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FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK ALTERNATIVE

by JR / ksennin

DISCLAIMER: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the Fantastic Four comic book, issues 204-217, by Marv Wolfman, John Byrne, and others.  The Fantastic Four and all related characters are property, copyright and trademark of Marvel Comics.  Go buy their comics.  No copyright infringement is intended.  The author received no payment for this story, and no money shall be earned by its distribution.

WARNING: The following story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events.  MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS.  Many so-called adults shouldn't, either.  If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.

FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK ALTERNATIVE

PROLOGUE:  SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME

Unaffected by the harshness of the desolate moonscape, the robed, bald human-like figure looked up from the surface of Earth's natural satellite at the vast, star-studded panorama, cosmic senses reaching far beyond his usual localized area of interest.

Uatu the Watcher had witnessed the multi-threaded unfolding of destiny linked to these Earth beings, the Fantastic Four, of whom he had grown so fond over these recent years of watching, and never been less than surprised at the uniqueness of their spirit and fortitude, at the wide-ranging breadth of their adventures, so extraordinary for beings of a species still barely out from the virtual infancy of its development.  

So many things could always go wrong, for their survival as individuals, and for that of their whole species and world.  

The possible timelines were open to the probing eyes of a Watcher, the colapse of probability into actuality of some paths always more likely than others, with some particular ones proving surprising even to one such as he, when, unlikely as they were in many ways, they still proved strangely compelling in their urgency and intense teleological necessity.

Sometimes could even a Watcher judge which path was truly right or wrong?

FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK ALTERNATIVE

ALTERNATE PART ONE:  WHEN IN THE SKRULL THRONEWORLD, DO AS THE SKRULLS DO

CHAPTER ONE:  SHE'S GOT THE LOOK

The Super-Skrull had made Susan invisible and wrapped about her a tight band of invisible force, keeping her close to him while they walked through the many corridors and levels of the Skrull ThroneWorld's Imperial complex, passing unchallenged the multiple checkpoints, the authority of his high rank and reputation forestalling any elaborate scans.

The neutralizer band on her neck gave just the faintest tingling sensation.

Sue tracked their progress carefully, matching it as well as she could against the model of the place in her head, constructed painstakingly from the descriptions given by the servant girls who prepared her for the party.  She would need to find the way on her own if she managed to escape, unlikely as that seemed.

All around her milled scores of heavily armed Skrull warriors, the elite forces of the Empire, and she was held by its very greatest champion.

But she could not lose hope.

"What if she turns on you?"

"I told you to be silent."

"What if she decides to get rid of you, once you are no longer useful?"

"That will not happen."

"Really?  Seems like she isn't above betraying those close to her."

His invisible force seized her shoulders, applying pressure to her.

"You are just wasting our time.  You want to create doubt and discord.  But it will not work.  You know nothing about us, Earthling, about the powers and influences at play, about...  Nothing.  You know nothing."

"What about Dorrek?  What if he has leverage that you don't know about?  That even she doesn't know about?"

"There is nothing he can do."

"What if he makes her change her mind?  If they reach a new political compromise, a new arrangement?"

"You do not know her.  Or how it is between them."

Susan pursed her lips.  "I do know that Dorrek can be...  persuasive."

"No.  Not this time.  There is no turning back now."

"He may surprise you.  He can be more dangerous than you expected.  I know.  Much, much more.  How else did he get his position?  Get to be emperor?"

"Dirty politics got him the throne."

"What if that works out again for him?  Who would take the fall, then?"

"Nonsense."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because before Dorrek can work out anything he will be dead."

Her fair eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Dead?  Dorrek?"

"Yes.  Dead."

"I-I thought the plan was to overthrow him."

"That is how that is done here."

"Then she-?"

"Yes."

"His very own wife-?"

"He did the same to her father, many years ago."  He shrugged.  "I thought you'd be pleased."

She looked down, then to a side, still startled.

Should she?  Be pleased?

If it was true.  About him.  Dorrek.  Being dead.  Now.  Now that...

Could he really be dead?  Just like that?

Should that please her?  Make her feel better?  After what had happened?  After...  everything?

Hadn't she wished for it?  Didn't she have reasons enough?  Hadn't she thought of it?  Many times?  During the worst of it?   Even while he...  while he had...?

Her lips pressed tightly together.

Would it be wrong?   To have wanted him dead?  That hateful, cruel fiend?  To have wanted it?  Wanted it?  Wanted...?

She breathed deeply, and willed her fists to unclench.

He certainly deserved to be punished.  For everything.  Everything.

She should thankful.  Or at least, relieved.  If it was true, that meant one less threat to worry about.

Yet she found it uncomfortable to even think about it, to think that Dorrek's own wife could have killed him, and while looking just like her, too.

Yet it would not be her.  It would not be her doing.  Nor her choice.  She should not feel troubled, or guilty.

She should not feel guilty.  Even if she had wanted it.  Really wanted it.

Because she had.  Hadn't she?  Wanted it?  Really wanted...  it?

What if it had been her choice?  Would she have...  done it?  Really done it?

What if it still was?

What if it had not happened yet and she could still somehow...  stop it?  Warn him?

Could she?

Would she?

Or would she let him die?  Let him pay for everything he had done?  Let him be gone?  Gone.  Forever.

She pressed her head to the wall behind her.

Even if she could somehow warn him, or even help him, could that...  change things?  Made it different?  Really different?  Could she perhaps earn that their freedom and safety?  But could she have trusted him to be thankful?  Trusted his gratitude?  Trusted... him?  Him?  Afterwards?  Or ever?  Trust him to...?

She shook her head.

No.  Never.  Not with him.  Not Dorrek.  Not ever.

Even as a conjecture, she couldn't have.  It was too big a risk.  Too big to take.

She breathed in deeply.

If Dorrek was really dead, then she never would need to, or have to...  fear him again.  Or hate him.  Or even think about him.  Or about...  About what had happened, and all that...  that almost had.

Never.  Never again.  Right?

***************************************************

It had taken what felt like forever to be finished with all those fools, to finally get free, free to come back.

Dorrek IV, emperor of all Skrulls, entered the room and smiled at the unobstructed view of the blonde Earthling beauty stretched upright by the restrains, naked and helpless, just as he had left her.

Waiting.  For him.

So beautiful.  So mouth-watering beautiful.

Susan Storm, the Invisible Girl of the Fantastic Four of Earth, long-time enemies of the Skrulls, long-time thorn in his side.  She was the wife to their leader, Reed Richards, too, and as powerful as she was physically desirable, with her golden hair and fair-skinned voluptuous body.  A body he had already begun to explore and enjoy as such a body should be.

He would not tire easily of this one, not like with the others.

No, not with her.      

He had so much to catch up with.

He addressed his guards behind him, not looking at them, his eyes fixed on her.

"Stay outside.  This time, whoever interrupts me will be executed, along with all relatives, to the third degree.  No, fourth, the fourth degree.  Understood?"

The guards bowed and exited.  The door closed.

"That all took too long, far too long," he told his captive, out loud.  "You must have grown desperate, waiting for me.  Needing me."

He let his robes fall to the floor.  He was already hard and growing even harder, with anticipation.

"I will spare you any further waiting."

Naked, he went to inspect the displayed implements of his collection.  He needed something less benevolent than the whip, now.

"We have to get back to checking how that delicious tightness of yours holds up."

He ran his hand over the specially-crafted metal surfaces.

"I am sure it will take a long time to stretch you properly.  A long, happy, painful time."

He picked up a couple of exotic choices, setting others aside for later.

"I bet you cannot wait for it.  Wait for this."  He gestured at his oversized erection.  "All of this."

Turning to let her watch, he slipped on heavily studded cock-rings on his member, specially designed and made for him.

"You will grow to love every inch of this cock, my dear, just as much as you fear it."

He felt his flesh grow even harder under the rings' pressure.

"You will love having it stretch you, stretch your tight, wet, hot cunt, so, so much..."

His mouth spread in a twisted smile.

"So unlike that bitch of my wife who cannot appreciate a good thing."

He also studied various clamps and tweezers, verifying that their energy functions were in working order.

"She would... stretch around me, you see, but not the proper way.  Not letting my size do it.  No, she would not have it.  She would not let me, not ever.   She wasted this.  All of this.  Can you believe that?  She made herself looser and looser each time, always too loose by far, no matter how much I tried to catch up.  Always denying her husband and emperor the satisfaction of seeing her wince and moan and cry in pain, just as she should, denying me the rightful pleasure of making it hurt for her.  The fucking bitch."

He nodded.  These would do.

"But you will give me that pleasure, won't you?  You will hurt for me.  You will be so deliciously tight and will hurt, hurt so, so much for me."

He turned towards her, beaming broadly.

"And I may keep you, as my favorite, my official...  Uh?"

The restrains now hung open and empty.

She stood, blonde and beautiful, still naked as before, but unbound, her limbs free.  A weapon, a blaster, was in her hand.

"What are-?"

"What if I take the pleasure of hurting you, instead?"

He dropped everything to reach for his wrist-band, but the energy blast was there first, reducing his hand to fiery ashes, along with most of his lower forearm.

He screamed, staggering back.

"Will that be rightful enough for you?"

Another blast took his other arm off from the elbow down, and he fell to his knees.

"Will that be proper homage to your imperial privilege?"

He wanted to speak, to ask how, why, to demand an explanation of what was happening, but his voice failed him.  He could only let out a shrill whine of pain.

"Proper tribute to your great cock?"

The blast struck right between his legs.

He collapsed to the floor, crouching, his voice returning in a loud, primal scream, and squirmed on the floor, crouched around his charred crotch, flailing his useless, mutilated arms.  His eyes bulged, and his mouth struggled to form words.

She tossed aside the golden hair from her face with a mocking smile.  "Will it?"

Her eyes sparkled green, bright green, as she walked towards him, blonde and fair, slim yet voluptuous, her large round breasts bouncing with each step, so like the beautiful Earthling he had held at his mercy, but the weapon was in her hand, its muzzle smoking faintly.

"So, was it good for you, too?"

***************************************************

Weapons were strewn on the floor before her, but even if Susan could use them, there would be no difference.  Not against him.  Against the Super-Skrull.

Susan grimaced.  "You want to blame it on us.  That's what all this is about.  That's why she took my place, looking just like me, and why you rushed me out of there, invisible.  So you could blame Dorrek's death on us.  On me."

"Someone must always be responsible."

"That's why you had the symbol put back on my uniform, too, to make me more recognizable as one of the Fantastic Four, when you restore the media feeds.  After you have killed us."

"The emperor must be avenged."

***************************************************

Whimpering, he tried to crawl away but his limbs were too damaged to be of any use, and barely gained an inch at a time, as his flesh twisted and shifted down between his legs, trying desperately to mend the charred tissues, to fix his ruined anatomy.

"Oh, you're really trying to fix that thing?"

She aimed and fired again, and he screamed in agony, as the air filled with the cloying stench of burned meat.

"Maybe we should give it some encouraging stimulus, don't you think?"  She spread her arms out, turning about, flaunting her lush, nude body.  "Isn't she just gorgeous?  So busty and firm and lush and golden-haired?"

She tapped at her control wristband and a life-sized holographic image filled the room before his sight, an image of the very same blond woman now aiming a blaster at the fallen Skrull emperor, or one just like her.  Then the holo split in two views, spreading to cover more of the space before them, each half picturing different locations but with the same participant, all images changing in fast succession, showing different angles and distances.  Each then split into two views, spread across the room into four scenarios now, always changing, yet always displaying her, gloriously blonde and nude, each instance in different positions and with different companions.

"You wanted her so much, didn't you?  Wanted her hot lush body?  Wanted her fucked?  Fucked so badly?"

His eyes were clouded with pain, with tears, but he still stared up at the holo images surrounding him.

"You should at least get to see her done.  Or the best next thing."

All holo images stabilized into a single scenario, taken from different angles, showing the blonde Earthwoman entangled in an embrace with an exact copy of her very self, one just as beautiful, spread upright by heavy, restrains, their mirrored mouths joined in a deep, sensuous kiss.

"And see it done well."

The image changed in the holos, the two women again one, as she slid provocatively over the big, rock-skinned creature stretched face-up over a bare, metal floor, her fair, bare skin contrasting with his coarse earthly hide.

"Done well, and hard, and long.  So fucking well, and hard, and long."

Dorrek moaned with mixed pain and bafflement.

"I knew you would like it.  I know I certainly did.  Every second of it.  And I am going to share every single moment with you, my dear husband.  Every single moment as I fucked each of these Earthlings, like this, in her shape, her hot, luscious shape.  For our pleasure.  Yours and mine.  But mostly mine.  And you will watch all of it, until the very end.  Until your very end."

He muttered faint, almost inaudible curses.

"And why did you start that damn stupid war in the first place?  Oh, yes.  The Xandarian Suzerain.  Adora, right?"

In the holo the svelte brunette moaned and laughed, her blue-decorated eyes closed in delight as she rode furiously the young fair-haired human.

"You got us into that disastrous mess that cost us half our fleet and an absurd amount of resources all because you wanted to fuck this slut, this damned painted Xandarian harlot, and others like her.  Yes, look, look at her, look at her being fucked.  As you now will never get to."

She leveled the weapon at him again.

***************************************************

With eyes closed and teeth gritted, Dorrek waited for it, for the next searing blast and the further escalation of the agony.  He knew R'Klll would draw it out, making it last as long as possible.  She had learned well, learned from him, the damn traitorous bitch.

He had always known it could happen; such was the way of his people.  But not like this.  Not so soon.  Not when he had been so close to owning the real Earthling woman's body as fully as he had planed to, as he had so long wanted to, so close to making her belong to him in every possible way.  That jealous bitch of his wife had not even allowed him that final satisfaction.

He heard the shrill noise of the blaster discharge and flinched, but there was no increase in his pain.

Had R'Klll missed?

He looked up just as the sound of another discharge resonated in the room but its energies flared harmlessly in mid-air, mere handspans before him, unable to reach him somehow, blocked by something he could not see.

R'Klll, still wearing the Earthling shape, cursed loudly before being thrown sideways through half the width of the room, the smoking blaster falling from her hand before she was slammed against a draped wall by an unseen force.

Through the daze of his pain, he heard a high gasp coming from the other direction, near the chamber's doors, and hesitant footsteps approaching.

"Oh, my God.  You-You really need help,"  said Susan Storm, becoming visible right before Dorrek, one hand moving to cover her mouth, her blue eyes wide open in shock.  

Despite the terrible pain, despite the horrible injuries crippling him, the Skrull emperor smiled.

CHAPTER TWO:  ALL WORKED UP AND NOWHERE TO GO

Invisible force exploded with such violence that the walls all around were visibly dented, particularly where the Super-Skrull hit, thrown with rocket-like speed.

The Super-Skrull collapsed to the floor, the wall he had struck dented in his wake as deeply as if a giant fist had punched it.  He shook momentarily and his body shifted hesitantly between orange-like cragginess and pliability in a late, ineffective reflex of self-defense.  Some flames burst weakly at scattered spots in his frame, and then went out as finally he lay completely still.

Sue gasped weakly for air and her whole body still trembled with the fading echoes of her having nearly reached the brink, the edge of no return.  But she had prevailed, there, at the very last moment, the very last gasp of her strength, of her will.

At her neck, the power-inhibiting band had snapped, the once-faint silvery circuit lines now blackened, overloaded.

Sue had noticed the tingling, the buzzing at her neck, whenever he used his invisible force power on her, the invisible force that her neckband had been calibrated to neutralize to keep her from using it.  The closer and stronger his invisible force worked, the more noticeable the distortion became, and the more convinced she became it was her only hope for escape.

Each time he had used it on her, she had focused her own power, too, fighting the power inhibition, at the very same time as it reacted to the overlap of the one wielded by the Super-Skrull.  All in order to overtax it, to push it beyond its parameter.  But it had not been enough when used as restrains, on her wrists, waist and ankles.  The joint effect had not been strong enough.

She had needed to goad him into using it on her, much more aggressively, asking him to choke her with it, to kill her with it.  Only then, when exerted directly against her neck, with power enough to choke her to death, and matched by her focused, maximum effort, had it finally been enough to overload the device's tolerances.

She had almost lost consciousness, almost failed to pull it together, to marshal enough strength, enough resistance, enough power to strike back at him.  Almost.

But she had done it.

Grimacing, she fought the conflicting obstacles of simultaneous numbness and soreness, to sit up, to rise off the console, and then faltered, stumbling down to her knees.

She covered her face with her hands and crouched down.

Her shoulders shook.

With a deliberate effort, she reached up and threw away the now useless neckband, feeling a soft sense of victory, misplaced as it was.  She had won, but had also lost.  Lost so much.

Warily, she approached where the Super-Skrull lay unconscious.

Her power lifted him up and slammed him hard against the metal ceiling, then brought him down with to strike the floor with equal violence.  She repeated it twice.  Just in case.

A faint groan rose weakly from the other side of the room.

"Rich?"

The young man was on his knees, or trying to stay there, unsteadily leaning against a wall and shaking his head.

She went to him, concerned.  "Are you alright?"

"Must be.  I hurt too much to be dead."  He glanced around him.  "Oh, damn...  What hit here?"

The guard room was in ruins, devastated by the invisible force blast.  All the equipment, including that which had not been damaged before, was now completely destroyed.  Several of the Skrull guards were now piled over each other near a corner in a bundle of bent limbs.

Sue grimaced.  "There was... a struggle."

***************************************************

"Reed, wake up.  WAKE UP."

The words called Reed Richards back from an immeasurably long distance, back from a vast structure of ideas, of complex interlocking theories still needing to be polished, debugged and cross-checked.

"WAKE!  UP!"

The slap on his face made the trip back much quicker.

"I'm up.  I'm up."

"Reed, this is important.  We're escaping."

"Escaping?"

"The Skrull throne world.  We're getting the hell out."

"Oh.  Yes.  Good idea."

"We need you sharp.  Thinking."

"Thinking, yes."  He rubbed at his eyes, sitting on the cot.  "I can do that.  I think."

"Good.  Why are you naked?"

"I am naked?"

"Yes.  Oh, forget it.  Here.  Put your clothes on."

"Why am I naked?"

"That's what I asked you.  Alright, give me.  Let me help."

"Thanks.  This is all very strange.  I had a very peculiar dream, too."

"A dream?"

"Yes.  Quite vivid, too.  And you were there."

"Oh, really?  I was?"

But then he was unconscious again.

***************************************************

"Ms. Richards!  Lights started to flash on that console over there!  May be bad news!"

"Wouldn't surprise me," she sighed.

Johnny stepped up, smiling broadly.  "Rich!  Dude, have I got something to tell you!  You won't believe what...  Ah, well, maybe later, but...  Hey, why are you dressed like that?"

"They took my Nova suit.  I got what I could."  He wore a loose purple and black bodysuit, several sizes too big.  "Everyone here's too big."

Sue nodded, wincing.  "Yes.  I know."

Johnny raised his hands.  "Oh, yes, wait."  He rushed back to the cells and returned with a grayish box.  "Got this from ah, a friendly local.  Couldn't manage to get it to work, though."

"My Nova suit!  Oh, man, thanks!"  Rich grabbed the box and began to undress.  "Only works for whom it's attuned to-"

"Hey, dude, my sister is right here."

Sue waved her hand, exasperated.  "Never mind that.  There's likely an army of Skrulls on the way down.  Get whatever weapons you can and stand near me-"

Ben muttered angrily, tugging weakly against the heavy metal restrains still binding his limbs, his oversized digits moving stiffly against their very own granite-like skin.  "Dis gots me all weak as a kitty, Suzie.  Won't be much use inna tussle."

"If only we could rouse Reed, maybe he could, I dunno, tinker with the neckbands or something,"  Johnny said.  "And get us back into full strength."

Sue grimaced, looking at her husband, still limp and unresponsive, then glanced back at the rest of the group.

"We can't risk to wait for that."

"Sue, you know I'm not selling short your girl-power or any of that, but I don't think you can take on the whole damn Skrull empire on your own.  Not even with Rich here helping.  No offense, dude."

"Uh, I don't know-"

"Really, Sis, if we can't get Reed to come to, we'll have to find another way to-"

"Yes."  She breathed deeply, closing her fists tightly.  "I know."

***************************************************

They walked quickly out the corridor, all them made invisible by Susan's power.  They managed to evade various heavily-armed patrols but their luck may run out at any moment.

"You all stay here,"  she said, after having found a secluded-enough hiding spot near the docks.  "Rich, keeping everyone safe is up to you, now.  If I'm not back in half an hour or so, or your invisibility is suddenly gone, just go that way and steal a ship somehow, alright?  And get away at any cost, understand?  All of you.  Any cost."

"Suzie, watcha talkin' 'bout?  We couldna leave you behind!"

"Sis, we're all in this together.  As always."

"You must get safely out of here!  You must!  Once Reed is better and you have your powers back, you can come back for me.  Or-"

"But why must we split up, anyway?"

"I think I can... get help."  She grimaced, behind her invisibility.  "But I-I must go alone."

CHAPTER THREE:  THE DEVIL YOU KNOW

"You damn meddling Earthling," Empress R'Klll muttered, wincing, while stumbling up to her knees and reaching to tap at the control band on her wrist. 

Invisible force encircled the silvery wristband to deny access to its activation, before expanding to seize all of the Empress and push her violently against the wall, pinning her body there, flattened out and immobile.

"Stay,"  Susan said.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Leveling the field."  Sue looked with discomfort at that body that looked like a virtually perfect copy of her own, the eerie resemblance not any less obvious in its full nakedness compared to the scant cover given by the tattered remnants of Sue's Fantastic Four outfit.

