I strode through the Baxter Building's shining corridors, the pounding of my boots echoing off the flawlessly polished floor. For seven days, this had been my home, welcomed in by the Fantastic Four with as open an attitude as they could muster for an eight-and-a-half-foot-tall stranger. Out of the corner of my vision, my HUD came on-line, showing me the building's layouts superimposed over the power readings for the various gadgets and gizmos lying about. It was, however, the presence of one particular absence that caused me to smile. Did I finally succeed in shutting down the Butcher's Voice of the System, which had repeatedly nagged at my ears?
As I turned the corner, I saw a familiar face—Iron Man, donning an air of nonchalant coolness, his faceplate up as if he had just stepped out of the pages of a comic book. The moment I saw Tony Stark's smiling face beneath the metal helmet, electricity ran through me as if I had been waiting for this meeting with great anticipation. "Welcome to the party, pal!" Iron Man boomed, his tone dripping with both charisma and command. "I've been monitoring your so-called vacation here."
My eyes narrowed, a spark of interest lighting within their depths. "You and S.H.I.E.L.D., huh?" I crossed my arms over my broad chest, pretending nonchalance. "Well, I'm just passing by; no use getting all excited about me." The HUD in my eyes flashed with streams of information, carefully evaluating the suit's specs as it ran the DP calculations for dismantling it. The Butcher's Voice had lain quiet after a while before Iron Man, now it awakened, tempting me with whispers of destruction and chaos.
Iron Man's eyes narrowed behind his suit's confines. "You've got quite the rep in SHIELD," he admitted, his tone growing somber. "And with great reason. Your power level is not something that can be dismissed."
I shrugged, trying not to let it get under my skin. "I guess Mr. Fantastic had to tell someone." It would be apparent to me that Reed had been talking with Tony in secret. After all, no one just gets to crash with the Fantastic Four without facing some serious vetting. But the Butcher's Voice became increasingly persistent, whispering about the glorious destruction that could be wrought from one fight between us.
In the distance, the rumble of discontent of the Thing boomed through the hallway. "Aw, c'mon, Reed!" he thundered. "Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of watching football!" The walls of the Baxter Building were not designed for his complaining. "It's important, Ben. We need the T.V. for Iron Man's... situation," came the voice of Reed, calm and collected, the essence of patience and reason.
Iron Man and I entered the hastily constructed war room of the Fantastic Four. The Thing grunted his displeasure, stopping his programming to regard us sternly. "What do you want?" he asked, his rock-like brow creasing in irritation. "Someone is going to have to compensate for cutting into my free time."
Reed looked up at the screens, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm behind them. "Ah, Tony," he cried, reaching out his hand in friendly greeting. "I've been listening in on that audio on the recording you sent us." He pointed toward a holographic screen at the center of the room, where the grainy footage of Thunderbolt Ross looped on continuously. "It's a bit cryptic, but I think there is something important here that we've found."
The Butcher's Voice hummed with excited speculation in my head, considering the possible strategies and improvements that fighting these heroes could bring. I had to suppress it, grounding myself in the here and now. "What is he talking about?" I eventually asked, trying my best to keep up an appearance of indifference.
Reed paused the recording and exhaled heavily. "It's encrypted, but it's coming along. We need to figure out who Ross is talking to and why he's talking to them." He started tapping at the keys in front of him, enlarging Ross's mouth on the screen. But the words themselves were still out of reach, as if someone had scrunched up a paper, hoping the intended message would escape intact.
I edged closer, my interest piqued. "Can't you just, you know, super-science it?" I asked, waving my hand vaguely in the direction of the equipment.
"It's not that easy," Reed stated, his frustration evident in his tone. "The encryption is unlike any other we've come across before."
We stared into the hologram, the future unfolding before us like an endless expanse, each of us trapped in our own mirror. The Butcher's Voice, with its hint of exasperation, whispered in my mind of the myriad ways I could level the room to nothing but dust and rubble. Those thoughts I shelved, focusing on what was at hand. It had just gotten dark in the room, the lights dwindling, the screens around us going black.
