchy or what?"

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"Once.  Just once."

"A whole night."

"Fine.  One night.  This night.  Until dawn breaks.  And no more.  One night for you to have me."  

The Skrull nodded and stepped forward, making Susan move back by reflex, as if pushed backward by the pressure of the misshapen green figure approaching, a dark-green stain of ugliness in the enormous, white-decor rooms.  

"Have my body.  That's what you'll have.  Just that.  Just my body."

"Your body will be more than good enough.  Anything else... is up to you."

"There won't be anything else."  She stepped back again, testily, covering her jostling breasts with one arm, pointless as it was, trying to keep as much distance between them for as long as possible.  "Ever."

Standing before the much taller, buxom blonde, the short, thin-limbed Skrull reached for the arm she held before her creamy chest and drew it to her side, exposing again her chest, even as her last attempt to step back was halted by the surface of the floor-to-ceiling, wall-wide window that framed the lighted cityscape behind her.  She shivered at the contact, although the material was not cold.  And neither was she.  Her whole body felt hot, feverish, raised to a boil in a crucible of troubling impulses.  

The green face leaned closer panic threatened to overtake her.  She wanted to become invisible again, or raise her force-field, or do anything to somehow protect herself.  From him.  From what was about to happen.  Between them.  Her and him.  Her and Dorrek.  

Why was she so physically unnerved by this sorry-looking dwarfish creature?  She had taken Kl'rt.  She had taken Terrax.  Surely she could take Dorrek.

His mouth nearly brushed hers but she twisted her face to a side, away from his. 

"Don't.  No more kissing.  We had enough of that already."

"We had?"  

She nodded.  She knew she had.  "You wanted to fuck me?  Just do it.  Just get it over with."

"Oh, I will.  Soon enough."  Strong bony fingers seized her chin, making her face forward, as the green thumb brushed her open pink lips.  "Let's take the time to fully enjoy ourselves."

She fidgeted, the soft surface of her lips yielding under the thumb's touch.  "There's no need for this...  foreplay."

"But you need it, to be ready."

"I am.  Ready."

"Are you?"  The hand left her mouth to caress her cheek and then move down her throat and over her chest, following the high curve of her full breast, a fingertip locating the hard, compact nub of a nipple, stiff to the touch.  "Ready enough?"

She frowned as the finger nudged and rotated her very obviously erect nipple.  "What do you care?"

"If you're not.  It will hurt."  He twisted the hard nub.  "A lot.  Really hurt.  You know that."

She did.  Even while staring into the deep-set Skrull eyes, she remained fully aware of the huge phallic mass dangling between them, of its monstrous size, its massive inhuman threat.  "I'd... rather it did."  

The hand left her out-thrust chest to move down her taut midsection.  "You do? How daring."

"I'm not the same person I was, Dorrek, last time you saw me.  I have already...  experienced more than you can think."

At her mound, fingers traced the contours of her pubis teasingly.  "I can think of a lot."  

She tightened her mouth.  "I had a lot.  Quite a lot."

"As much as this?"  Seized by the wrist, her hand was pulled to the massive rod of hard flesh.  "All of this?"  

She stiffened at the contact with the huge alien phallus, her hand forcefully kept in place, with fingers pressed on its rugged, veiny skin, and made to slide downward from the base, along the hard cylindrical shaft.  It was a long, long way down.

"About as much,"  she muttered, yet there was hesitation in her voice, as in her hand, that trembled over the daunting erect length, her fingers spreading out uneasily over its inhuman girth, while the alien fingers playfully explored her moist outer folds.  How could he be so big?  

"Good to know."  At that, the wandering Skrull fingers eased their way past her outer folds to thrust forcefully up into her sex.

She breathed in sharply at the intrusion, but did not look away from the fixed green stare, or halt her hand's motion over the hard phallus, even as the knobby Skrull fingers slid in and out of her depths with obvious fluid ease.

"Well, maybe you are... ready enough."  

Her face grew much warmer, as did her lower body.  There was no denying that the invading digits found her to be wet, very wet, as wet as she had ever been, with Kl'rt or anyone else.  

"You bastard."  Her eyes were wet, too, with anger and frustration and shame, matching the demanding green stare, as her hand closed around his shaft angrily, fingers barely wrapping halfway around it.  "You think that you can fuck anyone you want just because you have such a huge cock?"  She leaned forward, her hand squeezing furiously the thick hard flesh.  "You really think that just because you have such a great big hard cock and it can get me so wet, then you can just fuck me and make me to love it?  Make me love being your latest fuck?  Just like that?  You think its that easy?  You think I am that easy?"

The green eyes glinted, close, very close to hers.  "Are you?"  

Yet surely he could not be right.  Not right.  About her.  For her.

"You... "

Their mouths came together with frenzied intensity, her previous reticence forgotten, their tongues and lips and teeth working feverishly even as their hands kept working on each other with furious intensity.  The fingers impaled her all the way to the bony knuckles and she pushed hard, eagerly, against them, so wet that she dripped all around them.  So damned wet.

But why shouldn't she?  Be wet?  Drenched wet with nerve-inflaming excitement?  Just because he was a hateful alien enemy and she should never feel excited by someone like him?  Not anywhere as much as she was?  

But hadn't this huge-dicked evil alien fiend been working to seduce her for hours now, pressuring and teasing and fondling and man-handling her aggressively all night?  Readying her?  For him?  Just as he had done each time before?  And hadn't she grown wet while watching Dorrek's giant cock fuck Adora senseless?  Or while watching those recordings?  Of Dorrek working on her, while she was chained and helpless?  Of her double being fucked by her husband with that heart-breaking big cock, the kind Sue wished he'd use on her yet he would not?  And by Ben, with that even more surprisingly huge, rock-like orange cock?  Even by Johnny, her own brother, fucking her nearly identical image while calling out her name...?

How could she not be wet? 

Hadn't much of her anger been at Dorrek being far more right than she wanted to accept?  About her.  About how she had felt at facing him again, even before he had actually touched her, there, at the party, or at the balcony, or later at the dance floor.  In his arms.  How she had felt...  excited.  Aroused.  Actually turned on by the threat of an evil hideous alien enemy who wanted to fuck her, fuck her with his giant cock, his giant alien monster cock.  Fuck her as only he could fuck her.

Their kiss rose in frenzied intensity, her voluptuous body writhing passionately against the gangling green frame.

Could she say it had not been the same before?  When she had been helpless under his power, back in the Skrull world?  Or each single time they had faced each other?  Maybe even since she had been first forced to strip for him and had first seen that monstrous cock flaunted before her?  Hadn't she first grown wet at just seeing it?

Hadn't she been thinking about it constantly ever since?

Could it be a Skrull thing?  Could she really have a thing for...  Skrull things?  

Or was it more than just his shockingly oversized cock?  Was it also about how dominating and confident he was, how brashly self-assured of his power?  Over her?  From the very start?  Maybe even rightly so?  

