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Skrull Boys Are Hard: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2019-10-09 16:00:02 +0000 UTC
Prologue
"You asked a question, before." The Skrull's voice was hushed, just for the two of them.
"Stop it. Stop playing games," Sue muttered back, her eyes averted, with barely contained anger.
"The reply was 'maybe'. But maybe has... wide latitude. Maybe it was just as it had first seemed. As it was first believed."
She glared at the short Skrull face, tired, fed up with it all. "What're you trying-?"
"Maybe you met someone different. Each time. Last night. At the party. Then later. And now."
"What-?"
"Maybe it could be true. Now. Here. For you. Wouldn't you want that?"
For an instant, absurd as the suggestion surely was, and despite herself, she hesitated, nervously recalling the previous night. The party. The balcony. The dancing. The room. The morning after. But it could not be. It was just another trick, another deception. Another sick, twisted Skrull game. It had to be that.
He was dead. As Kl'rt likely was, too. Both were. Much as she...
"No," she muttered. "I would not."
"Really? Ah, perhaps it would be too much? For you? To know? To take? To face? To realize you could still be-?"
"I said 'no'. And even if..." She shook her head. "It wouldn't matter anyway. It wouldn't."
"Is that what you believe? Or what you'd want to believe?"
***
Johnny kept staring at his sister, baffled. Was it THAT cold here?
Then the old scientist finished his boring speech and that hottie Adora just went ahead and embraced and kissed Susan. Long and hard.
Then she drew back from his sister, saying something about thanks for everything, and turned towards him.
Now that was what he been talking about!
***
Adora broke her kiss quickly, to Johnny's obvious disappointment, and moved towards Reed.
Susan stared, open-mouthed with disbelief, as the damned minx then kissed her husband, tongue and all, right before her. For much longer. So much longer.
As quickly as Adora would let him, Reed staggered back, glancing red-faced at Sue, and mumbling: "Ah, it’s just, see, um, local customs..."
"Fine. Local customs," echoed Sue and pulled the purple-robed green alien towards her.
***
Johnny's eyes bulged. So did Rich's. And Reed's. And most everyone else's.
Adora smiled.
***
It was foolish and dangerous. A mistake. She knew that. But she was too angry to think.
Then the green corrugated lips were rough against hers and the large strong hands grabbed first her waist and then elsewhere, pulling them even closer, into a tighter embrace, and the alien tongue was down her throat, so hot and long and knowing, much like the whole kiss.
She knew Reed was watching. Everyone was. So she had to break it fast, before it could became too long, too involved, too obvious, too much, even if served him right, for letting that rude slut get her hands on him again.
But that just made it feel more urgent, made her more aware of it all, of each fraction of a second of standing there, kissing the very semblance of the damn ugly alien fiend right before everyone, and her whole body pressed aggressively against that short, gangling Skrull frame and that enormous bulge down there between them that felt so hard and big, so damned hard and big, and so, so overwhelmingly male, that for an instant, just an instant, she dared to wonder. Wonder if maybe, despite everything, it could actually be true. If it could have ever been true.
Just for an instant.
Then she pulled back, gasping softly, her face flushed, her wet, parted lips trembling, while her chest rose and fell fast with her quickened breathing, her nipples poking through her top right by the sides the Fantastic Four symbol centered there.
"You were right," she rasped softly, blue eyes shining. "We did need to say goodbye. Properly. Ambassador... Dorrek."
Perhaps it was better. To not know. To never really know. To let it all behind her. Him. Kl'rt. All Skrulls. All about them. Better. And easier. And safer. For her family. Her marriage. And her.
She turned towards Reed. "Local customs."
She then strode resolutely towards the transporter, not looking back.
***
Chapter 1
Two years later…
Sometimes, the easy-going flare with which Sue Storm embraced her life faltered and she was forced to consider her circumstances. How had she ended up here? She didn’t think this of being the Invisible Woman, or Mrs. Reed Richards, or even being Earth’s Skrull ambassador alongside her husband. Earth was joining the interstellar community. Seeing a Skrull, a Kree, or a Shi’ar on the streets of New York was becoming scarcely more odd than seeing a mutant or superhero. But she could not understand what she was to Emperor Dorrek, or even how she had ended up as that to him.