"What the—" Reed's words trailed off as the room fell silent. All that remained was the gentle, whining hum of the emergency generators coming on line. My HUD burst into panicked crimson alerts, which coalesced into one, ominous phrase: "System compromised." The Butcher's Voice burst out in laughter, quite obviously savoring the turmoil that engulfed us.
The lights went back on, and the screens winked on again, bathing the room in light. Reed's eyes went wide with growing understanding. "It was a Trojan," he whispered. "It's been dormant in the file we've been trying to work on. It must have triggered when we paused it."
Iron Man's chestplate glowed yellow as he made the call, and Maria Hill's holographic face appeared before us in an instant. Her face was strained with urgency. "We have an issue," she announced without preamble. "The Red Hulk has landed in the area of Monument Valley."
"How bad?" Iron Man's tone changed to one of clear business, without any teasing.
Maria Hill's holographic face remained calm, without any visible expression of emotion. "He's causing an earthquake. If we do nothing about it, it won't just be a tourist trap that's gone; we might be endangering the virtual flooding of San Francisco."
I heard Butcher's Voice in my head, whispering, "A battle with the Red Hulk would be legendary. Just picture it, the devastation it would wreak!" It made me shiver, trying to push the thought away. It would be legendary, but without any enjoyment in it should I lie dead on the ground after having fought an Outerversal Hulk while I am just a Planet Buster.
Iron Man's jaw clenched in determination. "We can't allow it to happen," he stated, focusing his fierce eyes on us. He scanned the Fantastic Four with his eyes, eventually coming to rest on me. "I am assembling a team. We have to prevent the Red Hulk from causing any more damage."
My mind heard the butcher's voice spinning in circles, executing virtual flips in excited anticipation. "This is it," it whispered, "Your moment to show the world how capable you are!" I ground my teeth together, fighting the maddening temptation of mayhem.
Maria Hill turned my way, the glint of curiosity flashing in their eyes. "Is that... Conquest?" she asked, the tone of her voice crisp and clear.
Iron Man's gaze never left the holographic map, which indicated the level of destruction. "Yeah," he stated bruskly, "he's... become a guest of the Fantastic Four."
Maria's eyes narrowed as she examined me via the projection. "He definitely has quite the... presence," she said, her voice trailing off. I could see I was turning her on, but she seemed to be attempting to be professional. After all, I was quite a handsome guy.
Iron Man's tone had a bit of gruffness as he answered, "Maria, keep your focus on the task at hand." My Butcher's Voice longingly yearned to jump in with some witty observation about the men Maria had chosen, but I kept it in check—figuratively, of course.
"I'll suit up," the Thing announced, already heading for the door. "Let's go kick some Hulk ass!" His enthusiasm was palpable, a direct opposite of his previous complaining. The Human Torch, ever eager for a fight, was already aflame. "I'm with you, boss," he said, blazing into fiery splendor.
But I held fast, my HUD cycling through different battle scenarios, weighing the dangers carefully in my head. The Butcher's Voice raged on within me, promising me power and victory if I decided to fight, but something held me back—a cold, logical sense of self-protection. I had seen what Hulks were capable of; I had read the comics too often not to know their overwhelming power. No, this was not an exchange I had any business inserting myself in, at least not now.
Iron Man gazes at me intently, obviously waiting for my answer. There is an electric charge in the air, thick with the threat of conflict hanging over us both. "I'll have to pass on this one," I say, my voice calm and determined, even as turmoil rages within me. "I have some... personal matters to take care of."
But the Butcher's Voice raged within me, but I fought it down. I had studied the comics, poured over the timelines—I saw that it would be suicidal for me to take on the Hulk at this point in my life. I was just too inexperienced, too frail to weather the coming hurricane. The Fantastic Four and Iron Man were ready to take it on. They had the technology, the brains, quite simply, the essential experience for what had to be done.
