FF: EARTH GIRLS AINT EASY, update 10-03-2017 (Patreon)
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Kl'rt felt his legs weaken, and looked down, blinking fast, watching his blond Earthling conquest kneeling before him, Susan Storm of Earth, the Accursed Four's Invisible Girl, now lovingly worshiping his Skrull cock, her beautiful mouth and face and upper body and colors covered with his seed, branded as his, as his property. Forever.
There could not be a more pleasing sight.
He smiled, contented.
Then there was a single instant of sharp, sudden pain and he felt nothing anymore.
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Herbie registered the intrusion alarms from the parts of the defense systems that remained operational.
What could go wrong now?
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Her eyes had been looking up at his, her mouth full of him, when Kl'rt's head fell off his shoulders, to bounce and roll on the hangar metal floor.
His body remained upright for a further second before collapsing.
With a hoarse cry, Susan fell backwards, her wide-struck eyes jumping wildly from the ackwardly fallen body to its detached head and back again, struggling to take in the stark reality before her, so at odds with what she had just experienced, what had just felt, the reality of Kl'rt's grotesquely unwhole body, limp and motionless but for the lingering throbbing of the incongrously still erect penis, still hard and rampant, still so hard and big and glistening wet from the both of them, from their coupling, their making love.
Her lips quivered voicelessly. His seed remained warm on them, and on her face. Speechless with horror and disbelief, she was unable to close her eyes or look away as his penis squirted its final spurts of semen, of life. Of his life. The life she had sworn to share. Share with him, with Kl'rt, her Skrull former foe, then mate, the Skrull lover to whom she had just surrendered, to whom she had sworn herself, and given herself. Completely.
Kl'rt. Who was now dead. Dead. Just after he had... Just after they had...
Like Dorrek.
Dead.
She felt faint, dazed by the awful realization. Was it just a horrible, absurd coincidence? That both of them, both of the Skrull foes who had... been with her, were now dead, both shortly after having... after making her...
It had been so strangely unsettling before, to think that the hands and mouth and tongue and... more, that had touched her, extensively, intimately, with such confidence and power and skill that... despite her distaste and anger and fear, had... To think of that as... gone, as no longer able to... ever again... It had been an unnerving mixture of relief and discomfort, yet she had not even witnessed it, first hand, as she had just witnessed Klrt fall, decapitated, his tall, strong body made unwhole, all of his virile power and appeal vanquised before her very eyes, just after she had...
How could that be?
How? How had...?
"I see you warmed up for me," Terrax stated, cosmic axe in hand.
PART TWELVE: THIS IS HOW WE DO IT
"YOU?"
Her dazed reverie of horror and disbelief and doubt could have lasted only a few seconds before being shattered by the realization of the new menace facing her.
Terrax, Herald of Galactus, stood tall before her, massive in size and bearing, deep-set eyes glinting under the chiseled grey granite brow. The wedge-shaped cosmic axe in his hand still smoked with the faint traces of its recent use.
Caught with her pants literally down, Sue frantically scrambled backwards, struggling to pull her lower clothes up, to cover herself before him, before Terrax, Terrax who had just...
"You-You killed him!"
"That one?" Terrax glanced dismissively at the SKrull's lifeless shape. "Was nothing. Forget about him."
Trembling with rising panic, Sue saw what must be done.
She lunged clumsily forward, trying to clear her thoughts, to focus her shaken will enough to summon her invisible force as protective shield over him, over his body, the body that had just been so close to hers, and which still held her last hope, their last hope.
But before Sue could do anything, physically or mentally, the cosmic axe razed over the fallen Skrull body, in a fiery swath of mighty energies.
"Forget about everything."
"No-NO-!"
Her cry faded hoarsely in her throat, and her eyes clouded.
Only smoking cinders remained of the Super-Skrull's flesh. Kl'rt's flesh.
But even through her tears, she still made out amidst the charred remains a soot-stained metal cylinder, blackened yet somehow miraculously whole, and she breathed in sharply, wondering whether it could still be possible, whether there could still be a chance.
"Please," she whispered, weakly, almost afraid to hope.
"Yes, beg. It is fitting. Because you no longer face he who was called Tyros. Now you face Terrax. Terrax the Tamer."
Stepping forward, he crushed the blackened aging-ray bracelet with a stomp of his boot.
"And we have much to settle, woman. You and I."