"You...  could not...  keep away,"  Dorrek rasped, his mouth faltering between a smile and a grimace.  

With even greater discomfort, Sue turned back to him, grimacing, her stomach churning at the sight of the maimed Skrull emperor, her mind still reeling at the shock of the awful extent of his injuries, of his horrific mutilation.

How could he even speak, much less still posture and leer, like that?

There was little blood, the charred flesh having been cauterized instantly, but it made the sight no less gruesome.  Much of both arms had been burned away down to the bone, nearly up to the elbows, but her eyes were instead drawn instantly to the even more obvious damage at Dorrek's groin, where so much of all that she knew should have been there was now missing, almost completely, leaving only a blackened ruin of all that had once been there, of so.... much that had been there, and which had undeniably been such a large part, quite literally, of her most vivid impression of him, of how she thought, of him, or maybe even...  felt?  About...? 

But all which was now gone.  Burned away.  

Disturbed in many ways, she looked away, from there, from that particular spot, from that shocking loss.

She had wanted him punished, hadn't she?  Wanted him to pay.  Pay dearly.  For his threat to her loved ones.  For his abuse for her.  For all he did.  For all he had...  And how he had...  

But like... that?  No.  Not like that.  Certainly not like that.

"You need medical attention.  Urgently."

Dorrek gestured with the stump of an arm at an alcove between the drapes at his right.  "Medical...  drone...  there.  Just...  touch..."

She shook her head, grimacing.  Why wasn't she surprised that a medical drone was kept at Dorrek's private sex rooms?

"Not yet."  She felt awful about this, about bartering coldly with someone's actual life, but it also meant the lives of those she truly cared about.  And then, it was Dorrek, after all, and she remained all-too aware of everything he had done, to them, to her, of all that of which he was guilty.  "First, we must reach an agreement."

"We could reach any agreement you want, Susan,"  R'Klll cut in, her voice still an unnerving copy of Susan's own.  "Just let that hideous gnome die, as he well deserves to, and then I'll give you anything you want.  Anything!"

Susan glanced at her, frowning for a moment when noticing the now-static holographic image of two entangled participants.  Was that Adora?  And Johnny?  When had that happened?  How had that happened?

But that wasn't important now.

"And how could I trust you'd do that, Empress?  After you meant for us to be blamed for your killing him?  And then we were to be killed, too, weren't we?"

Susan's mirrored face smiled mirthlessly.  "That was just politics, darling.  Nothing personal, really.  Yes, I meant to use you four, but he DID use you, didn't he?  He had you all judged and condemned to death.  You're alive only because he wanted to have your little tight Earthling cunt!  And what he did, to you, that was personal, or wasn't it?"

Susan grimaced, looking away.  "Maybe.  But at least he was open and honest about it."  She knew well what Dorrek had wanted.  What he likely still wanted.  "Could you say the same?"

"She can't."  Dorrek lifted his head painstakingly, laboring for breath.  "She...  Always was a...  traitorous bitch..."

"I will let you go now, free, you and your companions.  And I will end the war with Xandar.  The war he started.  All to conquer yet another piece of non-Skrull ass.  Did you know that?"  She cocked her head at the stalled holo.  "That piece of ass."

"That isn't such a great concession, Empress,"  Sue stated, deliberately not looking at the holo again.  Seeing her brother having sex, with the Xandarian, too, should not discomfort her that much, should it?  After all she had gone through?  Yet it felt...  strange.  Improper.  "Your invasion force was defeated, wasn't it?  Even if we were captured, you lost the war already.  Suing for peace is your safest way out, now."

"I-I can give you peace, too.  And more.  Much more,"  Dorrek's rasped, his voice barely a whisper now.   "Just kill her...  Kill the damn bitch...  Then you...  Can take her place.  At my side.  Ruling... the Empire.  As my... wife.  As my... Empress."

"WHAT?"  Sue turned to him.   "Your-wife?  Are-Are you insane?"

"You...  truly deserve to be...  more than just... a favored concubine.  You'd... share my throne...  and bed... and-"

"You Earthling slut!"  R'Klll spat.  "Was that what you really wanted all along?"

"NO!  I-I just want to save my family!"

"We...  can make our own,"  Dorrek wheezed.  

"WHAT?"  R'Klll's stolen face contorted with even greater anger.  "YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"

Shocked, Susan stared.  "Our own-?"

"Yes...  A new...  stronger line to... inherit the Empire-"

"YOU BASTARD!  HOW DARE YOU EVEN SAY SUCH A THING?  OUR DAUGHTER ANELLE IS THE HEIR!"

"No.  No!  I'd never...."  Sue shook her head.  In denial.  In disbelief.  How could he even say such a thing?  Not just suggest that she could somehow, absurdly, ever marry him, marry Dorrek, marry that hateful ugly alien enemy, but that she could also actually even get to...  procreate?  To actually BREED?  With him?  With Dorrek?  Get knocked up and birth his children?  Their children? 

How could she?

Surely that could not be even possible.  They were different species.  It could not.  Even if...  

"Don't worry about...  this..."  Dorrek nodded weakly at his lower body.  "It...  It'll grow back.  Just as it was.  Just as you knew it.  Just as you came to-"

"That's it, then?"   R'Klll laughed loudly, bitterly.  "The big selling point?"

Sue was startled out of her disgust and confusion.  "What?  No.  NO!"

"You really liked that big, fat cock of his, didn't you, you damn Earthling?"

"NO!"

"But I can match that, you slut."

To Susan's surprise, something began to grow between the legs of her apparent double, something thick and long and green, as inhumanly thick and long and green as that which was now missing between Dorrek's legs.

"Will this be enough for you?"

Sue blanched at the sight.  The monstrously big phallus seemed even more alien and inhumanly-sized than ever in its sharp, incongruous contrast with the otherwise still feminine body that so closely mirrored her own.

"Maybe you did more than just like all that huge Skrull cock.  Maybe you loved it.  Really loved it.  Loved all of that huge Skrull cock it as it stretched so wide and deep your wet and hot and previously-tight Earthling cunt."

"NO!"

"Maybe you loved it, all of it, so much that you can't help but wonder, wonder if you don't actually love him, too; actually love that ugly, selfish creep with his huge, hard bitch-tamer..."

"NO!"

"Wouldn't you love to be just the bitch who he tames long and hard with it?"

"NO!  I-I DON'T!"

"Oh, I can't blame you.  I know how that hateful bastard can really fuck a girl's brains out with all of that cock and make her love it, love all of it and love him for it, too.  Desperately.  He really can.  I know so well.  So I can't blame you.  For wanting it.  For really, really wanting it.  Wanting it so, so badly.  And for running back to him because of it-"

"I DIDN'T RUN BACK TO HIM BECAUSE OF HIS COCK!"

"Lie to yourself all you want.  But remember it was just a cock, and just a fuck.  And no matter how well that bastard can fuck, how better than anyone else he can really, really fuck, he's still a hateful petty creep.  And a powerful and beautiful female like you deserves better.  And I can give you better.  Much, much better."

The huge member between her legs stood rampant, daunting in its size and hardness.  

Susan stepped backward, shaking her head, color drained from her face.  "No.  No.  NO.  I NEVER-I'D NEVER-!"

"But if you're really sweet on him, on all of him, despite how truly ugly and disgusting he is...  or maybe precisely because of that...  because of how dirty and naughty you feel for falling so hard, so badly, for such an ugly and disgusting runt just because of how hard you came with his huge cock inside you-"

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

"Well, I can give you all of that, too.  I can give you every part of that.  Every part of him."

Her face began to change, to turn green and lined and alien.  A male Skrull face.  His face.

"Stop.  Don't-"

"I can fuck you just as he would, looking just as he would, while fucking your brains out so hard with his huge, hard cock-"

"I SAID STOP-!"

Invisible force struck the Empress, slamming her against the hard wall behind the draperies.  Her body then fell, limp, to the floor, an unsettling combination still showing most of Susan's female bodily characteristics, her curved contours, her large round breasts and fair skin, combined with Dorrek's green Skrull facial features and the grotesquely oversized phallus protruding between her thighs.

Susan covered her mouth, aghast at her too-violent reaction.  

Had she struck so hard even at the beefy Skrull guards right outside, when she had arrived, invisible, to sneak back into this chambers?  She hoped she had not hurt the Empress too badly.

Why had her words gotten so much to her?  

It was all nonsense, after all.  Nonsense.  

Had she just taken out on her all the pent-up anger and frustration?  From all that had happened?  From the multiple ordeals she had gone through?  With Dorrek?  And Kl'rt?  All that had left her shaken, emotionally raw, ready to explode?   

The Empress had just taken the brunt on it, but that meant Sue had over-reacted into making the choice of which Skrull royal figure to back.  And now she had to live with it.  And make the most of it.

Then she realize that Dorrek was no longer breathing.

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"Reed, wake up.  We need your brains, damn it."

"It's no use, Matchstick, Stretcho's really outta it."

"Um, what time is it?  Ms. Susan said that-"

Johnny frowned.  "Dude.  We wait for her."

"We wait till da cows come home and den we go look for her."

Rich did not argue.

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>>IMPERIAL MEDICAL DRONE ZEPHA GATHA SEVEN FOUR SYSTEM STARTING<<

Sue cursed between her teeth.  What was taking the damn machine so long to get going?  Did Microsoft sell operating systems here, too?

He was definitely not breathing.

Maybe the Empress was right.  Maybe Dorrek was without doubt an evil, cruel monster, and deserved to die.  A part of her had actually wanted him dead, during the worst parts of it, when he...  Maybe even right after...  

She had reason enough to hate him, to be angry at him, didn't she?  After what he had done.  But he was now likely her best chance to get Reed and the others out of this hateful place.  Maybe her only chance.

She had to keep him alive.  For that.  Just for that.  No matter what it took.

Without any further hesitation, she quickly knelt by his side and taking his head between her hands, made him face up, and after taking a deep breath, leaned forward to fully cover his open mouth with hers, her face right against his, against his ugly, green alien face.

His lips were dry and unresponsive under hers, so unlike before, so much unlike before.

She pulled back and drew another deep breath before returning to cover his mouth again, breathing out into him, one hand on his deeply-lined jaw, the other covering his wide, flat nose, forcing air into his lungs, doing it again and again, with ever-growing urgency, knowing there was no time to lose, pushing aside her unease, her queasiness at having to again touch him, at even being close to him again, like this, so close together, joined mouth to mouth, lips to lips; so close, so close to how it had been before, when she had no other choice but to endure it, to let it happen.

"Come on,"  she rasped.  "Fight, damn it, fight!"  

He had to.  Had to.  The damn bastard could not be gone.  He could not.  He had to come back, had to respond, respond to her.  To her efforts.  To her fighting for him.  To her kiss of life.  

Even if it wasn't a kiss.  Because it wasn't.  Her mouth might be again against his, his taste again on her lips, but it was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.  It was different.  

It was not a kiss, not like it had been before, not like it had been when she had been the one who was helpless, and they had kissed, truly kissed, really kissed.  No, when he had kissed her, forcibly kissed her, violently kissed her, kissed her roughly, against her will, mashing his coarse lips against hers, his long, long tongue tangling with hers, deep into her mouth, filling her mouth, and all of her, with his taste and his heat and the pressure of his touch, which brooked no denial, overpowering her, so forcefully, so demanding, so alive.  So unlike now.  When he was nothing like he had been before, laying here, right under her, unmoving.  Nearly dead.  Dead.

How could he not respond to her?  To her?  How?  Could it just be too late?  Too late for anything?  No matter what she did?  No matter what she still needed?  Of him?  For them?  For her?  

But she refused to accept that.  It could not be.  He could not be gone.  He could not.  Not now.  Not this way.  Not when she had her mouth on him.  Her lips on him.  Like this.  Just like this.  She pressed forward, against all of him, her mouth firmly joined to his, desperately giving him her last, parting breath, her warmth, her life.

Then there was the faint, almost imperceptible motion of the narrow bony chest expanding under her, and his mouth stirred just barely against hers.  

Still uncertain, she drew back just fractions of an inch, her open lips still brushing against his, even as he weakly took in air on his own, in short, halting gasps, each as tentative and unsure as her mouth's lingering contact against his, while his breath grew warmer, and faster, joined to hers, as again were their mouths, their lips, their tongues, as she closed her eyes, awash in grateful relief, letting the previously built-up nervous tension leave her body, and letting it become just what she had been denying before that it may be.  What now, here, felt that had to be.  Not holding back.  And then tension began to fill her body again, all through her, making her...

Gasping, she pulled back, abruptly, away from him, sitting back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand, to wipe away his taste, his wetness, the feeling of...

What had she just done?  How had that, there, at the end, almost-no, actually become a-?  

>>NANOBOT-ENHANCED TRANSFUSION COMPLETED<<

The drone withdrew from Dorrek's upper arm a probe with a retracting syringe.  Other probes moved towards him, spraying healing foam onto his injuries.

There was a weak cough, and Dorrek opened his eyes.  

"So...  you did choose..."   His voice was a weak, barely audible rasp.

"I-I did what I had to do,"  she muttered in reply, getting back to her feet, and looking down at his weakly stirring shape with lingering unease.

"Did... you?"  

Had she?  Did she really have to do THAT?  To bring him back?  Or had it just been the drone's work?  And not that she had...?

>>FIRST STAGE EMERGENCY RECOVERY EFFECTED.  VITAL SIGNS STILL BELOW STABLE THRESHOLDS. INITIATE MONITORING OF SECOND STAGE.<<

"Save your strength.  Let the drone work."

"Ah...  Your... concern for me is... quite touching."

"Concern?  I was just...  You-You were fading out.  So I had to... help you...  to breathe-"

"You...  had to.  Mouth... to mouth.  Of course."

She felt her cheeks warming up.  "Perhaps I should have let you die, and dealt with your wife instead."

"Oh, there's no...  complaint.  From me.  Or you... I'm sure."  He coughed some more, shifting on the floor.  "Did you...  kill her?  R'Klll?"

"Kill her?  Of course not."  She frowned, glancing at where her duplicate lay slumped.  "I think she's just unconscious."

"Why... wait, then?  Get it... done.  So you can... take her-"

"Oh, no.  Don't even start with THAT again!"

"How else to start our new-?

"No.  You two work things out between yourselves however you will.  Go to marriage therapy or split up or you throw her into jail or whatever.  But I won't be part of it.  Or anything else.  Whatever happens, we're leaving this place, right now, my family and I.  Safe and sound.  And you're going to make sure of it."

"Am I?"

"I saved your life, and your throne, too.  Not that you deserved it.  But now you owe me.  Do you understand?  YOU FUCKING OWE ME.  And you're going to pay me back.  You're going to do exactly what I tell you to do.  Or your wife may get her weapon back."

"I see."  Dorrek's eyes narrowed.  "There's really much more to you than I had thought, Susan Storm of Earth.  Much, much more than the delectably self-evident."

"And there used to be a lot more of you, Dorrek.  But not anymore." 

"I told you that can be-"

"And if you want to stay around long enough to get that back, you'd better do as I say."  She blandished before him the Skrull wristband that she had taken from Kl'rt.  "You're going to give some orders, right away.  You'll say that we can go.  Free.  All of us.  A starship must be fueled up and ready to take us back to Xandar.  Without any more fighting, or any hindrances, or any trickery."

"Why would you want to go back there?  Such a dump, really.  If you stay here instead-"

"Also, the girls who...  bathed me; Daanua, the Krylorian, and the other two, the Kree and the Shi'Ar.  You'll order to have them join us at the launch docks.  Free and unharmed.  And they'll also come with me."

"Those three?  I'm sure they can come with you if-"

"And you'll announce formally that the war with IS over.  You will make peace.  With Xandar.  And with us.  With Earth and the Fantastic Four.  And you will make it last.  For good."

"Fine.  It will be done.  The peace.  And your companions may go free.  The concubines, too.  While you and I can discuss at leisure the terms for a formal armistice-"

"All hostilities are to be stopped immediately and you let us go, right away.  There's nothing else to discuss.  You work out the details with the Xandarians.  After we're gone."

"We could at least first take the time to properly, ah, come together, to a mutually satisfactory-"

"WE GO NOW.  TOGETHER.  FREE.  UNHARMED.  OR ELSE."

"If you're in such a hurry, perhaps we could agree to, ah, meet at some later time-"

"What drugs did that drone give you?  Stop wasting time, Dorrek.  YOU OWE ME.  So no strings attached.  You give the orders NOW.  And carefully, too.  Or I'll crush this medical drone right now and give your wife her weapon back."

"How about one last kiss, then?  As farewell?  Now that we can both share it as it should?  As equals?"

"Really?"  He had to go there, didn't he?  

>>WARNING.  WARNING.  UNKNOWN EXTERNAL PRESSURE INCREASE THREATENING UNIT FUNCTIONS<<

Dorrek sighed.  "You'd be such a magnificent wife and empress."

"In your dreams,"  she scoffed.

"Or in yours?  Where you'll always wonder how it could have been?  Or would have been?"

"It could have been that you died and I had to deal with your wife, instead.  How about that?"

"You know, you can always change your mind.  Later.  Or sooner."

"Don't hold your breath.  I hope I never see you or your damn world again, Dorrek.  And really, you couldn't have handled me as your wife."

She then walked to the exit, not looking back.

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"You waited."

"Aw, Suzie.  Ya know we ain't dat good at counting anyways, kiddo."

She sighed.  "I thought you would.  Come on, get Reed up.  A ship is there for us."

"And the Skrulls?"

"Their fight with us is over.  We can just go."

Johnny's eyebrows rose.  "You made peace?  With the Skrulls?"

"Something like that."

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The guards would arrive shortly, along with the full medical crews, so he muttered the override code for the medical drone, so it would obey voice commands, and had it pick up the dropped blaster.  Then, with its assistance, he got up, and leaning against the null-grav-supported metal body, moved closer to where R'Klll had begun stirring.

"You know, for all your pride in your shape-shifting skills, you really did not get her quite right.  I should have really noticed sooner.  Her face.  And her teats...  Such firm, bouncy fullness...  Good try, but there's no comparison, really."

"Fuck you,"  R'Klll spat bitterly, eyes filled with hate.

"You had your chance, my dear."  

He gave the order.

He stared for a while, afterwards.  No comparison indeed.

He would have Kl'rt blamed, of course.

She thought he could not handle her.  As his wife.  He should get about to proving her wrong.

FANTASTIC FOUR: EARTH GIRLS AIN'T EASY, THE DORREK ALTERNATIVE

ALTERNATE PART TWO:  BUT THEY CAN BE HAD

CHAPTER ONE:  SHOULD OLD ACQUAINTANCE BE FORGOT

"Do we really have to do this?"

"We are here already.  Guests of honor, too.  It would not be polite to just leave now, would it?"

At his side on the luxurious vestibule, Susan Storm fidgeted.  "I just don't like it.  They were hardly transparent with us, Reed.  They were after you, to use you, to get the Nullifier."

"They were at war, Sue.  And it all worked out, no?"

Sue stared at her husband, her lips tightening, remembering all that happened.  Their capture and stay at the Skrull ThroneWorld.  Her ordeal there and their narrow last-ditch escape.  Securing a new herald for Galactus.  The Sphinx.  The reappearance of Kl'rt.  Terrax.  Standing against Galactus.  All of it.  

And how so many things were no longer quite the same.

She reached to adjust Reed's black tie.  "Wasn't that easy."

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"Harder!  Harder, please!  And bigger!  Oh, please!  Just...  Just make it bigger!"

"Like this-?"

"More!  Like that, yes, but more!  Please!  Much more!"

"Sue, I don't-"

"Oh, Reed, please!  Make it bigger!  Much bigger!  So big I squeal!  So big it splits me in two!  PLEASE!"

Reed laughed.  "Oh, Sue.  That'd be too much, wouldn't it?"

"NO!  NO!  I WANT THAT!  JUST THAT!  PLEASE!"

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not much later, sitting on the bed by her side, running his hand over her fair hair while she hugged a pillow, with her back to him.  "I-I'm just a bit...  uncomfortable with...  that..."

"I know.  It's alright."

"I know you want to... expand things a bit."

"Yes.  I do.  Expand."  She sighed.  More than a bit, really.  Much more.  "Why can't we-?  Is it wrong to-?"

"No, no, of course it is perfectly normal to try new things.  To experiment!"  He smiled.  "But we would not want to have it get out of hand, right?  Not too far, too quickly."

"We wouldn't?"

"I wouldn't want to risk-"

"A little more risk would be fine."

"I just would never want to hurt you."

She winced.  "Never?"

"We'll keep working at it.  Find the proper balance."

"Maybe I don't want it... proper, or balanced," she whispered.  "Maybe I just want it big and hard and rough.  Maybe I do want it to hurt."

"Excuse me?"

She stared at the ceiling.  "Nothing.  It's nothing."

"We should probably get started."  He stood up.  "They're waiting for us at Xandar at around eight."

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The dress was on display when she walked into the dressing room of her guest quarters at the Xandarian palace.  Long and shimmery and exquisite, it was an amazing sight of flowing silver unlike anything she had ever seen.  Next to it, on an open case, were white gold earrings shaped like the Fantastic Four symbol.

"Oh, Reed, it's gorgeous.  Just gorgeous.  I don't know what to say."

From the other room, Reed glanced in quickly.  "Uh?"

"Thank you, dear.  Really.  It's perfect."

"Oh.  Great."  He went back out.