As Tony Stark suitted up and the Thing's rock form became increasingly ready, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. My HUD glinted with the offer of bonus rewards for taking up the fight, but I had the wit not to pursue the System's enticement down a futile path. "Be careful out there" I informed them as they left, trying my best to be cool about it.
Reed spun on his heel, disappointment and curiosity written across his face. "You're not coming?"
I shook my head again. "It's not my battle," I replied, not letting the sorrow creep into my voice. Truth is, fighting the Red Hulk sent shivers down my spine that were as cold as ice. Yes, I could fight my own weight in any contest of muscles, but I wasn't about to engage in hand-to-hand combat with someone who could smash planets like they were overripe grapes. Not today, at least. "I've got my own battles to win,"
With the others away, the Baxter Building stood unusually quiet with both Reed and Sue there but no one else in view. There were only occasional beeps of machinery that was lying about in random places. I walked down the corridor, through the labs that were full of Reed's gadgets and devices as well as Dinosaur's creations. One lab had an open door, and I peered in to see Dinosaurus hunched over a workbench, his tail thrashing forward and backward as he tinkered away on some project.
"What' are you up to?" I said, attempting to be casual.
Dino glared up, his scaly eyebrow furrowing in disgust at my question. He brandished an odd-looking device that either could possibly use for burning slices of bread or punching a hole in the space-time continuum. "Just something I've been tinkering with," he growled.
I stepped in close, as his claw-like fingers manipulated the delicate wires and circuits. "Reed's been an immense assistance," he mentioned, his gaze never wavering from his task at hand. "His mind... it's this vast puzzle that just continues to solve itself."
I nodded, familiar with the experience myself. "But you're not so bad yourself," I answered, trying to keep some bite in my voice. The reality is, I could upgrade my own mind with Timeless Mind, but for reasons I could not even comprehend, I let it not happen. It went against the essence of what I am—what Viltrumites are. We were designed to conquer with raw power, not sit here thinking our way out of it like nerdy whiners.
Dinosaur laughed loudly, his deep rumble causing the air to ripple in response. "I've got a lot to learn before I can keep up with Reed's intellect," he growled, his flashing teeth in the harsh laboratory light. "But I am willing."
Before I spoke, the Butcher's Voice had already spoken in my ear, "Look at Susan Storm. So vulnerable, so... irresistible." My eyes had trailed after the voice, down the corridor where Susan Storm—Invisible Woman—was ministering to her children. So human, so... delicate in the Fantastic Four uniform. It had no resemblance at all to the force she could become as woman of power. The Uniform hugged the contours of her body like a second skin, curving over the swell of breasts, nipples pressing into it with any movement she made. Her butt had been carved out for the gods themselves, round and tight, ready for someone to wrap their fingers around it. And that flowing, long hair just made it difficult for me to see her as strong.
But as I stood there, I could not help but experience a pang for... something. Perhaps lust, but it wasn't that. It was... curiosity. What would it be like, having someone at home waiting for me after an exhausting day of ravaging worlds and ending civilizations? It had never occurred to me before, alien destruction sentience that I am. And yet there was something in the way she moved, in the kind way in which she talked with the children, that awakened in me. Something that I had never experienced... ever.
But the Butcher's Voice had no regard for feelings. "You can take her," it hissed, the words creeping into my head like a snake. "Take your fill of her. Show her the power of a true conqueror." It was an inviting possibility. Too inviting. But I had better sense not to allow my lower nature to guide me or so I hoped.
As I walked down the corridor farther, my gaze remained on Sue. She was so absorbed in taking care of her kids, so intent on doing motherly things, that she did not notice me approaching at all. It was a scene out of a family sitcom, but with super heroes. I saw tension in her eyes, the burden of the world on her shoulders, even with the powers at their disposal. It was adorable.
Reed, on the other hand, was in his own universe—his lab coat flying behind him as he dodged between machines, leaving destruction in his wake. He was in the throes of brilliance, his Mad Scientist conjuring his latest symphony of creation and devastation. It was clear that the anxiety of the weight of the world did not weigh on him as heavily as it did on Sue. He was the brains, the strategist, whereas she was the soul of the group, the glue that held them together in the tough times.