She knew when it had happened. The adventure with the Sphinx had almost been like any other. Particularly strenuous, but after Galactus, Doctor Doom, and Annihilus, she was used to high stakes. She’d risked her life, her sanity, and endless amounts of collateral damage, death, and destruction on countless occasions. On many of those, she’d even been threatened sexually, or tempted to forego her relationship with Reed in favor of someone who was—more conventional. More tempting. Easier.
So Sue could almost reassure herself that all that’d happened was a bad bet. She’d been coerced—and she had been coerced, no matter how pleasurable the experience ended up being—into sexual encounters with various, monstrous Skrulls, up to and including Dorrek, the Skrull Emperor. The last Skrull she would’ve thought to take as a lover, with his scrawny and unassuming appearance, ugly even among Skrulls, a shapeshifter who lorded his ungainly appearance over all those who had to submit to him both politically and sexually. The toad of a man, bloated and spindly in equally unappealing measure, had still managed to turn the consummation of their… flirtation? harassment?... into a source of temptation for Sue. And as Oscar Wilde had said, ‘the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.’
So she had. She and Dorrek. Many, many times. And with Adora as well, the beautiful alien princess providing a mirror image to Sue, showing her how ridiculous she looked mating with such an ugly, amoral creature… and how ecstatic that mating left her.
That should’ve been the end of it. A punctuation mark on her unfaithfulness to her husband, in thought if not quite in deed, because she hasn’t wanted to cheat on him, or to enjoy it… even that last time with Dorrek, there was blackmail involved. She had only wanted to spare herself, Reed, the whole family embarrassment. And, as well, a part of her had wanted the temptation gone too. There and then, nowhere else, not lingering on or hanging unresolved. Dorrek would lose interest in her now that he had had his conquest and Sue would—even assuming she enjoyed it—still know what it was like and have her curiosity sated.
It should’ve ended there.
Nothing had ended.
As ruler of the Skrull Empire, Dorrek could be very hands-on with his species’ diplomatic ties to Earth. And as Earth’s ambassador, it was literally Sue’s job to maintain good relations with him.
It would’ve been far easier if he were a brute about it. If instead of trying to seduce her, he simply demanded or threatened. Then, Sue could’ve dealt with him without remorse. But she’d promised herself when taking the job that she wouldn’t allow her personal feelings to interfere with this vital work. Perhaps foolishly, she’d taken Dorrek at his word that he wanted a fresh start… that what had started between them that night had also ended there, and now she was free to regard him as any other male, and him to treat her as any other woman. But no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, or at least to stay with Reed as a unified front, circumstances always conspired to get her and Dorrek alone.
Quietly, with a skillful subtlety one wouldn’t have thought the craven-looking alien capable of, Dorrek had begun his seduction of her. First, he turned their ongoing negotiations into dinner. Simply insisting on having his servants bring food for both of them to their meetings. Then, pushing that into discussing other, less official matters of import, still over dinner. Until finally, Sue found herself almost forced into escorting Dorrek from one restaurant to another, under the auspices of being polite—diplomatic.
Dorrek hadn’t stopped pushing there. Earth was granted several concessions by the Skrull Empire—gratuities Sue knew the Skrulls could do without, but that still netted her praise for her diplomatic skills. Earth and Skrullos were practically allies now; Sue and Dorrek ‘friends’. With that hanging over Sue’s head, pressuring her to keep their relations positive, how could she not agree to Dorrek’s friendly ‘requests’? First, helping him through dancing lessons—reminding her of their first dance. She knew Dorrek needed nothing to jog his memory there.
Then, attending red carpet events together. Even though Sue was able to choose her own dresses and make-up and jewelry, she still felt as she had when Dorrek had forced her to be his companion. Then, she had been dressed as a virtual concubine, and she felt much the same now, even if her dresses were far more modest than the translucent humiliation she had worn then.
Then, as a gesture of mutual goodwill, Dorrek had made the bold move of declining an embassy on Selandiar. Instead, when there on business, he would stay at the same facility that housed Sue and Reed.