She was amazed he even remembered her size.  Or close to it, at least.  It did look like a tight fit.  A very tight fit.  Sometimes having large boobs was really an annoyance.

And could she even have anything on under that?  At all?

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She finished adjusting her husband's suit and turned to face the entrance to the Xandarian ballroom with a resigned sigh.

"Is it too tight?"

"Uh?"

"The dress.  Is it too tight?  Does it make my behind look too big?  Or my boobs?  It's just so-""

"Oh, no.  It looks great on you."

"I don't want to look slutty.  Does it show too much leg?"

"Susan, dear, you look beautiful."

"You always say that."

"Well, you always look like that."

"That's not helping."

The doors opened and they were ushered in with great ceremony into the Xandarian equivalent of a ballroom.  Polite applause welcomed them, while multiple media drones recorded their entrance.

The space was enormous, its size emphasized by the partially translucent dome overhead that afforded a dazzling view of the cluttered local star-cluster hosting the artificially-linked set of enclosed planetary fragments that comprised Xandar.  There were easily thousands of people assembled on the many layered terraces and expansive areas mixing foliage with luxurious lounging sections.  Water spouted up and sideways in many gravity-manipulated decorative arrangements all over, while carefully layered music from exotic instruments filled the air.

The crowd was made of members of multiple humanoid species and a handful of non-humanoid ones.  The majority were clearly Xandarians, Earth-like in physiology but not in dress code.  Plentiful skin was on display from males and females alike, wispy veils and tight ribbons combining flamboyantly with the distinctive makeup patterns surrounding their eyes.

But what made Susan pause were the many green faces present as well.  The pointed and elongated ears, wide mouths over deeply corrugated chins, and the various shades of green skin clearly identifying them as Skrulls, the long-time enemies of the Fantastic Four and recent would-be invaders of Xandar.  Despite the careful climate control she instantly felt cold, and drew closer to her husband, gripping his arm tightly.

"So many.  Of them."

"Uh?"

"Skrulls."

"Ah, yes.  It is a celebration of the Skrull peace treaty with Xandar, so of course there would be a sizable presence."

She did not loosen her hold.  "Can we leave as early as possible?"

It was an unusual inversion of roles.  Normally it was Reed who shunned social events and she the one making him attend and stay beyond the first few minutes.  Normally.

"I don't see why not.  We should just be visible for a reasonable while, to avoid offending them, and then-"

"Let's make it a short reasonable while, alright?"

He nodded, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Susan avoided looking at anyone, anything in particular.  She could not wait to leave this place.

Everything about it, from the decadent decor to the strange, alien faces, brought back to her unpleasant memories of the much similar event recently held back at the Skrull Home-World, where she and the others had been held as prisoners, and which she had been forced to attend as unwilling companion, as party date, to the cruel and devious Skrull emperor himself.  She had to walk by him, and hold his arm, much as she now did with Reed, her husband.  How many of these Skrulls, the political and military elite of their kind, now present here had been there as well, watching her with merciless, antagonistic eyes, as she was exposed to them in that almost-nothing dress, flaunted by that disgusting creep as his escort, his date, his would-be future concubine.  How many of them had watched her family being threatened by certain death, and celebrated it?  How many had stared at her as she had been forced to dance and strip for them?  For him?

How many remembered all that just now, while watching her?  

Her chill did not leave her.

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With his Nova suit in full ceremonial configuration, Rich Rider almost tripped and dropped his helmet.

It was her, walking in with her husband.  Susan Storm Richards.  The Invisible Woman.  Looking very, very visible.

She had her blond hair gathered high, with just a few long strands deliberately loose at each side of her face to frame her flawless features.  She looked pale under the minimal makeup, her eye-shadow a soft pastel that did not compete with the catching blue of her eyes.  She was almost heart-breaking beautiful.

But undeniably lovely as her face was, her figure in that dress was what made him ache all the way to his private parts.

The long, body-hugging silvery sheath covered her fully from neck to just above her high-heels, but with a daring slit high along one side, showcasing a smooth, toned leg with each step.  The thin fabric fit like a second skin, with a minute, delicate texture that emphasized her generous curves, seeming to shimmer and shift as she moved, adjusting fluidly to her contours with the swaying motions of her walk, as if her body had been thinly coated with impossibly pure liquid silver, calling attention boldly to her hourglass-like shape, with the flat abdomen and narrow waist, the nicely curved hips and solid, rounded behind, and the tightly-packed, large, high-set breasts where the texture and surface sheen highlighted the subtly noticeable nubs of her nipples.

She wore no other adornments than matching earrings shaped like the Fantastic Four logo.  There was no need for anything else.

And there was no way she had anything under that.  No way.

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"You guys!  You finally showed up!"

"Hello, Johnny."

"What took so long?"  His face was flushed and he held a glass full of a reddish liquid.  "Alright, I can see now why you're late.  Wow.  They had to sew that thing around you?  Can you actually breathe?"

"Very funny.  I can breathe, yes.  Reed just had to check some things at the lab before leaving."

"Ah, nothing new there.  So where's Ben?"

"Begged off at the last moment.  He didn't feel like bringing Alicia here and did not want to come without her."

"Bummer.  The party is awesome.  Lots of gorgeous-looking babes and the most amazing stuff to eat and drink."

"Careful with the booze, Johnny."

"Aye, Aye, Mommy."  He bowed with an exaggerated gesture.  "Rich?  Buddy!  What're you doing over there staring like that?  Come here!  I need a wingman!"

"Ah, yes.  Hello.  Mr. Richards.  Ms. Richards.  How-How are you doing?"

"It's nice to see you again, Rich."

"Rich, my man, where are those three babes Sue left with you the last time?"

"Oh, we kinda lost contact these days.  They opened a business.  Doing quite well, I hear."

"Oh, great for them."  Sue smiled wistfully.  She would have liked to see her friends again.  It may have made this night bearable.  

"Alright, Rich, come with me, let's get away from the old folks and get some drinks."

He dragged Rich away, who glanced back at Sue nervously.

"Er, I kinda don't-"

"Come on, you gotta get me connected there.  Those were really hot babes."

Sue shook her head, watching them go.  "We have to help Johnny get a steady girlfriend.  He's going to end up with some alien STD or something."

"Interesting concept.  Sexually transmitted diseases tend to be those so hard to contract that they require intimate exchange of fluids.  However, the index of actual sexual compatibility among humanoid species which should be null, considering their evolving on distant worlds, is instead unusually high, and not just regarding the basic physiological mechanics, which can actually be still be implemented within considerable tolerances even with gross differences, but also on the more complex matters of chemical effects, all which hint at some kind of common origin.  Some actually especulate on the possibility of enabling even functional genetic compability even across-"

"Alright, now I regret having mentioned it.  Maybe we could get some drinks, too."

"Really?"  He momentarily stretched his midsection an extra foot to peer over the crowd around them.  "I'll get you one, dear.  Just wait."

"No, no.  Don't you leave me here -REED!"

But he had already moved away.  Fuming, she tried to follow, but his pliability gave him a great advantage in navigating through the multitude of party-goers.

"Oh, great.  Just great."

"He did not just leave you, did he?  So that anyone could just come and take you away?"

Susan froze in place, a sudden chill filling her to the bone, at those words in that particular distinctive voice coming from right behind her, unmistakable even with the loud din of multiple overlapping conversations and background music.

Struck by a deep, surreal feeling of lightheaded unsteadiness, of lack of rightful balance, that permeated all of her and everything all around, making her previous apprehension seem like mild, casual unease, she turned around, towards the short, ungainly figure standing there, a mere step away.

Her dress now felt so tight that she could hardly breathe.  

How could this be happening?  Coming face to face, again, with him?  Him?  Of all people?  Here?  Like this?

"You?  How-How dare you?"  

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"Johnny Storm of the Fantastic Four.  I am happy to find you."

Both young men turned at the soft, musical voice, towards the young girl in the lush, ornate robes flowing over her graceful slender frame, her long shiny black hair arranged in a complex pattern under the elaborate headdress, its green highlights shining in the indirect lighting.  Her bright green eyes shone, large in her lovely pale green face.

At her smile, both instantly stood up straighter.

"Princess...  Analle?"

"Anelle."

"Right, Anelle!

Rich stared.  "She's a-?  But she's so-"

Johnny hushed him quickly.  "Great to see you again, Princess.  You look lovely tonight."

Rich nodded.  "Lovely.  Yes."

"Thank you.  Johnny Storm, about our recent meeting..."

"Oh, yes!  It was you, who came to my cell!  Back when I was held prisoner."

"Please.  Be more discreet."  She glanced nervously at the two beefy Skrull warriors standing a couple of paces behind her.  "But yes, I did see you there."

"But it wasn't you the second time, right?  Not while looking just like my-"

"I did go a second time."  She pointed at Rich.  "I gave you back his warrior suit.  To help you escape."

"Oh, yes.  That.  Right.  It was all a bit confusing.  Not that all hot green babes look alike or anything, but-"

"I was glad to know that you got away safe."

"Was kinda glad myself, too."

"So, what did he say?  Did he give you any reply for me?"

"Um, come again?"

"When you delivered my message, did you get any reply meant for me?"

"Oh!  THAT message?"

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"Ah, but the universe belongs to those who dare, my dear."

Standing almost a head taller in her high heels, Sue had to look down at him, at Dorrek VII, Emperor of All Skrulls, as he faced her, clad in ornate, dark-purple robes, smiling broadly with that leering, mischievous grin she had learned to despise.

"I-I didn't believe you'd be so...  shameless.  To come here and...  come anywhere near me.  Like this."  Her voice felt flat and somehow distant, as if spoken by someone else.

"Ah, but I had to be here.  I signed the peace with Xandar myself, didn't I?  Just as you asked.  Of course, that meant taking part of all the consequent ceremonies."

"You could still have kept your distance.  You should have."  

Yet she should have known better.  Better than to expect that of him.  

Could he be up to something?  A betrayal of the peace?  Or some other treachery?    

She quickly glanced all about them, away from him, everywhere but at him.  Yet the party continued around them with apparent obliviousness to their current exchange, but for the half-dozen burly Skrull warriors in full ceremonial regalia postioned several paces away, too far to hear them through the ambient noise, yet watching them carwith dull, business-like eyes.  Dorrek's bodyguards, certainly.  If they had stood any closer they would have towered over her and made the old emperor appear much shorter and slightier, ridiculously so, even.

"Ah, but then I would have missed seeing you, here, in that dress."  His deep-set green eyes had been moving all over her silvery-sheathed figure with deliberate slowness, blatantly lingering over every single inch of her.  "And how could anyone bear such a loss?"

At that word, her eyes also drifted downward, from that ugly, deeply-lined green face that so disgusted her, over the dark-purple robe covering his gangly alien shape.  Then her eyebrows rose.

"You really... recovered from your injuries," she muttered.  It was not a question.

He smiled even wider.  "Oh, indeed I did.  Meant a lengthy stay in a regeneration pod, but I'm again as whole as I ever was.  As you now can very obviously see."

Sue immediately looked up, from where the Skrull robes bulged so noticeably just below his waist, meeting his cruel, piercing stare instead, their eyes now leveled with each other's.  

"Good.  For you," she said, quickly, perhaps too quickly.

Had she been staring?  Letting her eyes linger there, for longer than necessary?  Why would it even been necessary?  At all?  To glance there?  Even for an instant?  He wore loose, floor-length robes, how could it still be so obvious just how much...?

"Oh, not just for me, I can well assure you.  Would've been such a huge, huge loss otherwise, wouldn't you agree?"

She winced, the cold that had previously filled her now gone, replaced by a growing sweltering discomfort.  

How could seeing him again, like this, make her feel so rattled, so off-balance, so... vulnerable?

But how couldn't it? 

This was Dorrek, the hateful, cruel enemy who had threatened her family with a slow, wasting death, and who had her...  had her imprisoned and bound and tortured and abused and...  used, like no other before him ever had.  Seeing him, hearing him...  How could it not bring that back?  All of that?  

But she was no longer bound and helpless before him, denied the use of her power.   

She squared her shoulders.  "I... may agree that it was a...  rather big thing...  for you."

His eyes sparkled.  "Of course it was and still is-"

"A big shock, really.  For you.  To realize how easily you could be made to lose... everything.  Everything you hold dear."

His right brow rose.  "Why, my dear, is that a threat?"

"More of a warning.  Something you should keep in mind.  Or you may need to be reminded again."

His eyes narrowed.  "Ah, but how could I forget?  When you were such a part of it?  How could any of us forget?  Any of it?"

She tensed.  Instead of taking the hint he wanted to go there?  There?  When so much of her still wanted to strike at him, to hurt him, to seek retribution for the pain, the humilliation, for...  everything?  For a chance to give release her pent-up anger and shame?  

But now there was peace, between Xandar and the Skrulls.  They were now celebrating that.  She could hardly blow up on him, now, here, before everyone, could she?  No matter how much she wanted to.

"Just what do you think you're doing, Dorrek?"  Even speaking his name felt distasteful.  "With this?  All this?  Coming up to me?  Forcing this encounter to happen?"

"I'm just chatting amiably, my dear.  That's why we are all here, no?  To chat.  To catch up.  To...  re-connect.  With each other."

She grimaced.  Another part of her longed to flee, to escape, to get away from him as far as possible, just like back then, through so much of it.  But she would not do that.  Could not do that.   Much as she wanted to just turn her back on him and walk away, she did not want to appear as if could not face him. As if she needed to run away from him.   She could not do that.  She could not give him that.  Even if that meant standing here and exchanging empty words with him, with the very hateful, disgusting creep who had done so much to her that she could never forgive.  

At least until Reed came back, and they could leave together.  So she could then leave Dorrek, and everything about him, behind her, forever.  As it had to be.

"There's nothing to catch up with, Dorrek.  Or anything else between you and me-"

"Isn't there?  I understand that after we parted ways, you and your companions went on to defeat yet another cosmic-level threat to your planet.  The Sphynx, right?  And then Galactus, as well.  The World-Devourer itself!  So impressive.  Almost as impressive as you, now, making that dress re-define what beauty can be."

She frowned with disbelief.  Was he trying to flatter her?  To flirt with her?   To come on to her?  

"Last time we saw each other you needed me to save your life, Dorrek.  Will I have to regret it?"

"Ah, there is indeed much to regret in how we had to part ways, my dear.  Not because of your caring efforts on my behalf, but-"

"Caring?  I would hardly call it 'caring', or anything like that, Dorrek.  I made a deal with you, a deal out of necessity.  To save my team, my family, from you and your kind.  To get away from your world.  From you.  And what you had done.  And meant to do.  To go free and NEVER have to see you again, anywhere.  Not to have to find you again when I least expected to!"

"But we did part as allies, didn't we?"

"No.  No.  Nothing like that.  We just agreed to no longer be active enemies.  There's a difference.  A BIG difference."

"Yet surely we can find a way to... start anew?  Start fresh?  Now that we are at peace, at last."  He gestured at the crowd around them, at the larger scenario.  "Surely things can now be different.  Be better.  For both of us.  For all of us."

"Your peace with Xandar is one thing, Dorrek.  But that doesn't mean I can just leave behind all that happened before that as if it hadn't-"

"I certainly don't expect you to!  I understand your being still upset at how all that came about, and surely even more about how it came to end.  Or rather how it didn't.  So if we are to start a new, mutually satisfying relationship between-"

"A relationship?  Between us?  Are you insane?  You think we could ever be friendly with each other?  Or... anything else?"  She did not even want to think about what he could have been expecting.  He couldn't be that deluded, could he?  "After what you did?  After how-how you...  abused me?  How you had me bound and tortured?  And forced to-Made to...  After EVERYTHING?"  

"Yes, that may have been a bit too much, too soon.  Particularly for our first time together-"

"Our first-?"  She clenched her fists in barely contained anger.  "OUR FIRST?"

She couldn't take more of this.  She just couldn't.  She should just walk away.  Let Reed join her later.  Just walk away.  Away from this awful evil monster.

"Yet despite that, ah, rough start, and the rather abrupt parting, you must acknowledge that there was so much that was not quite finished, between us.  Not properly, at least."

"Not finished?  Between us?  What the hell are-?"

"Yes.  Between me and you.  And me, in you."

Sue blanched.  "You-You bastard, you can't-"

"Of course, I was quite far from being finished, when we were so rudely interrupted.  But you did, didn't you?"

"WHAT?"

"Clearly you did.  Finish.  At least once.  I could tell.  But I didn't, and that's not quite fair, is it?"

"You damn hateful bastard.  How dare you even-?"  Her fists trembled with fury.  "You-You think you can toy with me?  There's no power inhibitor on me anymore, Dorrek.  You talk about finishing?  I could really finish things.  Properly.  Between us.  For good.  Right now.  Right here."

"Here?  Before everyone?  Now who is the one being daring?"

"I could give you just what you deserve."  Her fists were trembling.  She had wanted to just leave.  Not make a scene.  But she could not take it anymore.  "What your wife failed to do. What I could not afford to do, back at your world-"

"Oh, I am sure you could do for me a lot that my wife failed to properly do.  Quite a lot."

"I-I SHOULD make you pay.  Really pay!  For everything!"  

"But it'd be a shame to cause a political incident at this juncture, wouldn't it?"  He gestured again at their surroundings, at the party that went on, loudly, indifferent to their rising words.  "We are at a joint celebration of peace, after all.  Would you risk jeopardizing all that?  After all the hard work put into it?"

"You think that protects you?  Gives you a free pass to mock me?  To remind me of everything you did?  To me?  So you can just get away with it?  WITH EVERYTHING?"

"Actually, yes.  Diplomatic immunity, see?  Part of the treaty between the Skrull Empire and Xandar.  I am visiting royalty, my dear, as you well know.  And as you could be, too.  If-"

"No.  No.  This isn't about that.  This is us.  US!  JUST US!"

"Oh, I do agree with that."

"Sue, I got your drink.  Sorry for the delay."

Startled, Sue turned towards her husband, her face pale.  "Reed?"

"All dispensers were quite crowded."  Reed calmly handed her an elaborately arranged beverage. "Ah, good evening, Emperor Dorrek VII, if I am not mistaken."

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"You lost it?  The message?"

"Look, it was quite a messy time, the escape, what with the fighting and all that-"

Anelle covered her trembling mouth.  "I trusted the words of my heart to you and you-you-?"

Before Johnny could speak up Anelle turned about and rushed away.  Her towering bodyguards glowered at both of them before following her hurriedly.

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"We meet again, Earthman Richards."

Reed extended his hand.  "It has been a while since the Morrat incident, Emperor."

Susan stared as they shook hands, her husband, and the alien who had abused her, who had raped her.  She had no words.  It could not be happening.

"Oh, my place within the Empire has changed since you were last my guests."

"Guests?"  Her beverage crashed to the floor.  "GUESTS?"

Those around them barely glanced and quickly returned to their affairs.  Drones hurried to clean up.

"Sue-?"

"How can you...  just talk to him?  Like that?"  Her mouth trembled as she spoke.  "Reed, he sentenced us to death.  He had the aging ray used on you and Ben and Johnny.  And he...   He's the one who-who-"

"The lovely lady is correct.  Such were my orders.  While we were at war.  Hard decisions are the throne's unfortunate burden.  My most sincere apologies for all that."

"Apologies?  APOLOGIES?"

Reed moved closer, lowering his voice.  "Sue, it was wartime.  We were helping Xandar, so we were their enemies at the time.  But now it’s over.  There is peace.  All this is to celebrate just that."

"You just don't know, Reed.  What he did.  What he-"

"I understand you are still upset.  It was a difficult time, for all, and I was not fully conscious at the time, so it was easier for me, but I know that you had it much harder-"

Dorrek sighed.  "Oh, I'm afraid she did.  Much harder, indeed."

Sue's eyes grew wide open.  "Reed-!"

"For you, and Ben and Johnny.  But the war is over.  There is a treaty now between Xandar and the Skrull Empire, arranging for joint cooperation, for trade, for cultural exchange.  Slavery is outlawed at last.  There is widespread peace in this galaxy for the first time in untold cycles.  We can't put that at risk because of our past personal conflicts-"

"So everything must be forgiven?"  She glanced furiously at the alien smarmy visage before facing Reed again.  "Everything?  Just like that?  No matter what happened?"

"The only way to have peace is to let go of grievances.  It is long overdue to end this enmity between us."  Reed turned towards the Skrull.  "There must be so much we could offer each other.  Much to share, to exchange, if we are both willing."

"Indeed.  So much!  To offer.  To share.  To exchange.  If willing.  Why, if the dear lady-"

"Enough.  That's enough."  How could Reed not be getting any of that?  "I won't-I just-"

"Reed!  Susan!  Dorrek!  You've already gotten together!"

Followed at a polite distance by an escort of Nova Corpsmen, Adora, Suzerain of Xandar, strode towards them, all smiles and heavy perfume and exotic makeup and almost nothing else.  

"That was so, indeed, Suzerain," replied the Skrull, smiling broadly.

"How lovely!"

The Xandarian's walk was a deliberate provocation, her young, lean body flaunting the graceful long curves of a supermodel.  Long brown hair was arranged in multiple braided layers, strung with gleaming jewels, and more jewels shone stuck to multiple key points of her mostly bare flesh, sporting less clothing than make-up.  The traditional cosmetic blue hues were patterned not just around her eyes but also drawn suggestively on her exposed flesh, like graphic instructions of where to look or caress: over her abdomen and hips, her long neck, and in concentric whorls on her perky, out-thrust breasts, peaking on her blue-coated compact nipples.  White strips of soft leather circled in evenly-spaced succession her long shapely legs and arms, and a handful of lengths of gauzy, insubstantial fabric flowed at key spots, careful to not really cover much of anything.