Hadn't he proved how great a danger he was to her, in every way?  As big a threat as any of her other, more physically powerful recent ravishers?  Or maybe even... bigger?  Didn't he have her undeniably in his power, even now?  Making her submit to him yet again?  Could knowing how dangerous and wrong he was for her actually make her feel more drawn to him?  Physically.  Sexually.  In ways she should never feel.  Despite everything.  Despite even his disgusting alien ugliness.  Or perhaps, also because of it?  Maybe his grotesqueness made him feel even more virile, more overpoweringly masculine, and in turn made her even more female with him, in some basic, primal way.  

Maybe she was just not that different from her brother, after all.  

Maybe she was that easy.  

The fingers exited her sloppy depths, and she gasped amidst the frantic tongue-wrestling.  She was then pushed harder against the window behind her, reluctantly relinquishing her hold on the thick member, to instead have it press firmly against her lower body, her mound, while she rose onto tip-toes, straddling its massive thickness as it rubbed against her, so big and thick and hard and big. 

"You monster,"  she gasped, grinding forcefully against the giant member's astonishing length, coating so much of it with her gushing wetness.  Yet she knew no amount of foreplay could really ready anyone for that, all that.  Not safely.  "You're going to split me apart with this cock.  You know you are."  

The alien smile flashed.  "We both do.  And you can't wait for it."

Biting her lip, she did not deny it.  

Suddenly, she was pulled back and then slammed hard against the window behind her, making it shake, then was roughly forced to turn around, to face its translucent surface.  Her hands were forced up high, right over the  window, while her legs were tugged back and spread apart.  

She trembled then, realizing what would happen, and felt hot breath on her ear.  

"Bind yourself."

She frowned, baffled.  "What?"

"Use your power.  Bind yourself.  Hands and feet.  As you were, back then."

Too short of breath to speak, she nodded, understanding.    

Summoning her invisible force, she created solid constructs around her wrists and ankles that linked to the columns at the far corners of the lounge.

"Further apart."

She nodded again and winced as her own constructs tugged her limbs, stretching her to full extension, her forehead and chest against the window before her, while her rear was thrust back and up, expectantly, her back arched to better present her rounded buttocks, not knowing whether to feel frightened or thrilled by the fallback to their previous time together and the state of helplessness it had exploited.  She was even barefoot, as she had been then, having decided for the sake of stealth against wearing again her silver high heels, thankfully, as they would have made her stance far more unstable.  

The massive piece of Skrull meat then dropped heavily over her callipygian rear.  It began to rock back and forth, its thickness sliding along that cleft between her tense, round buttocks, brushing against her lower back.  After a few strokes it shifted underneath her, making her squirm as it pressed up against her sex, the swollen head sliding well past her mound and right under her midsection, like a giant cannon protruding from a gunnery emplacement, so hot and hard and big she whimpered with need, while she could watch herself and all of them partially reflected in the window before her, just like in that first time, their first time, their first time together, when she could see both of them reflected in the mirrors of his rooms, when he had been Emperor of the Skrulls and she his helpless captive, sacrificing herself to his lust, yielding reluctantly to his power over her, knowing he would be the first to finally take from her by force what so many others had certainly wanted, but few had ever even came close to, becoming the first to finally take her, to force himself onto her, sexually.  

Kl'rt may have been the first to actually rape her by force, and impossible as the idea may have once been, also made her to enjoy it, too, yet Dorrek remained the first to make her face that she would be raped, and not only made her physically ready for it, he also made her, or at least some part of her, actually want it, truly want it.  She could no longer deny it, deny that he had been right.  That against everything she believed or wished she did, she had wanted, desired such abuse.  And no small part of her had shamefully felt torn between relief and frustration and disappointment when they had been interrupted and she had been... saved, spared from being raped by him completely, denying her body the full experience of being possessed by him, of being forced to be totally his.

But now it would finally happen.  All the way.  As she had feared it would.  As she had really longed it had.

When that frightening monster of a cock finally drew back and moved to position itself against her lips, making her gasp at the oversized pressure from behind, she was more than ready to yield submissively, she was trembling in desperation for it.  

The Skrull cock slowly pushed forward and she whimpered a faint supplication.

"Do it.  Take me.  Fuck me!  Please!"

Then, with a single forceful push, she was drastically reacquainted with the full magnitude of his size, of his shocking girth, in a way mere visual perception or external contact could not achieve, and could only be delivered by the stark, physical, tangible reality of full penetration, the massive tangible reality that now slowly stretched her with inch after inch of painful impalement as the giant Skrull cock began to slide deeper and deeper into her.

She had known it would hurt.  At a point, in her initial resistance and defiance, she had been counting on it.  To hurt, as much as she thought it would, as much as she remembered it had, or even more, so perhaps she could at least prove him wrong in that, beat the damn bastard in that, so she would not enjoy it as much as she feared she could, as much as she was more and more certain she would.  And soon she knew here was no way she could avoid enjoying it, not matter how it hurt, maybe even more so because of how much knew it would.  

In that instant of slow, relentless penetration, she got all that she wished and feared and more, much more.  

Unlike their first time, unlike that past instance she had so much wanted to forget and deny before, the Skrull cock just kept driving forward, deeper and deeper, past the point it had reached before, delivering everything she had so narrowly missed before and more, reaching depths she had never dared to imagine possible, in a slow, relentless push that lasted a virtual eternity filled with sheer mind-blowing and body-obliterating agony and pleasure, until the massive head finally reached her cervix, brushing past it's too-sensitive entrance and bottoming just underneath, making her shudder with violent intensity, her sex seizing, completely over-stuffed by that excess of hard, hot green alien cock.

She let out a gasp that shifted into a high cry and exploded into a loud, long scream, followed by many other shorter cries and gasps, accompanying violent shudders that racked her body, and she knew not whether she managed to stay upright because of unknown reserves of strength or from the extreme tension on her body because her mind anchored desperately on her force-field bindings, stretching her and holding her tightly in place during that final instant of her complete penetration and the sensory conflagration it unleashed in her.

When her physical and vocal pyrotechnics slowly subsided, the huge invading phallus, which had remained still, lodged deep inside her, drew back, pulling half its length from the taut sleeve of her sex, making her gasp weakly at the renewed stimulation of her over-worked nerves.  

"Did you come?  Just now?"

Tremors still ran through her body and she could not reply, her breathing a ragged effort, her blue eyes shining wet, struggling to focus, much like her mind, seizing on the force-field shapes for support, both mentally and physically, one thing aiding the other.

With a single, brutal thrust the thick dark green rod buried again all the way into Sue's soft, delicate pink flesh, making her yelp and moan.  

"Did you come now?"

She could only glance up at him in shock and confusion, gasping for breath.  

Was there even need to ask?  

The huge member again withdrew halfway out to then drive forward in another forceful thrust.

"Did you come?  From just feeling it enter all the way inside you?"