But the Butcher's Voice kept rising in my mind, tempting me with honey-laden words at how I would be able to use my Irresistible Dominance power on her. It would be life's cheat code, and I just had to flip the switch. I inhaled deep, letting pheromones flood my system. I had flipped the switch, it seemed, and now every atom in my shape sang the song of seduction. It would be an S-Rank mission for the annals of history.
I walked over to Sue, my gaze on her figure. She glanced up, and I gave her my victory smile. "Need a hand?" I inquired, my voice a silky purr that seemed to vibrate in the air itself between us. She gazed at me in surprise at my sudden interest in tidying up the house but nodded, passing me a toy to be put away.
Her children's bedroom was a riot of color, toys scattered across the floor. Valeria's favorite color, pink, dominated the space—bedding, blankets, even walls painted in a pale, inviting tone. Franklin's room, on the other hand, was pale blue, superhero posters slapped loosely about it, mirroring his increasing fascination with their world.
Sue looked up at the book she had been reading, the corners of her mouth curving in a gentle smile at the sight of me in the doorway. "They're settled in bed for the evening," she breathed. Fatigue shone in the eyes, but so did relief, like the sun at sunset on an exhausting, hard day—lovely but touched with fatigue.
I stepped in close, the Butcher's Voice in my head pulling my strings like a puppeteer. "I think you could use a break," I breathed, letting pheromones wash over her. She blinked, looked down at my shirt, then up at my eyes once again. My HUD flickered in my eyes, showing me the effect I had on her—widening eyes, increasing breathing rate. "How about a little... company?"
Sue smiled, mischief sparkling in the corners of the eyes like jewels flashing in sunlight. She had caught on to the act, had sensed I was performing, but seemed not to care in the slightest. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, the husky tone of the voice making me feel as if I were grasping worlds within the palm of my hand.
I grabbed for her, quietly leading her out of the children's room into hers. She didn't resist, her gaze on me as if I were the only one in the world. We stepped into the warm-lit room, sat down on Reed and Sue's bed for a moment before I slowly pullied her in close, our bodies fitting together like two halves of the same puzzle. She melted into me, the warmth on my throat an intimate breath on my skin. It seemed as if the world had designed me for this moment, this unbroken, complete treasure.
"Reed?" she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Is he busy?" That's as much as she got out before I covered my mouth over hers with a kiss that was as command as it was plea. Her mouth opened, and I could feel the Butcher's Voice screaming in me that I had to keep on moving, had to prove what kind of man I was, but there was something holding me in place. I had to be sure—was she mine yet, or was she playing along?
I pulled away, smirking down at her. "Why do you ask?"
Sue's eyes were fastened on me, a spark of confusion flashing in their depths. "Because" she stuttered, a delicious flush rising on the cheekbones of her face. "Because, you're... different."
I laughed, the laughter echoing across the quiet of the space. "Different, how?"
Sue chewed on her lower lip, glancing surreptitiously about as if being on the lookout for an escape route. "You're... assertive.. More... dominant."
Butcher's Voice cackled in my mind. "Go on, then," it encouraged me. "Shatter her will."
But as Susan's hand ran across the unmistakable dick print on my pants, an odd shiver ran through me. An undercurrent of... doubt? As if the air in the room vibrated about us, whispering of repercussions, the burden of the lives entwired in this instant. I had never felt anything like it, not through all my victories across the expanse of the galaxy. Was this what it meant to be... human?
I pushed the thought aside, focusing on what stood before me. The Butcher's Voice had been overcome with deep silence, as if it as well were entranced, witnessing the drama that played out before it with somber curiosity. I reached out with my hand and grasped Susan's, sweeping it across my thick bulge, letting the heat of her hand seep through the cloth. Her eyes wandered across my face, and in them, I saw the silent question—was this really happening?