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The destructive forces unleashed could have devastated half the planet, leaving a barren, sterile blight. Galactus had to channel and shunt away most of them, through multiple adyacent levels of reality, to spare the physical existence of the orb called Earth. He would not let this world be obliterated and thus deprive him of its life energies.
Yet just the marginal spillover within the first instant after the catastrophic impact had been enough to devastate the whole Giza plain as far as the horizon into a scorched wasteland, and Galactus had to stagger back, dazed, drained, even his vast power spent by the effort of saving the Earth.
Before him, unharmed, stood the Sphinx.
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Blood drained from her face. A cold wave of despair ran through her.
The aging-ray bracelet had been the last chance. For Reed. For Johnny. For Ben. For all of them.
She had surrendered to Kl'rt for it. Surrendered her body, her will, her life, yielding all of herself to their deadly Skrull foe in order to save her family. In order to make everything right again.
But now that was gone. The aging-ray bracelet. And everything she had dared to hope and want and... Now nothing could be made right. Nothing. Despite all she had done, all she had endured and taken, and accepted... And everything more she had been ready to bear... ready to embrace, even...
It had all been useless.
She could not find any more strength, or resolve, or hope.
"Reed... Reed, I am sorry. I tried to... I just... But... I couldn't... I couldn't..."
She covered her face with her hands and did not try to hold back her grief anymore.
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The Ka stone blazed, a singularity feeding from the flood of redirected energies.
"So even the Devourer of Worlds can make mistakes."
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"You thought you would have it easy?"
Sue forced herself to again look up, look up at Terrax, Terrax who had so easily put an end to everything. Everything.
"You thought I would forget?"
He was much larger and powerful-looking than Tyros had been, the shadow of his past self lingering only in the chiseled cut of his cruel features and the sharp-edged hard wedges framing the back of his head as had his receded haircut. All flesh and hair had become grey, weathered granite, and his impossibly broad chest and thick limbs dwarfed even Kl'rt's muscular build, yet he moved with a haughty ease far different from the lumbering motions of Ben's rocky body.
"Forget how you tricked me, woman, tricked me in my very own palace?"
Only in his eyes, behind the threatening glow of the Power Cosmic, could Susan recognize the same exact cold greed and disdain that Tyros had.
"Deceived me with the lure of your comely body and face and hair and eyes to bring down everything I had built? Everything I had earned? Everything that was rightfully mine?"
She saw his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cosmic axe tremble with his barely-held rage, but what could she do?
Even Reed had said it, before. Terrax was a Herald of Galactus. He wielded the Power Cosmic. Even if she could still muster the will or strength or power she would still be outclassed.
What hope did she have, on her own? Alone?
Reed had never replied to her last attempts to contact him, and she feared the worst. Ben, Johnny, Rich... had all fallen right here, before her. Even Kl'rt was gone, now.
The whole Earth may be hopelessly doomed now. Including her son. Including Franklin.
Why had everything gone so wrong? Why had everyone and everything around her been doomed? All who were ever close to her? Her parents. Her friends. Her family. Her world. Even those foes who...
If she could not save anyone, what else was there to do?
"You owe me, woman. You owe me so much. And you will pay."
What else was there to fear?
She had no strength left for fear. Everything had been washed away by hopelessness and defeat.
She looked up, and held his stare.
"What do you want?"
His mouth spread in a wide grin.
"You know."
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"You let your guard down."
The Sphinx seized Galactus, physically, mentally, in multiple planes of reality, and Galactus fell to his knees.
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"No." Something slowly woke up inside her, something she had thought broken but which rose again. "No."
"Yes. You know what I want. You know what you owe me. And you will pay. Oh, you will."
Was it that, at the end? Was the world to end because she had humiliated this asshole and he could not let that go? Because he wanted into her pants and he had to have her? Was it all her fault, too? For doing what she did, for looking as she did? Because he, too, wanted to fuck her? Because it all came to that? Just that?
"Fuck that," she muttered, tears streaming down her face. Rising from the depths of her grief and frustration and stubborn denial, her invisible power surged against him. "And fuck you. FUCK YOU!"
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A maelstrom of energies swirled about the monumental figures struggling on the ravaged Egyptian plain. Tectonic plates shuddered along with every shift of their physical forms.