Sue had thought that the outfit she was forced to wear at the Skrull world had been slutty, yet Adora made that one seem tasteful.  In her present skin-tight, body-hugging dress, Sue felt positively nun-like in comparison.

"Reed! Susan!  We owe all this to you!"

Adora enthusiastically kissed each of them.  Sue received a quick, playful peck on her lips, while Reed got it on his cheek, after he pointedly turned his head to a side under Sue's careful gaze.

"Couldn't wait to have you both here,"  Adora added.

Reed fidgeted nervously.  "Ah, no need to-"

"Yes, no need at all," Sue added, holding on to her husband's arm assertively.

The brunette Xandarian ruler then leaned aggressively against her Skrull counterpart.  "And where had YOU been?"

To Susan's astonishment, Adora's mouth met the Skrull emperor's for a long, deep kiss, her lean body pressing sensuously against his short robed figure. 

"Local customs, I guess,"  Reed whispered at Sue, fidgeting on his feet, while the embrace and liplock between the old emperor and the young Suzerain went on for longer and longer.

Adora finally broke the kiss, and turned back towards Reed and Sue with a pleased smiled on her moist lips.  

"Of course, you already know Emperor Dorrek VII.  Quite well, too, I understand."  Her eyes fixed on Susan

"The Suzerain and I have needed to spend considerable time in extensive negotiations,"  Dorrek stated.  

"Very extensive negotiations,"  Adora agreed.  "For the good of our respective peoples, of course."

"I'm sure great benefits will come from your efforts,"  Reed said awkwardly, trying to be polite.  Sue was the one who normally handled those interactions, so he felt pressured to speak up in light of her lack of participation.  He had tried to encourage her by squeezing her hand lightly, but to no avail.

"Oh, we are just beginning to explore that.  All that may come.  From this new union,"  Adora said, smiling warmly at the Skrull, a finger playing with the edge of one of his robe's lapels.  

Sue could only stare.  Was Reed not getting this? 

"We have also discussed the possibility of further strengthening the ties of our new alliance by perhaps agreeing to a much more personal commitment between us, as leaderships figures.  As a public gesture, an open example of how much closer we can each...  come together.  As worlds.  As cultures.  As species.  As individuals."

Reed nodded.  "You mean a public formal ceremony establishing a mutually-cooperative union of political and interpersonal-?"  

"A...  marriage?"  Sue frowned with disbelief.   "You can't mean a marriage, can you?"

Adora laughed.  "Oh, you Earthlings could call it that, yes.  Of course, it is still just speculation at this time.  But since our dear emperor here has recently become single-"

"Single?"  Sue tensed.  Had he had divorced his wife?  Banished her for treason?  Or worse?  "But you-you just were at war.  Adora, he tried to-"

"Actually, that could truly be helpful to dispel resentment and encourage the healing of wartime wounds," Reed interrupted.  "The practice of marriage to cement political ties has extensive historical precedents on Earth, too.  To promote peaceful co-existence and the possibility of further integration between your different peoples-Oh, ow..."  

Sue had squeezed tightly her husband's hand to bid him silent.  "But Adora, you-you even are different species!"

"That does make it an even larger statement of unselfish commitment and support for the pan-species diversity-Ow-!"

Adora's smile was nearly feral now.  "Of course, that difference is what makes it more... challenging.  And more... fitting, quite more fitting."

"As a symbol-?"

"Oh, yes.  That, too."  Adora pressed herself tighter against Dorrek's arm.  

Even Reed had to have gotten it, now.

"It is known that Skrull physiology can prove, ah, compatible with those of most other humanoid species.  For such matters,"  Dorrek stated.  

Reed sparked up with tellectual interest.  "Physically you mean?"

"Oh, yes.  And more than just compatible, actually,"  added Adora.  

Sue's grip could not get any tighter, but to her chagrin, he was now ignoring it.

"Really?  Because basic anatomical mechanisms are understandable, particularly with the Skrull adaptative capabilities, but how could effective miscegenation-?"

"Instances of successful, ah, issue, have been documented,"  Dorrek said.  "With some metabolic aids, for humanoid range variations close to the baseline structures of Xandarians.  Or of Earthlings."

"That's really quite fascinating."  Reed turned to his wife, not noticing the sudden paleness in her face.  "The known metamorphic attributes of the Skrull genetic-structures must somehow be capable of-"

"Adora, you'd actually be...  willing?"  Sue was still reeling from what she had heard.  

"Well, we have just...  discussed it.  There is no hurry.  But it could be something quite interesting with which to... experiment.  Wouldn't you agree, too?"

"Me?  Agree-?"

"Why, yes,"  Reed cut in.  "It is a fascinating line of experimentation to explore.  If fully-functional hybridization can produce viable second generation offspring, maybe it could even lead to identifying an unifying transpecies genotype factor that could help bridge the-"

"Reed!  Please!"  She could have punched him right there.  "I-I'm sure it's all so abstractly...  interesting.  But in practice-"

"Oh, certainly large enough practical experimental evidence would need to be collected.  I'd been quite interested in take a look at any scientific records of-"

"Of course all that you could bring to such research would be welcome,"  Dorrek said pointedly, looking at Susan.  "For science, of course."

"Oh, I would be glad to contribute all I could to such a fascinating-"

"Perhaps even your lovely wife?"

"Sue?"  Reed turned to her.  

"Would she be interested?  In being involved?  With the research?"

Adora laughed out loud.  "Oh, you're too much, Dorrek."  She playfully slapped at his shoulder.  "Isn't he, Susan?  Too much?  In every, every way?"

Sue's face could not get paler.  "Too much?"

"Really, it's still purely speculation at this point.  Something to ponder.  I mean, to become so seriously committed?  To such a long, rigid thing?  Even for science?"

Reed frowned.  "Well, science does require very a serious, impartial commitment to scientific rigor.  The larger the size of the sample-"

"Oh, please!  There will be time enough for that later, won't there, Sue?  More that enough, I think, for all.  We are barely beginning to enjoy all there is, now, to this peace.  Should we not let everyone see how well it worked?  Here at this party?  Public perception is so important, isn't it?"

Sue reeled at all that.  Was that a threat?  A warning?  Or an...  invitation?  Just how much did Adora know?

"Perception is an important part of sustaining public support for changes, yes,"  Reed said. 

"Yet I had no choice but to allow myself to be seen in public like this,"  Adora complained, spreading her arms and turning to showcase her attire, or lack of it.  "The treaty negotiations were so, so demanding, of time, and effort, that I could barely get anything on in a hurry!"

She certainly barely did, Sue agreed, or more likely got off, instead.  Yet the shift in the converastion brought some relief to her nervousness, even if to make her again aware of just how lacking in coverage the younger woman was.

"I mean, I barely even had my breasts suitably decorated."  She reached towards Reed and placed a hand on his chest, arching her back to better display her painted, pert chest.  "Go on, tell me.   Don't I look just dreadful?"

He had the presence of mind not to glance down.  "No!  You, um, look lovely, of course, Suzerain.  Er, doesn't she, Sue?"

Maybe he would not sleep on the couch today.  "You're indeed quite a sight, Adora.  Very... striking."

"Please!  I must look like a hag next to you!  Really, darling, no one here can come close to you.  That dress!  On a body like yours?  Amazing.  Just amazing!  Interactive, inertia-responsive fabric, right?  It must have cost a fortune, a whole world's bounty!  Please, let us know the maker.  I MUST know."

"I-I don't know.  It-It was a gift."  She turned to Reed, frowning.

"Really?  A gift?  Why, how generous!  Doesn't she look just ravishing in it, Your Majesty?"

Dorrek nodded.  "Absolutely.  It's absolutely perfect for her.  Although how could such beauteous lady look less than... fantastic?  In anything?"

"Oh, I tell her that, more or less, all the time," Reed added, smiling.  "But she doesn't believe me."

"Oh, of course, it's not the same, coming from your partner, is it?"  Adora leaned closer to Reed, her hand still on him.  "Never quite the same.  Isn't that right, Susan?"

Sue pulled Reed back, closer to her, feigning a smile.  "Coming from your partner is how it should matter the most."

"Really?  How...  sweet.  Oh, Sue, Reed...  we must have you more often.  Here.  With us.  In Xandar.  Both of you."

Reed glanced nervously at his wife.  "Well, there's much work to do on Earth, Suzerain.  It's not-"

"But the transporter makes it so easy!  You could be here every night.  Every night!"  She seized Reed's arm.  "To enjoy some much deserved relaxation.   And some much deserved...  variety."

Susan's eyebrows rose.  "Variety?"

"Exactly."  Her hand moved to his shoulder.  "Surely you can see that Xandar can offer so many more...  exotic pleasantries than Earth."

"Perhaps Earth offers him more than you think."  She stared at Reed with annoyance.  Why hadn't he brushed off this hussy already?

"A mind of extraordinary intellect and sensibilities like Reed must not be restricted in expanding his... perspectives, Susan."

"I'm sure he'd tell me if he finds himself...  restricted,"  Sue replied with an icy edge, which Reed did not miss.

"Ah, we appreciate your generous offer of hospitality, Suzerain, but while I'll certainly keep up the scheduled work with Master Xar, I must otherwise decline-"

"Oh, wait.  Do you hear that?"  Adora closed her eyes, gesturing for others to pay attention to the music growing even louder in the background.  "That is my favorite!  I must dance to it, now, or the night shall be ruined for me.  Oh, please, Susan, can you be so kind?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can I have your husband?"  Her eyes sparkled mischievously.  "Just for a quick one?"

Reed's eyebrows rose.  "Uh, I don't think I can dance with this sort of music.  I'd better not-"

Adora laughed.  "Oh, I will gladly show you how, silly.  You must come with me!  You must!"

Open-mouthed, Susan stared as a flustered Reed was dragged away by the mostly-naked Suzerain through a dense throng of wildly gyrating Xandarians.

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Rich turned to Johnny.  "You-You really lost it?"

"I was under stress, ok?  We were facing death there!"

"I know!  I was there, too!  But that was a lady trusting you to-"

"Oh, yeah, shinning knight, you would've done much better.  Just because she's a drop-dead gorgeous princess begging for your help you would have risked your life for her sake without any doubt!"

"Yes.  Yes!  Why wouldn't you?"

"Well, I was rather worn out at the time, 'cause... reasons!  And she kept going on about this other guy, so it was sorta off-putting.  All about this Mar-Vell fellow who-"

"So what was the message about?"

"What the hell do I know?  Why would I read it?  I can't even remember if I got it out of the cell or not!"

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"That damn slut.  I never said he could.  Or she could."  She stared in rising anger, while Adora guided the reluctant Reed into closer and closer contortions several paces away.  "What is she-?  Is that even dancing?  She's just rubbing against him now!"

Dorrek chuckled.  "Perhaps we should join them."  He reached for Sue's arm.  "To show them how it's done"

Sue instantly pulled away, violently, even, grimacing with anger and disgust, her arm's skin rising in goosebumps under the dress sleeve  at the briefest contact with his long, knobby-jointed green fingers.

"How-How dare you try to-to touch me?   Don't you EVER dare try to touch me again!"

"But that would make the dancing so much less interesting."

"Dancing-?"

"Yes.  You know, the male leads, the female follows.  Yielding, accepting.  Isn't that how it's done on Earth as well?"

"I don't know what kind of game you are playing here, Dorrek.  You can do whatever you want with little Miss Hot Naked Ass there, if she wants to.  It's her problem.   But do not get me involved.  Or us involved.  Stop all this...  innuendo, all of the damn veiled threats-"

"Threats?  Please, it is just playful banter between-"

"Playful?  You think we could ever be...  PLAYFUL?  You can't seriously believe that?  That I could ever...  make nice?  WITH YOU?  That I could somehow pretend that nothing ever happened?  And just play along?  With any of this?  With you hitting on me?  Right before my husband?  That I could be alright with having you anywhere close to me, at all, much less actually trying to TOUCH me?  EVER AGAIN?  As if I could ever ignore all that YOU did?  To ME?"

"Of course, that is precisely how I know how well we could be together, moving, against each other.  How well you respond to my lead, to my touch.  When you were quite more welcoming of-"

"I-I don't have to take this.  To be here, or listen to any of this, or see you.  I don't.  EVER."  She backed away, grimacing with disgust and outrage.  "I'm going.  Now.  I won't-"

"You will leave your husband with her, then?  With Adora?"

"With Adora-?"

Smiling at Sue's obvious hesitation, the Skrull turned towards the dance platform.  "She does seem quite... interested, doesn't she?  But of course you're right.  That's not proper dancing.  Now, what you did for me, back there on my world, at my party.  How you moved before me, against me, swaying, twisting...  Making your body speak, speak loudly.  That?  That was dancing."

"You made me do that.  You forced me to.  I was just-"

"You got wet, didn't you?  Back then, dancing for me?  Grinding against me?  Against my bulge, against my-"

"Don't go there.  I'm warning you.  Don't you dare-"

"Of course you did.  I could feel it, feel how wet you were just from rubbing yourself against my lap.

"SHUT UP!"

"Did you come, too, right there?  Right before everyone?  Before your companions?  Come hard and long-?"

The sharp sound of the slap was lost amidst the loud music and talk and laughter.

***************************************************

Rich shook his head with disapproval.  "You know, as a hero, you kinda suck."

"Hey, at least I'm not the one pinning for another guy's wife."

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She stormed off, seething with fury, away from that odious monster, away from the party, away from them all.

Where was the exit?

The nearest doors slid open behind opulent draperies at her touch, as she stepped out onto an empty large balcony, un-roofed and dimly-illuminated, that overlooked the Xandarian capitol city.  Between far-spaced low metal posts on its rim a translucent, energy-field-generated balustrade served as barrier before a drop of hundreds of feet.

She breathed deeply the clear air, eyes closed, leaning forward on the low barrier with arms spread out, taking in the silence and open space for a lengthy stretch of time, a welcome relief from the previous oppressive crowd and noise.  From everything.

She shivered, but not because of the cold air.

She should have never come here, she knew that.  She could not wait to get away from this horrible place, and its horrible people.  Away.  Away from...

"Ah.  Such nice view."

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"Come on.  I can see it.  She can see it.  Everyone can!  Maybe not Reed, but he doesn't count.  He's like that.."

"See it?"

"See that you have a hard-on for Sue.  For fuck's sake, even Alicia would see it, and she's blind!"

Rich blushed.  "I do-I do think Ms. Richards is very pretty but-"

"Please.  Everyone this side of the Dragon-Man has a hard-on for Sue.  She's hot, alright?  Hot as hell.  I know.  Everyone knows.  That why everyone wants into her-"

"Jeez, man!  She's your sister!"

"Yeah, but I'm not blind.  Or stupid.  And it's always been like that.  Her, being so ridiculously hot, with the face and hair, the big, big tits, the long legs and tight butt...  And smart, too, for good measure.  Little Miss Perfect, basically.  Bossy as fuck, though.  It's just sheer luck that Reed doesn't-"

"You shouldn't talk about her like that!"

"And you shouldn't be drooling like that.  Get over it.  She's married.  Reed's like the smartest guy alive, and loaded, too.  Who the fuck are you?  Some punk kid not yet in college who got an alien super-powered suit through dumb luck?  She may hook up sooner with a Skrull or something than with-"

Rich just walked away.

Johnny shook his head.  Great.  He was really Mister Sensitive tonight.

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She turned, furious, the instant of peaceful silence broken by his smarmy voice.

Had he been staring at her rear, too?

"You dared to follow me?"

"You are quite deserving of being followed.  And you know that."  Dorrek walked onto the open terrace.  "Isn't that why you came here?  Knowing I'd follow you?  Wanting me to?  So we'd have some privacy?  Just the two of us?"

"I don't know why you're doing this, Dorrek.  Seeking me out.  Chasing me.  Taunting me.  Trying to provoke me.  But it stops.  Now."

"You talk about provoking?  You, with that body?  In that dress?"

"I'm warning you.  You'd better go back, Dorrek.  Go back to the party.  Go back to her, to Adora.  While you still can."

"She seems quite interested in a...  much closer relationship between us, doesn't she?  As rulers of our respective peoples.  And as much more.  I'm actually considering it.  She is certainly desirable enough to entice any member of any humanoid species..."

"Great!  Fuck her, then, fuck her brains out, if you haven't done so enough.  Why should I care?"

"She would have what could have been yours.  What could still be yours.  What I offered you, back in ThroneWorld.  To rule an Empire.  Together "

"FINE!  Go on, then, do it.  Fuck her, marry her, whatever.  You seem to be getting along.  For now.  But how long will that last before she sees what kind of hateful creep you are?  You know, maybe I should tell her.  What you did.  And what happened to your wife, too?  Will she still be interested if-?"

"Ah, I knew you'd be jealous, but to try to break us up like that?"

"JEALOUS?  Of her?  With you?  Are you crazy?  I'm worried about her!  About what could happen to her if she-"

"Oh, I'd be gentle with her.  At first.  As I was with you, at first, too-"

"GENTLE?  WITH ME?"

"I was.  I could have been so much rougher, really.  I could still be, if you want me to."

"Fuck you.  FUCK YOU!" 

"Yes.  That is precisely what I am talking about,"  he began to walk towards her.  "I could still distance myself.  From Adora.  If you want me to, Susan.  If you'd rather it was you.  At my side.  Not just as a casual fuck.  Or even a concubine.  But as so much more.  You could be an Empress, Susan.  MY Empress."

Before he could closer, there was suddenly a barrier between them, an invisible barrier, preventing him from taking any further step closer to her.  

"You ARE crazy.  Crazy."

"Adora also seems quite interested in your husband.  We could let them get together.  Console each other.  While we-"

"STOP THAT!"  

"Maybe they have already started to-"

"NO!  She may throw herself at Reed, but he'd never...  he wouldn't.  I trust him.  I trust Reed completely."

"And do you trust yourself?  To be here?  Alone with me?  Or is that why you have been trying to run away?  To escape?  From me?  Because you really can't trust yourself not to-"

"I'm warning you, Dorrek.  Really warning you.  There's so much I could do, with my power.  I could just throw you off this balcony.  I could... end you, in a dozen different ways if I chose to."

"You could.  Yet you haven't."

"Not because you don't deserve it.  Not because I wouldn't want to!"

"There's so much you'd want to do, but won't allow yourself.  Maybe you're afraid?  Of what you could find out?"

"Afraid?  I stood before Galactus.  I've faced threats you can't even imagine.  What could you-?"

"Yet you feel you need this."  Green hands flattened against the force-field's surface.  "This...  protection?"

She frowned, and after a moment of doubt, the invisible barrier was gone.  "I don't need that.  Not from you.  Not anymore."

He stepped forward, unimpeded, towards her.  "Having no protection makes it so much more interesting, doesn't it?  Being exposed?  At risk?"

"That's it.  I'm done.  I said I won't play along with your games.  And I won't."  She strode past the shorter alien, towards the doors, high heels clicking on the polished floor.  "Do whatever you want.  With Adora or whomever you want.  I don't care.  I'm out of-"

"But you never answered my questions.  From before."

"I don't have to answer anything.  Not for you."  The door slid open at her touch.  "Don't even think of again following-"

"Please, it is so easy to answer.  Just say it.  Did you come?  Back then, at my world, at my party, while you danced for me?  Or was it only later, in my rooms?  When I had you?  When I owned you?"

She stopped at the door, and her hand on its frame trembled, but she did not turn about.

"You did not own me.  You abused me.  You forced me.  It's not the same!"

"Please, it was war.  You were defeated.  Captured.  Vulnerable.  An exquisite, scorching-hot beauty such as you?  How could making the most of it not be expected?  From both of us?"

"Both of-?"

"How could you deserve anything less than being taken by the Emperor of All Skrulls? And what else could you do but yield to superior Skrull power?  But just give in and enjoy fully your surrender?"

She turned about, blue eyes blazing with fury.  "ENJOY?"

"At least until we were so prematurely interrupted.  Once was not enough for you, was it?  No wonder you're still so frustrated, and upset, and full of guilt and anger and need.  How can't you be?  After having given a taste of my hard cock stretching your tight, wet cunt, making you-"

"I warned you.  I  did warn you."

A wedge of invisible force threw the Skrull to slam violently against the wall just by Susan and the balcony doors, to be left forcefully pinned in place.   The green visage twisted with discomfort.

"I don't know what you're after, Dorrek.  Maybe you want to break the peace.  Maybe you want to goad me into doing it for you.  But you won't get to me.  You just won't."

The invisible force vanished, releasing the short alien, who stumbled forward, grimacing, while she turned away, heading again for the open doorway, reaching for the draperies behind.

"I'm going.  Now.  And that's it.  I'm done with you.  I'd better never see you again."

"But I did get to you.  And you know it."

About to move aside the draperies, she heard the short metallic clang of something dropped onto the floor, right behind her, between the two of them.

Despite herself, she glanced back.

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Rich shouldered his way through the crowd, looking for her.  The noise and music and ever-shifting mass of party-goers, dancing and joking and flirting and what-not did not make it easy.  But she had just been here and could not have gone very far.

He had to find her.   He had to do what had to be done.

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Her face was lighted by the glowing nimbus of the holographic playback, her eyes wide open with shock.

Within the subtly shimmering volume encompassed by the three-dimensional projection, she stood naked and bound, legs spread wide apart and arms stretched up above her head by the metal fastenings at her ankles and wrists, her whole body shaking as her back arched and her buttocks pushed backwards, against the short, gangly and equally-nude figure close, so close behind her, with over a full hand-span of the thickly-veined green shaft remaining easily visible in the gap between his bony hips and her quivering rear during each thrust, a gap that diminished gradually with each successive forceful push into her.