And, in his masterstroke, Dorrek had had Reed appointed to the Galactic Council as Master Scientist. Sue didn’t know how he had done it, but Reed was now away from home for days on in, immersed in the technologies of countless worlds. And Sue was alone with no way to stop her neighbor from inviting himself over. When Dorrek did, there was no way to say no to him. She was as helpless to resist as she had been that first time—and her reluctance crumbled steadily with every encounter…
***
Their first night together, Dorrek had made Sue complicit in her own… pleasure, for lack of a better word. He’d pushed her into binding herself with force-constructs formed from her own power. Now, he didn’t bother with that step. Instead he bound her with simple rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bedframe until she was spread-eagled on the bed she and Reed had brought from Earth, her marital bed, which she was only meant to share with her husband.
Dorrek had already dominated her by making her bind herself, but the primitive ropes she allowed herself to be tied up with were truly humiliating. Sue could’ve gotten out of them in a thousand ways, but she didn’t. Wouldn’t. And there was no threat keeping her in line now, only the thought of him withholding the sexual ecstasy she wanted so much. She wasn’t even allowed to be involved in her own victimization anymore. The ropes took care of that for her.
She still thought she could take Dorrek in a battle of power against power, but she would never start that fight. The alternative, for all its drawbacks, was too tempting. And, knowing he could bind the Invisible Woman with simple hemp and still keep her from escaping, Dorrek grew even smugger, his own pleasure keener. Which resulted in Sue’s satisfaction being all the greater. Maybe that was the truest measure of her incipient submissiveness. That the more Dorrek conquered her, the more pleasure she felt.
Sue’s body ached from the tautness of the rope, her skin burning where the hemp scratched it. Dorrek drew a knife and took it to Sue’s clothing, ruining one more set of Earth clothes and treating himself to her naked body once again. Sue would’ve stripped for him, as she had before, on more than one occasion, but now he preferred to reserve that pleasure for himself. It only underscored how he was taking this from her, not sharing it. And yet, she enjoyed it anyway. Perhaps more than the loving bodily unions with her husband, she enjoyed being the victim of this creature who looked so disgusting, who was so disgusting.
“You won’t need these. Not for a long time,” he said, throwing the shreds of her clothing away. A part of Sue, perhaps, gloried in her naked body, still so trim and voluptuous and creamy after so many battles, her children, and encroaching age. But more of her was incensed by how a monster so deformed was even allowed to leer at her, clothed or unclothed, much less enjoy the pleasures of it, when both sight and sensation were promised to Reed alone.
“What are you going to do this time?” Sue gasped, staring in fright at his intense expression. A reassuring part of her feared each time that he would do physical harm to her beyond simply the painful, yet oh-so-satisfying impalement his massively oversized phallus inflicted on her. She had not totally surrendered to him. She still thought Dorrek an enemy. At least, she tried to convince herself that was the case—that she did not enjoy the fear.
“If you were truly so slow-witted as not to know, even your befuddled husband would not be interested in you,” Dorrek said, his eyes horribly alive with the enjoyment of her plight.
“I’ll tell someone,” Sue whispered. “I mean it… there are people who would be outraged by what you’re doing, incensed that you’re cheating on your wife, that you’ve seduced another man’s woman…”
“You will say nothing when your mouth is full of Skrull cock,” Dorrek promised, interrupting her, both speech and thought as he unveiled his manhood to her. Just as Sue couldn’t speak with him talking over her, she couldn’t think when he showed her that green, thickly veined prick, repulsive, something in it reminiscent of a weapon, capable of hurting her.
“Don’t!” Sue pleaded. “Please,” she sputtered, “just once, not this… Reed will realize, he’ll find out…” She began to sob.
“Now you don’t like it?” Dorrek asked, brandishing his cock at her like it was a cattle prod he meant to use on a dumb animal. “There have been times when you begged me for it. Remember, Sue Storm? You may pretend differently now, but inside, you are still begging.”
Sue felt horribly like Reed at his coldest, clinically going through experimentation, failing one hypothesis and trying another, double-checking everything, exhausting every possibility—but knowing, somewhere in her soul, what the final result must be. “You motherfucker!” she cried, trying anger instead of fear. “You were almost deposed once! One day, it will happen for real!”