Sue could just nod weakly.

Once again it pulled back and then pushed forward, making her cry weakly.  

"Say it.  Say what happened."

"I-I did," she gasped faintly.

"Say it."  Another forceful thrust underscored the demand.  

"Please... don't-"

A new, harder thrust cut her words short.

"SAY IT."

"I-I came.  I did.  Oh, my...  I came.  I came so hard..."

The next thrust was the most violent yet, making her arch her back and flail weakly about her.  

"SAY ALL OF IT!"

"I came-I CAME!  I came with you big, thick Skrull cock!  I CAME SO HARD WITH YOUR HUGE SKRULL COCK!"

"Good."

Only then did her alien ravisher begin to really fuck her in earnest.

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Reed Richards quickly ran the figures again.  The results matched those of the previous run.

It was beyond exciting.  This could open complete new possibilities to consider.  

He would have to do further tests.  Right now.  

Sue would surely understand.

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Sue's loose blond locks were grabbed roughly and pulled back, just as she was pierced from behind, much faster and fluidly but not any less painfully than before.  

More likely, it hurt even more.  

The furious barrages of thrusts kept a steady two-shallow-one-deep pace, and with her head pressed hard against the window, oblivious to the vast night-lit capitol city extending before her, she struggled for breath and balance and strength, both physical and mental, feeling every single vein and bump and corrugation of the massive phallus with uncanny detail, as it plumbed her depths, and her sweat and vaginal fluids streamed and mingled and dripped down her legs.  

She felt like crying in conflicting pain and joy and regret and relief.  After all her past resistance, all her previous denial and struggles, she was finally being fully possessed by him, by Dorrek, the evil, ugly alien who had threatened and tortured and teased her like no one ever had before and had forced her to first face things about her own self she had never suspected could exist or could ever become true, pushing her into a dark path of self-discovery whose destination she could still not fathom, to her shame and regret and reluctant pleasure.  Thus it was perhaps fitting that she had come back to him, to finish what had been started, to finally, briefly as it may be, become in full this evil, ugly alien's sexual conquest, his mate, his sex slave, his fuck-toy, as he had first meant her to be, and as a twisted part of herself had also felt she should be and wished she would be. 

Because she had.  She could now admit it.  Just as much as she had been relieved, gladdened, of being spared the horrible prospect of being owned sexually by this evil alien foe, she had also known, known deep inside, that it had been too late already, that she had already experienced too much, too much of it, too much of him, and could not help but feel a secret, lingering disappointment at not having been as thoroughly fucked by this hateful monster as she could have been, as a deep part of her perhaps wished she had been, as knew that she should have been, really should have been.  And as she now was.  To her utter shame and delight.

A knobby finger then forced its way deep into her anus without any relapse in her vaginal pounding and she felt her lower sensitivity increase exponentially, making her cry out and moaned loudly from the dual stimulation.  She did not know how she kept herself standing, enduring the brutal ravishment, keeping herself bound firmly by the invisible force-fields, her mind holding onto that notion of strength just as her body did to the endurance of the savage pain and pleasure she was experiencing.

"Oh, Dorrek!"

She was just about to climax again, breathlessly muttering his name, again and again, so near to a new orgasmic explosion she could cry, when the thick alien member suddenly slid wetly all the way out of her, dripping thick fluid, making her whimper in pain and bafflement.  

She struggled to remain in position, and stiffened when she felt the new intent.  From a small flask she had not noticed near them, her ravisher dripped a copious stream of oily liquid between her buttocks, using the previously probing finger to apply it to the inside of her trembling anal entrance.

"No, wait!  Please...  Not that...   Not there...  You're too big...  Too big to-"

Before she could protest further, she felt it, impossibly thick and hard, forcing its way, pushing into her, cruelly stretching her shy rear sphincter to conquering her tight anus, until she could feel her assailant's bony hips bump hard against the firm cushion of her butt-cheeks.  

Her eyes widened and her voice went from a high squeal to a choked gasp to a low moan and finally back again to a loud cry.  And there, with her recent proximity to her point of no return, with the excruciating pain of her sodomization, Susan Storm climaxed again, loudly, violently, her ass full of the gigantic Skrull cock.

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"For fuck's sake, Rich, stop whining like a little bitch!  So we got our asses handed to us?  Big deal.  We'll get back at them another day."

"Shut up.  Just shut up."

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When the giant cock exited her ravaged anus and penetrated her sex in one single liquid thrust, all the way inside, until she felt her buttocks slam against the bony hips behind, and she could feel it ejaculate violently inside her, filling her with its non-human Skrull seed, it finally proved too much.  Far too much.  

She struggled to remain standing but lost.  Lost focus.  Lost control.  Of her invisible force.  Of her muscles.  Of all her body.  Her legs were about to give out from the intensity of her pleasure, and for a moment, it was almost like the massive rod impaling her from the rear was the only thing that  kept her upright, preventing her from collapsing limply to the floor.  As if to confirm this, the long, thick shaft exited her abruptly and she instantly dropped weakly to her knees, her hands and forehead sliding down the surface of the windows before, too weak to find purchase or even seek any, her whole body trembling with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, feeling that all of her had been pressure-filled with the hot alien seed which now drained out of her, along with the last of her strength, dripping copiously from her drenched sex and mouth and anus, the warm fluid evidence of her complete surrender to him, to Dorrek, to her alien ravisher and that monstrous Skrull cock that had just thoroughly owned her body, owned all of her being beyond anything she could yet grasp or articulate.  

Was this how it would have been?  Should have been?  Before?  

Dazed, after a moment of just catching her breath, she looked back up and behind, towards her Skrull ravisher, and was rewarded by a forceful smack of the heavy, residue-covered green phallus against her startled face, the same phallus that had just probed the extreme depths of her sex and rectum.  It swung again and again, slapping against her cheeks and chin and mouth repeatedly, before finally hanging stiffly before her face, a looming, grotesquely oversized presence coated in her own fluids.

"Clean me."

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"This may take a considerable while longer and it is quite late already, Professor Richards.  Should I order you some refreshments?  A repast?"

"No, thank you, Master Xar.  I'm fine."  

He paused briefly between the reviewing of multiple tables of data.  Remembering their abridged stay at the night's event, he wondered if Susan had a chance to eat something.  

He shrugged.  Surely she would have seen about catching a bite if she so wanted.

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The dark-green shaft dangled heavily before her face, its hard alien meat rubbing over her open, soft lips, its length reaching all the way down to the top of her breasts, where the swollen head with its furrowed texture brushed near her nipples.  

"You know you want to."

She did not attempt to argue.  Instead, her tongue reached for it, quivering slightly in hesitation just before it made contact with its surface, sticky wet from the mixture of lubricant, her own secretions, and the abundant semen that had filled her, filled her so much.  

"Yes, like that.  Yes."