I flicked open the catch on my pants in a quick movement, and my dick burst forth, thick and heavy. She gasped as she reached out with her hand as if driven in an irresistible pull. "Take it," I whispered, my words thick with sinister intent. And she did take it, her hand closing around it, hesitant at first but then growing more confident as she felt the throb of power in the flesh under her fingertips when she stroked me, eliciting a groan.
Her eyes went wide as she engulfed me in her mouth from my side, her wet, silken lips sliding across my rod as smoothly as a custom-made glove. The Butcher's Voice had ceased, leaving only the lush, intimate noises of her engulfing me entirely, interspersed with the occasional exhalations of bliss that escaped my own mouth. Her tongue circled about the head, teasing the crease, and I felt a rush of something deep—something that had nothing to do with the exhilaration of conquest. It hit me like a drug, flooding me with an unending need to cuck Reed.
I allowed my hands to slide down her back, following the curves of her form under the tight material of her suit. It hugged her body like a second skin, providing minimal resistance to my power as I grasped her rear, feeling her tightly. She moaned, the vibration humming through me like electricity. I could feel her heart pounding, her blood rushing through her body as she leaned into me more, her neck extending to take more of me in.
"Good girl," I complimented her, the words tumbling out without effort. It was odd, but it felt natural—like I was the master, the protector of this girl.
Her gaze met mine with such fierce determination that it sparked a fierce promise—a glimmer of defiance? Or perhaps desire?—before she inched toward me, the muscles in her throat compressing around my rod. There came the faint gagging sound on her lips, but she did not move nor fight it. It seemed as if she craved dominance, the feel of being taken, mastered. In that moment, I knew she wanted an alpha—a master to take command when the weight of the world became too overwhelming.
The sound of the Butcher's Voice had lodged in my throat, hanging in the air as I approached the precipice. Tension blanketed the room, the mood heavily choked with it. Sue's hand faltered on my cock, her panting coming in harsh gasps around me. I longed for my orgasm with an insane need that had become painful. In a deep, primal growl that could have resounded in Sue and Reed's bedroom walls, I crested, pouring out a stream of boiling, glue-like semen that she sucked down greedily, her eyes shining with unshed tears as her throat labored in an effort to swallow each drop.
As she finally stepped away, our eyes met, showing a mix of surprise and pleasure etched on her face. I inched forward, pulling the strand of hair behind her ear with my fingers. "How good was that dick?" I asked, the smile tickling at the corners of my mouth.
Sue swallowed, her eyes still watering. "It was..." she started, her voice hoarse from the abuse I'd just given her throat. "It was... fun."
I smiled softly, wiping the smudge of cum on her chin with the back of my hand. "Fun, huh?" I whispered, once again pressing my lips on hers. "We've just getting started."
Sue's eyes widened as I eased her onto the bed, her body swaying softly like a ballerina. She rolled over onto her stomach, the arch of her back reminding me of a seductress, offering herself with an irresistible mixture of innocence and temptation. It was as if she were presenting herself on a silver platter, begging me in every possible way to take her into my arms. The Butcher's Voice quieted, reducing itself to a mere witness to the scene before me.
I gripped the material of her backside in my shaking hands in anticipation. In one fluid movement, I ripped the material off her back, revealing the smooth, rounded contours of buttocks. Her buttocks were as clean as an unsullied canvas, waiting for the broad sweeps of imagination. Her buttocks were themselves a work of art, waiting to be touched, to be owned.
Sue breathed in sharply, her eyes going wide as I dropped to my knees behind her. I couldn't help but appreciate the view—her puckered, tight ass flesh, ready for me to touch. The Butcher's Voice wormed its way into my head again, offering sweet rewards for such an action, but I shoved it away. This was not about points; it was about power, dominance. I wanted to show Reed I was better for Sue, more than anything he could give her.
I positioned my cock at her opening, the head pressing up against the tight, slippery pussy. She was already wet, juice coating my rod as I began to push in. She whimpered, the muscles in her vagina clenching as I opened her up. But she was starving, the pussy virtually begging me to take her in. And take her in I did, my cock gliding inch for glorious inch into the warm, inviting clutches. It was impossible to describe—like coming home at the end of a hard, long day of combat and being held in the warm embrace of a loving wife.