Dorrek grinned, his eyes glinting. “How appropriate you come from the same world as the rose and the kitten. You all have your sharp edges. That’s good. I like the pain as much as you do. Although whereas I’m a connoisseur, you’re a glutton…”
Horror shook Sue’s body. Their sex hurt badly enough when he was trying to please her, showcase her submission to him by getting Sue off despite herself. There was no telling what Dorrek might do to her if he wanted to cause her pain.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean…”
“Sheathing the claws already? Don’t learn your place too quickly.” Dorrek extended his arm three times its normal length, the effect somehow far more gruesome than when Reed did it, and his open palm slapped her savagely, then grabbed her throat. By then Dorrek was leaning down to her, his breath hot on her lips, his eyes flashing with hateful pleasure. “You know the reason you’re so much fun is you still put up a fight after all this time.”
“Please,” Sue pleaded, feeling her head spinning—her throat ache and yet sing with the sensation of Dorrek’s squeezing grip.
Dorrek took his hand away from her throat, moving it to her breasts. They’d always been firm, but her two pregnancies had enlarged them to a plumpness that was at the very limit of her body frame—somehow matching the thick ass that she otherwise would’ve considered fat. His fingers played with the vibrant red nipples that looked so flagrant on her demurely colored body, and as he twisted them, he gave Sue a look that was almost sad.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he said. “It’s a shame that to please it, I have to mark it so.”
“Mark it?” Sue dared to ask. “What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see,” Dorrek promised her.
He rid himself of his own clothing as if they offended him, covering up the ugly holiness of his gangly body. In spite of herself, Sue was fascinated by the contrast between the massive erection that even now made her pussy wet and tender with anticipation, and the coarse ugliness of the rest of his reptilian appearance. The net effect was that her heartbeat quickened, even as she was repulsed by the thought of making love to this man-sized lizard.
Reed was no model, but he at least had a handsome dignity to go with his sweet, moral nature. Even Namor, for all the trouble he caused, was muscular and perfectly proportioned, wholly deserving of the arrogance he displayed. But the way Dorrek preened and posed while being so loathsome—it was almost obscene. She could almost get over his appearance if it weren’t for how he flaunted it so confidently.
“Are you ready, my little cocksucker?” he asked, kneeling on the side of the bed, displaying his monstrously oversized phallus closer than ever. She could smell its musk now. “I know how delicious you find me. Here’s your chance to eat me up.”
“No,” Sue gasped, “no way. Fucking you is one thing, but at least I—“ She faltered, angry with herself for letting her words run rampant, but there was no backing out now. “At least I enjoy it. What do I get out of blowing you, you filthy pig?”
“You get my cock,” Dorrek said obviously. “My cum. And from the way you’ve enjoyed them already, you should thank me for wherever I choose to put them.”
“I could put up a forcefield,” Sue insisted. “You can’t even touch me if I don’t—“
Her words turned into a gurgle as he fell upon her with unlikely grace, smashing his cock into her mouth and then her throat. He squirmed atop her, digging his knees into her shoulders to further hold her in place, then taking her head in his hands to keep her still as he fed more down her throat, both pushing her brutally into his groin and driving his hips into her face with all his strength.
“Ggghk!” Sue sputtered, feeling fiery pain down the back of her throat as it was stretched by the coarse length of Dorrek’s fat cock. She tried to pull away, but there was unseemly strength in Dorrek’s frail-looking body, and he made sure every prodigious inch went into her mouth.
“Where’s your forcefield, Susan?” he asked mockingly, lifting his hips and bringing their bodies together once more. “Why aren’t you stopping me? Could it be you enjoy being my whore, that you thirst for my cum even now?”
Some panicking, animal part of Sue tried to fight, jerked her head from side to side as if she could force his gigantic member out of her mouth, But instead, all she accomplished was allowing his full length to go into her throat. She hacked and choked as it filled her airway, letting only the smallest measure of oxygen get through to her lungs.
“That’s right, my dear, choke on it,” Dorrek grunted. “We’ll either find a rape you don’t enjoy or we’ll prove this too pleasures you. But I wonder, even if you weren’t getting off on this, whether you don’t enjoy the mere status of being my concubine so much that you’ll put up with it anyway!”
I hate you, you bastard, Sue thought viciously. I hate every inch of you. If it were up to me, you’d be sucked into deep space, asphyxiating as your body fries in cosmic radiation.