She could not believe how full she felt, in her ass and sex, how full of hot alien semen.  But surely nothing could of it.  Surely they were different enough species, too different to put her at risk, to ever become pregnant by him, and give birth to his children, half-Terran, half-Skrull children.  Their children.  Why had she even thought of it?  Now or before?  It could not be.  Not with him.  Not with Kl'rt.  Not with a Skrull.  It had to be biologically impossible.  

Still shaken, unnerved in the strangest of ways at that absurd, unwanted idea, she tried to focus on licking the hard, quivering phallus.  Her tongue slid tentatively down its length, following the path of a thick, raised vein, and back up, exploring the contours of the cylindrical mass, the roughly corrugated edge of its alien glans, and the wet deep cleft at its top.  Her lips quickly joined in, briefly wrapping around some of the curved head and applying suction, pulling away then returning, again and again to take more of it each time, until she was eagerly taking a complete mouthful of Skrull cock, nearly choking on its girth, even if barely taking in a fraction of its size.

She took as much as possible the huge alien cock, to taste, relish, and treasure its taste, so strong and deep, intoxicating in a way so much unlike human semen, much as Kl'rt's flavor had been, too.  

For an instant, could not help but recall with painful regret how her last moment of also relishing Kl'rt's flavor had been so rudely and cruelly interrupted.  

"Oh, that is tasty, isn't it?"

Surprised by the unexpected voice, Sue drew back, relinquishing the Skrull cock from her mouth with a gasp, letting spittle fly all about.

Leaning casually on the frame of the door to the bedchambers stood the Suzerain of Xandar, naked and smiling coyly.

"There's no cock like a Skrull cock, and no Skrull cock like that one, if you ask me."

Sue blushed at the parallel with her own thoughts.  "I-I can explain-"

"Oh please."  Adora moved towards them, licking her lips.  "Just look at that luscious giant Skrull cock.  What more explanation is needed?"

She knelt by Sue's side and her mouth opened to lick hungrily at the green shaft in Sue's hands, her tongue running all the way up the long shaft until reaching its base and the bony hips, before moving down to playfully lick the heavy hanging scrotum.

"Such an awesome cock.  So utterly delicious."

Her mouth then moved to join Sue's.

Not long before, Sue would have been surprised, startled, at being unexpectedly kissed like this by the very conniving hussy who had so shamelessly put the moves on Sue's very own husband, but she had just opened her legs and mouth for an alien enemy's monster cock.  She was far more ready to things in stride, now.

And the hussy could really kiss, too.  Almost as well as Dorrek.  She had to recognize that as well.  And her mouth tasted both of her natural sweet flavor and the pungent musk of Dorrek's cock and balls.

She had not shared a girl-girl kiss this intense since Tigra.

It was a while before their attention returned to the hard cock in their hands.

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"The Suzerain said she would try to convince you to relocate here-"

"Oh, that would be convenient at this point, certainly, now that we have to work all this out.  But I needed to decline, however.  I fear she and my wife do not get along that well."

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They shared the licking and sucking and fondling of the oversized green phallus with a clear mutual competitiveness, seeking to out-do the other in the effort and daring each displayed, in an only partially-playful challenge of skill and devotion as their lips and tongues worked all about its perimeter, meeting repeatedly while running from the bulbous corrugated head to the heavy scrotum, leaving the dark-green, heavily-veined shaft glistening with their mixed saliva.  

After much furious back and forth the engorged member began to finally throb under their joint ministrations and both were showered by thick, hot ejaculate, that   splattered abundantly on their faces and chests, and which they proceeded to lap hungrily off each other's skin, from mouths and faces, torsos and breasts.

After having licked and swallowed as much semen as she could from the Xandarian's body, Sue then turned to its source, licking the still dripping seed from the huge, still-stiff Skrull cock, all about its glans.  Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she then hungrily took into her mouth the huge bulging head, her lips wrapping snugly behind its corrugated lip, fighting back her gag reflex as she nearly choked on the excessive mouthful of still-erect giant Skrull cock.  A cock so big and thick and literally mouth-watering she felt like she could rush again towards orgasm just by sucking and licking and kissing its imposing mass, absurd as that sounded.  The kind of cock like she wished her husband could provide for her, yet he could not or would not, maybe ever.

In her mind, she begged Reed for forgiveness, while her hands and mouth worked the monstrous phallus with unabashed delight, conceding that Skrulls had indeed the edge on huge cocks that you just could not resist, not having known their touch and size and taste.  

Adora arched her brows in reluctant respect of Sue's skills and enthusiasm, before sliding sideways towards Susan's rear, to rougly bite one round butt-cheek and slide her hands up the smooth, fair thighs, while under the soundtrack of wet suction slurping of Sue's strained oral efforts.  She played teasingly with the blonde's wet folds before finally inserting one thin finger after the other.  

"Damn.  How can you be so tight just after taking all that huge cock?  Can it be true what they say of Earthlings?"  She added more fingers to her probing, thrusting hard into Sue's still wet sex, with non-disguised aggression.  "Oh, I hate you and your hot tight Earthling cunt so much!"  

Pulling roughly one of Sue's legs aside, Adora re-positioned herself to eagerly take in a mouthful of the other woman's sex, complementing the furious use of her fingers with her oral skills.

Coughing, Sue released the quivering penis from her aching mouth, even just its head being too large to really fellate properly for too long.  She could have choked to death with that monster in her throat.  

Struggling to catch her breath, she stared at the slender brunette beauty busy down between her legs.  

"I hate you, too, you damn Xandarian husband-stealing hussy." 

She turned about, reversing her position relative to that of Adora, going for her own mouthful of the younger woman's sex, to lick and suck and bite hungrily, before inserting fingers of her own, one after the other.  Under them, the floor's interactive surface texture instantly became softer and more elastic, as they writhed against each other, fighting for dominance, until their frenzied motions finally brought them face to face, one on top of each other.

"Ever given this tight ass to him as you did it to that big Skrull cock, you tease?"  Her finger teased that referenced location.

Sue's buttocks clenched at the deep insertion.  "Fuck you."

"Fuck you, too."

Their mouths met with savage violence, fistfuls of brunette and blond hair held bunched in their respective hands.  

Taking advantage of their position, the Skrull moved behind them and straddled their straining bodies, unceremoniously shoving the still erect green phallus into the closest vagina of the two.  Sue moaned at the sudden penetration and the pumping that followed, derailing her assault on Adora's lips and tongue. 

"It's so big, isn't it?"  Adora smiled, tightening her grip on Sue's hair.  "Too fucking big for your tight Earthling cunt, I bet!"

"I can take it, you loose bitch,"  Sue gasped, trembling over the Xandarian with each thrust of the Skrull member.  "Oh, yes, I can!"

As if to help settle the conflict, the green phallus pulled out completely of the trembling blonde's sex, and thrust instead into the exposed loins of the young brunette under her.

The Xandarian Suzerain whimpered and arched her back in pain, big eyes fluttering open and shut. 

Sue held her down with her body-weight.  "Oh, not so smug now?"  