"And you got quite a lot, too, didn't you?"

Susan's stomach tightened into a knot.  "How-?"

"Oh, such an exquisite event had to be preserved, for posterity."

Could this be seen from the inside?  With sudden anxiety, Sue quickly closed the glass-paneled door behind her, but Dorrek made a dismissive gesture.  

"Don't worry.  There is a privacy threshold set.  Only we, close enough, can watch.  For now, at least.  Quite fittingly, too."

In the holo, her head was thrown back, sweaty golden hair dancing about her flushed face, her closed eyes and open mouth, as first her legs then and all of her began to jerk spasmodically.

Then the Dorrek in the recording stepped back, replying angrily at a voice from outside the focused viewing space, and moved away from his captive, his member abruptly exiting her trembling body, which suddenly fell forward, limp, held up from collapsing by the chains keeping her in place.  Her tear-stained face stared back, her eyes full of disbelief, and bafflement, and fear, and much, much more, even as the Skrull's erect phallus dangled stiffly into full view, its engorged front-half glistening wetly, oscillating almost to his knobby knees with each step, drawing the eyes of both her present and past selves, then and now.

"Enough," she muttered, ashen-faced.  "That's enough."

"Was it?  Really?  So you did-?"

"STOP IT!"

The holo images froze after a tap at the Skrull's wristband, immobility doing nothing to diminish the image's visual impact.

She should not keep staring.  Not now.  Not as she had done, back then.  And as she still did now.  Staring.  At him.  At it.  But even now, even after everything she had gone through with Kl'rt and Terrax, she could not help but be shaken by Dorrek's sheer size.  Could the playback somehow make it look even larger than she remembered?  Even larger than she recalled in those few restless instances when the disturbing unwanted memories still resurfaced to trouble her?

Perhaps it was just contrast.  Perhaps it stood out even more dramatically in its disproportionate size against Dorrek's otherwise unimpressive physique, so weak and small compared to Terrax's thick frame or Kl'rt's muscular build, making that inhuman thing dangling there look even more absurdly oversized, even more grotesquely, monstrously huge.

Or maybe he was just that big.  That damned, fucking big.

She looked away, away from both the holographic image and the real individual's physical presence, here and now, in the terrace, mere steps away from her.  Her anger was now overlaid by a growing sense of dread.  She had underestimated how much of a threat he was.  Literally.  In every way.

"Turn it off."

"It does look like you-"

"TURN IT OFF!"

The holo images vanished, fading above the originating metal chip laying on the floor, returning the terrace to its previously dimly-lit state.

"So how hard did you come?  While my cock was just starting to push its way into you?  When I began to make you mine?  Really hard?  Harder than you ever had before?"

"I-I wasn't...  yours.  I wasn't.  You-You were barely a few seconds inside me.  Barely more than just the tip, the head.  That can hardly even be-"

"So I was.  Such a pity.  That you had to settle for so little, too.  For such a brief, partial sampling."

"So little-?"

"Because you looked quite ready.  And eager.  For more of it.  For all of it."

"You had me bent over and chained.  I could hardly walk away.  I-I wouldn't have had any of it.  Ever!  Or it or anything else of yours, if you had not forced me to!  If you hadn't-!"

"I did.  I forced you.  Forced you to surrender to me.  And you did.  It didn't take you long to stop protesting, did you?  To give in and give yourself to me, to your pleasure, to your need, your need for that big, thick cock.  You know you did.  YOU KNOW."  A couple of steps closed the distance between them.  "It was so clear on your face, on your body, on your moans and whimpers, how much you loved it, how much you loved that big cock making you-"

"I hated it!  Hated it and I hated you!  Hated every single part, every single instant!  Hated how it dirtied and shamed me!  Hated how it felt, and how it hurt, how much it fucking hurt, every fucking inch of it!  And hated how it almost-almost made me-!"

She stopped, her breathing coming too hard and fast, her tension about to explode, in anger, and so much more.  Tears were streaming down her face.  

"I hated it.  All of it.  Even if I...  Even more because...  Because I did.   And I hated it.  And hated you.  And I still do.  I swear I still do."

"Oh, my.  And how excited does it make you to hate all of that so much.  How excited, indeed."

His eyes were on her chest.  Through the delicately textured surface of her skin-tight dress her nipples poked out, the hard nubs and their respective slightly raised aureoles standing out in full detail through the silvery cloth, its specially-designed fabric actually adhering even tighter to their contours, squeezing and enhancing the showcase of how obviously visibly erect they were.

"How excited.  Just as you were, back then."  The green-skinned alien was now a mere step away from her.  "Dripping wet, with need."

A finger reached for her chest, and brushed one of the stiffly protruding nubs, before she could step back, quickly crossing both arms before her chest.

"Don't-!  Don't you dare-!"

"How else could you even take any of it at all?  Even if only part-way?"

"Shut up, just shut up!"

"Can you honestly deny that you wanted it?  Really wanted it?  Needed it?  Needed it desperately?  All of it?"

"NO!  I DIDN'T!  I didn't want it.  I didn't want you.  I didn't want any of that!"

"But you did.  You did.  As you were bent there, before me, like that."  He gestured at the now-static holo.  "With your luscious body chained and spread out, trembling with pleasure, even as I barely began to take you, take as you should be taken, as you deserve to be taken, crying out in delicious pain yet desperate for more, for much more, for all-"

"I-I was tired, exhausted.  I was held fast for hours, and worked over, and teased and worn out...  I could hardly control what..."

"But now you are rested.  Free.  Unbound.  In full control of yourself, and of your powers.  Yet you're breathing fast.  Excited.  Aroused.  Just from standing before me again.  And your nipples are so, so hard."

His hand moved under her crossed-arms and grabbed roughly at her chest, his thumb rubbing forcefully against one of the hard nubs under the so-stretched-as-to-be-insubstantial cloth.

A gasp caught at her throat, her face flushed red, incensed with shock and embarrassment.

"We could now do it without the chains.  Unless you want them again, of course."

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Johnny downed the last of his drink and leaned back to appreciate the view.

He wouldn't call that dancing, really, but Adora could certainly move that ass.  Quite an ass, too.  He should try hitting on her again.  One never knew.

Clearly Sue was nowhere around, or she would have gone nuclear already.  If she happened to catch any of this, Reed would surely be sleeping on the couch tonight.  Or maybe forever.

So where was she?

He had forgotten that in these fancy clothes he did not have the usual communication nodules.  Probably neither did hers.  She surely could not carry anything while wearing that dress.  Anything at all.

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"NO!"

She stepped backward yet again, slapping his hand away, wincing at the release of his painful grip, her nipple aching painfully from his thumb's touch.

She should have kept her force field up.  She should have.  And she should go, now.  Get away.  Away from here.  From him.  Before...

"I-I'm just upset!  Angry.  Disturbed.  By your harassing me.  Baiting me.  Making me..."  Had it been the holo?  Having to watch herself, like that, with...  him?  Even if briefly?  Bringing back much of what she had been forced to experience?  Forced to...  feel?  "Maybe I...  I couldn't help but...  react...  Then...  Or now.."

"React?"

"But-But it doesn't matter.  That you made me come.  That you made my body come.  It-It just doesn't matter.  It doesn't.  And whatever you do, now, to try to use this, to blackmail me...  It's not going to work.  It isn't."

His brows rose exaggeratedly, in a mockery of innocent surprise.  "Blackmail?  Who talked about blackmail?"

She pursed her mouth.  "What else would you call it?  Why else show me that recording if not to threaten me?"

"Why, I'd rather call it a reminder.  Something to help you recall just how it was between us."

"There is no 'us'.  Never was.  And will never be.  You may have abused me.  Raped me.  And I may have...  responded, physically.  But that did not make me yours.  And I will never be yours, Dorrek.  Never.  I will never belong to you.  Not as your empress, or concubine, or one night stand, or anything else.  I JUST WON'T."

His green eyes narrowed, his mouth no longer smiling.  

"Of couse I see it could become inconvenient for you if this, ah, private data were to filter through the galactic public networks.  For everyone to see without understanding the... particular nuances.  What would everyone think?  Your teammates?  Your husband?  I mean, you have not told them, yet have you?  About us?"

She looked down, pale-faced.  Could she?  Do that?  Tell them?  Tell...  Reed?  Or could she...?

"I... would explain.  Reed...  He'll understand.  They all will.  They...  must.  They know what had been at stake."  

"And the general populace of you planet?  Or this one?  Of Xandar, and all other known worlds?  Would they all be so understanding?"  

She winced.  It certainly would become a public scandal.  She could imagine the headlines.  The broadcasts.  Tabloids.  Social media.  All spreading the videos, the images.  So everyone could see.  And everyone would see.  Could she somehow shield Franklin from at least the worst of it?  Maybe if she quit the Fantastic Four before it happened?  And kept a low profile?  Avoiding all press?  All social media?  But wouldn't that further distance her from Reed?  Hiding away from it?  From the truth?  

Would it break up her marriage?

Could she take that risk?

"I'd deny everything."  It may even work.  Many people on Earth still doubted the existence of life from other worlds, just like some even disputed their original moon landing.  She could say it had been a hoax, a look-alike in a malicious slander campaign, or even some underground porn production faking her appearance.  "Why would anyone even believe it?  Believe that I could ever have had... anything to do with someone like you?  Whatever the circumstances?"

Dorrek shrugged.  "You know your people best.  But you have recently been advisors to the Xandarian government.  This could affect the current political climate.  Many may ponder your actual allegiances, your likely self-interest, once it's known that you've been involved quite so intimately with the very emperor of the Skrulls during the events of the recent war."

"Are you willing to risk like that the peace you worked for?"

"The peace you demanded I achieve.  I did as we agreed.  I made peace.  Can you do what is necessary to keep it?"

She grimaced.  "Why should it be up to ME?  Haven't we done enough?  Haven't we-?  No.  To hell with that.  Xandar can worry about keeping its own peace.  As you should, too."

"And your own peace?  Could you truly say you'd have it?  Peace?  Knowing that your husband knows?  That everyone knows?"

"And what is the alternative you offer me in exchange for your silence?  To cheat on my husband with you?  To fuck you right here, right now, on this very balcony?"

He grinned even more hideously.  "That could be a good start."

"A start?"  She stared hard at the hateful alien visage, her blue eyes narrowing, shining moist with anger and frustration.  "Of course.  It would be just a start, wouldn't it?  You want to finish what you started with me.  To fuck me.  But what if we do fuck, you and I?  Here.  Tonight.  Right now.  Getting your big cock all the way inside me and filling me with your Skrull sperm.  Would that be enough?  Having me once?  Would that satisfy you?  Or would that just be the start?  Wouldn't you want more?  Of me?  Maybe to come in my ass, too?  In my mouth?  On my face?"

"Maybe you'd want all of that, too, once we-"

"Like hell I would.  But YOU would.  And I know that.  If I were to ever agree to...  give in to you, you'd not settle for just once.  You'd want more.  You'd want to fuck me again.  All you want.  Again and again."

"Of course.  Why wouldn't I?  But I assure you that it would need to go only as far as you wish it to go."

"And how can I make sure of that?  How would I keep you from making further demands?  From pressuring me for more?  No matter what promises you make, how could I trust you to keep them?  How could I EVER trust YOU?  AT ALL?"

"Please!  That is such an offensive species stereotype!"

"What if you want me to become not just your lover, but your long-term mistress?  How long would it need to last?  How long would I need to be at your beck and call?  For sordid, clandestine couplings behind my husband's back?  How long would I need to endure that?  How long before it would stop?  Would it?  Ever stop?  What if fucking me in secret won't be enough?  How long would it be before you demand that I renounce my family?  My world?  My life?  As Kl'rt also wanted me to?  To become all yours, openly?  To flaunt having me, as your concubine, before the whole galaxy?    Or maybe even as your official wife, if you have tired of Adora by then.  Would I then have to try to become pregnant, too?  Bred by your seed?  To bear you half-Skrull children?"

"Interesting how far you are thinking about this!"

"How would that end up being any better than just letting that damn recording be public right now?"  She wiped the tears from her eyes.  "How could I make it stop?  How could I be free of you?  HOW?"

"Maybe what you fear is that once you're mine, you'd be the one who would not want it to ever stop."

"I would not stop.  Ever.  Anything that I may yield to you would just make it worse.  You'd just have newer footage of me to ensure I do as you wish.  And you'd always have power over me.  Always."

"Power... can be shared, Susan."

"No."  She glanced bitterly at the holo chip on the floor between them.  "I...  cannot erase that.  What happened.  What you did to me.  And what I did, too.  But it will not happen again.  EVER.  I will not willingly cheat on my husband.  I just won't.  Go ahead.  Make everything public.  I'll just have to face it.  But I'd rather fight this openly all my life than become your whore."

They stood, face to face, and after a moment of tense silence, the Skrull shrugged and knelt to pick up the metal chip from the floor, extending it towards her.

"Fine.  Here.  Have it."

She tensed at the gesture, ready to raise her force-field.  "What do you mean-?"

"The holo recording.  You can keep it.  It's yours."

"You must have copies."

"Of course.  But the full code sequence is there, unencrypted.  With that, and access to the Living Computers, your husband can surely find how to automatically block them or wipe them from all systems across the galaxy, partially or in whole.  He IS Reed Richards, after all."

She stared at the shinning metal piece in the green hand.  "You'll just give it to me?"

"Yes.  Call it...  a gesture of good faith."

"Good faith?  From you?"  She grimaced.  "You expect me to believe that?"

"Why not?  Here it is.  Go on.  Take it."

Grudgingly, she did, grabbing it from the extended hand with a grimace of distaste and distrust.

"So I could just walk away now, with it?"

"Of course, I'd expect you to be fair.  I gave you something.  You give me something.  Isn't that how it works?"

"Right.  Why am I not surprised?"  She shook her head and offered the chip back.  "Forget it.  I'm not falling for whatever this is."

"This, my dear, is playing things openly, honestly.  Of course I want to fuck your tight, hot Earthling cunt.  Just as it should be fucked.  But I don't want to force you into anything."

She grimaced.  "But you already did!  Before, when you-!"

"That was... a mistake."

"You BET that was a mistake!  And you should pay for it!  Dearly!"

"My dear, R'Klll was the Empire's hottest piece of ass when I killed her father and took her for my own, and she was happy enough being Empress and after I fucked her brains out enough times, but she always held a grudge.  She always thought me too crude and unacomplished for her and resented how totally I ruined her for other males.  She convinced herself that I disgusted her, yet raged in jealousy when I fucked any other females instead of her."

"That-That's nothing like-"

"Really, I should have gotten rid of her uppity ass once I had enough of her.  I hate the crazy clingy bitches.  But you would be different, Susan.  You are stronger.  Smarter.  More independent.  Yet you can give yourself with such depth and fullness.  You need to.  I would never tire easily of you.  I do want you to be mine.  But not against your will.  I want you to want it, too.  And to accept that you do."

"Me?  Want it?  Want...  you?  Are you insane?"

"That'll make the sex much better.  For both.  Even more than how it was when I did force you.  So you'll free to accept it.  And accept how much you want it, too."

"I'd never-NEVER want anything like-"

"I know that you do want to me to fuck you.  And you know I know.  Your body is screaming loudly for it, for me to notice.  Your nipples are hard, your face is flushed, you are breathing fast, and I'm sure you're already dripping wet, just from being here, close to me.  But I want you to recognize that you need more, much more thah just one good hard fuck from me.  That you'll need me to keep fucking you.  From now on.  That you need me to own you.  To own you permanently.  As you should be owned.  By me.  But it has to be your choice.  For it to last.  As it should.  As it must."

She could not believe it.  Could not believe him.  Her mouth was dry.  "No.  That-That isn't going to happen.  EVER!"

"I gave you the chip, didn't I?  So you can be the one to choose."

"How-How can you think I could ever want anything with such an awful, hateful evil toad like you?  How can you do anything but disgust me?"

"Do I?"

"YES!  You sicken me!  You are a horrible, revolting monster!"

"Prove it, then.  Prove to me how disgusted you are.  And that you don't really want-"

"I don't need to prove anything to you!"

"And to yourself?"

"Why-Why would I ever need to-?"

"So you can stop wondering.  About how it would've been, and how it could still be.  Between us."

"And there's nothing to wonder about!  Nothing!"

"Then let's settle it.  Settle who is right. Let's have a test."

"A test-?"

"A kiss."

"A kiss?"

"Yes.  Just one kiss.  We kiss, and if you don't respond to it, to me, if you don't get excited and willing, and ready to have sex, that'll prove you're right.  You walk away with the holo chip and never have to worry about any of it, again.  After just a kiss."

She winced.  "No.  No way.  You're never getting to touch me like that again, Dorrek.  NEVER.  Or in any way at all."

"Why?  Are you afraid of what you may realize?  Or what you may be unable to deny?"

"You-You're so full of yourself that you really believe that you'll get me to spread my legs for you, to fuck you, with just a kiss?  A kiss?"

"Yes.  I do.  We kiss, and when you get as wet and horny and ready as I know you will, then we fuck.  Fuck long and hard and well for one whole night.  That way we finally finish what we started.  Without interruptions.  And you finally know how it is to really be fucked as you should be fucked."

"No.  No way.:

"And afterwards, if you are not convinced, if you're still unsure, unconvinced, or unwilling, you can again decide to just walk away, if that's what you really want.  You still keep the chip and we never need to meet again.  No strings attached.  We just enjoyed some good, long, hard fucking and that's it.  We move on.  It's over.  Or you accept the truth, and we can agree to get together and fuck again whenever we feel like it.  But not make much of it unless we are both sure about it."

"What if I walk away now and to hell with you and your test?"

"Ah, but then you'd never know.  Never be sure. Of whether you'd have lost or not."

"I know I wouldn't-"

"Then show me.  With just a kiss. Would that be so hard to take?  To risk?"

She frowned.  "Risk-?"

"Just one kiss."

She stared, speechless.

One kiss.  Was that so...  much?

One kiss.  With...  him?

She could walk away.  Dorrek had given her the chip of his own volition.  She had no assurance that it was not fake, that it was not some kind of trick.  She was not morally obligated to do anything.  How could she owe HIM anything?

She took in that smug, lascivious expression, the ugly, repellent visage, so coarsely-featured, so deeply-lined with corrugations beyond the usual Skrull norm, so homely and unappealing compared even to others Skrull, much less to Kl'rt.  

The more she looked at him, the more physically unnerved she felt by the idea of enduring again his touch, and the more disturbed she was by the shifty way he kept moving ever closer to her, crowding her, physically intruding into her personal space, so oppressively, so insistently.  How could such a scrawny creature seem so threatening just walking towards her?  One so weak and pathetic, compared to all those super-human foes she had faced over the years?  Compared to the others who had so recently imposed their will upon her?

Yet he was the first of their enemies to have actually raped her, wasn't he?  Even if he had never even entered her fully, or finished in her, as he could have, as he would have, as he... should have, if there had been more time, if things had been...  different.  Wasn't it rape because of he had not filled her with his come?  His alien come?  

But he had spread her legs and forced his cock into her sex.  A cock that was so drastically not her husband's.  So he was her first.  The first enemy to have actually forced her into sexual intercourse.  The first to rape her.  

Could it have been even worse, if they had not been interrupted?  Would he have forced her into complete sexual submission?  Forced her to submit to him and that oversized cock of his?  To being being owned, physically, sexually, by this ugly, hateful fiend and his huge alien cock?   She had not been in any position to resist, to keep it from happening, again and again, had she?  Not at that point, not at that moment, when she had been so close, so close to...

Would that have been worse or not?  Worse than what had happened instead?  Would it have made everything else...  different?

Would she have been able to get away from the Skrull Throne World as she had, afterwards?  As they had?  Or would it have proved more...  difficult?  More complicated?

Had she not felt dismayed enough about facing him again as it was?  Had she not...?

She breathed deeply, trying to clear her mind, to banish such useless, confounding conjectures.  What was the use of wondering?  Had what happened not been bad enough?

And now she was asked to kiss him.

Kiss him.  Willingly.

Could she even bring herself to let him kiss her?  Him?  The cruel, loathsome alien who had once condemned her loved ones to death?  Who had held her bound and helpless to torture and abuse?

Who had first put such troubling, disturbing feelings into her?

Could a kiss put an end to all of this?  Just one kiss?

And could she risk it?

Because she could not deny there was risk.  A huge risk.  She had to recognize that, shameful as it was to face.  She had discovered in his rooms, with him, parts of her own self that she had not known about before.  And she knew now that, hard as it could seem, there was a danger.  He was a danger.  A huge danger.  To her.  In every way.  She could not deny it.  She could not.

But surely she was strong enough.  

Strong enough to handle it.  To deal with it, deal with him, and how it could be, or would surely be, now that she knew just what to expect.  To keep her self-control, at least, to do whatever had to be done, if she put her mind to it.  Even if she were to react in unwanted ways, as she had before, first with him, then with Kl'rt, and even with Terrax...

But it had to be easier, now.  Kl'rt and Terrax had been so strong and dominant and monstrously-hung, too.  How could this stunted toad compare, no matter how big and thick and hard his cock was and how well he had gotten to her with it and his hands and tongue and teeth and...?

She could.  She had to.  She had to believe so.   Because she would not let him believe she had been afraid.

She hated the idea of letting this arrogant, hateful creep think he could have actually won her over.  Ever. 