"I have the knowledge of the Living Computers, Devourer. I know about your power. You are sustained by the life energies of planets and nothing else, while my Ka Stone lets me access all the energies of the universe about us. As you spent your strength, I marshaled mine. As you weakened, I grew stronger. And you will not have the chance to replenish yourself. I will destroy you alongside this world that birthed me. Its rubble will be the monument of your defeat and my victory!"
On his knees, his head lowered, Galactus did not reply.
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The impact would have flattened even the Thing, but Terrax merely was forced a few steps backwards.
He smiled, a gesture full of cruel anticipation. "Good. You still have spirit in you. It would be no fun otherwise."
Fighting the deep ache in her limbs as much as the despondence in her mind, Susan stood up, tugging fully into place the fabric of her costume. She would not give this murderous bastard the satisfaction of seeing more of her, not any longer. Not while she could still help it. And if she was to fall, she would do it, as she should, fully dressed, as the Susan Storm of the Fantastic Four.
"Have you forgotten what Galactus said? He wants us to witness this to the end. He won't have us-"
"Fuck that. Fuck Galactus. I am no servant. Others must serve me! SERVE ME!" He moved her, axe held in both hands. "AS YOU WILL!"
"Not I. Not ever."
"YOU WILL SERVE ME AS YOU SHOULD!" He drew his axe high above his head, cosmic energies gathering about its blade. "AS YOU SHOULD HAVE FROM THE VERY START!"
"I'LL BE DEAD FIRST!"
Rising her right hand before her, she shaped a force-field between them, as strong as she could make it.
Terrax laughed. "THAT WILL WORK FOR ME, TOO!"
The cosmic axe struck.
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"What better way to herald my ascendancy to godhood than with the death of Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds himself?"
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Susan gasped with pain.
The defensive force-field held, but Terrax just lifted the axe back again, and brought it down with even greater power.
"Yield!"
She gritted her teeth eyes, eyes closed tightly in concentration. The mental feedback was proportional to the magnitude of the impact against her field. Pain swelled behind her eyes.
Terrax raised his axe. "YIELD!"
"No!"
The impact scattered every object away from them in a wide radius.
"YIELD OR DIE!"
"NO!"
The whole hangar space shook with the expansive wave.
"FOOLISH WOMAN! YOU CANNOT STAND BEFORE TERRAX! YIELD NOW!"
Sweat beaded her forehead, and her extended arm trembled. "NO! I WON'T!"
"DAMN IT, WOMAN, WHY DELAY THE INEVITABLE? YOUR POWER IS NO MATCH FOR THAT OF TERRAX!"
Her voice fell to a weak mutter. The pain barely let her stand. "No. No..."
The Cosmic Cosmic crackled around the axe's long blade, glowing like a sun, as Terrax raised it once again.
"Prepare to be- TAMED!"
The axe struck and the force field shattered.
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Galactus did not look up, his body trembling with strain in multiple planes of existence.
"YOU ARE NO GOD. NOR WILL YOU BE."
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The glowing blade rushed through the shattered vestiges of invisible power and right before Susan's trembling form, in a perfectly straight arch that cut down right before her face and her trembling torso, down across the symbol of the circularly enclosed number four, before embedding itself into the metal floor before her.
For a frightful instant, Susan felt it had sliced through her chest in a killing blow, vertically splitting her in two, but there was no pain besides that flashing cruelly between her temples. Glancing down, she saw with surprise that the fabric stretching between her jutting breasts had been cut, cleanly sliced just in line with her cleavage, sparing the bunched flesh behind with astonishing accuracy, leaving no mark on her skin. The opening cut into her top split wide apart,
the Fantastic Four symbol sundered completely, to reveal her cleavage, her bosom heaving fast with her recent efforts and nervous tension.
She hastily covered herself, staggering back, knowing how close it had been.
Terrax smiled, dislodging his axe from the floor. "Will you yield now?"
Susan pursed her lips. "Yield? To you?" She shook her head. "Never. You may be much mightier now, yes, but you're still just a cowardly thug!"
"FINE!" With eyes blazing, Terrax drew his axe high over his head. "HAVE IT YOUR WAY!"
Susan tried to reshape her field, but the weapon flashed down too fast at her, too fast to do anything but fall back, fall to the floor, legs spread as the glowing blade again rushed down, down at her, cutting all the way into the floor.
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"Who are you to speak, you who were once Galan of Taa? A refugee from an universe forgone eons ago? A remnant that should not be! The lingering echo of a cosmos now dead! Ancient trash that should not have survived the primordial explosion! I shall do this universe a favor by cleaning you from it!"