She then kissed her again, the devotion in her lips and mouth contrasting with her words, fully sympathetic to the younger girl's writhing in joint distress and delight under the violent penetrations.  

The Skrull phallus abruptly exited Adora, whose cries of pain became a whimper of disappointment.  Instead, it entered Sue anew, for a set of frenzied, deep strokes, before changing target yet again, returning to Adora, proceeding to switch from one woman to the other repeatedly, after giving each a quick burst of violent thrusts, accompanied by the respective changes in their cries and moans.  

After many such alternations, the massive rod shoved right between them, into the crevice formed by the meeting of their respective mounds, sliding back and forth to rub against both at once, the flow of mutual vaginal fluids easing his forceful push between their tightly-pressed bodies.  Voicing hoarsely their appreciation, both pushed hips forward against the member caught between them, grinding hard against it and each other, loins trembling with anticipation.

"Oh, fuck!  FUCK!  Don't you just love this huge Skrull cock?"

Between groans and gasps and cries, Sue whimpered her agreement.  "Yes!  Yes!  I do!"

"Isn't his Skrull cock the best ever?  EVER?"

"Yes!  YES!"

"Don't you just love being owned by it?  Owned by this huge, hard Skrull cock?"

"YES!  I LOVE SKRULL COCK!  I LOVE HUGE HARD SKRULL COCK!"

"Don't you just love him, love him and his big fat Skrull cock?"

Susan chocked back a single, throaty, deeply-frightening word just before she cried out loudly in orgasm.  Again and again.

Mere seconds later Adora joined her in climax, sharing many more throaty cries and gasped expletives.

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Sue and Adora remained entangled in a close embrace, gasping, struggling to recover their breath, their composure, while their Skrull ravisher stepped back and away, also breathing heavily, while the erect member still dripped their joint juices.

Sue stared, still dazed, still shocked by the intensity of the whole experience, how she had given herself, to him, to both of them, by how she had almost said...

"Oh, fuck.  How can it still be that hard?"  Adora whimpered.  "It just breaks my heart.  Like it just did my cunt."

Sue nodded, blushing, trying to keep her eyes on Adora, and not the other.  "It's a miracle we're not completely torn apart by that monster."  

"Speak for yourself.  I must be ruined now, useless for anything but a giant Skrull cock just like that.  I don't know how that damned tight Earthling cunt of yours even managed.  It must have hurt so fucking much.  Hurt like dying.  I'm so fucking jealous."

"Please, you are just as tight yourself.  You came so hard, I could feel it, all through me."

"Likewise,"  Adora added, smiling.  "You came like a wild Xunnar'th in heat.  No wonder they all love you so much."

"All?"

She tilted her head towards their Skrull partner.  "Him.  And your husband.  And Kl'rt, damn it.  And me, now.  You're just so-"  

"Wait, you also-?"

"I hate you so much."  Adora leaned closer and kissed Susan, deeply, passionately.  "And you've had them for so many years now!  To think I just barely-"

"It's not that long!"  Yet she realized it was nearly a decade since they had first faced the Skrulls, and first traveled to their world, and actually first met Dorrek.  "But I...  I'd never been with a Skrull before.  Not before you came to us for help, before-"  

"Really?  What a waste of time!"   

Sue glanced sideways, flustered.  She had not even been married yet to Reed, back then.  How could she have ever imagined at the time what could happen?  What would happen?  Imagined how could sex with a Skrull be like?  

What if that very first time there she had found out?  Experienced such sex?  Not with Morrat, she was quick to add.  Not the monster who had her father killed.  But what if Dorrek had made a move on her back then?  When she had been younger and much more inexperienced and vulnerable?  What if he had seduced her then?  As well as she knew he could?  Not taking a no for an answer?  Maybe even raped her?  Raped her as she knew now that she could be raped?  How could she have taken it?  Handled it?  Would it have been too much?  Or could he have...  won her over?  

She had actually been single then, hadn't she?   

What would have become of her?  Could she have...?

Suddenly, the lounge door opened to reveal the four heavily-built Skrulls standing guard outside.  Surprised, Sue raised her force-field in instant defensive reaction. 

Their recent Skrull partner gestured casually at the guards.  "Perhaps you both want to catch up?"

Adora clapped her hands in delight.  "Oh, yes!  YES!"

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The Skrulls guards entered the room, all staring at the two beautiful human women kneeling nude and sweaty on the carpeted floor before them.  All tried to remain impassive, as was their duty, yet mostly failed before the spectacle of the flawless, luscious bodies, all long legs and heaving breasts and erect nipples and long, disheveled hair, dark-brown for one, golden blonde for the other, the lovelier of the two.    

"Undress for the ladies.  And be useful to them."

Bl'kd hesitated for the briefest instant, as did his fellow guards, all wondering whether this was a test, a trick.  Females such as those were normally not for ones like them, like him.  Not females that beautiful, particularly the blonde, she with the largest, juiciest breasts, so round and full and high, even if she had quickly covered them with an arm in a quaint attempt at modesty, that only made her appear even more tempting.  Too tempting.

He was a Skrull warrior.  He should obey orders without question.  

He placed his weapons aside and began removing his clothing.  The others quickly emulated him.

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Adora smiled.  "Oh, they'll definitely do."

Sue's eyebrows rose.  So it was true about all male Skrulls, then.  

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The darker-haired one quickly stood up, her body long and graceful, pert breasts crowned by hard, compact nipples, which soon poked against his chest while she embraced him and pulled his face down towards her.  Her lips and tongue were sweet and hungry, and he reluctantly looked away from the blonde on her knees several steps away.

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"No,"  she muttered, rising to her feet, frowning.  "This isn't... what we agreed."

She should have turned invisible as soon as the door opened, before they had seen her nude.  But it was too late now.  Their eyes ran hungrily over her, all of her.  And she shouldn't do the same, yet she could not help but linger on how all of them were considerably larger than any human would be.  In every sense.  

She turned towards the older, shorter Skrull on the couch.  "It was just to be...  us."  

"Us?"

She blushed.  It was not long past she had denied there could be an 'us' between them.  "Just you and I.  Not any other-"

"But you did not complain when our lovely Suzerain joined in, did you?"

"That was... different.  You can't expect me to-"

"I just expect you to enjoy yourself.  While I watch.  Is that not enough?"

"Watch?"  She frowned.  "You want to watch me while I...?"

"Yes."

"You want that?"

"Do you?"

She glanced nervously at Adora, who was enthusiastically kissing each of the now-naked guards in quick succession, fondling playful their stiffening members, her nude body looking so delicate and girlish against their big bulks, their big everything.  

"No.  I-I can't.  I couldn't-" 

It'd be too much.  She had already coupled with two of them, two Skrulls, two of their old alien enemies, behind Reed's back.  She couldn't do even more.  More of them.  More Skrulls.  Skrulls she did not even know.  Fucking her.  All at once.   While Dorrek watched her.  Watched her doing it.  Doing them.  Right before him.  Why did that feel so...?