She would have hated leaving any doubt.  

So maybe she did have to prove it.  To him.  And to herself.

Her blue eyes matched the green stare.

"Just one kiss?"

"Just one kiss."

She squared her shoulders.  "Alright.  Let's do it.  One kiss."

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"Ah, I must beg you to forgive me.  I'm not really good at-"

"You're doing fine.  Just stay close to me."

"Adora, I must really go back.  I can't leave my wife alones so-"

"Oh, I'm sure emperor Dorrek is keeping her in good company."

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As Dorrek moved closer, Sue took yet another step back and suddenly ran out of terrace floor, her rear bumping the balcony's force field balustrade, with the multi-story drop behind it.  Startled, with her balance comprised, she flailed for the top railing, almost stumbling back, but her wrist and waist were suddenly seized by his hands, stopping her from toppling backwards, and holding her safely in place, with surprising strength.

"Careful, my dear."

The homely Skrull was right before her, holding her between him and the transparent barrier at her back.  Her torso was arched slightly, pulled slightly forward by his hand at the small of her back, just over the edge of the balustrade, where her rounded rear pressed against its translucent field surface.  Both her arms were spread to her sides, holding onto the railing, with one held firmly at the wrist.

She tensed, shaken.  She had sworn to never be touched by Dorrek again, but now his hands were on her, at her wrist and waist, holding her, so much stronger than she would have expected, and large, so very large.  She should not be surprised at that, should she?

Her face reddened and she looked to a side, away from his face.  "It was just a misstep."  

She could not thank him.  Not him.  Her force-field would have saved her even if she had toppled over, anyway.

She tried to straighten up but was not released.  The holds on her wrist and waist grew tighter as she was pulled closer.  So strong.  How could this skinny, short, old bastard be so strong?  Holding her so firmly and tightly and assuredly.  So in control.  In control of her.

Despite knowing she could rely on her invisible force, she still felt on the verge of panic, pinned there, her back against the low barrier, with the long drop behind her, and him before her, pressing forward.

"Wait.  I-I'm not... comfortable."  How could she?  She shifted her footing.  "Could we-?"

"I'll help."

The hand at her back slid around her slender waist and down the side of her hip, reaching her outer thigh, just where the her dress was cut in daring slit to let one of her legs freedom of movement.  A green fingertip tapped lightly the very point where the slit started and then slid up.  Following this, the slit grew higher, the shimmering silver cloth parting effortless to expose more of the smooth, toned flesh of her upper thigh, reaching almost the top of her hip.

She gasped in surprise.  "How-?  How did you do that-?"

"It's a feature."  The fingertip moved back, brushing over her newly uncovered hip and then lower, encouraging her exposed leg to move away from the other.  "Better now?"

Her mouth opened in realization.  "It was you.  You sent me the dress.  And the earrings."

"Of course.  You didn't think it was your husband, did you?  Something so exquisite?"

She should have known.  She should have.  It was obvious in hindsight.  When had Reed done anything like that?  Had such foresight?  Or such taste?  "You-You had no right!"

"You look luscious in it.  What else matters?"

She felt furious.  At the deception.  At having played from the beginning into his hands, into his designs for her.  "I should just take it off."

"Go ahead.  I wouldn't complain.  Or I could do it for you."

"You-?"

"It was specially designed for you.  To fit you perfectly.  And to obey my touch.  As you should, too.  And I could just making it peel away, and fall off, just moving my fingertip."

She paled.  "You wouldn't dare-"

"Or I could tear it off, the old-fashioned way."  His hand gripped at the fabric, seizing a fistful just behind her back, and she felt it stretch and grow thinner over her skin, precariously.

"Stop!  Don't..."   How could she even begin to explain it?  Ending up naked, out here?  Just next to the party?  Next to him?  "Just...  leave it, as it is."

It did not matter, after all.  So she was wearing his gifts?  How could that be worse than having his hands again on her?  Than having his mouth again on hers?  As he would, shortly.

She just should get it all done as quickly as she could.

"Just get it over."

But even with her widened stance, with the two standing closer than ever, she still remained much taller, her face too high, and her bosom fit in the space between the Skrull furrowed chin and the sunken chest below.  Looking at the ugly, green-hued alien face and below, she self-consciously realized that her nipples remained achingly hard and were surely very noticeable, poking out, just there in their close proximity to each other.

"Perhaps I should... remove my high heels.  So you can better reach-"

"I like you in high heels."

The hand on her side reached farther back and abruptly tugged her hips forward, pulling her lower body away from the balcony edge and against him, to press against his lead leg that pushed forward between her own.  Her free leg stretched forward and out to the side, allowed by the new much-higher cut on her tight dress, while the other bent slightly and shifted to her other side, so his lower body was wedged firmly between her now-spread thighs and she had to recline back at a steeper angle against the balustrade, arched much lower against its upper edge, so her upper body would lean back precariously over it if she tried to move her face back, which was now just before his, leaving her breasts pressing hard and high on the bony upper body, so the alien chin seemed to rest just over their firm upper curved surface, as the green-lipped mouth moved towards hers.

She trembled all over.

She was now in his arms.  Dorrek's arms.  The arms of that evil, hateful monster who had used her and abused her.  

And she was about to be kissed.  By him.  By Dorrek.

Kissed.

As he had kissed her before.  As she knew he could kiss her.  As she knew he would kiss her.  Really, really kiss her.

As it had to happen.  It had to.  Now.  Right now.

She felt like closing her eyes, to keep from seeing him, there, right before her, about to meet her mouth again with his own.

But she did not.  She could not.

She had to see him, see Dorrek, see him, with his ugly face and squinting, malicious eyes, peering hungrily into hers.  She had to remain fully aware of how much she hated him and how much she would hate being kissed by him.

Because she had to hate it.  How could she not?

She had to hate it and show it.  She had to show him.  Show him.

She had to show him how much she hated him and his kiss.  

Hated it, so, so much.

Because she did.  Didn't she?

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"Master Xar!"

Johnny was relieved to find a familiar face in the huge, teeming crowd, and rushed to join the aged scientist.

"Earthman Johnny Storm."  Xar nodded in greeting.  "Are you enjoying the party?"

"Well, booze's great, I give you that.  Music is weird but sorta funky."

"I see.  Well, now I must-"

"Wait, wait, I'm looking for my homies.  Like, Rich, the guy also from Earth who's in your Nova squad-"

"Nova Corps."

"That one.  Seen him?  He bolted just now and can't find him."

"I have not, I regret to say.  Now if you-"

"How about my sister?  You know, hot, pretty blonde with really big-"

"Earth-woman Susan Storm Richards?  The companion of the Great Mind Richards?"

He snorted at that Great Mind thing again.  "Yeah!  Her."

"I did see Susan Storm Richards near that area a while ago, walking rather in a hurry.  Towards the terrace there, maybe."

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She reached up with her free hand to brush a loose lock of blond hair away from her flushed face, from her lips, now open and trembling lips, from between them.

One kiss, just one kiss, she reminded herself, nervously.  She just had to let him kiss her once.  Let Dorrek kiss her once.  Let her feel again his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his taste...

The alien mouth moved forward, as did hers.

The green, roughly corrugated lips brushed hers.

PART TWO:   IT'S IN HIS KISS

"Hey, Sue-!"

Johnny strode out into the large open space of the terrace, glancing from side to side.

"Sue...?"

He could have sworn he had seen someone out here, even as he opened the doors, yet there was no one.

Maybe he should be more careful with unknown alien drinks.

He walked to the edge of the space, taking in the brightly lighted alien city under the equally glittering night sky.

There sure was an amazing view out here and no one inside seemed to notice or care.

And for a party full of booze and half-naked alien babes, it was proving ridiculously hard to score in there, too.  Looked like sadly there would be no cheap and meaningless interplanetary species-crossing hot fucking for this Earthling tonight.

Maybe his visit to the Skrull Throne-World had spoiled him.

Nope.  A wingman.  He just lacked a decent wingman.  Rich just sucked.  Even Ben would have been more useful.

Maybe Ben would have gotten lucky easier than him.  Somehow the hottest babes were going for the ugliest-looking guys these days.  Damned if he knew why.  Not that Ben would ever take advantage of it, the soft-hearted big lug with his schoolboy crush on Alicia.

Now, Alicia, there was a real cute, sweet babe.

He took a deep breath of cold, fresh air, to clear his mind, and looked up.

He could have a quick flight to let off some heat, work off the hornyness.  He did not know the city, but how hard could it be to find again the big palace building complex whatever?

He vaulted over the railing.

"FLAME ON!"

The fiery trail vanished in the distance.

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A very short distance from where Johnny Storm had stood, the two joined yet disparate figures became slowly visible.

Both leaned against the translucent balustrade, the green-skinned short Skrull in the heavy, loose purples robes holding tight the shapely blonde Earthling beauty in her long and skin-tight silvery dress.  Their lips remained just a couple of inches apart.

Nervously, she steadying herself on the railing behind.  "That was close.  Too close."

Dorrek smiled.  "Not close enough.  Not yet."

"He-He may come back at any moment."

"He's easy to see from a distance at night."

"I have my back to the city, and you'll be...  distracted."  She shifted, uneasy.  "Maybe we'd better not-"

"If you quit, you lose."

"I'm not quitting.  I just-"

"Are you afraid, then?"

"Of being found out.  It's really not a proper place or-"

"You wanted the test to be easy?  Why call it a test, then?"

She breathed in.  "Fine.  Let's... try again."

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The alien lips were dry and coarse all over their corrugated surface.

She opened her mouth slightly, letting them brush more easily against her own soft ones, the contact rough but fleeting, and after retreating, the motion was repeated at a slightly different angle, then repeated again, touching her lip briefly, at different spots each time, in slow, lingering brushes that soon made her grow impatient.

Between the breathy contacts, the soft, faint brushing of their mouths, she shifted, uncomfortable, uneasy, wanting him to finally get to it.  To get it over with.

"Why are-?"

"Ssh..."

His mouth's motions continued to tease, coming closer and closer to full contact, but not quite making it.

"Are you... stalling?"

"Why hurry?"

His hand moved about her hip and upper thigh, from its front to its back, moving too far in each direction each time.  She did not want to give him time enough to let him get too daring there.

She squirmed impatiently, and her body soon sent the message that her voice then followed.

"Go on.  Do it.  For real."

He whispered, his lips infinitesimally close to hers:  "You really want me to?"

She rasped a curse as she moved forward, trying to achieve the contact.  But he pulled back.

Red-faced, she nodded and rasped, almost imperceptibly:  "Just...  kiss me."

Complying, the dry Skrull mouth fastened onto her moist upper lip in a firmer, longer contact, tugging gently at it, then moved to her lower lip and did the same.  Then switched back, pecking and tugging, just harder each time, until each contact was deeper and more intense, more and more each time.

It was slow but insistent, simple but skillful, and it built into more and more insistent intensity.

Soon she was even more annoyed, even more irritated.

Why could he not get it over with?

Why did he need to play about so much?  Tease her so much?  Make it so...  slow?  So slow and...  mocking?  And... provoking?

But she did not move.  She did not close her eyes.  She did not open her mouth any further than she must.

She focused on staying calm, staying detached, using the kind of concentration she normally practiced for focusing her invisible force.

She had to focus on how much she hated him, how much she hated this, having to hide away here in this balcony, letting this disgusting bastard lock mouths with her.  She had to focus on her disgust, on the knowledge of her extensive past humiliation at his hands, on the danger he had posed for those she loved best, on how he was a slimy, abusive jerk.  So she could dismiss the touch and taste of his lips and tongue, the pecking and nibbling and sucking and licking and so much more.  So much more.

She would not let him get to her.  She would show him.

She would not let him make her give in, give in to the kiss as he expected to.  As she had done before, back then, when she thought there was nothing else left to do.  When she had been too tired and scared and weak.

But not she would not.

Even if the damn bastard really, really knew how to kiss a girl.

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"Sue?  Susan?"

Reed Richards walked out into the wide platform of the balcony, brow furrowed deep in puzzlement.

He thought he had seen her, through the doors.  But she was not there.  No one was.   

"So you found a place where we could be alone."  The svelte Suzerain of Xandar, walked sensuously after Reed, her unbound high breasts skipping up and down with each step, each perky nipple covered just in neon blue paint.  The cold air of the balcony clearly had an effect on her unclothed chest.  "You are indeed a genius."

"Master Xar said that Susan may have come here."

She smiled, tossing her length of braided hair back over a shoulder.  "Someone may still come here, however."

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Here?  Come here?  Really?

Again, it had been close.  Far too close.  She had barely made them both invisible fast enough.

She had instantly tried to pull away, to break away, break the kiss, Dorrek's kiss, drastically shaken by how close she had come to being caught, to being found out, by Reed of all people, by her husband, while being here, like this, with Dorrek.

She had to stop it.  She had to.

Nervously, she tried with little success to push his hands off her, to wiggle lose from their demanding grasp.  But Dorrek would not let her go.  He was stronger than what his build would suggest.  Much stronger.  And there was only so far she could lean back, trying to withdraw from the kiss, from his mouth, from his alien lunging face, before she could feel her balance compromised in her position against the balcony's balustrade behind.  Her stretched-out arms gripped for firmer support the railing's upper rod, against which her rear was pressed and over which her back and head now proyected precariously as she sought unsuccessfully to break their embrace, her waist and lower back instead being pulled even more forcefully forward, towards the Skrull emperor's lower body now wedged firmly between her spread, extended legs taht faltered unsteadily on her high-heels, all while his mouth remained latched onto hers, in full command of her own, forcing her to keep pace with him, to follow his lead in that dance of lips and tongues that threatened to take over all of her body, all of her.

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"Perhaps, yes, but it may not feasible to wait for-"

"I don't think we'd have to wait long for someone to come."

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How could his grip on her be so strong?  So unexpectedly strong and assured and unyielding?  As was the kiss itself?  

The kiss which went on with such deliberate slowness but ever-increasing forcefulnes, making her tongue hesitate between shyly withdrawing before his or tentatively pushing back, trying to keep his probing of her mouth at bay, reluctantly keeping a faltering struggle between both tongues in the air between their mouths, with only touch and taste to actually guide their motions, much as if her eyes had been closed and not kept wide open, fixed on her nearby husband and the Xandarian Suzerain so aggresively moving closer and closer to him, as she stared at them, staring right through the apparently empty air where Dorrek's face should be, even as his lips and tongue still worked on her, lips and tongue which she could feel and taste, but not see.

Now he had to ramp up at last the intensity?  Now he had to make the kiss so deep and hard to ignore, to resist?  Now?  With Reed there?  Right next to them?  

She felt further unnerved by this split demand for attention and by the strangely surreal aspect of feeling Dorrek, his tongue, his mouth, his kiss, his touch, all of him, like this, as an unseen, disembodied physical presence whose daring assault upon her other senses felt like a continuous surprise, an unpredictable barrage of ever-shifting, ever-escalating sensations eroding away at her larger awareness of her surroundings, demanding her to be more and more conscious instead of Dorrek's every single touch.  Seeming to capitalize on her confusion, his mouth and teeth and hand deliberately shifted pace and targets constantly, keeping her off-balance, not knowing where to expect each caress or touch or lick or bite, each becoming a new surprise, a baffling new distraction making her shift and squirm and shiver, making it harder for her to catch her breath, to pay closer attention to the exchange between Reed and Adora, while still sustaining the shared invisiblity.

How could she have explained it to him?  To Reed?  Explained to her husband about her being here, alone with Dorrek, an alien former enemy, being held in his arms, being kissed, kissed like this?  Kissed as well as this?  

How had she even let it happen?  How had she ever allowed it to get this far?  This get this...  intense?  This involved?  

How could she even keep at it at all?   With Reed just there?   There.  With Adora.

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"She must have detoured or been detained on the way here."

"Right.  She is not here."  Adora moved closer to him.  "But we are."

Reed finally seemed to catch up with the meaning of her words and of body language.  "Ah, I think I should go and keep looking for Sue."

She blocked his path and extended her arms over his shoulders.  "You don't need to keep looking for any other woman.  Not anymore."

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What was that?

It was a struggle to focus on them, when Dorrek's mouth and hands demanded so much of her attention.

Adora would not dare, would she?  Not right here, not with Reed.  Her Reed.

Reed who'd better keep that skank in her proper place.

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He drew back.  "Adora, please.  We have, ah, talked about this."

She scrunched her nose.  "Oh, you do talk too much."

She pulled his head down towards her as she lunged up, her mouth finding his.

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WHAT? 

Sue could not believe it.

Had all that so-called dancing had not been bad enough?  First the half-naked Xandarian skank had slithered and rubbed all over a man who was certainly not hers and now she sneaked away into an empty balcony to kiss him?  

What kind of shameless slut was she?

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"Adora, no!  Please.  No.  Really.  I mean it.  No!"

He tried to push her off, gently, carefully, but she held on to him, kissing him hungrily, barely letting him catch her breath, while rubbing insistently against him, with even greater intensity than on the dance floor, making him even more aware of general lack of clothing.  A lack she soon started to make even more absolute, hurriedly throwing off most of what little she had worn from the start, before beginning to grasp at his clothes as well.

That would not do.  Susan had given him this suit as a gift.  Hugo Chief or something similar.  She liked seeing him in it.  He could not let it get damaged.  

The evening suit could not stretch along with him, as would clothing made of unstable molecules, but he could still turn pliable enough to escape Adora's embrace.  He twisted about his stretched limbs and she unceremoniously fell on her backside onto the floor.  He cringed, hoping it had not hurt much.  It seemed a body part built more than well enough to take the impact.

"I'm sorry.  I'm going.  I-I should not be here."

The Suzerain looked up, smiling.  Being treated roughly did not seem to have discouraged her at all.  "But you should.  You know you belong here."  She began to crawl towards him on all fours.  "You'd be Xandar's First Mind, above the Living Computers themselves, using their stored knowledge to work out all the secrets of the cosmos.  And using my body to work out your every whim, too.  As my consort.  What more could you want?"

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Consort?  CONSORT?

Trying to fuck her husband was not enough?  The slut wanted to steal him completely?

She gripped the railing behind her with furious strength, even while the still-invisible Skrull tongue pushed its way even deeper into her mouth and her body trembled with violently conflicting emotions against the Skrull's bony, gangly frame.

Sue would have rushed to grab the bitch by the hair, were she not entangled so tightly in Dorrek's arms, so tightly she could hardly even squirm ineffectively, gasping into their shared mouth-lock, haltingly trying to demand a reprieve, a chance to catch her breath and sort her mind, to decide how to deal with that man-stealing hussy.  

That thieving slut had to be taught a lesson.  She had it coming.  Coming from the very start.

Hadn't she already tried once to fuck Reed back in the the Baxter Building's infirmary?  At their very home?  Ended up spreading her legs for the Super-Skrull by mistake?  Served her right, too.  She hoped Kl'rt had really wrecked her cunt raw with his huge, fat Skrull cock, to teach her.  Not that she even deserved such a Skrull cock.  Or any.  Skrull cock was too good for the damn slut.  Far too good.

And she also wanted Dorrek, too, didn't she?  Wanted to be his wife, his Empress!  The damn bitch wanted everything for herself!

Her anger spilled onto the struggle of mouth against mouth, and she bit down, her teeth fastening momentarily on the lip caught between them, tugging briefly on it, then letting it go and being bitten herself in turn, as hard and hungrily desperate as now was each part of their kissing, the shared caress having grown exponentially in intensity with each further second, her reluctance and hostility and distaste forgotten, caught by the rising heat ignited by the furious back and forth between them and her emotional turmoil at seeing Reed, her Reed, kissed in turn by another woman,  and wanting to do their locking of lips seem weak and tepid compared to her own.

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"Adora, you're a beautiful woman and your offer is, um, most generous, but you know I am married."

"Yes, so?"

"I have a wife.  I love her.  I cannot cheat on her.  I will not cheat on her."

"Why would you?  Let her know.  She should know.  She can also be my consort.  I would really love to fuck her, too."

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What?  

Fuck her?  Adora?  Fuck that dirty skank?  How could she?  How... would she?

She was tense all over, baffled and confused by the overload of conflicting emotional and physical stimuli.  Her hands opened and closed on the railing, repeatedly, almost keeping with the motions of their mouths, all while Dorrek's hands also did what they wanted with her.  His long, strong fingers, so knowing and assured, encompassed much of the firm roundness of her buttocks.  The fabric of her dress seemed to become insubstantial between her flesh and his touch. 

While unnoticeable even with the thinness and tightness of her dress, she had worn underwear, panties, to be exact, but were those made of unstable molecules she had custom made for use under the tighter versions of her Fantastic Four outfit, consisting of the smallest modest patch to cover her pudenda and infinitesimally slender, unnoticeable strips to hug her upper hips and go down her rear crevice, thong-like.  

Dorrek began to pull those same panties down her trembling thighs.

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His eyebrows rose.  "Sue?  Really?  You mean... you would want to...?"

"Of course.  She's so ridiculously hot.  Such great legs and ass.  Those amazing big bouncy tits.  And that face?  Who wouldn't want to fuck someone like her?"

Reed understood perfectly the rhetorical nature of such a question.  It had only taken Adora's initial words for him to fully visualize a multi-part scenario where Sue and the beautiful young Suzerain interacted sexually, extensively, in multiple configurations.  While he watched them.  He debated internally only certain contingent background or narrative elements. 

Adora knelt up, noticing with relish the obvious change in the fit of his trousers.  "Don't you have multiple marriages on Earth?  Group marriages?  Structured multi-tier options?"  