“Suck it, my lovely little human,” Dorrek whispered in a grotesque parody of intimacy, working his cock back out of her throat only to stab it inside again, relishing the friction as Sue was forced to accommodate him once more. “Show me how much you like this big Skrull cock, no matter where it goes. I’m better than Kl’rt, better than your fool husband!”
Sue’s feeling of hatred was joined by an intoxicating rise of arousal. Yes. He was better. He was the best. And no matter how he angered her, how she hated him, her body betrayed her. She loved the iron grip of his body controlling her, the way his hulking cock took her throat as it had already conquered her other orifices. She practically worshipped its overendowed length, so much more manly and virile than the rest of his narrow frame, but fitting in its gruesomeness to his scrawny physique.
“Gkkkk!” she choked out, jerking her head forward, pursing her lips around the base of Dorrek’s cock, where its outré masculinity gave way to apple-sized testes and then, paradoxically, to the rest of his gaunt body. His balls throbbed against her chin and rolled over her cheek. Sue could not stop herself from thinking of the cum they held and she moaned unwillingly around Dorrek’s manhood, her voice filled with ecstasy.
“Oh yes—suck. Show me the place of a human before the Skrull Emperor,” Dorrek muttered, feeling the pressure of her gulping increase. “Just like that. You suck me like that and I’ll give you my cum. You want that, don’t you, my dear? Don’t worry. I won’t deny you. Not this time, at any rate,” he concluded, his voice laughingly cruel.
At that moment, Sue couldn’t even entertain the possibility he wouldn’t come in her mouth. She couldn’t think of anything, not her freedom, not escape, not even of Reed. Nothing mattered but the acrid smell of his groin and the cum that she knew would follow through on the tasty promise of that scent. Her pussy was boiling, twitching, and as his gigantic cockhead steamrolled over her tongue and forced itself down her throat, she somehow felt a pleasure that bordered on pain, until she didn’t know which was which.
“Mmmmmmm!” she moaned, lifting her hands, straining against the ropes. She wished that she was free, that she could cup the bony ass that somehow led to his enormous, satisfying cock, that she could exert the smallest control in blowing him instead of simply being a wet hole for him to fuck—but, as she’d muse later, if she really wished that, why didn’t she use her power?
“Hhfft!” Sue gasped, her climax hitting her brutally, without warning.
“Yes!” Dorrek cried, punching his cock in and out of her roiling throat with a rapture only he knew. “You really like this, don’t you? Enjoy it then! Suck my cum out and gargle it down! Love every drop of it, human slut!”
Spurred on by his vicious words, her orgasm became so all-consuming that she writhed as if dying. She arched her back, thrust her face violently into his groin, feeling the pain of the ropes burning into her delicate flesh. The pain of her stretched-taut bones shot to her shoulders, her hips, but even that was delicious.
“Gkk!” Sue choked, tensing up with raw ecstasy, locked into total bliss. “Ahhhhh,” she moaned around his cock.
Dorrek hated her with his body, attacking her throat with his cock until all his load had been drained and his ejaculations dribbled into nothing. He fell forward, crushing his meager weight into Sue’s stuffed mouth, exhaling loudly as he lay his brow against the headboard. Watching as Sue struggled for oxygen, only able to breathe by dint of Dorrek’s manhood shrinking after his ejaculation—yet it still pulsed with life, threatening to choke her anew with the arousal she caused in him.
“Is there no depravity I can reduce you to that you won’t enjoy?” Dorrek panted, almost fondly.
After a few moments, he rolled off of her, pulling his oversized cock from her sperm-splattered mouth and finally allowing her to breath. He watched as a milky sample of his cum ran from the corner of her mouth, ejected as she sucked in breath.
“I would turn you over to my guards to learn the true limits of the human body,” he said softly. “But they don’t deserve an amusement like you. Only I am worthy of your fine flesh. And perhaps you’re the only one who deserves the wonders I have shown you.”
Sue was too exhausted to reply, to even think about what she’d been through, this time and so many times before. She certainly couldn’t think about what might happen next. All she knew was that she had enjoyed herself, nothing—not his ugliness, not her own unwillingness, not the sheer debauchery of what had happened—restraining her pleasure.
She wondered how much pleasure she could feel without falling in love with its source.