"Oh, come on!"  Adora skipped towards her and lunged in for a kiss, and Sue realized her force field had faded, unnoticed, in her confusion.  

The Xandarian's mouth was full of the taste of the four alien strangers.  Then she pulled back, licking her lips, and gestured for the nude Skrull warriors to move closer.  "There's plenty enough for both.  I'll let you have the ones you like best."

Sue shook her head, nervously, while the tall, broad Skrulls began to surround them.  "No, no.  It isn't-" 

"Don't be silly!"  The Xandarian took Sue's hands and placed them onto two of the already stiff penises standing at attention around them.  "You'll never forgive yourself if you pass on all this Skrull cock."

She then turned about and dropped to her knees, to hungrily swallow much of another hard Skrull penis while reaching to stroke the last unattended one.  

Sue tensed, the guards hard, very hard, under her touch, surrounding her.  None of them was as exaggeratedly over-endowed as Dorrek, yet were still much larger than any human, in length and thickness, and their equally hard bodies were almost as impressively muscular as Kl'rt's had been, even if their alien faces were much uglier, although not as much as that of their former emperor.  Yet Sue did not even look up at them more than an fleeting instant before her eyes darted back to Dorrek's own, catching the glint in them.  

But it wasn't really about them, no matter how muscular or well-hung.  They weren't important.  Him watching her was what mattered.  

Did he really want that?  Did she?

Her blue eyes shone bright, still fixed on Dorrek's visage, questioning. 

Why did the idea of him watching her having sex with yet more Skrulls feel so strangely exciting?  

Mere days ago she had been a faithful wife and mother who would have never cheated on her husband.  Experiencing sexual intercourse with several dangerous alien enemies and enjoying intense orgasms while being violently raped would have been unthinkable.  Yet now she was naked and surrounded by huge non-human cocks, while staring at the same evil alien antagonist who had recently threatened the death of her loved ones and had just left her sex sore and wet from his inhuman pounding, looking for an answer in those narrowed green eyes, eyes that she now envisioned watching her, witnessing her becoming even more of a slut that she had already been.  

Was it related to how excited she had grown watching him fuck Adora?  Or watching the recording of him with her?  Or all those?

What if it was Reed instead?  Watching her?  Now?  Or before?  Or every time?  Watching her just as she had watched him, before, fucking with her own duplicate?  Wouldn't it be rightful payback for him to watch her being fucked long and hard by others who were not him?  Fucked so much better than he had ever fucked her?  By Dorrek, Kl'rt, or even these anonymous Skrull guards?  Fucked every way possible by all those hard huge cocks that made her come so hard?  So much harder than he had ever made her come?  

Wouldn't that make it much worse?  Much more humiliating?  For both of them?  So much, much worse?  

How could she even think of it?  What was wrong with her?  Why could she not stop thinking about it?

Her face burned with near-unbearable heat, as did other places.

The heavy Skrull penises throbbed in her hands, while Adora busily slurped and stroked two others of them with relish.

She caught Dorrek's eyes.  Watching her.  Expectantly.

Could she do it?  For him?  Or for herself?

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"Captain Marvel?  The Kree guy?  Not the hot chick with the awesome afro?"    

Rich nodded.  The bar was deserted but for a couple of lingering individuals whose species he could not identify.

"But isn't he, like, dead?"

Johnny nodded.  "Yeah.  Cancer.  Nasty business."

"I thought I heard about that.  But I didn't have the heart to-"

"At least he scored with that hottie Princess first.  If had to go, I'd sure want a cute little-"

"Dude, they had a kid."

"A kid?  That's heavy.  Wonder who it'll look like."

"Me too.  I mean, a Kree and a Skrull?  How can that even work?  Aren't they from different worlds, different species and all?"

"Yeah.  It shouldn't...  But Skrulls can turn into humans and many other races, too, so...  maybe it's like that 'O negative' universal donor stuff for blood types.  Or something.  Reed could probably explain it."   Johnny paused, frowning over his drink.   "Damn.  Maybe it wasn't that great an idea to-"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing.  It's not like I had that much of it, anyway."

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The wall-wide windows automatically changed its level of translucence, softly muting the rising light of dawn that highlighted the multiple bodies sprawled all over the bed and carpeted floor of the large bedchamber.

Stirred slowly from the deep sleep of exhaustion, Susan sat up, her body still aching at many, very localized spots.  She was momentarily flustered by the abundance of green muscular flesh all about her and the still-asleep Adora, the emerald hues contrasting with their softly creamy figures.  She closed her eyes, blushing.  

So many.  And so big.  So very big.  All of them.  As she knew well.

She gently eased Adora's limp left arm and leg from over her, careful to not wake the Xandarian Suzerain, stroking briefly the younger woman's soft cheek, still basking in the pleasant afterglow of their night-long exchanges, even if she still remained an untrustworthy slut.  But who was she to talk, now?

She untangled one of the bed-sheets crumpled in a corner and wrapped it around her body, still sticky with dried sweat and many other fluids, getting to her feet.  The soreness between her legs and elsewhere proved painful reminder of the recent nightly excesses, as if the dozen thickly-muscled green aliens about were not enough.  

How many of them had she taken?  Everywhere in her, all over the luxurious rooms, in all possible ways and combinations, some likely only physically feasible because of the Skrull shape-shifting abilities.  How much of their thick alien semen had filled her?  Couldn't that be  dangerous?  Or was the obvious alien nature of the Skrulls a safeguard against the risk of unwanted consequences?  She'd hardly want to end up impregnated with a mixed-species offspring by some anonymous lowly Skrull underling among many after a one-night gang-bang.  Not that being knocked up by Dorrek or Kl'rt would have been much better, wouldn't it?  

Wouldn't it?

She took a deep breath, momentarily discomforted.  

How could she even contemplate such an absurd, farfetched thing?  They were different species.  It had to be impossible.  She shouldn't even think of it.  She shouldn't.  At all.

She noticed the growing morning light filling the bedchamber, giving her glistening skin given a changing golden glow, and grew suddenly worried about the time.  Could Reed have gone back to their room already?

She quickly tip-toed outside the room, into the empty lounge, the panoramic view of the capitol city outside colored by the dawn with complex refraction effects from the artificial shield enclosing the Xandarian planetary fragment.  

She found the holo chip still at the beverage station were she had left it the night before.  It felt so small and lifeless in her hand, almost inconsequential, after all that had now happened.

"Had everything from last night uploaded into it as well."

The voice behind her made Sue stiffen, but she did not turn or look back.  

"Everything?"

"Everything."

She held the chip in her fist, keeping her arm across her chest, over the bedsheet covering her.   

"I swear, if it's a trick...  If this ever gets out-"

"You don't need to worry about that anymore.  We are no longer enemies, are we?"

Were they?  "It doesn't mean that now we can be friendly, either."