"Those are not commonly accepted practice in our world-"

"By the World-Mind, what kind of backwater mud-hole is that?"

"Cultural differences are generally structured because of-"

"But you are not on Earth now.  You are on Xandar.  As you were before.  That time.  With me."   

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That time?  With her?  With Adora?   

She would have to talk in greater depth with Reed about just what had happened back there, between him and Adora.  Living Computers and whatnot.

Much greater depth.

Perhaps he had been out of it.  Perhaps this shameless slut had taken advantage of him with that whole mind-meld thing he had told Sue about.  But that would not leave him in the clear.  She could not let him off that easily, not after after he had just let that slut climb all over him and suck his face.

Sure, she was sucking face with Dorrek, too.  And had just almost passed out, choking on his thick tongue, clenching on his thick fingers.  But that was different.  So different.

His hand moved between her thighs, her panties already pooling around her high-heeled shoes.

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"Don't you keep thinking back to it?  To us?  Back there, surrounded by the Living Computers, you and I, together?  Remember how the whole world shook about us?"

"I actually was not that fully conscious of my immediate situation, but everything likely shook because there was a Skrull attack going on-"

"But there was so much more than that." She reached for his waist.  "So much more!"   

His brow furrowed.  "I-I do remember.  All that knowledge.  All those ideas.  And data.  And connections.  So many connections.   So many possibilities.  I-I still get dizzy at times thinking-"

"Oh, yes."  Her eyes sparkled.  "The connection of your cock and my cunt.  Your huge cock.  So big inside me, and kept getting bigger and bigger.  Filling me so much!  Thinking of that makes me dizzy, too."

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Sue stopped all struggling against Dorrek's hands and mouth, too shaken by what she had just heard, unsure for an instant whether to believe the Xandarian's words or not.

Dorrek made the most of it.  His finger pressed firmly right between her wet folds.

Her chest felt about to burst from lack of air and the rising tension she could no longer hold back.

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"Er, I'm sorry, Adora.  Whatever may have happened-"

"Will you stop talking so much and just fuck me?"

"You know, Susan does not mind me talking.  She never-"

"Screw Susan!"  She forcefully pulled his pants down, his attempt to stretch away just allowing them to drop more easily.  "Or better, screw me!"

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Hard?  He was already hard?  Hard for that bitch?  Reed?  Her husband?   

Fuck that.  Fuck her.  Fuck the damn slut.  

To hell with worrying about diplomatic incidents.  She had to kill that brazen hussy.  She had to teach her to respect what belonged to others.

And Reed was toast, too.  Definitely toast.

She would kill both of them. 

She gasped when the first knobby finger joist slid past her gate.

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"Don't you remember how it was?  How big and hard you were for me?  Just how damn big?  Make it grow, please.  For me.  Bigger.  Much bigger!  As you did then!"

"I-I did?  That wasn't a conscious-"

"Making it so fucking big again!  PLEASE!"

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Reed had done THAT?  THAT?  For Adora?  ADORA?  AND NOT HER?

He would not do it for her, his wife, but had done it for that Xandarian slut?

And to think she had felt guilty?  For enjoying Dorrek's kiss!  And for everything else!  For enjoying being raped!  Raped hard and well by all those thick monstrous cocks!  As if she could have stopped it?  Any of it?

All while her own husband was giving that otherworld slut the very giant cock that she hadn't had from him?  The giant cock that she could have had, and should have had, instead of having to be forced to orgasm while being nearly split asunder by evil, murderous alien villains and their huge monster cocks that she shouldn't ever have come close to loving, loving nowhere as much as she could be forced to, if her husband had not been giving it instead to some slutty alien bitch princess barely out of her teens?

Two of Dorrek's fingers entered her up to the knuckles, and her legs almost gave out.

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"I'll help you,"  Adora rasped.  "Help you make it bigger."

She pulled him to her mouth.

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She could not take it anymore.  She could not.  She was choking in her anger and confusion and heat and shocked disbelief and physical agitation and actual lack of breath.

She abruptly pulled away, trembling, and her body was tuned about, pushing her forward toward the balustrade.  Her hands gripped the railing, arms stretched before her, shoulders lifted while the mouth was on her neck and hands rose to cup and squeeze her heaving breasts, before one moved down her torso and hip, to reach under the high cut slit on the side of her dress, about the upper contour of her exposed thigh, to seek what lay just above, while a steady, hard presence pressed against her from behind.   So hard.  So big.  So damn big.

Did the Xandarian skank talk about big?

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Reed and Adora, while Dorrek's teeth bit on her earlobe, just around and above the earring designed like the Fantastic Four logo, which he had given to her.  He, not Reed.  Just like it was he, and not Reed, who was now behind her, fondling and caressing her, clearly wanting to give her much, much more, while Reed stood so close by, Reed who had not given her the earrings, or the dress.  Reed who had not given it to her.  Not given it to her.  Unlike...

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"ADORA!  Stop!  Please stop that!"  

How could he get away?  Maybe if he thinned himself to better slip from her hands and mouth?  But that could make her think he was stretching as she had requested.  He did not want to give her the wrong idea.  But what could he do without offending her?  How could he disuade her from this?  Why was it so hard to think rationally at moments like this?  

"What-What about Dorrek?"

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Dorrek? 

She winced at the now-almost-violent kneading of her breast, and the further exploration of her now fully unprotected most private area.  His fingers reached so deep into her, his knobby joints so thick and hard, rubbing against her inner wall, at the right place to inflame her the most.  How could he touch her so well?

She had to stop it.  Stop him.  Her husband was mere feet away from her, with that Xandarian slut getting her hands and mouth on him.  She had to do something.  Anything.

She finally felt him.  Felt it.  All of it.  In full.  Pressing against her.  So big and hard and fucking big.  Just as monstrously big as she remembered it to be.  Moving into place.

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Adora drew back, saliva dripping from glossy lips, although her hands would still not relinquish their hold.  "What about him?"

Reed fought for breath.  "Weren't you-you and he-?"

"Yes, so?"   Then her eyes opened wide.  "Do you wish him involved, too?  Now?"

"Involved?  No, I meant-"

"Maybe I could call him here.  Would you'd like to take me at the same time as he?  Maybe having your wife, too?"

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So much bigger than Reed.  So much fucking bigger.  So big she had to fight back a gasp of shock and fear, of near desperate panic.  So big her legs almost buckled under her.

She almost cried out.  Almost.

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"My wife?  Sue-?"

"Oh, yes!"  She ran her tongue over his glans before breathily continuing.  "I'd love so much to eat her cunt while you fuck her.  Fuck her with the same big hard cock you fucked me with.  Or while Dorrek fucks her.  Fucks her so hard and deep.  With his huge green Skrull cock."

Reed stammered unintelligible words, his face turning bright red.  

Adora smiled.  "Oh, that's better.  Much better."

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How could that skank say that about her?  ABOUT HER?  To Reed?

Then she felt it push forward, spreading her utterly-damp lower lips, and she could not fight back fully her cry, struggling to rein in all the other sounds that would have risen loudly from her, were she not all-too aware of how vital it was to remain silent, to keep their presence there hidden, not just from sight, but from any chance of discovery.  Now more than ever.  Now that she was bent over the balcony's railing with a huge Skrull cock pushing against her, demading access, just as that damn slut was babblering about what was no business of hers.

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Reed frowned.  What was that?  Some kind of muffled cry?   

"Please, don't speak about my wife like that, Adora.  Not in such... disrespectful terms-"  

"Come on,"  she rasped, briefly releasing him again.  "Wouldn't it be so hot to see her stuffed with a big, fat Skrull cock?"

"With a-?"

"Would it even be the first time?  She was captive in their world, wasn't she?  If Skrulls have any scrap of sense she must have had her brains fucked out every single instant that she was there.  Why would Dorrek or ANYONE pass on such a chance of fucking such a scorching hot beauty?  And why wouldn't she make the most of it, too?Skrulls can be huge, you know.  HUGE."

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Huge.  So huge.  Too huge.  Too huge to be ignored.  To be denied.

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So MUCH better!

"Adora, stop that!  And-And Sue would surely not-"

"Please!  With all the well-hung Skrull warriors here tonight, she's probably somewhere getting it already, even as we speak.  Didn't you see her in that dress?  She was nearly screaming for it!"

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Too huge not to cry out.

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Reed looked all around them.  That had certainly been a cry.  A loud one, too.  

But Adora had her mouth was busy just then, hadn't she?

The party inside must have become much wilder than when he had left it, then, he decided, grimacing with unease while Adora continued to flaunt her oral expertise, sucking and licking while intermittently mumbling the most shocking, impossible things about Sue and the supposedly dramatically-proportioned genitalia of Skrulls.

Now those were some scenarios he had never imagined on his own.  Sue and a Skrull?  His beautiful, lovely Sue, copulating wildly with an alien being?  An exaggeratedly-endowed green alien?   

How outrageous.  How farfetched.  How impossible.  Right?

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Reed was just there.  So close.  So close to them.  Just as she...  As he...

She whimpered weakly his name.  Dorrek's name.

Then the monstrously swollen head pushed past her lips.

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Again?  Just what was going on in that party?  Or could it be a high-speed drone screeching by?  At this height?

Reed shook his head.  "I'm sorry."

His body flattened out and flipped over, throwing the Xandarian Suzerain over her back, before moving quickly back onto his feet, resuming his normal proportions, while covering his groin with his hands.  His very expanded hands.

"Adora, whatever happened before, I cannot do this, or let you do this.  Not in my proper mind."

"WHAT?"  The younger woman sat up angrily, frustrated.  "Why not?"

He fumbled with his pants, trying with difficulty to put everything back into place.  Not everything could easily become as pliable as it should, even with his powers.

"I just can't.  While I may have some different personal opinions regarding sexual mores, I just know that Sue would simply not approve of my having an extra-marital affair.  She would be hurt by my doing such a thing.  And I would never willingly do anything to hurt her.  Ergo, I cannot do such a thing.  It is that simple."

"That is foolish!  She does not even need to know, if that worries you!  Or she may even be doing the same thing herself!"

"Ah, well, were Sue to ever indulge in such activities herself, that would be her personal choice.  I would trust that she would have strong reasons for doing such a thing and would know whether it was a sensible thing to do or not, and would act accordingly."

Adora stared at him with eyes open-wide within the surrounding ellipses of blue make-up.  "You mean you would be fine with that even if she would not do the same?"

"I trust her judgement.  If she-"

"What sort of fucked-up people are you?"

He shrugged.  "Married.  With child."

"Fine!"  Adora gathered angrily her so-recently discarded flimsy bits of cloth.  "Live in your own fucked-up world, then.  In every sense.  See if I care."

"Thank you, Adora.  For understanding."

"Whatever.  Greatest Scientific Mind and all that, but you can be pretty thick, and not in the good way.  I'm the Suzerain of Xandar.  Half this galaxy would murder the other half just to have me.  So I'll go find Dorrek or any other well-hung Skrull I can, if someone else hasn't worn them all out by now.  Maybe I'll agree to marry him and become his Empress and all that.  After he fucks me half-senseless all night.  As I need to be fucked.  As I deserve to be fucked."  She strode for the doors.  "Good luck finding your wife, too."

Adora left the terrace and Reed Richards gave a quick glance all about him.  He rubbed his temple.  He was convinced he had heard something again just now.  Crying?

He shrugged and went for the door.  

Sue and a Skrull?  Or more than one, even?  At once?  

He breathed deeply.  Adora certainly had a very active imagination.  

He had considerable trouble adjusting his trousers before finally exiting the balcony and rejoining the party.

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Sue dropped their invisibility and jerked away, breathing fast and hard, so hard and fast, her legs almost failed to keep her up.

"Stop.  Stop it!  Please!"

It had been a struggle to focus on his words, to grasp what he had said.  To understand.  To take it in.  

When all her body wanted to grasp was was how incredibly much it hurt and ached and made her want to cry and scream and moan and beg.  And to take that in.  Take in so much.

But she had managed to look back, to stare back at him over her shoulder, at Reed, her husband, her heart aching for him, as moved deep inside by his words as the rest of her was moved by the irresistible piercing at her core.  And had somehow managed to keep the invisibility up, until he left.  Just barely.

She loved that man so much.  So much.

"Now?"  Dorrek seized her arm, pulling her back to him.  "Why stop now?"

"I-I have to."  She tried to squirm free, looking to a side, to avoid looking at him, much less glancing downward.  "Can't-Can't go on.  Not like this.  Not like..."

"Why?  It's settled now."  He pressed again against her.  All of him.  Her dress felt insubstantial between her back and his hardness.   His hand caressed her side, down the shimmering curves highlighted by her silvery dress to her exposed leg.   "You lost the test.  You know you lost.  You kissed me back.  As I knew you would.  And then we-"

"That-That didn't count!"  

"It felt like it counted.  You felt like it counted.  Counted for you."  He reached out to her, his green finger touched the tip of a nipple poking out stiffly from the high curve of her chest, its size and hardness highlighted by the shimmery fabric of her dress, its texture raised in concentric whorls around its base.  "For us."

"Stop that!"  She fought back the reflexive impulse to arch her back and push out her chest in response to the contact.  Instead, she pushed his hand away from her.  "You-You went way over the line!  I agreed to a kiss.  A kiss!  Not to being groped.  And then being forced to-"

"You did not seem to mind.  Rather the opposite."

"You're wrong.  And it...  it all didn't count.  Because of them.  Being here.  You saw them.  You heard them."

"So?  They did not see us, or hear us.  You took good care of that, really.  Made it more... interesting, too."

"But they were here!  That changed everything."

"Why?"

"Because of what happened."  

"Nothing happened, actually, between them.  Unlike with us."

"Yes.  Exactly."  She looked down, unsure of how to voice it, particularly to this unsympathetic listener.  "At first I thought it would.  I was angry.  Jealous.  That-That pushed me into losing control."

"That you did, indeed.  Quite so.  Very much so."

She paused, face burning with heat, hating having to justify her reactions, to say what she must.  "But just because of them, of them being here.  And what was said.  First it was anger, stress, then relief.  So I lost concentration.  That's why it didn't count.  Why it can't count."

"But you kissed me back.  At length.  At depth.  And you spread your legs.  You spread your-"

"Yes!  I did!  I kissed you back.  I got excited.  I did... get into it, I know.  And you got into...  But only because my mind was elsewhere.  Because I was distracted."

The green brow furrowed in puzzlement.  "That is the opposite how such an explanation would normally be made."

"But it's true.  And since I made us invisible, throughout most of it I couldn't see you.  That made it different, too.  We kissed and yes, I became very involved, but I wasn't seeing you while I did.  I didn't feel like I was kissing you.  Not you, in particular.  It was just a reflexive, impulsive reaction while my mind was elsewhere, while my concerns were elsewhere."

"Why does that matter?  You reacted to my kiss.  To my touch.  So you lost.  And then we began to-"

"I wasn't thinking about you.   And about hating you.  About being disgusted and angry with you.  So it didn't really count!"

"How convenient."

"And, if you wanted to make me react to you, if you wanted to prove that I really wanted you all along, but I had little conscious awareness of it being actually you, did you really achieve what you wanted?  Did you pass your own test?"

She saw the alien brow furrow even deeper, the shoulders tense.  Good.  She had hit his vanity.  She may still come out on top.

"You say we both lost?"

She nodded.  

"Then we must do it again.  From the start.  From the kiss."

Her breath caught in her chest, almost painfully.  The odious little ugly gnome stood there, expectantly, making it her choice, again.  Her choice.  To let him kiss again and again risk ending up with him between her legs.  Hadn't it been enough?  Enough risk?  Enough playing with fire?  Enough of... him?

She should just leave.  Leave.  Call everything off.  Just as Reed had done, with Adora.  Sure, he may have slept with her, before, when joined with the computers and that crafty slut Adora had taken advantage of him, but that was different.  Just like her, with Kl'rt, or with Terrax.  She had been forced to couple with them, to take them inside her, even to come with their oversized cocks in her.  But that had been different.  She had little choice on what happened.  Unlike now.

Given the choice, Reed had not cheated on her.  He had been faithful to her, no matter how hot that damn sexy Xandarain minx was for him.  She should do the same.  Do just as Reed had done.  Just tell Dorrek she would not play along any more and go.  Just walk away.  Just as she should have done before.  Before it got to where it got.  Before she had to once again feel him against her, on her, in her...

Even if Dorrek released the holo recordings to the public, she knew Reed would understand.  Hadn't he said just that?  That he would understand?  If she had been in a compromising position, sexually?  Even if that involved her being with someone else?  That he would trust her judgement?  That he would trust her?  Trust her to do what she thought she had to do?  

But could she trust herself?

Dorrek's robes were parted just under his waist, and she glanced down, just once, very quickly. 

She bit her lower lip, where his teeth had recently done the same, and fidgeting with a stray lock of golden hair by her cheek, she just nodded.  

"From the kiss."

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"Princess?  Princess Anelle?"

She faced him, and it was her, at last, with her large, liquid doe-like dark green eyes and the small dainty nose and the lovely, delicate mouth.

Now he just had to not blow it.

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She knew it was going to be even harder, now.  Much harder.

Because she had indeed lost.  To him.  She had given in.  During that kiss.  And what followed.  Despite all her distaste, despite knowing well how wrong it was, how wrong he was, she had found herself unable to refuse it, unable to not enjoy it, enjoy his kiss, his touch...  and everything else.

Even with the distractions, with how upset and distracted the thing with Adora and Reed had made her, how could she have been so... weak?  To enjoy the touch, the taste, the physical imposition of such hideous, awful creature? 

Had it been not just the holo, which had first brought it all back, all that she had been forced to feel, to need, that first time?  Had it also been hearing Adora tell Reed about it?  About Reed seeing her with him?  With Dorrek?  Being fucked by him?  Fucked by this ugly, short alien fiend?  Right before her loved husband? 

The coarse tongue licked his lips obscenely, the bony green face twisted in a leering smile, so repellent, so different from her husband's handsome face.  Or even from Kl'rt manly appearance?

Could she now remain detached and just brush it off?  Now that she would not be distracted by that hussy coming on to Reed?  Talking out loud to him about her?  Could she?  Now that she must have gotten out of her system whatever had affected her before?  

Now she could hate his kiss, as she must, as clearly as she hated all of him, and show him just that.  That is what she must do, and would do.  

Retreating before him, she was again backed against the balustrade.  

She took in a deep breath.  She would.

A hand reached for her uncovered leg, running up from her knee to her thigh and then hip, and then reaching around from there.  Grabbing her, her lower body was tugged forward, with always-surprising wiry strength, and roughly positioned her for what was to come.

The other hand grabbed a handful of her blond hair.

She would have wanted a longer moment to fully catch her breath, let her heart beat slower and collect herself, collect her thoughts, her feelings, her resolve, to properly ready herself.  

But there was not.

There was no more slow build up.  No more taunting, no more exchanges, no more words.

No more interruptions.

There was just him pressing against her, and his mouth covering hers.

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The nearest Skrull bodyguard shoved him aside.  "Keep your distance from the princess."

"That is alright, Gn'Rr.  Let him near.  Let us talk.  Thank you."

Rich smiled.  "I was afraid you had left the party."

She pouted.  "I'm told I must stay for yet a longer while, for reasons of protocol.  Ah, excuse me, your name was-?"

"I'm Rich Rider.  From Earth.  You don't know me, but I heard about your message and-"

"Please."  Her eyes darted quickly at the tall, thick Skrull bodyguards standing near them. "Not that loud."       

"Sure," he muttered.  "See, I'm returning soon to Earth, and I may be able to help you."

Her eyes shone.  "You may?"

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His head moved slowly about hers, sideways, in one direction and the other, pressing forward, his kiss so forceful, insistent, demanding...  

She remained still, her body held stiffly, rigid in her holding back, in her resolute determination to resist, to be stronger, for almost all a full couple of seconds.  

Almost.

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"So could you get away from these gorillas to talk freely?"

"Them?  Yes.  I always do.  They're loyal but rather dim."

"Good, do so, and meet me...  Is that some kind of terrace?  There, then.  Over there."

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Her hair was pulled and twisted, undoing her carefully coiffed hairdo, letting her blond locks fall freely to her tense shoulders.  

The hand seizing her leg behind the knee drew it up, bent, by his side, leaving the other extended down in the other, while what she judged as the upper thigh of his lead leg pressing harder against her, there, between her legs.  Or what she thought was his lead leg's upper thigh.

The exchange went on for longer and longer, until suddenly the short Skrull drew backwards, abruptly pulling away from her, away from her mouth, so much sooner than she would have imagined or expected.  

So without thinking, she lunged forward, after him, her open mouth anxiously seeking his, her tongue darting out fleetingly, past her trembling open lips, accompanied by her agitated breathing, with her now-freed blond hair falling loosely around her flushed face.  Her arms were on his bony shoulders, as her eyes, shining bright blue in the starlit sky between nervously fluttering lashes, dazedly found his, flashing dark, deep green back at her.

The alien's smile became broader than ever.

She stared for an instant, before pulling back, flustered with embarrassment, guilt and regret, her mouth still open, her heavy breathing making her chest heave noticeably within the tight confines of the dress's silver fabric, through which nipples poked all-too stiffly.  Her raised leg was bent, held by him at his side, hooked around his lower body, her bare foot halted in its rubbing the back of his leg.  

One lone high-heeled shoe lay fallen on its side, on the floor, just by them.

"No, no..."  She gasped weakly, anxiously trying to move back, away from him.  

The tip of his finger reached to brush her still quivering, moist lower lip.  "I think you'll agree this counted."