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Struck voiceless, not daring to even gasp, Susan stared at the massive, razor-sharp glowing blade whose lower corner was lodged firmly into the floor right between her spread thighs, as she sat, leaning back on her elbows, her booted feet stretched out wide, the wedge-shaped blade angling up towards her over her lower body, the edge brushing with infinitesimal closeness against her crotch. The smallest quiver of her hips made the cloth over her pubis split length-wise under the proximity of the blade's edge, perfectly cut with impossible precision.
She dare not move. It was an effort to keep from shuddering wildly.
Squatting before her, with both hands on the axe's haft, Terrax smiled. Releasing his grip with one hand, he rose, effortlessly lifting the massive weapon with the other, drawing it out of the sundered metal floor like it was intangible, and then moving it up and over Susan's outstretched form with dangerous closeness, tracing her body's surface, the lower edge and corner of the blade almost brushing her tense lower body. She did not feel any contact, yet the fabric of unstable molecules split apart silently in the axe's wake.
Susan could just watch, nervously holding her breath each time the axe moved over her, as Terrax slid the axe over her, again and again, over her torso and limbs, over her hips and breasts, a slow dance of threatened death, under which her costume gradually fell away in perfectly cut strips, exposing her flesh more and more, until she was fully exposed but for her boots and gloves, her nude body sitting at the center of a mandala-like pattern of multiple strip strewn all about her, like a luxury item unwrapped for his consideration.
In a final move, Terrax threw the axe away with an insouciant gesture, and it landed by Susan's head, cutting away into the floor, its long haft extending over her neck, the lower edge embedded in the floor mere inches away.
Susan gasped, but not at the proximity of the murderous weapon.
Terrax had drawn aside the hanging strip of his loincloth.
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"INDEED, GALACTUS SURVIVED THE DEATH OF HIS UNIVERSE, UPSTART. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU MAY DO BETTER?"
The Ka stone blazed even brighter.
"I know I will."
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"You knew. As I knew. From the start. Back in my palace. In my rooms. We both did."
She shook her head, under the shadow of his looming shape and the axe's shaft, so long and thick over her, just like that other. "No. No."
"Knew what would happen. What had to happen. What you needed to happen. Needed, and wanted."
"NO."
"Your words never fooled me. Not then, not now. From the way you stood, and moved, even as you retreated before me, protesting, trying to fight it, to fight me, your body still spoke clearly, of your needs, of your longing, of your lust."
"NO!"
"You are a hot one. I knew that. A hot slut who needed to be taken and tamed, and I was the one who would do it."
She felt him, hard as rock, bigger than she could ever imagine, pressing at her gate, impossible to resist.
"NO!"
"Now let you be tamed as you should!"
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He had been big, as Tyros. Very big. Sue would have been extremely impressed, or startled, or even frightened by his size at any other time, back before she had known Kl'rt or Dorrek. Thus, at his palace, in his quarters, she had been able to shrug off his attempt to show off his considerable endowment. She had known much bigger.
But as Terrax, he had been enhanced not just in strength and power, and he wasted no time in making her know how much.
She cried out in pain as he entered her, too big not to hurt, too big not to scream.
She screamed and screamed. Louder and louder.
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"YOU DO? YOU, ANATH-NA MUT? YOU WHO WERE BORN A LOWLY EARTHLING, RAISED WITH DUNG BETWEEN HIS TOES? I KNOW OF YOU AS WELL."
"Shut up, Devourer. You will soon know nothing at all!"
"YOU CAN PRY INTO MY MIND, LOWBORN CUR, BUT NOT WITHOUT EXPOSING YOUR OWN."
"It will do you no good to-"
"YOU MAY HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE AND THE POWER BUT THAT IS NOTHING WITHOUT REAL UNDERSTANDING!"
"Knowledge and power shall prove enough!"
"I KNOW OF YOUR SERVITUDE UNDER YOUR PHARAOH. I KNOW WHAT YOU SACRIFICED FOR SCRAPS OF DARK POWER."
"SHUT UP!"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU LOST. I KNOW WHAT YOU NEVER HAD. NEVER KNEW."
"What pathetic ramblings! What need would I have of such low, base-?"
Galactus looked up, his eyes ablaze. "BE TAUGHT, THEN."
TO BE CONTINUED