"We can be whatever you want, Susan Storm of Earth.  Things will be different now.  They already are.  Between the Empire and Xandar.  Between us."

She winced at the last word.  "Richards."

"Uh?"

She turned about, fists clenched, chin held high.   "Susan Storm Richards."  

The Skrull stood on the other side of the lounge, wearing an dark purple robe left open up front that exposed the green unsightly torso, the stringy thin limbs and that dangling male member hanging so dramatically low by the knobby knees in such incongruous contrast.  She tried to keep her eyes up, but the sight of all of him was now more troubling than ever.  While pathetically short and weak compared to the muscular warriors asleep in the bedchamber beyond, she knew Dorrek remained the biggest threat to her.  The biggest by far, in every sense, in every way.  

"That is my name."  She pulled the bed-sheet higher.  "I'm still married, Dorrek.  And you're still a hateful evil bastard."

The Skrull mouth spread in a wide smile.  "And?"  The deep green eyes glinted.  "Doesn't that just make it... better?"  

Her eyes remained fixed on his green stare as she stood for an extended pause in stiff, uncomfortable silence, holding the bed-sheet tighter against her, a thin, flimsly barrier covering her body, a dubious attempt at modesty or protection after all that had happened and may yet happen.  

"I won't forgive you that easily, Dorrek.  For what happened.  For what you did.  All you did.  To us.  To me.  Every single thing you did to me."  

Casually, the Skrull strode towards her.  "Forgive? Or forget?"

She winced, at his words, at his approach, yet would not step back.  Not anymore.  "Is there a difference?" 

Was there? For her?  

"Don't think I don't still hate you.  Because I do."

The green alien stopped right before her, the coarsely-featured face as strikingly ugly as ever.  "Even after last night?"

She bit her lower lip.  Her nipples were painfully stiff under the smooth silken bed-sheet.  "Specially after last night."

The green hand seized the top of the bedsheet and pulled it down forcefully, dropping it to the floor between them.  Her bared breasts jostled with the violence of the motion, and her breath caught in her throat.  She was then pulled closer and her over-sensitive bosom brushed over the bony green chest while her lower body brushed the growing hardness rising underneath.

She did hate the awful, evil, ugly bastard.  She really did.  

She hated what he had done to her.  How he made her feel.  What he still did to her.   

Her soft rosy lips were made to brush the coarse green alien ones.

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"He was probably a jerk, too."

"Uh?"  Rich looked up from his drink.  "Why?"

"It's always the same.  Always.  Just like with Crystal.  The hottest babes somehow always end up with the most unlikely jerks.  Can't figure why."

"Come on.  Not every woman is the same.  You can't generalize like that.  I mean...  there's your sister, right?"

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She drew back abruptly, her mouth breaking away, wetness briefly trailing between their respective tongue-tips and elsewhere as she pushed against the narrow green torso.

"No."

Her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath, her bared flesh made as golden as her hair by the light of the new day filling the room.  Her shining blue eyes remained fixed on the matched green stare while her hand was flat on the narrow green chest, her arm stretched out, keeping them apart.

"We had an agreement.  For one night.  One night.  So we had that.  And now it's done.  Finished.  For good.  As we are, too."  

The green eyes narrowed.  "Really?"  

"We are.  We must.  I must.  I really must."  She stepped back farther as she spoke, so her hand moved down the green torso and her fingertips brushed fleetingly against much of his thick, veiny length before finally fully pulling away.   "It's time I left.  And got back to my life.  My real life."  

There was a brief pause and then the narrow shoulders shrugged.  "Fine.  It's your choice.  Go then."  

The doors slid open at a gesture over a control wristband.

Sue stood motionless, frowning, and the moment seemed to stretch out in uncomfortable silence between them.  

"And you won't,"  she asked at last, "demand anything further of me?"

The ridged Skrull brow rose quizzically.  "Did you expect me to?"

"No!  I mean..."  She brushed the hair off her face.  "I... wasn't sure of how much I could trust you to...  honor what we agreed."

"Are you disappointed, then?"

She turned away to look through the wide window at the Xandarian city beyond.  Her face felt warm.  "Don't be ridiculous."  

Was she?  Disappointed?  

She had been ready to stand firm against him, against his trying to extract from her any further concessions, any further surrenders.  Ready to refuse any new attempt to again compromise her, threaten her, or seduce her.  Ready to resist.  To fight.  To deny.  

But she really had not expected it to be over just so easily, had she?  How could it?  After everything?

Had she really been doing more than just steeling herself to resist him?  To fight his further attempts to seduce her?  Had she been anticipating it?  All of it?  The insistence?  The struggle?  And the eventual capitulation?  Had she been looking forward to it?  To being his one more time, one last time, once it of course proved unavoidable?  Was she bracing herself to be strong enough for it?  To try to not yield to him beyond the merely physical?

She glanced down at the bedsheet on the floor between them, the bedsheet he had just ripped off her.  The bestsheet he should have told her to drop herself.

She tensed, staring back at the lined, homely Skrull face.  Dorrek's face.  Stared hard.  At the deep-set, narrow eyes.  Dorrek's eyes.  

The same eyes that had been over her all night, watching her.  Fucking.  Him.  And before him.

She felt cold, and more naked than ever.

Surely it couldn't be.  Not after everything.  Surely it couldn't...  

She grew pale and suddenly turned away from the short, green alien, and without any further word, or ever looking back, she strode out into the corridor and vanished from sight, becoming invisible just before the doors closed behind her.

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The Suzerain of Xandar languorously stretched both arms above her head and then ran her hands through her wildly tangled hair, casually walking nude into the lounge.

The Skrull glanced at her.  "You're too late.  She just left."

"Really?  That's a pity.  I'd have wanted a good, long goodbye."  

The green brow furrowed.  "I believe she knows."

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No.  Not him.  Not Dorrek.  

He wouldn't have let her go.  Not like this.  Not so easily.  Not after having made her his, as she had been.  He would've kept her, just for him and him alone, and wouldn't have let any others have her, too.  Unlike last night.  She realized that now.  

Kl'rt would have been the same.  And he would've never taken Dorrek's shape; he hated him too much for that.  So it wasn't him, either.  

Who, then?  Who would have known so well how he was and how he'd...?  Enough to make it seem that close?  Feel so close?  So close that she'd almost...  

Almost, but not quite.  There had been many hints.  Differences.  She should've known.  From the start.  She should have.  

It wasn't like she'd wanted it to be true, was it?  And it wasn't.  It never would.  She was sure of it, now.

She was sure he'd have actually hurt her far more, too.  Through all of it.  He would have made it even harder to take, for her.  Much harder.  To take.  Or resist.  That would have been worse for her, wouldn't it?  Much worse.  In so many ways.  

Shouldn't she feel... relieved?   

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"Now I can't help but wonder myself how it would have been.  With the real him."

"You do?"  