"You-You bastard-"

She could not argue it.  He was right.  

She had lost.  Lost the test.  Lost her chance to prove that she did not want him.  That she could not want him.  Him.  Dorrek.  That she did not want to be his.  Need to be his.

She had lost.  

She was lost.

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So where was the damn palace again?  

Johnny had not realized how big this city really was, how full of ridiculously tall buildings and structures, all lighted up in weird ways.

He had to find which damn balcony that one had been, too.  Or one close to it.

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Her face burned.  Her blue eyes shone wet, almost as wet as she was elsewhere, fixed on his narrow green stare, which pierced her so, so deeply.

She had just let herself slip only a small bit, and then another, thinking she would pull back, that it was just an instant, that she was just finding the right balance to better endure the kiss, just enough to let it be, but not give in to it, just to make it be over faster, but it did not stop, and then she just could no longer stop, and could barely remember when she had not been fully into it, fully into the kiss, into his taste, into him.  Deeply.  Completely.  

She shook in shameful disbelief.  How could she have done this?  Surrendered to him like that?  So easily?  So fast?  So much?

She was pushed roughly against the balustrade again, her leg pulled up higher and to the side, the shimmery fall of her dress shoved aside.  Her feeble attempt to protest was drastically silenced as the Skrull robe was parted and there was that impossibly huge mass of uncovered hard meat, so huge and hard and hot against her, so hot in contrast to the night air, and almost as hot as she felt.

She looked down and her legs trembled and nearly failed her in her shock and fright.  How could it be so big?  So frighteningly big?  

"Please..."  Panic made even speaking a struggle.  "Wait.  Not-Not here.  Not now.  Not...  like this.  Let's...  Let's go somewhere else.  Please.  You-You can fuck there.  But let's...."

"Here."  The gigantic green cock-head pressed against the pink, swollen folds of her damp labia.  "Now.  Like this." 

Trembling, she struggled for balance, grabbing with desperation onto the Skrull's gangly body.  "You're too big.  Too damn big."

"Am I?  Too big?"

"You-You know you are."

"Bigger than your husband?"

He could not make her answer that.  He couldn't.  

"You'll tear me apart with that thing."

"Yes.  And you want it just that way, don't you?"

Her mouth was open but she did not argue.  She could not.  Not anymore.

Her eyes answered him eloquently enough, as did her body.

She felt the huge alien glans push against her wet gate, and gasped weakly.  

At first.

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"Quickly, they'll be after me in no time."

"Right, follow me.  They won't think to look here."

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Reed Richards coursed through the crowd.  He could have stretched over them, to better search for Sue, if these clothes were made of unstable molecules.  He made a mental note to make such versions of formal wear and other parts of their respective wardrobes.  

Now where could Sue have gone?

What had gotten into her?

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Her eyes were closed tight.  Tight.  So tight.  

"Please, slowly!  Don't-Don't...  Oh, fuck, fuck..."  Her words became a weak whimper.  "Don't.  Stop.  Don't..."

Her hands trembled, one of them no longer seizing the rail behind but wrapped instead around his neck.  She could no longer draw in any breath.  

This was worse than being raped.  Far worse.  Because she had agreed to it.  Agreed to be fucked by this hideous evil alien gnome with the monstous cock.  

Worse.  Because she wanted it.  Needed it.

She was married.  She loved her husband.  How could she be doing this?  How could she be letting this happen?  Needing this to happen?

"Damn it, you're so big.  So huge!  SO HUGE!"

"Bigger than he is?  Bigger than your husband?"

His hips pushed forward just slightly, and she threw her head back, her long blonde hair flowing in the cold night air, over the drop to the city behind.  

"YES!  YOU ARE!  SO MUCH!"

In a single, violent thrust, dark green pierced glistening pink.  All the way.  

She screamed and cried and gasped and groaned under the starlight, flaxen-maned and flushed creamy skin sheathed in silver, crouched before the shorter dark-robed, mottled- green emperor, who irresistibly claimed his fair Earth conquest before the whole cosmos glittering above them.

Hoarsely, she cursed him loudly, called him an evil bastard, a hateful fiend, an abominable monster, until her words became just his name, which she moaned weakly.  Again and again and again.  

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Rich looked all about, frowning, as they walked onto the open terrace.  He could have sworn he had heard something, just before coming out here.  Some kind of cry.  Of agony.  Or something.

"You said you could help me.  Are you sure?"

He turned to the young Skrull princess.  "Look, whatever Johnny failed to do, if it’s within my power and you let me, I'll do it for you."

"Oh, thank you!"  She hugged him, pressing her slender body to his.  "You're so kind!"

He blushed, arms held clumsily at his sides.  "Ah, it'd be my pleasure."

Her eyes were large and warm with gratitude, her arms still around him.  She rose on tip-toes and placed a quick kiss on his chin, just by his mouth.  

"I'll never forget the service you've offered me.  Never."  

His face seemed to burn.  "Ah, so about the message-?"

"Can you encrypt a secure data chip?"

"Um, I-I think not.  But if you tell me, I swear I'll deliver it exactly as you say it."

She hesitated, but eventually smiled.  "I suppose I can trust the new Hero of Xandar.  Alright, you must please find on Earth the Kree warrior Mar-Vell, called Captain Marvel by your people-"

"Captain Marvel?  Wait, isn't he-?"

"He is the bravest yet gentlest of all warriors, whether Skrull or Kree.  He helps protect your Earth, and the moon Titan, and many other worlds."

"But didn't he-?"

"Please tell my beloved that while our distance apart is utter agony, I still long only for him and that the love we shared just issued the most wonderful of gifts a few cycles ago!"

"Of gifts-?"

"I named him after my father, thinking to appease him, but I grew afraid, and arranged for his wet nurse to take him away to be hid, lest his life be endangered by those who wouldn't understand our love-"

"Wait, you mean you and-?"

"Tell him our son is a beautiful baby, golden-haired just like his father, and I live for the day when we may be all together at long last.  I will cherish our memories and will chastely save myself for his return.  Please, tell him that!"

Rich looked down at her, eyebrows raised high.  He sure knew how to pick them.  

"Ah, sure.  Alright.  I will."

"Thank you, Hero of Xandar!"  She hugged him tightly once again, tears in her eyes.  

"Er...  Rich, my name is Rich."  

Without further word, Anelle rushed away, to exit out the balcony doors, where several burly Skrulls in ceremonial warrior outfits stood staring, thick brows furrowed over deep-set, narrowed eyes.

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It was unbelievable.  Did EVERYONE at the damn party need to drop by here?  NOW?  JUST NOW?

She tried to get past the wedge of over-muscled Skrulls, but there were nearly a dozen of them blocking the door.  Invisible force subtly pushed a pair aside, making it seem like they pushed each other.  Just as she slid quickly through the gap, a hand grabbed hers.  She tried to pull her own away but could not.   

"Let go," she whispered, nervously, once the door and then the inner draperies had closed behind them, her fingers shifting futilely, caught in his firm grasp.  

"You can no longer claim to dislike my touch, can you?"

She winced, thankful that her face could not be seen.  

The party spread before them, thosands of people jostling against each other.  Someone may bump into them at any moment.  She should make them visible, yet was loath to do it, not with him grabbing his hand, by her side, close to her, after what had just happened.

How close had it been, yet again?  

So close.  Too close.  

A few seconds earlier and she would have been unable to make them invisible in time, if at all.  She had barely done as it was, all while shuddering and gasping and nearly fainting with so much of that horribly huge thing nearly all the way inside her, at long last, almost losing all control of her mind and body as she climaxed, violently, irresistibly.  With him.  With Dorrek.  Right there in the terrace, right next to the party where her husband most likely still remained, looking for her.  

"Was that...  your daughter?"

"Yes,"  Dorrek muttered, irritated.  "Her timing could have been better."

"So you didn't-?"

"Please, dear.  We were barely starting, yet again.  Not that it stopped you.  Again." 

She blushed once more, glancing nervously at the large crowd before them.  Thankfully most faced away, rapt in their respective revelries.  

"You almost split me in two, you over-hung monster.  How could I not come?  With all that inside me?  I almost fainted!"

"Please, you don't yet how much I can get inside you.  But you will."  

"No.  We... can't.  Not again."  She dropped the invisibility, despite her discomfort at the idea of being seen like this, holding hands.   "We were almost caught every time!"

"Maybe that just made it even better?"

"No!"  

"SUE!  There you are!"

"Reed?"

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"Fellas, really, we don't have to do this."

The Skrulls stared at Rich grimly, removing their ceremonial upper clothes, exposing the thickly-muscled torsos and arms.

"We must.  You insulted our beloved Princess with your unworthy touch.  There is no other way."

"With my-?  But I didn't do a thing!  She was the one who hugged me!"

"Your words further damn you!"

"Good grief.  I never get a-!"

The thickest one turned to the taller one.  "No weapons.  We have orders.  We are at peace now.  We are guests here."

The other nodded.  "Only fists."  

The rest grumbled their assents.

"Wait, wait, what do you mean only fists?"  He stepped backwards.  "We're just talking about fighting, right?"

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As her husband came into view through the nearest gap in the crowd, with the elderly Master Xar close behind, Sue quickly rearranged her loose, disheveled blond locks with her free hand, while also trying, unsuccessfully, to jerk her hand away from Dorrek's grip.

"I knew I saw your companion near this vicinity,"  Master Xar stated.

"Yes, thank you, Master Xar.  I thought I had already looked here."  He smiled at her.  "Sorry it took so look to find you, dear."

"You-You were... looking for me?"

"Yes, yes.  It just was a bit difficult to disentangle myself from Adora's demands."

Her fair eyebrows rose.  "Oh, yes.  I'm sure.  Really."

"I must thank Emperor Dorrek for keeping you company, I see."  He looked at their joined hands.  "You are getting along better, thankfully."

"We-?"  Her face warmed, her hand squirming in the firm hold.  "I wouldn't-"

"Indeed we are."  The Skrull smiled broadly, pulling her closer by their shared handhold.  "She even agreed just now to join me.  In a dance."

"A dance?"  

"Of course, if you don't mind it.  That I have your wife.  For a longer while." 

"Oh, certainly not.  I just thought you wanted to leave the party early, Sue."

She could not blush any further at the ongoing exchange.  "Yes.  I did.  I do.  We should.  We really-"

Dorrek's eyes narrowed.  "But you would not back out now, would you?  Leaving me...  wanting?"

"Oh, that would be rather impolite, Sue.  If you already accepted, surely you can fit it in before we must go, can't you?"

"I'm sure she can."  Dorrek smiled.   "So, may we?"

"Sure.  Go ahead.  I can wait.  Master Xar wanted to discuss further the oscillation records, anyway."

Before the startled Sue could protest, she was pulled towards the nearest raised dance platform, where several couples were moving rhythmically to a shrill melodic progression built over a heavy, cacophonous beat.

Sue fidgeted in his tow, almost as shocked by the recent exchange as by what had happened before, in the balcony.  The arrogant bastard had actually dared to ask Reed directly, to ask for her, to claim her, from her actual husband.  And now she was in his arms, before everyone.  And she was expected to... dance?  With him?  Before everyone?

She was taken by the waist yet again and drawn much closer.  Held firmly by a hand and the lowest part of her back, much like back at balcony, she was led in short flowing steps that turned into abrupt jerking lunges at each main crash-beat of the music, her hips forcefully tugged forward towards her partner.

She reluctantly followed his lead, momentarily baffled by the absurdity of the situation, of being made to dance in public, right before the whole crowd, right before her own husband, with the very Skrull enemy who after having first tortured and abused her, weeks ago, had just now aggressively pressured her into becoming intimate yet again.  

He just had her.  At the terrace.  She had climaxed in his arms, with his cock.  Even if he again had not quite finished with her, she could not deny that everything had changed now.

Everything had changed.  

How had she let him put her again in that position?  How could she have been so foolish?  So reckless?  So wanton?

"Dorrek...  Please."  Her voice was a hesitant whisper.  Why wasn't she still angry at him?  Furious?  For having coerced her into spreading her legs for him yet again?  Should she no longer feel angry just because he had made her come?  Because she had screamed and moaned with pleasure with his alien cock stuffed into her?  Shouldn't that make her angrier instead?   "Please don't...  Don't do this."

Because the way he held her, and how he felt against her, still hard, still so hard, meant that it was far from over.  That he would not let it be over.  Not yet.  

Not because he had finished with her.  Finished in her.  Filled her with his alien semen.

She stumbled, her legs faltering.  Wincing, she tried to pull away.  

"We can't do this.  Not... like this."

She could not go through with it.  Even if she had lost his damned test.  Even if she had failed to prove herself unaffected by him, by his touch, by mastery over her felsh, she still could not do what he wanted of her.  She could not.   

"It's easy.  Just hold on to me and follow."  

"Stop mocking me."  She hated that.  Hated that so much.  "I mean it.  I can't be your mistress.  Or your concubine.  Or anything else."

"I think what happened in the balcony says otherwise."

She blushed.  "You-You think that just because of...  that, I'm yours now?"

"Aren't you?"

She was jerked against him much more aggressively, made to move much more suggestively against him, in a pace that recalled a more overtly provocative version of tango.  Her held hand was made to slide up and down her own flank, from where the silvery dress hugged tightly her rib-cage and down all the way along her fully exposed leg, as the high cut let its smooth, toned length escape forward and backward from the flowing silver skirt-part.  Again and again, in repetitive patterns.

Using just the right angles and level of pressure, he nudged and tugged and turned her into following his lead, into moving along with him, held firmly, tightly in his arms, surprising her.  

Yet why should she be surprised by how well he could dance?  That he could take command of her body with such smooth, manly assurance?  Had he not done the same, before, in a different kind of dance?  Startling her not just with his dramatical over-endowment, but also with his skill, and his unsuspected, wiry strength and stamina, all so incongrous with his gangly appearance?  She had underestimated him from the very start, hadn't she?  Physically?  Sexually?  Always proving her wrong, ultimately?  About him?  Forcing her to see him differently?  To take him differently?  

"That-That was just sex.  We were just fucking, Dorrek.  It doesn't mean I-I've surrendered to you.  Not like you meant me to.  Like you want me to."

"The night has only begun, Susan.  Just like the fucking.  Just like your surrender."

"You bastard.  You think you can really... win me over?  Just like that?  Make me beholden to you?  Just because you got your big hard cock inside me?  Just because you made me come?"  

His head leaned closer to hers.  "Must you ask?"  

Must she?  

She had stormed off from the party before, furious at him, when invited to dance, yet she was now doing as he wanted of her, then, much as she had done what he wanted of her, in the terrace.  Everything she had denied him, she had ended yielding to him, to his insolent insistence, his arrogant self-assurance, his confident overpowering of her rightful resistance.

Could he still make her yield even further?  Could he really ever...  win her?  Just because he was such a great fuck?  Just because she was still dizzy, shaken, from climaxing in his arms?

No.  He could not be right.  He could not have gotten to her that much.  He could not.  

Yet here she was, in his embrace, her body against his, his hands on her, his eyes holding hers, for all to see.  Was he not making a statement with that?  Making it blatantly clear how easily he could have her do what he wanted of her?  How easily he could have her?  Showcasing just that before the crowd?  Before... everyone?

She wanted to look away from his piercing stare, but did not.  Instead, she felt the many eyes following their motions, all around them.  Staring at her.  At them.  

"Everyone is...  watching us."  

"Of course.  Why shouldn't they?  You're beautiful, and wearing a most artful dress.  Your sight enriches their lives.  Even more so next to me, with all it suggests."

"Suggests-?"  

"Us.  Together.  As we should."

The hand at her waist moved lower, stroking the upper curve of her firm behind while pulling her even closer with each dancing step, making her lower body brush teasingly at first against the protruding male bulge at groin-level.

"The pairing of Terran females and Skrull males is the most celebrated interspecies fetish in the galactic cluster.  You are said to have the tightest, juiciest cunts among all humanoid species, while we Skrulls, even without shape-shifting, have the largest cocks.  As you know well." 

She was pulled in more forcefully into the swaying embrace, so her taller, curvy body pressed much more tightly  against her alien partner's frame, and against his full length, to literally grind, firmly, steadily, against all of him, and all of it, as their motion together became slower and slower and more deliberately intimate.

Where was Reed?  Was he seeing this, too?  Seeing her?  Like this?  In Dorrek's arms?  Right before him?

Could he see?  Could everyone?  What was happening?  And what had happened?  From the way he held her?  From the way she had not managed to get away from him?  Not managed to stop pressing against him?  All of him?  

"It's exciting for them, for anyone, as it should, to imagine us together.  An exquisite Terran beauty like you, being impaled deeply, by the biggest, thickest Skrull cock possible, and made to come, hard, again and again, like you had never been made to come before?  Isn't it... fitting?  So very fitting?"

Her face grew unbearably hot and she looked away, nervously, unbalanced by such imagery, and what it brought back, and unable to refute the assertion, or the redundant physical evidence pushing aggressively between her legs, not when her sex still ached from his size, from being stretched so wide and deep by that daunting concrete manifestation of his maleness, of his sexual power. 

"I-I can see...  the appeal, of course, but...  couldn't that...  physical contrast between our species prove...  too large?  Too large by far?"

"Was it?"

"You-You know it was.  It hurt, damn it."   It had, as it had to, with his size, just like their first time.  Just like she had known it would.  Feared it would.  It still ached, even now.  Or was that still lingering ache now more than just the physical echo of that pain?   "It hurt so, so much."

"So your husband never-?"

"Shut up, damn you.  You want me to say it again?  That you are bigger than him?  Fine.  You are.  Bigger.  Much, much bigger."  It pained her, to say it, to acknowledge it.  But how could she not?  With that insistent pressure against her loins?  With how big and hard he was, how frighteningly big and hard whiles their bodies clung even more tightly against each other as they moved together, their dancing now an upright semblance, a promise, of much more?  So much more?  "You almost split me in two, you monster.  Again.  You-You're just too damn huge.  I really could not take any more of it.  I couldn't."

"Please, dear.  There can't be such thing as too large.  Not if ready enough.  And willing enough."

The heat in her face and body rose to nearly feverish levels.  

Was she?  

Ready enough?  Willing enough?  

Was her body not already pressing back with less and less reservations against the hardness down there? 

"But it's not all just about... size,"  she protested.  "There's more..."

"Of course there's more." 

Her chest pressed over his, bunched just under his face, which was so close to hers, as ugly as it had ever been, but the green eyes shone bright and she did not look away even as his mouth came alarmingly closer and closer with each aggressive dancing motion.

"And don't you want it?  More of it?"  

The green lips were almost upon hers, and she felt short of breath, held so tightly in the swaying embrace, her eyes grown wide with near panic.  

Surely he wouldn't.  Couldn't.  Not here.  Not where everyone could see.  Where Reed could see.  It would be too much.  The dancing had already been too much.   

Her mouth opened to protest.  And then the coarsely corrugated green lips grazed hers.

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The loud commotion helped Johnny locate the right balcony, and he landed on it, his flame lighting it brightly.

"HEY!  What's going on down here?"  A tongue of flame rose from his fist, threateningly.  "That's my buddy there!"

"Johnny?  What the hell?"

The Skrulls did not back away, but glared at him sullenly   "You, human.  No weapons.  No powers."

"What's that?"

"We are at peace.  We have orders.  No weapons.  No deaths.  Only fists."

"Fists?"

"Fists."

Rich shook his head.  "Fuck it.  Just fuck it.  That sounded like some fetish porno.  I'm not doing this."

"Dude, we can't back out.  They want action?  We'll give it to them."

"It keeps sounding worse and worse!  And you're not wearing anything, damn it!"

"Oh, shit.  Forgot my suit wasn't made of unstable-"

"We're not going into a fight with you buck-naked!  That's wrong!"

"Hey, you haven't been at this as long as I-"

"And look at THEM!  They look like linebackers!  A shitton of them!"

"So?  I've been taking lessons with Danny Rand.  That's THE Iron Fist to you-"

"No.  No.  Fuck all that Bruce Lee shit.  I didn't have MY Nova suit on, back then, on their world, for a big stretch, and...   And THAT isn't happening again!"

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She should have stopped him.  Stopped it.  The kiss.  Their kiss.

She should have.

She should at least made them invisible.  Like before.  Like in the balcony.  

But it was too late, now.  It had begun right in the middle of the Xandarian dance floor, right before everyone, right before the whole party.

Where everyone was already watching them.

And in an impossibly stretched-out instant of breathless consternation, she felt like the whole universe was watching her, watching Susan Storm of Earth, the Fantastic Four's Invisible Girl, as she stood right there in the middle of a crowd of many hundreds of luxuriously-dressed beings of multiple species that also included her husband, being held in the embrace of this short and ugly Skrull fiend whose alien mouth met hers, demanding with aggressive and inexorable authority her welcome, her compliance, her surrender.

His hands roamed her as they swayed against each other, the music now an afterthought, their mouths joined in a slow, dream-like reverie, a dance that flowed from their joined lips and tongues down through their whole entangled bodies.

She had to stop it.  Stop him.  Stop this.  

Before it went even farther.  Before it went too far.  

Before the damn Skrull fiend began to actually fuck her right here, right before everyone, on the middle of the damn party.  Because she knew he would.  Because she knew he could.

"Ms. Susan?"

In sudden panic, invisible force suddenly pushed against Sue's alien partner, forcing him to release her and stumble back against the couple just behind them.  

"Rich?"

With eyes bulging, the young man stared at her from a mere step away, the ceremonial trappings over his Nova costume torn to shreds.

TO BE CONTINED