I let out a roar that would have brought the house down as I ravaged her like an animal. Each stroke deep and hard, my two hands on either side of her head for traction as I rode her from behind. Her face buried in the pillow, muffled screams of pleasure ripping through the air. Her body a symphony—the way she shuddered with each impact, the muffled screams that emanated from within her, the way her cunt squeezed me like a vice.
Butcher's Voice ceased speaking, stunned at the beauty I had just seen. Sue stood like a stunning statue crafted by a professional, with each curve exuding power and courage. As she walked, she quivered, and I experienced ripples of joy as I walked in sync with her. I had never experienced this before, but it looked like she felt it as well, with an expression on her face similar to the one on my face.
She gasped in quick breaths as I moved faster, my hips slamming into her hard. She was crying out my name now, calloused and raw, echoing off the walls. It sounded amazing hearing it, the most wonderful sound of surrender. "Conquest," she moaned, her voice demanding more. "Harder, please!"
I yearned for her totally. I circled around and discovered her clit, stroking it with my motions. Her sex responded as if it were built for this, clenching about me as she approached her climax. It felt like I had discovered a secret power in her, as she was prepared for me to take the lead. "Whose pussy is this?" I asked, my tone deep and abrasive.
Sue's muscles contracted, and she shut her eyes as she struggled to suppress the tide of pleasure. "It's... it's yours," she breathed quietly, "Yours to take, yours to use."
As I spoke, I felt myself change and released the primal instincts that had been welling up all night. I grasped her hips, drawing her to me, filling her entirely before I pressed down on her red ass cheeks for steadiness. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, pounding out a loud sound with each push, resonating through the Baxter Building, it seemed.
"Again," I muttered through my tight-clenched teeth as I saw how she responded to what I was doing. "Say it."
"It's... it's yours, Conquest, daddy," she spoke quietly, her voice trembling with joy. There were so many things running through her body, full of love and longing at my tender caresses. She was mine, and she knew it.
With that, I lost control, her eyes reverting as her orgasm came like an oncoming wave. Her body convulsed under me, her pussy clenching in its gentle rhythm making waves of pleasure build within my cock. "Fuck Conquest," she groaned, her voice such a beautiful sound of joy.
I pulled back, the juices on me, and turned her over on her back, legs apart as if she were inviting me in for what came next. I wedged myself between her legs again, the booming of our flesh striking together filling the room. She glared up at me, surprise and fear in her eyes but still brimful of lust. This is where the yielding occurred, thoroughly.
I grinned in a harsh manner and hunched forward, experiencing my spit accumulating in my mouth. She felt what was coming and she opened her mouth when prompted. I spat in her mouth and observed as she swallowed it down. This indicated that she belonged to me, that she belonged with me. It was filthy and immoral, but it indicated power, and she received it. She continued looking at me as I repeated this action again.
The Butcher's Voice had fallen silent now, no longer whispering, as if it realized this moment was significant. Sue's body quivered with hunger, her chest heaving with each deep breath. She looked like an animal in heat, eager to mate with the strongest male. And I happened to be that male in this moment.
"If I want pussy from you" I addressed her softly but firmly, "you'll give it to me whenever I want it."
Sue smiled at me with a tiny smile on swollen lips. "Yes," she whispered, rattling with lust. "I'll be your secret, your dirty little whore."
The "whore" word triggered in me a powerful emotion, like being hit by a wave. It wasn't just sex—it meant I owned her, a silent guarantee that I had the right to take her whenever I pleased. I moved in close and kissed her hard, my tongue probing in her mouth. She tasted wrong but sweet, an intense combination that made me crave her even harder.
Ultimately, Susan Stom was the perfect victim for Irresistible Dominance. She was weak from life as Mrs. Fantastic and found me desirable. It is never inappropriate to be attracted to someone, no matter if you are in a relationship or not.
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