"How couldn't I?"  The Suzerain dropped to her knees, taking the green member in her hands, fingers unable to encompass such girth even when just partially erect.  "Maybe I really missed out, if he was as...  you all made him to be."

Standing above Adora, the Skrull body changed, tissues rearranging into smoother, rounder shapes, while dark hair grew long from the former bald scalp to frame features that softened and grew finer and regal in bearing.  The waist had narrowed while the chest swelled, bulging outward, becoming large, full female breasts that would not be contained under the now too-small and too-short purple robe.  Only the big, thick phallus hanging heavily between the now-much longer legs remained unchanged, still being very drastically male in Adora's hands while the rest of the Skrull figure grew more and more fetchingly feminine.  

A smile filled the haughty, patrician countenance of Empress R'Klll.  

"Oh, he was.  He really was."  

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It was surely better.  Like this.  With both gone.  Kl'rt.  Dorrek.  Gone.  

Better.  Safer.  

For her.  

She quickened her pace, moving down the corridor, cloaked by her invisibility, her expression unseen.

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"Now I'm really heartbroken that I never had him.  For extensive diplomatic negotiations."  Adora licked her lips.  "For the good of our worlds."

"Of course."  

Her tongue ran teasingly over the thick, veiny shaft.  "I wonder... what if he had actually managed to take Xandar?  And take me?"  

Her mouth engulfed the thick member and R'Klll groaned.  

"He'd have ruined that juicy Xandarian cunt of yours.  Ruined it for all of your men.  Ruined you.  Forever."

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"Sue?  Dear?"

Susan Storm walked out of the bathroom, covered by a thick bathrobe, wrapping a towel around her wet hair.  "Reed?  I was beginning to get worried.  It's late in the morning already."

"Sorry, sorry.  Things rather got out of hand.  Took much more than expected."

Sue nodded.  "Indeed."

"We'll have work enough for weeks with what we postulated!  You didn't stay up all night waiting for me, did you?"

"Waiting for you?  No, of course not."

"Oh, good."

Sue looked up at her husband, hands on hips.  "Reed, I think we must talk.  Really talk."

"Of course!  I have so much to tell you!  You remember the Poincare Conjecture I had told you about?  About the mathematical characterization of a hyper-sphere?  How it related to universal topology?  Well, that is just the beginning-"

Sue stared as he went on.  On the bedside table was the holo chip.  She would of course save it somewhere safe.  Just in case.  

But should Reed see it?  Someday?  How would he react to it?  To watching all of it?

And how would she feel about him watching it?   

Or the two of them?  Watching it?  Together?

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Johnny shouldered his overnight bag.  "So you aren't coming with us?"

Rich shifted on his feet, trying to keep his eyes on the floor.  "I think I want to know Xandar a little better before I go back to Earth."

"Whatever's best for you, man."  

Johnny offered a fist bump, which Rich half-heartedly met, his attention still drawn elsewhere, to her, as she stood there, next to her husband while the portal was being activated, as beautiful as ever in her tight Fantastic Four suit, if not even more.  Was there something different about her?  Something that now, in every motion, every gesture, somehow made her look even hotter?  A kind of more relaxed sexy sway that he had not noticed before?  

Then the Xandarian Suzerain and her entourage joined them, with the short ugly Skrull tagging along, and Rich reluctantly looked away, not wanting to be a creep.

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Adora embraced first her, then Reed, effusively bidding them goodbye.  Sue kept her expression guarded, even when the little minx's hands lingered on Reed, with eyes that twinkled suggestively.  The deliberately would not look at Adora's short, purple-clad companion.

"Surely we can be civil and shake-"

"Don't.  Just don't,"  Sue muttered, arms crossed before her.   Reed was again distracted.  Johnny was a short distance away, chatting with Rich.  "Must you really keep up this charade?"

"Maybe.  As long as it's useful.  To keep the political scene stable, until the new balance of power is consolidated."

"You already had what you wanted."  She pursed her mouth.  "You had my husband, my brother, my friend.  Why go after me, too?  Like... that?"

"Maybe I had to.  To settled things.  To...  complete the four.  For closure."

"Closure?"

"Maybe you needed it, too."

She grimaced, eyes still averted.  "You couldn't know what I need."

"Maybe I don't.  Maybe you wish it had still been him, all the time.  That it was still him, here, now.  Dorrek.  Your Dorrek." 

"My-?"  Furious, she turned at last to meet the deep-set green eyes.  His eyes.   

"Diplomatic interactions between our worlds could then be quite...  interesting.  Would you want that?"

Sue shook her head.  "No.  I wouldn't."

"Is that what you believe?  Or what you want to believe?"

"Does it matter, Empress?" 

"Maybe not."  The Skrull eyes narrowed.  "So when did you first suspect?  It's a matter of pride in the craft, see?"

Sue again looked away, frowning.  There was a brief pause.

"When you asked if back in the Skrull world, during the lap dance, or when I was bound before him...  asked if I had..."  She shrugged.  "He...  He wouldn't have needed to ask."

Then she briskly walked away, not looking back.

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She now came towards him, all bright blue eyes and golden hair and that swaying perfect body.  So curvy and bouncy.  So very bouncy and...  Damn.  Was it that cold here?  He tried not to stare.  He must not stare.  He must not be a creep.  

Sue smiled warmly.  "Take care, Rich.  Thank you again for all your help."  She then embraced him.  Tightly. 

He stiffened.  Everywhere.  "Was happy.  To help.  Help you, Mrs. Richards.  Really.  I was."   

She stepped back and smiled warmly at him.  "Sue.  Call me Sue."

"Sure, Mrs. Richards."  He hoped he wasn't as red-faced as he felt.  Or that other things weren't too noticeable.

"Sis, Reed is giving us the 'go' sign." 

Rich remembered the last time she had said farewell.  How could he forget?  Would she again...?  

"Drop by the Baxter Building any time you want, Rich.  I'd love having you there."

She gave him a quick peck in the cheek and went back to her husband.  

"Bring chicks if you drop by,"  Johnny called out, hurrying towards the now glowing portal.  "But no pissed-off bodyguards!" 

"Ah, yeah.  Sure.  Will keep that in mind."

The transport portal shone bright and the Fantastic Four were gone, returned to Earth, and Rich Rider ambled back through the corridors for a while, restlessly looking for the way out of the complex sprawl of Master Xar's labs.  He had to access his suit to get some directions again. 

He stepped into an elevator tube and was surprised by the presence of the tall Skrull female in the body-hugging purple robes that looked far too short and tight on that statuesque frame.  Where had she come from?

"Uh, good morning.  Going down?  Or up?"

"Depends."  She looked him over, carefully.  "I understand you met my daughter recently.  That you are now...  friends."

"Your daughter?"

She moved much closer to him, green eyes shining.  "We need to talk."   

"We do?"

"It may be best if we are friends, too.  Get to know each other."

Rich's eyes grew wide.  The doors slid closed.

THE END